Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Guilliman stood in a separate port on the Terra space station specially separated for the weepers, straightening his collar. Unlike those paintings or sculptures about him, he did not wear armor, but

Simple casual wear.

Although it is simple, the gold edges and patterns still make it solemn enough.

Needless to say, he was waiting. The victorious army followed him step by step, everyone standing straight - before they came, they had told Guilliman the story of the Weepers and were deeply shocked by it.

.

Let’s ask ourselves, if you were the one suffering all this unfair treatment... could you still remain so loyal?

No one had an answer to that question, so they decided to treat the Weepers with the highest level of respect.

Finally, after more than fifteen minutes of waiting, the top of the port slowly opened, and a battle cruiser entered slowly. Its weathered surface had obviously not been maintained for a long time, and large mottled marks were all over it. Brother

Many of the unique church spires have even been completely broken.

Guilliman pursed his lips, and they could see all this clearly while standing in the aisle. The special position in the port meant that they did not have to enter the room to hide when it was opened, so they could see the ship more intuitively.

Boat.

He knew its name, the Mother of Tears.

Crying mother.

It listened carefully, and the side cabin opened, and nine Astartes wearing yellow-painted armor came out. The leader did not wear a helmet, revealing a face of excitement, confusion and regret. He held his arms in his left hand.

On his helmet, he held a glittering golden battle flag in his right hand. Golden teardrops were slowly swinging on it.

Guilliman stepped forward.

"Nice to meet you, Chapter Master Fubo Lelio."

He stood calmly in front of the opponent, stared into Fubo's eyes, stretched out his hand and patted the side of his shoulder armor. This action was very particular. If you pat the shoulder, it would look too condescending. The side of the shoulder armor is a very good touch.

Choice can not only replace the etiquette of greetings, but also express a certain degree of closeness.

At least Guilliman's intention was conveyed. Fubo's throat rolled up and down, and he spoke very quickly: "It's an honor to meet you, His Highness the Regent! Please forgive me for not being able to kneel down to you. I hold a war in my hand.

flag, so——”

He even forgot to mention the long list of titles, but that was fine, Guilliman preferred this style.

"——You don't have to kneel down to me, and you too, don't kneel down."

Guilliman looked at the other wailers and repeated, in a soft tone: "Please do not kneel down. You are the heroes of the Empire, and heroes should not kneel down."

The mourners looked at each other in confusion, and even through their helmets, their doubtful eyes could be conveyed to each other - His Highness the Regent said we are heroes?

"This, Your Highness...?"

Fubo asked cautiously: "We were pardoned and recalled from the Atonement Crusade, but how could we still become heroes? I mean, how can we deserve this term?"

Guilliman did not answer this question, but smiled a bit bitterly.

He turned around and motioned to the mourners to follow him.

"This is Terra Space Station, the Lamenters, it is the pride of mankind and the miracle of the empire. It was forged by a great man... This entire miracle came from his hands. Of course, it was not

Excluding daily repairs and maintenance, according to my observation, he is a relatively lazy person."

After complimenting He Shenyan without any trace, Guilliman was obviously in a much better mood - he knew that He Shenyan was watching the situation here, so he said this deliberately.

"Where are we going, Your Highness the Regent?"

"We are going to the Vengeance through the portal on the Terra space station. It is a special battleship, and it is also where you will be stationed in the future... Your Atonement Crusade lasted for nearly a century, so you missed a lot of things.

.I will tell you one by one at the banquet tonight."

"What?!"

Fubo looked even more surprised than those victorious soldiers. His helmet almost fell off when he shook his hand: "This, this...how can you do such a thing? No, wait, a banquet?"

"Yes, a banquet - to celebrate your return. Don't worry, there won't be too many people. You can relax and enjoy this hard-won peace. The food on the Revenge is even better than that on the Terra space station...

...Well, after all, the captain is a very enjoyable person."

Guilliman, who said He Shenyan again without changing his expression, led them through a corner and arrived in front of a special hall. There were already many people waiting in line here, coming and going.

Including but not limited to the mechanical priests who were busy returning to Mars to get materials for full-body transformation at their own expense, officials from the Ministry of Military Affairs who had extremely bad expressions because of continuous overtime work, and a few people who were talking and laughing but immediately shut up and stood at the extreme limit when they saw their father coming.

warrior......

