Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Guilliman had anticipated this scene, but when it actually came, he realized that words would always be pale.

Yonid Hill—his first Second Company Commander, the soldier who followed him through hell without regrets...is now standing in front of him alive.

After a long while, Guilliman spoke first.

"...I thought you were taller, Yonide. It seems that my memory has beautified you a little."

Yonide forced a smile on his tense face. Everyone could see his nervousness, but the smile definitely came from the heart: "Primary body, maybe you are a little taller.

maybe."

"I have long passed the age of growth and development...ah, how good it is to see you again, my friend."

Guilliman raised his hand and placed it on Yonid's shoulder.

It is difficult for a mortal to imagine how long ten thousand years is. In fact, it is also difficult for him to imagine how long ten thousand years is. Yonid only entered the Dreadnought Mecha in m37, which means that he fought hard after Guilliman entered the stasis stance.

More than seven thousand years.

In Guilliman's senses, he just drifted in a dark realm full of pain for a short while. He didn't know that the world had undergone such drastic changes - but even if he knew, what could he do?

The most cruel point is here. Even if he knew it, it would only add to the sadness. He could only watch the people he knew well step by step towards death, and he was powerless to do anything. The empire collapsed step by step and became corrupted step by step.

.....and there was nothing he could do.

Yonides are those people who ‘know but can’t do anything’.

He has witnessed the Great Crusade, he has boarded Holy Terra, he knows the ideals of the Emperor and the truth of the Empire, he knows the true face of this world and what humans should be like. But he can only watch them step by step.

Sliding into the abyss, unable to do anything.

Yonide was still fighting, but other than that, he could do nothing.

Guilliman's eye circles gradually turned red - this was not an easy scene to see. Under the torrent of time, Guilliman had already become hard-hearted, which was one of the essential talents of a politician.

but.

Please allow me to say this.

If he could, he really wanted to cry.

"How many others—?" Guilliman asked hoarsely. "How many people do you remember, Yonid?"

Yonide immediately understood what the original body meant. Titus, who was standing behind them with his chest straightened, noticed that the elder Yonid's body was shaking.

"I can't remember clearly, Primarch."

Yonide whispered.

"We suffered heavy losses, but we never gave up. There are many of us, so we must bear the greatest part of the responsibility. We must become a shield in front of mankind and even our brothers. We must protect everyone...

..I think we did it, Primarch."

"Yes, my friend."

Guilliman lowered his noble head deeply: "You did it, and I am proud of it."

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Thinking is often not an easy task, but, most of the time, it is fascinating.

Especially for a mage.

He was floating in the room with an expressionless face, holding an unknown ancient book in his hand, and rubbing his index finger on the ridge of the book. This was one of his many habits.

After a long time, the mage sighed, let go of the ancient book, and let it follow the traction on the bookshelf and return to its rightful place.

Loneliness is still his norm most of the time.

Returning to the ground in silence, He Shenyan sat down and leaned on the back of the chair. He frowned and continued to think.

Which link is the problem?

It is impossible for Fulgrim's soul to be without any problems after the fusion.

When Fabius Bayer cloned his father, he certainly never thought that his blasphemous and taboo behavior would bring more than just an uncorrupted Fulgrim. He would also bring an already corrupted soul.

It's split in two on some level.

This is not something that can be explained by science. Anything that involves the soul belongs to the realm of magic. Magic has never paid attention to logic. It itself is a kind of contempt for the inherent laws of the world.

If not, no one would be able to wave down lightning and fire, foresee a certain aspect of the future, or turn people into something else from the inside out - this is a realm of counter-logic, in which any

There is no logic to the phenomena, you can only rely on intuition.

So, what did the mage's intuition tell him?

He Shenyan could only say that he firmly believed that there must be a problem.

The fusion of souls is an inevitable phenomenon.

The fallen Fulgrim was dead, and Slaanesh had completely given up on him. At the moment of his repentance, the god turned away from her sight indifferently, removing all the blessings she had given to the fallen phoenix.

It's neat and tidy, with absolutely no trace of mercy. The god who is called love is the most ruthless thing in the world, what an irony.

It's impossible for her not to know the consequences of her actions. It would be a good thing if she insisted on wanting that side of the soul... But she didn't want it, so that half of the soul would go where it belongs as a matter of course.

Body.

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Soul and body are indispensable.

He Shenyan raised his fingers and put them between his eyebrows. He began to think back on the guesses he had made.

The first guess is that Fulgrim is lying and that he has been affected.

This guess can be eliminated after He Shenyan used mind reading on him.

The second guess is that Fulgrim was indeed not affected. His humanity finally won the battle with desire this time and gained the upper hand.

From an emotional point of view, He Shenyan hoped that this guess would be the correct answer. But as a mage, his rationality reminded him like acupuncture - this was unlikely.

It's not that he doesn't believe in Fulgrim's humanity, it's that the malice that his corrupted side has accumulated over the past ten thousand years cannot be reduced so easily.

So, the third guess.

The fallen half of consciousness... He knows his current situation, so he is still hiding it.

Could that be the case?

The mage narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at his bookshelf. The books flew down from the quaint bookshelf without any wind, and opened in front of him. The pages rolled and the papers flew until the mage raised a

finger.

He stood up, came to one of the books, waved his finger, and the other books returned to their places, except this one. He raised his hand, picked it up, and stared at the twisted characters on it.

He didn't say anything, and his face gradually became serious.

After a long time, he sighed and said to himself: "Fulgrim, I'm afraid we have to perform an operation on you..."