Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Chapter 1027 381. Roundtable Talk (Sixteen, Death Guard, 4k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

After the originals sat down again, the atmosphere in the conference room became a little different. On the surface, everything seemed peaceful. But here's the problem.

It's so peaceful.

They shouldn't be so calm.

The Emperor was sitting on the throne, flipping through the thick tome of Robert Guilliman's re-incarnation. The Primarchs were puzzled by his actions, but the Emperor only said that he was also curious about the wizard's magic.

It is worth mentioning that the knowledge did not refuse his reading, which made Magnus even more puzzled.

"I'm glad to see you all come back on time, because I have to resolve this matter before 11:21:33 pm, and I need this part of the energy to maintain the projection."

The hub said this, complaining in a standard mechanical voice. Corax frowned, instinctively wanting to ask what it was going to do with the energy, but someone got there first.

"You need energy?" Leman Russ asked.

"I need this energy."

The center answered very quickly. "Don't get me wrong, my energy conversion channel is running at full power, so even if we don't get any replenishment in the next five hundred years, I can't explain it to you on my own.

way to ensure the normal operation of the Revenge."

Sanguinius decided to start something else: "So, who's next? No, wait, is Rogue's chapter over? What's next?"

"That depends on Rogal Dorn's own wishes." The center said calmly.

"I prefer to keep the next things to myself. Please send them to my personal terminal. I will read them all tonight." Donne replied expressionlessly.

He didn't seem to want his brothers to know what happened next. That kind of resistance could be clearly noticed even if he showed an unwavering expression. After getting his answer, the original bodies

A new round of silence began again.

Who's coming next?

Leon El'Jonson's eyes flickered, and just when he was about to speak, an annoying (to him) voice sounded in front of him.

"It seems that you have all learned your father's tricks - even I am starting to wonder, is silence really so interesting?"

It's Conrad Coates.

The Lord of the Night casually observed his nails. They were trimmed very neatly. This was not like his previous style - the midnight wanderer always needed nails as strong as alloy to tear flesh and blood.

Unfortunately, he is now the Lord of the Night.

"Are you planning to be next?" Fulgrim asked.

"No, I don't have that interest." Konrad Coates yawned. "I don't think this matter will have any effect on me. I have already been 'helped' by others and thrown to another

The world has been there for almost three hundred years. Seriously, what else do I need?"

He raised the corners of his mouth, and his facial expression suddenly became cheerful again. This made many people secretly vigilant. They all knew the current character of Conrad Coates.

"But I can't deny the help these things may have for you just because I don't need it. What I mean is, why don't we give this opportunity to those who really need it?"

He looked at Mortarion. The latter's face became tense under the bandage, his throat rolled, and he wanted to speak, but Curze was one step faster than him.

"Don't be shy, brother." Coz laughed. "I know you are interested in this."

"Don't guess what I'm thinking, you know nothing about it."

Mortarion warned, his voice hoarse. The Emperor looked over, which made all the muscles in his body tense. However, what is interesting is that despite this, Mortarion did not even look at the Emperor.

"Really? Then why don't you refuse?"

Cozz sat upright happily, then left the chair, jumped slightly, and jumped onto the comfortable armchair. He squatted on it and spread his hands, looking extremely frivolous: "If you don't want to watch, you can

Say no, Mortarion."

"."

Mortarion sighed after a few seconds.

"Your tolerance is as narrow as before." He complained. "You said you spent almost three hundred years in that world, but I didn't notice it at all."

"If you have time, you can come and participate in our simulation game. You will know when the time comes. As for now. Dear hub, can you start playing? Our Mortarion has acquiesced that he wants to watch it.

Woolen cloth."

The Lord of Night burst out laughing.

The center did not respond verbally to his words, but the projection started again.

——

A tall man, wrapped in a cloak, was walking hard in the mud. His weight made it difficult for him to walk, and the mud almost touched his knees, but he could still endure it all.

He wore a simple mask, and the little exposed skin was horribly pale. Especially his eyes, which at first glance looked sinister and ominous, with deep-set sockets, like some kind of terrifying monster.

But if you have the courage to look closely, you will find that the emotions in those eyes are actually the same as those of ordinary people.

To be more detailed - this giant with a sickle in his hand is eager to return home. Yes, this is the strongest desire in his eyes.

He was looking forward to this, and it also gave him a moment of solace after his hard journey for many days. He didn't want to leave his village so far, but the new monster had a huge impact on other people in the village.

It's a terrible threat.

What's worse is that it seems to know that it can't defeat him, so it keeps running away.

It took the giant some time to catch up and kill it. Apart from the chase, it was actually not difficult. It could even be said that it was so easy that he was a little surprised that the beast turned out to be so fragile.

As for now, he actually just wants to go back to the village, have a simple meal, then have a good sleep, and get up early the next morning to do farm work.

It may be absurd to say it, but he actually likes doing farm work. Compared with being forced to learn terrible knowledge in a cold fortress, this thing makes him feel more like a living person.

Yes, people.

He chewed the word, and a smile appeared on his face under the mask - it turns out that I am a human being.

go home.

As he approached, he walked with a smile through a gloomy bush that was shadowy in the darkness, as if possessed by a ghost, and his eyes fell on a plain in the distance. That was his home, a newly established village.

No.

Wait a minute.

He suddenly paused on the spot, and his face under the mask became confused.

He didn't see the village wall. Those simple wooden walls were missing. They were made by himself, and there was also a watchtower that should have stood on the plain. When he left, he looked back and didn't know.

