Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

There is some blood on the face of the Grand Master of the Assassin Court, which was stained when he killed the Pope of the State. Such a major event involves the lives and deaths of countless people and even the political turmoil on dozens of planets, but in this room

, his life and death are insignificant.

Black Shadow and the Grand Master of the Assassin Court killed them with an attitude that was almost childish.

The rest of the high-ranking lords didn't seem to have much reaction. Only the Star Torch Court presided over it. Leops Frank frowned: "We have no evidence. This will make the people of the National Church jump over the wall."

The Forge General, Wood Udiya Laski, a tall woman half-covered in steel, said in a synthesized voice: "The son of the Messiah of Om has returned from the dead, what more evidence do we need?

"

Her murderous synthesized voice sounded extremely uncomfortable: "...If they dare to do anything unwise, then the Mechanicus will be on the front line."

The Grand Master of the Assassin Court who had just killed someone, Fadix looked at all this with an indifferent attitude. He had already realized one thing from the attitudes of these people - he was the one who was kept in the dark.

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The High Lords Council of Terra does not have its own security force. They have an independent Codex Astartes. Although they have been morally criticized for their style of work, some even call them the dogs of the High Lords. But this

The combat prowess of the Astartes Chapter known as the Minotaur is unquestionable.

They have a full strength of a thousand people, and with the support of Lord Terra, equipment and personnel support are not a problem. In addition to a sufficient number of heavy weapons and battleships, they even have many dark weapons from ancient times. This war group supplements

The speed of the troops is even more staggering.

Generally speaking, the speed at which an Astartes Chapter can replenish major battle losses is between one and two centuries, but it often only takes a few weeks for the Minotaur Chapter. This speed makes people doubt that they are

Privately, we maintain a strength of well over a thousand people, so that we can replenish our troops anytime and anywhere.

However, from the beginning of the Black Shadow's attack until now, not a single Minotaur Astartes warrior has appeared.

Except for the four idiots who were really plotting rebellion, the other high-ranking lords had undoubtedly known about this for a long time. They might even have had an affair with Guilliman himself. Faldix was thinking quickly, as the leader of the Assassin Court

, he must consider whether this is a signal sent by Guilliman - what does he want to express with this?

Soon the servitors entered this sacred room and dragged away the four corpses. The initiator, the mysterious black figure, finally emerged from the darkness.

He wears a strange-looking helmet that hides his face in black. There are sharp horns on both sides of the helmet. Combined with the bat pattern on his chest, it is difficult not to remind people of another long-dead original body.

, and his fallen legions.

No one among the remaining high-ranking lords said a word about this.

The man's figure flashed and disappeared into the darkness. Immediately afterwards, heavy footsteps came from the corridor outside the room. Not long after, a man opened the door.

He was not wearing his own armor, but was wearing a robe, and his resolute face showed fatigue, but it still could not hide the charisma emanating from his eyes. The resurrected Primarch of the Ultramarines, Robert Guilliman, stood beside the remaining

In front of the eight high-ranking lords below.

"Good afternoon, everyone."

His opening words were concise, but his greetings were unusual - good afternoon, good morning, good night. Words like these have lost their meaning on Terra. Most people will never see the sun in their lifetime, only in the lower levels of the hive.

Just be born and die.

Guilliman ignored everyone's expressions. He stood at the door, not even wanting to step into the room: "I already know what happened on Cadia. The great rift split the empire into two, and the territory was shattered. Every moment.

There are people who are threatened by chaos and traitors, and I cannot sit idly by and ignore this."

He didn't look at anyone, but seemed to be looking at everyone, his eyes like swords: "As the regent of the empire... I request to launch an expedition. I want to save the people of the empire from those terrible monsters.

Rescued under threat – who’s against it?”

No one objected.

"Very good." Guilliman nodded expressionlessly, not even bothering to say anything more. Only a cold smile flashed across his face.

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It was an unusual thing to take Angron across the world - he was a Primarch, and what was the Primarch to the Emperor?

He himself seemed curious and restrained about this, but when drifting with the mage in the endless sea of ​​stars, he couldn't help but ask a question: "How many of these worlds do humans control?"

He Shenyan glanced at him: "There are so many, Angron. What do you want to do by asking this?"

He stopped talking.

The mage chuckled: "Get ready."

