Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The Presbyterian Presbyterian Church is located in the center of the city. Although the location is good, its appearance does not look very luxurious. On the contrary, the simple white walls have no decorations. If Racha had not known in advance, he would not have thought that this place was actually

The seat of the Presbyterian Church.

There were two guards standing at the door. Not to mention armor, they didn't even have weapons. The older one saw Racha running towards them and quickly stretched out his hand to stop him.

"What's the matter with you?"

Racha now only felt that his lungs were burning. He stammered and said with difficulty: "Nok... Noxus, Noxus wants to invade us!"

The older guard quickly stretched out his hand to interrupt him: "Oh! You can't talk nonsense, boy. The Noxian people are discussing business with the elders inside. It is said that they want to buy some Ionian specialties and sell them back.

The price is quite high.”

The lazy guard who had been leaning against the outer wall and said nothing nodded: "Yes, they are quite generous. But..."

He turned to Racha and his expression became serious: "Are you sure what you are telling the truth?"

"Absolutely true!"

Racha calmed down and quickly told what he had seen and heard by the river outside the city. When he said the words "war mason" from his mouth, the older guard still had no reaction. But the young man's expression was different.

It seemed more solemn.

He took out his hands that had been placed in his wide sleeves, and they were covered with bandages: "I thought you were talking nonsense, but people who are talking nonsense cannot know the existence of war masons."

The older guard was a little confused. He asked his companion confused: "What? What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, Ruizo, it's better for you to go home. This matter is no longer something you can get involved in."

He drove the older guard away with a few words, and then took Racha to a secluded corner inside the door. The courtyard was full of flowers and plants, and a few trees blocked all the sunlight, making it very quiet. In the center there was an exquisite

In the pavilion, an old man and a man with a knife at his waist were talking.

The guard glanced at them, then motioned for Racha to squat down. He said, "My name is Huaizhuo, what's yours?"

"Racha...you know the War Masons?"

"Yes, I am the son of Elder Huaifeng in the Presbyterian Church." Huaizhuo nodded, and Racha noticed that his hands were rubbing together.

He continued: "We have been paying attention to this group of masons for a long time. It is said that they are elite troops of Noxus who go to other countries to explore possible invasion routes and local secrets. If what you said is true, then today, we may

A war can be avoided."

Racha asked uneasily: "What should we do?"

Hearing this, Huai Zhuo shook his head: "Wait, wait until they finish talking, then go to the elder. Alerting the enemy now may allow them to start planning in advance."

They had been waiting patiently for a long time. The elder in the pavilion and the Noxian seemed to be having a very happy conversation. They stood up and shook hands.

This made Huai Zhuo click his tongue, and Racha was a little surprised. Only those particularly conservative Ionians would think that this new etiquette in the outside world was not in line with the rules. But now is not the time to consider these things.

It didn't take long for the Noxian to leave from the main entrance. The elder seemed very happy. He shook his head and hummed an opera. Huaizhuo jumped out of the bushes and pulled Racha with him. This frightened the elder.

Jump. He almost called the guards, but he relaxed after seeing Huai Zhuo's face clearly.

The elder said complainingly: "Huaizhuo! What are you doing? You are already twenty years old and will soon be twenty-one years old. You are not at the age where you can be naughty when you were a child!"

Seeing that the elder was about to detail his past dark history, Huai Zhuo's eyes twitched. He quickly interrupted the elder and said: "Elder Dulu, I have something important to report!"

"Is it important?"

Elder Dulu frowned, and then shook his head in a funny way: "What's the matter with you? Okay, let's talk about it. Besides, sir, you won't be dragged by Huai Zhuo to do this."

It’s a prank, right?”

Racha looked at Huaizhuo, who gave him a look of approval. So Racha took a deep breath, slowed down his speech, and recounted clearly what he saw and heard by the river outside the city.

once.

As he told the story, Elder Dulu's face became more and more solemn from the casual look at the beginning, and by the end, his face was so gloomy that he could almost shed water.

The old man raised his head and let out a strange cry. Then, a burly man dressed in black appeared inexplicably from the shadows of the courtyard. His whole body was shrouded in black clothing, and there was a

A short knife.

He came to Elder Dulu, knelt down on one knee, and asked in a deep voice: "What do you want?"

"The surveillance of Noxians has been raised to the next level. In addition..." He turned to Racha and his expression became kinder: "What is your name, sir?"

"My name is Racha, elder."

"Very good." Elder Dulu nodded, and continued: "Can you still remember the appearance of those two people?"

Racha nodded, Elder Dulu took a step back, and the burly man stepped forward. He stretched out his right hand, and a ball of white light slowly condensed on it. He said softly to Racha: "Relax, sir, I want to

Just think of their faces."