Wrong.

what happened?

It just so happened that a breeze came at this time. What was carried was the pungent stench and the smell of death - the giant was familiar with this smell, he was too familiar with it. He had seen many monsters with such smell trying to kill

he.

They can't do it.

But the villagers are not him.

The giant began to run at an extremely fast speed. The boots bound by the dried mud could not slow down his speed, and his cloak rustled behind him. Just by running, his speed caused a gust of wind to appear out of thin air on the plain.

As he got closer, his superhuman senses began to detect the information more clearly. He began to smell a more foul smell, rotten, dark, twisted - he even began to hear some subtle grunts, like

It is the dead who are whispering.

Half a minute later, he stopped at the entrance of the village and pulled off his mask, revealing a ghostly face.

"No," he said.

What appeared in front of him was ruins.

The wall collapsed, and the watchtower became broken wood. Behind the wall, the traps set were filled with monster corpses. He had also set these traps himself, and the villagers did not know how to protect themselves.

Yes, they don't understand.

The giant slowly tightened his grip on the sickle in his hand. His self-taught way of holding it prevented the mortal object from being damaged. Instead, it was held firmly because of his strength.

He walked inside.

Under the cover of night, he stepped over the embers and ashes left after the fire burned. He passed by the collapsed houses, dried blood and scattered human limbs. Then, he stopped in front of a corpse that was standing up staggeringly. There were holes in the eyes of the corpse.

The light of witchcraft is shining.

"Ulfer," the giant whispered.

He knows him.

He was the first person to speak to the giant after he escaped from the poisonous cloud-shrouded mountaintop. A human being, not a monster, or anything else.

people.

After the giant tried to help them with their farm work, he was also the one who imparted all his knowledge to them. Wulf said that farming was not complicated at all, it was just a matter of being careful.

It's nothing more than being careful.

Care for the life, the seed, and the soil of every possible seed, and nothing else, Mortarion.

The giant raised his hand and waved the scythe. The corpse that rushed towards him was split into two halves in the blink of an eye, putrid ashes gush out of the body, and the light of witchcraft dissipated from his eyes.

He continued to move forward and saw the back of a woman wearing a dark red dress stained with blood. She was standing in front of the cowshed, her right hand was missing, and there was a horrific wound on her back, as if she had been pierced by something.

Please, don't turn around, he thought.

The woman turned her head, and the light of witchcraft appeared in her eyes.

The giant had been taught this knowledge in the fortress on the top of the mountain. He knew many of these dark and twisted things, so he knew that the woman was actually dead long ago.

What stood before him now was a monster with a mad desire for the flesh and blood of the living.

But she was once human.

Her name was Thean, and when the giant came to the village, she was the first person to give him food, a bowl of rough porridge, and to him, that bowl of porridge was the most delicious thing he had ever eaten.

.

He actually hasn't eaten anything else.

The woman staggered towards him.

The giant closed his eyes, then opened them again. He did not speak, and he had nothing to say. He waved his arms to let her rest.

Then he moved on.

He passed by destroyed wheat fields and warehouses burned by flames. He asked men to lie down, women to lie down, and children to lie down. He could no longer keep them alive, but at least he could let them enjoy peace after death.

After doing all this, he threw down the scythe. It fell to the ground with a clang, reflecting the faint moonlight heavily. There was not a drop of blood on his cloak and clothes, only ashes.

Then, he heard crying.

——

Mortarion held a short knife thoughtfully and said nothing. The runes were no longer bright. In fact, it was a miracle that they could still remain on the knife.

This knife killed him.

He held it and rubbed the blade with his left hand. He did not speak. The bandage covered all his expressions, and the information revealed in the only exposed eyes was completely unreadable.

No one can understand what he is feeling now. There is no real empathy in the world unless there is a connection between minds. The complexity of the human heart makes even the smartest people unable to consider it. The truth of the world may be simpler than this matter.

"Another - or some slight difference," someone whispered. "Does this mean they are actually completely different from us?"

The speaker was Corus Corax.

Fulgrim answered his question: "Yes, just look at that man sitting over there. He doesn't have nails in his head."

Angron snorted coldly: "The person I know wouldn't describe other people's appearance like this."

"I'm not scolding you or belittling you."

"But you're comparing me to him - and I don't like that."

Fulgrim sighed: "Believe me, I don't like it either. Once upon a time, I only had to deal with one Angron."

".One day, I will convey this message to him."

Phoenix smiled: "I wish you success."

"I must admit that I sympathize with his experience very much," Robert Guilliman said softly. "But I still want to know what happened next, Center, can you not stop next time? I think we can read it in one go.

.”

"This is not your chapter, Robert Guilliman. So, I understand why you feel you can bear it. You are just a bystander, so you can look at this with a more relaxed attitude. Unfortunately, I still remember you

Reaction to hearing Robert Guilliman the Heretic."

".I just want you to continue!"

"I just want to mention that I will not forget it. I am a regent of the empire who hates intelligence. By the way, your backlog of government affairs has reached a terrifying level. Since the war is not over immediately, it is still time to be on alert during the war.

situation, I will still use various extensions to help you deal with it."

The central mechanical voice seemed to have some terrifying meaning: "Of course, if you are willing to help unlock part of the computing power, that would be great."

Guilliman's silence told all.

"It seems you are not going to help me, which is a pity. Well, who told you to be Robert Guilliman? I will continue, please don't push me anymore."

Vulkan couldn't help but smile, earning an incredulous look from Guilliman.

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