Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Horus had not seen Guilliman for two days, and he was a little confused about this.

In his mind, the image of Robert Guilliman was firmly bound to his metal desk. Guilliman could not leave his office all day long, even if necessary.

Conferences can be held remotely using personal terminals.

But now, such a person - such a workaholic has mysteriously disappeared into his office.

"Do you know where he went, Lady Infreni?" Horus asked politely.

"I would like to know, Lord Horus..." the Eldar replied, leaning lazily on Guilliman's chair. "But Robert has told no one where he has gone."

Horus frowned after receiving the answer.

His mind is broken and his body is young. But he is not ignorant of the current political situation in the empire. Everyone knows that the fragile balance is maintained by Guilliman alone - the defense of Terra has lasted three years, but

Many officials were unaware of this and they did not even know that the Inquisition had been cancelled.

Currently, there are still many Inquisitors acting in its name throughout the galaxy.

Maintaining a huge political system requires many officials, many incompetent officials and a small number of officials who can actually do things. Unfortunately, the "small part" of the empire is a small part in the true sense.

"But you don't have to worry too much, Lord Horus."

Yin Fryne poked her finger at Guilliman's table boredly: "Robert is a very rational person in most situations. It is unlikely that he would go into a one-on-one battle with a dangerous enemy without equipment or manpower.

, this kind of thing doesn’t quite fit his style.”

Having said this, the leader of the Death Army suddenly smiled ambiguously.

Horus didn't know why, he just touched his head inexplicably and replied: "You seem to be talking about something completely unrelated. Aren't we discussing where he went?"

"Yes, but it's not impossible, is it?"

Yin Fryne leaned back, her body completely wrapped in Guilliman's chair. She stretched out comfortably: "He may suddenly feel that the office is too cramped - what do you think?"

Horus took a look at this office and disagreed with Yinfreni's statement.

Guilliman's office is very spacious, and you can see everything through the two heavy doors.

The first thing you see after entering the gate are four rows of huge bookshelves, filled with all kinds of rare books that the Ultramarines have searched for for ten thousand years. The ceiling is a huge mural, with the emperor's eyes closed in compassion.

In the center, on the left is Guilliman, who also has his eyes closed, and on the right are the Ultramarines who are fighting.

"I don't think Robert's office is too cramped, ma'am - and I have a question."

"Excuse me, as long as I know, I will tell you everything." Yin Freni replied with a smile.

"When did you meet Robert?"

This sudden question made Yinfreni silent for a long time - she began to think quickly about what Horus meant. Of course, she couldn't come up with an answer.

Horus, who has a broken mind, is not as mature as he appears. The occasional flash of inspiration does not mean that he is really that deep-minded all the time. The real reason for asking this question is actually just a casual comment.

Of course, Yin Frene would not know the truth. After a moment of silence, she had already begun to consider whether Horus's question represented his own question.

Such a slow reply was clearly seen by Horus, who laughed dumbly: "If you don't want to answer, you don't have to answer - I see the relationship between you and Robert. I have to say, Yin Fulei

Ms. Ni, you are still somewhat...hey?"

Before he could finish his words, Yin Frené's expression suddenly changed, and she suddenly disappeared on Guilliman's chair without even explaining the reason to him. She disappeared into a flickering black shadow, and two heavy doors opened.

A gap. Yin Freni ran wildly through this gap.

go.

It was as if if I ran a little slower, I would never be able to walk away again.

"Why?!"

Horus looked at this scene blankly. He walked to the front of the door and opened it. The scene in the corridor did not change. The two victorious soldiers on guard saw him and lowered their heads respectfully.

One of them asked: "Is there anything you need, my lord?"

"No, I just - uh, did you see Ms. Yin Frene passing by here just now?"

"It is true, sir." Chang Shengjun replied. "She seems to be in a hurry..."

There was a hint of schadenfreude at the end of the sentence, but it was still noticed by Horus. He smiled helplessly, paused before continuing: "Do you know where Robert went?"