Guilliman glanced at the Ultramarines, memorizing their faces, and then nodded slightly towards them. He said nothing, but it seemed as if he had said everything. Others did not pay attention to him at all - no

Everyone can see Guilliman and know what he looks like, and he's not wearing power armor yet.

Furthermore, thanks to the self-intention of some painters, Guilliman looks quite like Rogal Dorn in the portrait.

Fu Bo and others looked at the scene in front of them in stunned silence - they had never dreamed of such a scene.

Guilliman thoughtfully stood there for a while, giving them some buffering time. It is worth mentioning that during this period, he kept staring at the Ultramarines.

"Okay, let's get back on the road. We are still some distance away from our portal."

Guilliman spoke, and then led them forward. He added: "For you, teleportation should be your first time. I hope you will try to stay calm and restrained. This process may cause some harm to you.

If you feel unwell after the transmission, you must tell us, do you understand?"

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He Shenyan waved his hand to disperse the light curtain, and then stood up.

Khan saw him standing up and put down the book: "Are they here?"

"We'll be there soon. I plan to tell them directly about the ship and the conscription... It will be easier to accept if I tell them all at once."

He Shenyan smiled: "It's better to have two shocks stacked together than to come all at once. At least the former is one-time."

Khan didn't say anything, but nodded in agreement. He had no intention of participating in the welcome ceremony. Firstly, only a few people knew about his return, and it was not yet time to announce it to everyone. Secondly,

His appearance will only make the situation more embarrassing.

Jaghatai is very aware of his own image. Most of the imperial people regard him and his legions as a group of barbarians with no culture, and Khan is too lazy to explain. He does not bother to talk to people who think this way.

One word.

He raised his hand and planned to continue reading, but He Shenyan interrupted him: "Why don't you come together?"

"Me?" Khan asked in surprise. "What should I do?"

"Khan, there is a banquet there." The mage said with a smile. "There is enough wine. Even Russ here can make him drunk and unconscious. Do you want to have a taste?"

Chagatai Khan's eyes slowly lit up, and his sitting posture changed, but he still maintained restraint: "I don't think I should appear on such an occasion."

"What kind of occasion?"

"A... touching occasion." Khan said calmly. "They recognize Guilliman's name, and they will recognize you. But I am different. I am not their original body, and I am not in the empire.

What position should I hold and what should I do?"

"If you don't go, how do you know they won't recognize you? Do you think you are not worthy of being respected? Or do you think the weepers will show you some inappropriate emotions?"

"None of them. The descendants of Sanguinius can't be like that...especially not them."

"Then what are you afraid of, Khan?"

He Shenyan stood behind the desk and stared at him: "Or, let me put it another way. What are you running from, Khan?"

Straight to the soul.

Jaghatai was silent. He knew what He Shenyan was talking about - for a long time, the White Scars and their original body had been outside the empire as a whole. Yes, they were also members of the empire, but they made everyone

No one can figure out their personalities. This sense of mystery is not a good thing.

So, what is he running away from?

Responsibility? Impossible, he has the courage to take responsibility.

Unnecessary reputation? He regards reputation as dirt.

Khan slowly stood up, like a mountain stretching itself. At that moment, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, but filled with the vastness of the grassland.

"You're right, Captain. I was running away. In the past, I was running away from things I deserved because I thought our father and his ideals would collapse sooner or later. As it turns out, I was right. The reason why I

The reason why I have led my legions away from the political center of the empire is because I believe that humans must have a way out."

Chagatai said some treacherous words, but his eyes were extremely firm: "If that time comes, I will take on everything... I think you also know that I have the qualifications and the ability."

He Shenyan nodded slowly.

"But now, I'm just avoiding it out of habit."

Chagatai smiled bitterly: "If you hadn't said it, I might not have realized this - please forgive me, Captain, it's not that I don't have confidence in you... I'm afraid I just have confidence in myself.

Lost confidence."

He Shenyan said nothing, and just walked to the door of the captain's cabin: "Remember to attend the banquet on time, Khan, don't be absent, otherwise all the Chogolis specialties I found will be wasted.

"

He opened the door and left slowly, leaving his last words: "Regaining confidence is a very simple thing, just complete it, Khan... we need you."