Racha did as he was told, and when he opened his eyes again, the burly man had disappeared. Elder Dulu's expression became more serious, and he said to Huai Zhuo: "Where is your father?"

Huai Zhuo replied expressionlessly: "It's outside the city."

"Outside the city? What is he doing outside the city?" Elder Duru frowned and asked, "Didn't I tell him to stay in Presidian for a while before he started working on his travel notes?"

"He can't take any time off, elder. After staying at home for only two days, he said that there were ants crawling on his body. Now he probably doesn't know where to go to write his book."

Dulu shook his head: "He's not up to date all the time... If it weren't for the fact that those books of his are still of some use, let's see if I can cure him!"

Huai Zhuo smiled indifferently: "Then you should treat him quickly so that I can become an elder. Watching the door every day is very tiring."

His words received an angry look from Duru, and then the elder performed a unique skill of changing his face. When he turned to speak to Racha, he had become friendly: "Mr. Racha, are you from Presidio?

?”

Racha shook his head, and then Duru continued: "Do you live locally? Are you here for pilgrimage or traveling?"

"I live in Presidence."

"That's good. Please pay attention to your own safety these days. Noxians are not easy to mess with... These damn barbarians, I really thought they were just here for business!" he said.

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“Thought for the Day: Sacrifice is the foundation of an empire.”

Astarte finished writing the last sentence and put away the pen and paper.

Even though he is currently in another dimension, he still does not slack off. The Empire now has a nickname for the Astartes: monks.

This title can fully explain how much they have to bear - not to mention those very harsh selection training and transformation surgeries with a shockingly high mortality rate. Even if you survive these things, you really become an Aspen.

Tate. But there are still countless challenges waiting for you after that.

Such as the demons of subspace.

Just thinking about them, Kronos felt a painful itching in his teeth. These abominable aliens, filthy enemies of mankind should all be skinned and cramped...

He took a deep breath to calm down his emotions.

Civilians call them the Emperor's death angels and walking demigods. But only the Astartes themselves know the truth - yes, through transformation surgery, they have indeed become extremely powerful. But in the face of those who are extraordinary

As humans and animals, the only thing that can protect their bodies is powered armor.

The only thing that can protect their souls is their faith in the Emperor.

If you are not careful, you may be corrupted and corrupted. The demons of subspace are everywhere, and they spread chaos wantonly in the territory of the empire. Every day, every hour, every moment. Countless mortals in the empire die because of them.

Your Majesty, how long shall I stay here?

It's a good place, the scenery is picturesque, and the lives of mortals are very happy. He can even hear the sounds of children playing in the streets while sitting in the tower at this moment, but this is not a place where Astartes should stay

.

They were born for war, and they should naturally stay on the battlefield. In such a peaceful place, Cronus was worried that his nerves would gradually become dull and slow. Moreover, he missed his brothers.

He Shenyan walked downstairs slowly. He seemed to be in a good mood. He glanced at Cronus, who was sitting upright, and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"war."

The giant as tall as a hill answered in a low voice, which made the mage raise his eyebrows: "By the way, I haven't asked you yet. You said I was a psyker before, can you introduce me to me?"

"What's so difficult about this?"

Kronos thought for a while and said: "Psychics... are hated by people, but we have to rely on their power. Their power comes from the dangerous subspace, and the enemy of mankind-the devil

Existing in the subspace. Whenever they use those dangerous psychic spells, their own souls will also be projected into the subspace..."

He Shenyan nodded: "I understand."

He said slowly: "I come from another world, where there are many magicians in the world. Except for those lucky ones who picked up magic books by chance, most people learn spells in Kama Taj."

"The most powerful mage in the world is my teacher, Ancient One. She is called the Supreme Mage. Before she appeared, there were countless dangers waiting for the earth in the universe. Such as aliens and evil gods. And the earth

It is not stable either, as creatures from heaven and demons from hell are surrounding mortals..."

Kronos did not rush to raise his questions, but chose to listen patiently.

The mage continued: "However, when she was born, the world changed. Angels and demons can no longer invade the world as they usually do, and all aliens with malicious intentions towards the earth have been beaten back by her.

Yeah. As for those evil gods...ha."

He sneered and didn't say much: "It sounds a bit similar to your world, right?"

Kronos sighed quietly: "But there is more than one planet we need to defend? The entire galaxy has been ignited by war, and the humans on those planets are suffering all the time, and this can be avoided."

The mage didn't speak for a while, and when he spoke again, he asked a question: "Listen, Kronos. Have you ever faced a problem like this in the past?"

"what is the problem?"

"The trolley problem...ah, you probably haven't heard of this. Let me explain. If sacrificing one person can save countless others, would you choose to sacrifice?"

The Astartes nodded without hesitation: "Yes. It is their honor to devote themselves to the Emperor. When they die, their souls will stand gloriously beside the Emperor, turning into his heroic spirit and overlooking the sky with him.