"The Primarch does not need to explain to us where he needs to go, my lord. If you really need to know the answer, perhaps you can go to the Chapter Master and borrow his personal terminal, and you should be able to contact the Primarch."

Horus's eyes lit up: "What a great idea! Thank you for the reminder! But I'm afraid I have to wait until dinner time to go find him. My reading plan for today has not been completed yet."

After saying that, he ran away, apparently going back to his room.

The two victorious soldiers exchanged glances with each other across their helmets, and one of them whispered after a long silence: "I've always wanted to ask... do you think the little master looks particularly similar to him.

....Huh? Sometimes I really want to remind him that it’s better to wear a mask.”

He replaced the detailed name with a cough, but the other Chang Shengjun could clearly know who he was referring to.

The latter shook his head slightly and said calmly: "This is not something we should care about. Brother, let's stand guard first. It will be our vacation in three weeks. At that time, we can go to Terra

Let’s ask the brothers staying on the space station about the information that has been circulating recently.”

The former was silent for a while and nodded, but still complained: "I can't believe that we actually have a secret intelligence network now... This is completely unlike what we would do."

The latter shrugged: "The standard style of the Ultramarines is not to cooperate with the Eldar..."

The two of them chuckled at the same time.

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The teleported light flashed, and seven people appeared in the bottom hangar of Macragge's Glory. This was one of the eight hangars, and dozens of Thunderhawk gunships were sleeping quietly, their surfaces wiped

The lights were bright, and it was obvious that maintenance and repairs were being carried out frequently. Despite this, no technical sergeants or maintenance servitors were seen in the hangar.

They were all evacuated in advance - to be precise, there were several roads on the Macragge's Glory where no Ultramarines would appear today.

With a clean face, Guilliman coughed twice and said: "The plan is this. We will wait outside Horus' room first, and I will call him out. Then we will meet him one by one.

——Ruth, why are you crying and sad?”

The Wolf King and Khan exchanged glances, and the latter smiled meaningfully, but did not answer. Naturally, he would not tell Guilliman that there was a bet between him and Russ, although neither of them won.

But for Ruth, not winning is the same as losing.

He had wanted to drink Chogorian wine for a long time.

Guilliman glanced at the two men for no apparent reason, and then continued: "The reason why we meet one by one is because his soul is still in a broken state. If we swarm into his room, I'm afraid something bad will happen.

situation."

"What's the situation?" Fulgrim asked, holding a carefully wrapped gift box in his hands.

Guilliman sighed.

"Well, I've been with Horus for a while - of course, I'm referring to him at this stage. His mind is currently in adolescence, and most of the time he's just a very smart kid. But occasionally,

He will show off as a load

The side of Russ. I mean, the real Horus."

Sanguinius listened quietly, looking at Guilliman with worried eyes, and couldn't help but speak when he spoke of "the true Horus."

"Is he okay? I mean, is he-?"

"No, you can rest assured, brother." Guilliman smiled. "At that time, he was very confused. He always thought that the existence of me or Khan was just an illusion of chaos. He would always confess to himself first.

What you did, and then firmly said that you will never give in... Of course, this is a better time."

"So, what about the worse times?"

Angron asked calmly with his hands behind his back, pointing out the key point to the point.

Guilliman sighed: "At worst, he will show strong suicidal tendencies. I have to use magic to restrict his movements. This is why he has to stay with me for about twelve hours every day.

one."

"Speaking of magic, my student." He Shenyan said slowly. "How well do you master the power of the Titans?"

"...Not very good, teacher."

"Not very good has several different meanings. Have you learned it but failed to put it out a few times, or have you not learned it at all?"

"...I haven't learned it at all, teacher."

"Oh, that's how it is."

He Shenyan nodded and then stopped talking. However, his always pale face now had a mysterious smile. Looking at this smile, Guilliman suddenly felt a chill.

He quickly changed the subject.

"Ahem, that's all there is to say, brothers, let's get on our way."

The adjectives he chose made other people's expressions become a little weird.

