Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Everyone left one after another, and finally, only Sanguinius and Guilliman were left in the room.

The archangel spoke first.

Sanguinius smiled and said, "I know you have something to say to me, Robert, so go ahead - it's really not your style to be so secretive."

Guilliman did not speak at the first moment, but looked at his gentle smile and pursed his lips.

I really hope you can keep smiling like this later, Sanguinius...

Afterwards, Guilliman used his eloquence as a politician and spent ten minutes. He told Sanguinius the origin, development and ending of the Weeper Chapter in detail.

He didn't hide anything, and even produced documents related to the trial court that were traced back to the source.

In this narrative, Guilliman was fortunate enough to clearly see how the smile on Sanguinius' face disappeared.

When he finished speaking, the archangel's expression had turned into one of complete indifference. Then there was silence - for about ten minutes, he never said a word, his expression was dull, and his eyes were looking straight. But his eyes were unfocused.

With the falling point, it seems as if you are staring at some false illusion.

"...Where are they now?"

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It's really a happy trouble.

Fubo Lileo looked at the documents in front of him, sighed, and stood up. He had not left his room today and had been processing these documents. Regarding the reconstruction of the Chapter, the recruitment world and the Behemoth-class ship

Registration of battleships, etc... Hidden behind these cumbersome procedures is a promising future.

After seventeen hours of careful review and handling of various matters, he was finally freed from these documents.

Wearing casual clothes, he opened the door to his room. Like all the warbands stationed on the Revenge, the Weepers also have a station on the second deck. Considering their current number, this station is almost empty.

Unacceptable.

However, despite the small number of people returning home, there is no lack of necessary facilities.

Like an ordinary citizen, Fubo slowly came to the beverage machine at his battle group's station. They had only found out the specific usage of this machine from Wen Zhen four days ago.

Although they themselves felt that there was something wrong with drinking as a monk of the Astartes, the Iron Serpents Chapter, Ultramarines and Imperial Fists next door had no objections to this.

Especially the Imperial Fists. Almost all of them carry special black coffee everywhere, and the mellow aroma with a bitter taste can be smelled whenever you get close to their station.

In line with the idea of ​​doing as the Romans do and building good relations with other chapters, Fubo decided to start with himself, and the chapter leader set an example. He pondered in front of the option panel for a long time but still made no decision.

Iced carbonated drinks taste good, and he prefers the drink called Coca-Cola. After drinking half a cup in one breath, it feels like iced lava flowing in the trachea, and the stimulating feeling is very good.

In the end, he chose a glass of ice-cold Coca-Cola. Fubo stared at the glass in his hand, and a strange sense of absurdity made him couldn't help but laugh - what is this?

Yeah, what's this?...Slowly coming to the porthole, Fubo meditated absently. He didn't drink a sip of the Coke, he just looked at the scene outside the window and kept thinking. They really deserve to be like this.

Treatment?

He was deep in thought, so he didn't notice the figure walking slowly from the other end of the corridor. He was staring out the window, so he didn't notice that the person had already arrived in front of him.

——A voice said to him: "Forbo Lileo."

Fubo shuddered, and an indescribable feeling of blood connection spread throughout his body. This was a feeling he had never experienced before. He raised his head suddenly and found that he could only see from the usual angle of communication with Astartes.

The speaker's cloth.

He raised his head sluggishly and saw a face that only existed in oil paintings.

A face that is so handsome that it has divinity, but at this moment it is extremely sad.

Father's face.

Fubo's lips began to tremble, and he squeezed the glass tightly with his right hand. He did not speak, did not move, and did not make any movement. His eyes were helpless like a child.

"Yes, it's me, Fubo." Sanguinius said softly. "I'm back."

He is back?

Even though he had been told about this incident, Fubo was still unable to say anything due to the huge shock. The eyes of this battle-hardened Astartes were filled with tears. He stood in front of the porthole, his eyes wandering and uncertain.

, the body is tense and trembling slightly.

Sanguinius looked at him sadly, knowing that his son, whom he had never met, was in mourning.

The white wings slowly raised, and a faint white light began to flicker in the corridor. Sanguinius did not say anything, he just began to sing softly. The song was gentle and sad, and the ancient lullaby originating from Baal was wailing like this.

The flow slowly began to flow in the place where the visitors were stationed.

They had never heard this song, and some could not even hear it in their rooms. But at this moment, they all stopped what they were doing and opened the door.

It is a call originating from the depths of genes, beyond all rational things. It is born and rooted in the hearts of each of them, and will never die. Whether they admit it or not, the weepers know that they are

Son of Sanguinius.

So they began to understand the unfamiliar language on their own, as if they were self-taught, and began to understand every detail of the song. They walked out of the room and came step by step behind Sanguinius - they did not speak, they were just silent

.But they understood that someone was paying their own condolences to their lost brother.

This is enough.

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He Shenyan raised his hand and canceled Wen Zhen's monitoring of the Weeper's station. At least tonight, he did not want to passively receive any information about them.

Besides, he didn't have nothing to do.

Angron sat thoughtfully at his desk, crossing his arms and staring at the light curtain in front of him. The information on it was scrolling at a high speed, and the reading speed at the original body level had exceeded the range that ordinary people could understand.

After a few minutes, he stopped reading and shook his head: "None of these worlds meet my standards."

"Then you are really picky, my friend—you don't even like these worlds?"

The mage said half-jokingly: "Then what kind of world do you want me to find for you, the five hundred worlds of Ultramar?"... "If Guilliman agrees, it's not impossible."