Angron immediately gritted his teeth, preparing for any possible impact or anything else. In his mind, just landing from space to the ground requires some blows, let alone falling from the world with just the body.

Crossed. However, to his surprise, just a flash of white light flashed by, and the surrounding scene changed.

All those magnificent and magical stars wrapped in bubbles disappeared. He was currently stepping on the ground, with the deep night sky above his head. The mage stood beside him and shook his head. Angron heard him say: "

Relax, I have a few questions to ask you, just treat it as a routine check."

"Do you feel any discomfort in any way?"

Angron took his question seriously. He checked himself carefully and nodded after making sure that there was no problem.

He Shenyan rubbed his wrist, and Angron noticed that some of the starlight was dissipating between his fingers: "It seems that the place we came from is not a good place."

"what happened?"

The mage raised his head, his face unusually gloomy: "We are surrounded."

Angron narrowed his eyes: "What are you referring to?"

"To put it simply, we are now in the upgraded version of the Eye of Terror, next to the Great Rift." He Shenyan had a mocking look on his face, and he didn't know who he was mocking.

"Are there any Imperial troops nearby?"

"How do I know?" The mage spread his hands. "I am not omnipotent, Angron - in fact, I feel very bad now."

He Shenyan didn't lie, he felt really bad now.

It's like a sea creature has come to land. The magic power in the body is still huge and can be directed like an arm. But the connection to the pocket dimension has failed, and the magic power can no longer be extracted from it, and the viscosity in the surrounding air makes him very uncomfortable.

Hi. This feeling of being constrained rarely makes the mage a little irritable.

Angron frowned: "Is it because you took me across the world? It seems that you are somewhat similar to the psykers. You need to rest for a while."

"No." He Shenyan waved his hand and took a deep breath. He quickly adapted to the current environment. Sea creatures evolved into land creatures within a minute.

"The sooner the matter is resolved, the better. Let me take a look. If you have nothing to do...just help me be on guard."

He sat cross-legged, his body floating in mid-air. A large invisible hand drew complicated patterns on the ground, and a huge magic circle glowing with blue light soon appeared, shrouding him inside.

He Shenyan closed his eyes tightly. Considering the existence of subspace, he did not directly use his mental power to scan the surrounding planets as before, but adopted a safer method.

Although it was a bit slow, it was safe enough - at least he didn't have to worry about being disgusted by those four all-pervasive bastards. He didn't want to have someone talking about all kinds of stupid things in his head while he was relaxing.

Angron stood beside him and began to observe the surrounding environment. The original body's perception was extremely sensitive, and he quickly estimated that the gravity of this planet was approximately 1.12 times that of the normal Terran state. To him,

It can be ignored. They are in a wilderness, with a forest not far away.

Angron sniffed the air. His sense of smell told him that there were no traces of humans here, but he still needed to be prepared. Angron took off his robes, tore them into long strips, and stood them up around his waist, exposing them.

His upper body was extremely strong. He was slightly farther away from the mage, ensuring that he could step back to him at any time.

Then he punched the ground, causing dirt to fly everywhere. Angron used his fists to create a miniature earthquake with an expressionless expression. He stood in the deep pit and quickly found what he wanted.

——A stone that was thick enough. Angron took it out and began to carve the stone with his fingers alone.

Finally, he made three stone spears and came out. To deal with mortals, he didn't need weapons and it was enough. But if there were Chaos traitors, then he would need weapons - even if they were just these things that were better than nothing.

After he finished all this, the mage's investigation was also over. He opened his eyes, and the blue light flashed in his eyes. The magic circle on the ground disappeared, leaving only traces of burning: "A piece of good news

, and a piece of bad news, which one do you want to hear first?”

Carrying the stone spears on his back, Angron tied them tighter on his back with rags and asked: "Bad ones."

"There is a Chaos Astartes warband nearby."

"Okay?"

"Okay?" The mage laughed slowly and said something that almost made Angron's heart stop beating: "If I read correctly... they should be called World Eaters."

The corners of Angron's eyes twitched.

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Givadoron, restraint.

He looked at the face that looked neither human nor ghost in the reflection of the helmet's eyepiece, silently thinking about restraint. Considering his identity, this behavior was simply incomprehensible - he was a Chaos Asta

Special, and also a member of the infamous World Eaters.