The Glory of Macragge is a flagship of the Queen of Glory class, which means that she is simply astonishingly large. Although it is not as good as the Revenge and the newly-produced Behemoth-class battleship, she is still in the past of the Empire.

One of the glory.

Anyone who plans to walk around the ship is probably crazy - but not if the walk is aided by a mage.

Russ glanced back. The scenery passing by quickly made him grin uncontrollably: "Is there such a trick? Captain, can I learn it?"

"Yes, you can, but you have to be able to sit still - I mean, you have to be patient enough to meditate."

Ruth immediately lost interest: "Oh, okay, forget it then."

"You really didn't hesitate to give up, Russ." Khan said with a smile. "Still thinking about my two barrels of wine?"

"Yes." The Wolf King admitted without hesitation. "Of course I will be thinking about them. There is never too much precious treasure like wine, especially the wine from you. You were not very generous in the past."

Khan shrugged and did not answer Ruth's meaningful words. The journey that might have taken half a day to more than a day on foot can now be reached in seventeen minutes.

They stood in front of a separate door, dressed in civilian clothes. They did not look like noble Primarchs at this time, but a group of ordinary people.

A group of ordinary people who were excited, uneasy, and worried because they were about to see their brothers they had not seen for a long time. Of course, except He Shenyan. He came here just to watch the show. At this time, he was leisurely leaning against another

There are smiles on the wall on one side.

Guilliman exchanged looks with his brothers, took a deep breath, stood in front of the door of Horus' room, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.

"Please come in." A much younger voice came from inside, but everyone could tell who the owner of this voice was.

Guilliman opened the door and entered. Horus was sitting with his back to him, reading a book. There was also a notebook open on the desk, which was filled with many things. In terms of his attitude towards knowledge, he was

Very seriously.

"Who is it?" Horus asked without looking back. "Please forgive me for not being able to receive you now. This page is so exciting that I can't take my eyes away."

"It's me, brother."

Horus suddenly turned his head and exclaimed happily: "Ah, Robert! Where have you been before?"

"I went to take care of some things..."

"Anyway, it's good that you're fine - are you a little bothered by too many government affairs? It's okay. I'm currently studying political matters and I'll be able to help you soon."

There was nothing concealed in Horus's smile, but a clear heart. His room was not very luxurious, it could even be considered simple, which was his request. And this child with a young and immature face

But he had a face that was very familiar to Guilliman.

In the past, he respected the owner of this face. But in the end, the owner of this face personally tore the bond between Galaxy and his brothers.

Countless people died in that disaster, and countless worlds are still mourning it.

Guilliman looked at him intently for a while, and originally planned to explain to Horus according to the planned plan, but suddenly there was a loud noise behind him, like the sound of many people squeezing together and falling.

He looked back and found Russ lying next to the door with an embarrassed smile. Khan stretched out his hand to hold him, but also exposed most of his body. Angron was standing not far away.

Only a pair of eyes were exposed in the shadows. Fulgrim was holding a gift box and standing side by side with Sanguinius, looking at them with a smile.

——At that moment, it seemed as if nothing had changed, but there were still a lot of people missing.

After a brief moment of sadness, Guilliman immediately realized the seriousness of the problem. He quickly turned his head to look at Horus, and sure enough, the latter had fallen into that state again.

The temperature in the room began to change silently. It gradually increased and boiled. The air began to be filled with a heart-warming atmosphere. The metal plates that made up the walls rattled, and the power of the star body was beginning to appear. It was just emotions.

The fluctuations made many original bodies feel uncomfortable.

That broken soul is back.

He stared blankly at the scene in front of him, frowning, saying nothing, and looking confused.

"Horus, are you okay?" Guilliman asked worriedly.

The broken soul slowly raised his head and glanced at him, as if he didn't understand what the question meant - after a few seconds, he shook his head.

This shake of the head was not in answer to Guilliman's question, but out of another feeling.

"how so......"

He said sadly: "Fulgrim, Angron...I can understand your presence here, but why do you even-?"

"Jaghatai, Russ, Robert, Sanguinius... why would you... no, this can't be true..."