In front of He Shenyan, Angron showed his rarely shown sense of humor. The Lord of Red Sand nodded solemnly: "Although I doubt his ability to teach his children, the Ultramarines undoubtedly have excellent abilities.

Quality."

"Okay, then you go ask Guilliman and see if he agrees to turn his hometown into a recruiting world for your legion."

Angron suddenly sneered: "Let's forget it, I'm afraid that I will run away and form an alliance with the Eldar."

He Shenyan almost laughed out loud, but he finally used his willpower to control it. He shook his head, leaned back, and lay on the back of the chair. His fingers stacked up and began to collide with each other.

The mage's exclusive trick began to dance on his fingertips again. The magic power was silently transformed into electric current, water mass, fire and ice with the collision of his fingers. The gorgeous sight made Angron raise his eyebrows.

.

"So you want a particularly good recruiting world."

He Shenyan said firmly: "It is best to be in that kind of wild world, where the human beings have strong bodies, tough minds and the instinct to cooperate with each other to overcome difficulties. They have great courage and can maintain themselves in any environment.

Willpower—you want that kind of person, don’t you?”

Angron's eyes gleamed at what he said, and he nodded repeatedly: "It would be great if you have it!"

"Where can I change this kind of world for you?!"

He Shenyan slapped the table angrily: "I'm not an all-powerful wishing machine! There is no such conscription world in the galaxy. Even if there was, it would have been recruited by a certain war group long ago! Just kidding,

This kind of world is a good thing in everyone's eyes, okay? Do you think you are the only one who wants it?!"

Angron shrugged and blinked at He Shenyan with complete trust: "I believe you can find a way."

The corner of the mage's eye twitched suddenly, and he controlled himself with great willpower to prevent him from snapping his fingers and throwing Angron out of the vacuum on the spot.

After a few seconds, he calmed down and gave Angron a half-smiling look: "...Actually, if you insist on telling me, I really have a good recruiting world on my hands. But -

—”

He lengthened his voice, and the follow-up to the word "baby" actually took more than ten seconds. Angron looked at him expectantly and held his breath unconsciously.

"——I can't give it to you."

"What?"

"I can't give it to you, Angron." He Shenyan repeated, with a bad smile on his face. "This world is not within the empire's territory."

"ah?"

"It's in a different world - what a pity. You see, everyone in this world is martial, and the civilization is still in the medieval period. It has strong plasticity. They advocate force, but they don't ignore the weak, thinking that everyone is born with it.

With different talents, everyone can find a path that suits them."

"They are also particularly tough. The fantasy world these people live in is very harsh. Every fifteen years, they have to deal with a group of monsters that rise from the bottom of the sea. Their society is therefore divided into many different small groups. Whenever the tide comes,

These groups will be closely connected with each other and become the only whole called human beings."..."They never give up and never surrender. Even if the whole world is getting worse and worse, they have never surrendered.

idea, but keep fighting.”

Angron began to take deep breaths continuously. He did not speak, but his chest rose and fell rapidly.

"Tsk, it's a pity that I can't give it to you. Oh, what a pity."

He Shenyan said it was a pity, but the man burst out laughing and winked at Angron in a very corrupt manner: "What do you think, Angron?"

"I think -" Angron squeezed out a sentence through his teeth. "-You are simply not human."

"That's wrong. Although I do have low quality sometimes, my self-identity is indeed that of a human being. Please don't slander me, Angron."

"Since you don't want to give me this world, why do you say so much?!"

Angron looked at him sadly and angrily: "You are like taking a hungry homeless man outside the restaurant, letting him look at the delicious food being brought out through the glass window, and letting him smell the tempting smell.

The aroma was delicious, but I kept telling him that he couldn’t eat it!”

"Hey, how can I be so scary? Well, let me explain to you. The reason why I can't give you this world is because it is not within the empire's territory."

He Shenyan stopped laughing and joking, and his expression became serious: "It is a different world. Do you understand, Angron?"

"What's wrong with another world? Haven't I been there once?"

"You are you, they are them, Angron. The worlds are different from each other. They are indeed human beings, but can you guarantee that they can adapt to the environment here? As I said, it is still in the Middle Ages.

civilization—the bacteria in their intestines are probably two completely different races from those of most Imperial citizens today.”

He Shenyan raised a finger: "I can cross the border, and you can cross the border - because we can ignore the bad illusion. But can they? They haven't even completed the conquest of their own planet. They can really adapt.

The environment of the empire? No need for me to tell you, you should also understand that the environment of the empire is a hundred times worse than their home planet."

Angron wanted to say, I believe them. But he couldn't say that. He was a rational person, so he couldn't say this without conscience.

Moreover, after a short period of excitement, he calmed down, and he also captured the information hidden between the lines of the mage - they lived a very difficult life on their own planet, but it was their home planet.

It is a choice on their evolutionary path.

But the Empire is not.

If their world becomes a conscription world, it means that countless people will have to sacrifice for the empire one after another in the future. They will have to fight countless terrifying monsters and be on the verge of death every day, but they actually don't have to fight these at all.

Something to fight against.

He cannot drag down an entire innocent world for his own selfish desires.

"I understand." Angron whispered. "Then how about finding a good recruiting world within the empire's territory?"

"It's good to see you've calmed down, my friend."

He Shenyan smiled and nodded, waving his hand and making a list of hundreds: "You can take your time and choose."

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