How can there be such a person in this pitiful and fallen army that is full of lunatics from top to bottom? Yes, there is.

Not everyone is willing to fall to the dark side, and not everyone is a fanatical believer in the Skull Lord who sits on the brass throne. Most World Eaters initially just want to follow in the footsteps of their genetic father.

But in the years that followed, few people could maintain a rare sobriety.

Carnage, blood, skulls.

These three words are their normal state.

Givadoron sat in his room. His armor had lost the right pauldron due to old age and was covered in scars. This was a common thing for the Chaos Astartes. They did not repair this.

Concept - Especially with the World Eaters, you can't expect a Mechanicum or Techmarine among these lunatics.

If they wanted to replace it, they would resort to robbery. But Givadorun was different, he refused to do so. His armor did not have those blasphemous heretical decorations, it was just painted red. Givadorun could do this

Describe yourself.

He is a madman.

Being among a group of traitors, and entrusted with the virtual snake by them, but still looking forward to one day dying as a war dog, not like this.

Unfortunately, he knew that his dream might never come true. The butcher's nail in his mind began to hurt again. Givadoron tremblingly took a brand new metal rod from the wooden box on the side and stuffed it into it.

Then he began to let out a suppressed howl from his own mouth, and not long after, the sound of metal being chewed into pieces was heard in the room.

In this way, he suppressed his desire to kill, but not permanently. Over the years, Givadoron has lost count of how many innocent people he has killed. Some of them he had to kill when he was awake, and some of them he had to kill while awake.

It was because he accidentally killed someone after falling into madness. Either way, it would be difficult for him to forgive himself.

Deep in his heart, Givadoron knew that he longed for death.

Just after he finally got through the pain of the Butcher's Nail attack, the alarm sounded crazily, and Givadoron stood up and put on his helmet.

If he doesn't want to die, he still has to put on a show - at least he has to kill a few to show off when faced with an attack. Fortunately, most of his brothers are lunatics, and they won't care about anything once they start killing.

He was able to stand in the shadows and watch all this happen many times.

Like a coward.

He opened the door to his room and put his hand on the chain sword, but before he could step out of the door, he was knocked away by a huge force - the helmet's eyepiece was still operating stably, helping him to lock on

attacker.

Givadoron saw something he couldn't believe: a shadow moving through the corridors of the ship, wielding crude stone weapons. Each blow would kill one of his fallen brothers, and their armor was too powerful for the man and his hands.

The stone spear on his head was ineffective and was no different than cloth. Staring at his back, Givadoron suddenly felt a throbbing feeling.

...what's the situation?

When the attacker turned his face, Givadoron began to wonder if he was really crazy.

"You..." He took off his helmet.

"You..." Givadoron reluctantly stood up. The blow he just received shattered his breastplate and at least a few bones. He gasped, and the Butcher's Nail on the back of his head struck again.

A dull pain began. "Who are you?!"

The attacker didn't say anything. He stepped over the corpse on the ground and threw down the broken stone gun. He came to Givadoron and lifted him up from the ground so that he could see his face.

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"Do you see clearly?" the attacker asked.

Givadoron's eyes turned pure red in the next moment, and the Butcher's Nail fully activated, and this time, he had no intention of suppressing it.

He pulled out the chainsword at superhuman speed. The violent weapon roared and drew a perfect arc in the air with huge force. It was about to strike the attacker's neck.

But his big hand pressed hard on the rotating sword blade.

As if he hadn't noticed, Givadoron still tried his best to attack this man like crazy. He made all his deadly moves, but they were all blocked by the attacker. His eyes were complicated, but his expression was unwavering.

Just simply defending against his attack.

The roar of the World Eater echoed in the broken corridor, broken cables hung from the ceiling, and the sound of electricity and muffled sounds were mixed together, making it particularly terrifying. Then, another man slowly walked from the other end of the corridor.

, he put his hands behind his back, as if he was taking a walk.

He came to the attacker, glanced at Givadoron who was going crazy, put him into a coma, and then said to the attacker: "What do you think?"

"..." Angron was silent, not knowing how to speak.

Sad? Indeed, there is.

But more of it was anger, some lamenting his misfortune, and some angering him for not fighting. After seeing the alien Givadoron, his anger subsided a little. In his own universe, Angron's legion

He has always been known for his strict discipline.