"This must be an illusion."

He murmured to himself: "Yes, a vision."

Anger breaks out.

The raging and burning anger turned into a distorted scene visible to the naked eye. The broken soul screamed silently. He was in pain as if a thousand swords were inserted into his heart at the same time, and tears dripped from his eyes. He said it was an illusion, but

Still can't help crying over it.

The huge and heavy sadness swept over everyone, leaving everyone stunned.

"Brother, stop, this is not-" Guilliman tried to explain, but was interrupted.

"Shut up, you pathetic phantom! Chaos of the Warp! How dare you steal my brother's image to deceive me again? You've already deceived me once, you've already made me..."

He swallowed harder and fell to his knees. His tears had dried up, and now scarlet blood was flowing out of his eyes: "Is this what you want? Do you want to see me suffer and sink? Never! Never! I won't do it again.

Let you succeed, and I will never succumb to lies again!"

The broken soul raised his hand, and strength gathered there. Without hesitation, he stretched out his knuckles and punched himself in the temple.

At that moment, everyone's expressions changed drastically. They watched helplessly as their brother who had reunited after a long separation committed suicide without hesitation, but they were unable to do anything about it. The madness composed of sadness and anger

The tide immobilized them.

Until a voice sounded.

"stop."

That was the mage's voice, but what he used was not language. It was a simple syllable, but it contained unimaginable power. It was more like a command than language.

A command of reality.

Reality succumbed, and Horus really stopped. He seemed to have lost all his strength, and his body fell limply to the ground. Guilliman quickly helped him to the bed beside him.

"Just now..." Ruth said in a choked voice. "What was that?"

No one answered his words.

"Horus, Horus? Please, wake up." Guilliman checked his condition anxiously, almost at a loss.

As the initiator of the banquet and plan, he never expected that the situation would take a turn for the worse. Worry had engulfed his heart, and the Lord of Ultramar did not expect such a thing to happen in his worst expectations.

——He is not Horus after all. I don’t know what the latter went through in those ten thousand years.

A soul was played back and forth by the four gods, and he experienced all kinds of cruel punishments in the world. Among them, the female was the most curious. She once made Horus go through everything in that rebellion because of a whim. Only this time

, he was awake, but unable to control his body, he could only watch everything happen again.

Then again and again.

He Shenyan glanced at the situation in the room, then turned to look at Angron, who had walked over at some point, and asked, "Why do you have such an expression?"

"In my world, Horus is the person who took the place of Sanguinius today." Angron explained simply, his expression very complicated.

What just happened made him very moved - even though he knew in his heart that this was not the Horus he knew, but was the emotion he showed false?

No one can say such things. They are all eyewitnesses to Horus' sorrow and anger. Because they have seen it with their own eyes, they cannot say anything to deny it.

The facts are before our eyes.

He Shenyan shook his head, turned around and left.

"Where are you going?" Angron asked from behind him.

"What happens next is not my part. He will wake up leisurely in a few minutes, and his broken mind will get some help from the past. His memory will be fused a little... I don't like watching family dramas very much.

.”

The mage stopped and turned around with a smile: "I'll leave it to you to enjoy yourself. I also have other things to do."

His figure gradually disappeared in a ray of light.

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Cross-border.

again.

The moon hangs high in the sky, white and beautiful. It is surrounded by buildings with pointed roofs and densely packed houses crowded together, giving people a complex sense of beauty. Although they are all relatively close together, they do not give people a feeling of crowding. The lights are on

It was bright and clear, people were laughing and celebrating the arrival of the New Year, the streets were covered with thick snow, and more was falling from the sky.

This is Valoran, Runeterra—to be more precise, this is New Yin Rusil.

He Shenyan raised his head. In his sight, at the front and highest place, there was a tall tower. There, someone was waiting for him.

Smiling, he teleported up.

"You are so slow..." Gwendelin said reproachfully, but she smiled the next second.

She stood up, opened her arms towards the mage, and winked playfully, acting generously, but her white cheeks were already blushing: "I demand compensation."