The Milky Way, provides protection for humanity."

He Shenyan realized that he had asked the wrong person. It was obvious that the world of Kronos was extremely cruel and dangerous. Because of this, their humanity could shine brighter in such a world. Question

He couldn't get the answer he wanted to know. Just when he was laughing at himself, Cronus spoke.

"Sacrifice is just a common occurrence for us. My brother and I have long been prepared to sacrifice ourselves - from the moment we were recruited to join the battle group. But your situation is obviously a little different from us, I mean

, have you ever asked him personally? Is he willing to make this sacrifice?"

He Shenyan showed a rare wry smile: "That's the problem, Kronos. I don't know if she will agree, but I don't want to be rejected... After all, it means the life of an entire world."

"So you want to force her to sacrifice herself, right?" Kronos asked calmly.

"No." He Shenyan said without hesitation.

He whispered: "I already have a better way."

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Racha returned home after that, making sure that he was not discovered by the two masons.

But just like Elder Dulu said, no one knows how many people the War Masons have planted in Ionia, and there are quite a lot of Noxians in Presidence. Therefore, in addition to going out to do his usual work in the morning yesterday,

I have never been anywhere outside of my life.

Racha didn't understand how anyone could want to invade them - in this simple Ionian's concept, the world should be peaceful. He had been taught to be kind to others since he was a child, and he rarely had conflicts with others in his life.

, in addition to those practitioners and martial artists in the dojo, most Ionians are the same as him.

Invasion, what a terrible word. He even heard the word poison gas. Although he didn't understand what poison gas meant, anything related to poison could not be a good thing. When he was a child, he was bitten by a snake because of his playfulness and almost died.

Keep company with the sheep spirit.

Lying on his bed, Racha absently thought about the faces of the two war masons, recalling their every word.

"Keep lurking, it's not time to start a war yet."

"Very good, continue to monitor. Presidence is the heart of Ionia. If the empire wants to win here at the minimum cost, we must destroy it in one go."

As the memory rewinded, Racha's face gradually turned pale, and he suddenly realized one thing: the two war masons were obviously Noxians, but...but, why did they say Io

Niya?!

He immediately got up from the bed, got dressed and wanted to go and inform Elder Duru. Just when Racha put his hand on the door handle, a thunder flashed in his mind: Since even I can understand this

How could Elder Dulu not think of this?

A terrible guess made him tremble all over. Despite this, he went out and walked towards the Presbyterian Church with a heavy heart. In order to hurry up, he chose to take a side road.

There were few people on Presidio Road at night. People followed the ancient tradition of working at sunrise and resting at sundown. Few people would choose to go out at night. Racha was walking alone on the street, his footsteps monotonous and rapid.

, just when he was about to arrive in front of the Presbyterian Church, he saw a familiar figure.

Huaizhuo.

He was sneaking out of the door, tiptoeing. For some unknown reason, Racha, who was standing in the alley across the street, held his breath. He carefully pressed against the wall to prevent himself from making any sound.

After walking out of the door, Huaizhuo closed the door softly. The moonlight was quite bright tonight, and Racha could see his expression - it was a sad face, and Huaizhuo even looked worse than him.

Be preoccupied.

He walked no more than a few dozen meters when the door of the Presbyterian Church was opened. Elder Dulu's voice came, with a hint of anger: "You can't sleep at night, where do you want to run to?"

Huai Zhuo's back froze, and he turned around, his expression returning to normal: "It's just that I can't sleep and go out for a walk."

"Don't be like your father, Huai Zhuo. Come back and rest quickly, I almost let you, a brat like you, slip away again..."

Elder Dulu muttered, just like those old people. He smiled apologetically and ran to the door in two or three steps, but did not go in directly. Instead, he stood by the door and asked softly: "What are you doing?"

Why don’t you go to bed so late?"

Hearing this, Elder Dulu glanced at him angrily, stretched out his hand and hit his head: "Isn't it because you, a bastard, wake up too loudly at night? I'm old, and I can't sleep anymore.

Just Qian. Okay, come in quickly, you don’t want to sleep and I still want to sleep. If you don’t come in, I will lock the door. You can go sleep on the street!"

Huai Zhuo shook his head and said sadly: "It turns out it's really you."

Elder Dulu frowned: "What are you talking about?"

"No need to pretend anymore, elder. I was too anxious yesterday and didn't understand the key... Racha is obviously a native of Ionia, how can he understand Noxian?"

"Those two war masons are not fools, and those who can become war masons are the elite among the elite. How could they not detect the prying eyes of a commoner like Racha?"

"Besides, he doesn't come early or late. He just chose to come on a day when my father is out of town and I'm on duty... You've actually made the calculation, right?"