Their fighting style is extremely efficient, pursuing a sharp hit and achieving maximum results with minimum casualties. However, before his arrival, the Legion was known as the Dogs of War. At that time, their fighting style was bloodthirsty and ruthless, even

Some people call them butchers with fear.

After boarding the small World Eaters warband ship, everything Angron saw made him feel unspeakable pain. Human skulls could be seen everywhere in the ship, some of which had just been chopped off.

How long. If he could still accept this reluctantly, what he discovered next made him furious.

There is a huge 'slave area' at the bottom of the spacecraft. This group of World Eaters fell into Chaos, but still raised a large group of slaves to maintain the daily operations of the spacecraft such as logistics and maintenance. This was perhaps the most unacceptable to him——

As we all know, the thing he hated most in his life was slavery.

The mage shrugged: "I don't know whether your luck is good or bad, Angron. Not everyone can have an experience like yours, but..."

He knelt down and looked at the Astartes, whose face was still twitching and making a terrifying expression even if he fell into a coma, and said to Angron: "I have to ask you, are you planning to take on this responsibility?"

?”

"What responsibility?"

"You may not believe it...but, Angron, this guy is still loyal. Loyal to you."

Angron stood silent again.

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After Givadoron woke up, he found that he was tied and kneeling on the ground. He did not move in a hurry, but began to think about the scene he saw before he fell into coma. He was very convinced that it was their genetic primarch An.

Grand's face.

It's just that this was before he fell.

This scene puzzled him. At the time, he even thought that the followers of Tzeentch were deliberately fooling him and created this illusion. But he is not dead now.

Givadoron carefully observed the environment with the corner of his eye. He had to find a way - wait.

His eyes widened in disbelief: My head doesn’t hurt anymore?!

The Butcher's Nail that had troubled him for 10,000 years and the cursed thing that had been with him for 10,000 years disappeared. The back of his head no longer felt restrained and painful, and he wanted to cut everything off.

The urge to chop left his brain. He could even think normally, just like the days when he was a war dog.

Normal, sober, thinking.

We have been apart for ten thousand years.

Givadoron raised his head, and there was a man in front of him, sitting on a wooden box. He lowered his head, as if in deep thought, and the half of his face exposed made Givadoron's heart beat fast.

He reluctantly spoke out, and was startled by his hoarse voice: "You..."

The man raised his head and looked at him with a complicated look: "It's me."

Givadoron's lips trembled. He had imagined this situation countless times, but when a normal Angron was right in front of him, Givadoron became more and more certain that this was just his imagination - how could someone

Can I escape from His clutches and return to normal? I must be crazy!

The feeling he had just been freed from the curse was intertwined with the current one, prompting the warrior to start slamming his forehead on the ground, trying to use pain to escape from the illusion. His crazy behavior did not last long, and a pair of big hands grabbed him

Pulled up from the ground.

Angron looked at him and said nothing, but seemed to have said everything.

After a while, they walked out of the room together. Gevadorun followed Angron closely. When he saw the depraved skull decorations in the bridge corridor, the Astartes felt extremely ashamed.

As if Angron knew what he was thinking, he said without looking back: "Your atonement has just begun, soldier."

"..." He paused. "What do you think of the name World-Eating Heroes?"

Givadoron puffed up his chest and replied in a low voice: "It's a good name, Father of Genes, but it's not a name I deserve."

"Who can say you are not worthy?" Angron turned around and stared at him. "You have persisted among the traitors for ten thousand years and have not fallen. There is no corrupt decoration on your armor, and your sanity is still normal.

"

"But I killed innocent people—"

"That's right. I never said you were innocent. Your atonement has just begun." Angron turned around again. "Follow me... This tragic fate must be terminated immediately.

"

They came all the way to the main control room of the spacecraft. There was still blood here, but the bodies had disappeared. A man of normal size stood here with his back to them.

"Have you finished taking care of it?" he asked casually, as if he knew they were coming.

It was just a simple greeting, but Givadoron seemed to have suffered some great humiliation.

He immediately stepped forward and shouted loudly: "Do you know who you are facing? Take back your words and face him with due etiquette, otherwise I will make you understand what anger is, mortal!"

The man turned around, looked at him with a smile, and then looked at Angron: "...Are all your children so grumpy?"

Angron sighed with a headache.