Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"I apologize, Master."

Givadoron sincerely performed the Sky Eagle Salute to He Shenyan. He had not done this ritual for ten thousand years, but it was still as accurate as muscle memory.

Cross your hands in front of your chest, meticulously and tightly.

He already knew who had removed the Butcher's Nail for him. It was no exaggeration to say that this was a blessing for Givadoron. He could finally think rationally and peacefully.

Although he still didn't know He Shenyan's identity, he could see some clues from Angron's attitude. Therefore, no matter what, he needed to express his gratitude and respect to He Shenyan.

"It's just a small thing, don't worry about it."

The mage turned his head again, with his hands behind his back, looking at the desolate and broken galaxy in front of him, blue light flashing in his eyes.

From just now, his spiritual power has been sinking into the spaceship under his feet little by little. The blasphemous decorations on it are being disintegrated and shattered under the pure magic power. The ship is being restored to its original state little by little.

appearance.

That appearance that has never fallen.

If this ship had a soul, it would cry with gratitude.

He Shenyan closed his eyes, and Givadoron suddenly noticed that the deck under his feet began to shake slowly. He immediately stood in front of Angron, looking around vigilantly, wary of various possible attacks, and planned to defend the original

The body blocked the first attack.

Angron put his hand on his shoulder: "There is no need for this."

He knew what the mage was doing, it was something they had discussed long ago.

Although it was in another universe, he could still tell. It was a 'Cobra' class destroyer, the smallest ship in the Imperial Navy.

It has a total length of 1.5 kilometers and can carry up to 15,000 crew members. The most common use of this type of ship is to ram other high-tonnage or high-tech ships in suicide attacks.

It doesn't even have a subspace engine and cannot carry out subspace navigation to the other end of the universe in a short time.

As for the void shield, a high-tech shield that only large flagships are allowed to carry, this ship can't even think about it. Things like Geller's Stand, which are used to protect ships from the threat of subspace demons, have long been corrupted.

The World Eaters dismantled it.

No joke - the Warp is their home now.

It can be said that except for the auspicious device, which is still functioning normally, everywhere else on this ship has varying degrees of damage. Especially the ship's own plasma engine, which has been damaged to 40%. This is

A number that cannot be underestimated.

He Shenyan opened his eyes and sighed.

"How is the situation?" Angron asked

"Let's put it this way, this ship is a little better than garbage, but it's only a little better." He replied calmly.

These words made Givadoron purse his lips, and the Astartes fell into a strange state at this time. He regarded the return of the original body as a dream, and any behavior may cause him to wake up from the dream.

So he... was very sensitive, and at this time, his expression became extremely ashamed.

He Shenyan ignored his sequelae. People need to adapt.

Once he fully adapts to the fact that Angron has returned, this symptom will disappear on its own - after all, this man has not survived for ten thousand years among a group of lunatics who believe in Khorne.

Fallen people. This can no longer be regarded as the emperor's blessing and firm will.

It was as if the Emperor himself was slapping him on the head with a slipper to keep him awake.

The mage raised his hand and pointed to the universe in front of them. The remains of a broken planet were slowly floating in front of them: "I have to make it clear first. The Angron Cadia galaxy has been destroyed, and the aftermath has caused

Such a troublesome thing. Big crack."

There was that familiar sarcasm on his face again.

"That thing can distort the physical laws of the real world on a large scale, so we may encounter any trouble. Considering this situation, it doesn't matter whether the ship has a subspace engine or not - anyway, we are next to this damn thing

There is no way to travel through subspace."

Angron's expression remained normal, as if he knew nothing about the dangerous situation at this time: "Can we still find any survivors?"

"I suggest you lower your expectations." The mage replied. "This place has been controlled by Chaos. Even if there are survivors, they will probably be transformed into monsters."

"Then we will free them."

Givadorun raised his head and looked at Angron in shock, as if he were looking at a complete stranger. He never thought that the word liberation would pop out of Angron's mouth.

However, he heard the firm voice of the original body: "In the name of the Emperor, those who have unfortunately fallen, I will bring them a merciful death. And for those who can still be saved..."

Angron lowered his head and looked at Givadoron: "I will save them completely."

"You put it lightly..." The mage shook his head and chuckled, then raised his hands: "Let me add some ingredients to this ship."

If anyone is lucky enough to see this Cobra-class destroyer in space at this time, they will be surprised to discover a fact that should be impossible - this ship is getting bigger in a way that completely violates any laws of physics.

Its outer deck gradually deformed and expanded, like a creature deforming bit by bit. The mottled scars left by those battles also recovered, and the blasphemous decorations added to its front corners by the World Eaters also

It was shattered in an instant.

This ship became as shiny as new in just a few minutes. The dark paint and majestic design made it look completely different from the previous Cobra destroyer. Although the weapons on the ship were still the original antiques, they could be defended.

However, the power has increased by more than one level and has become more stable.

Not only that, He Shenyan also added something else to its engine - he doesn't understand technology, but he understands magic.

It would be a piece of cake to enchant the engine or something so that it can absorb magic power.

"You are more powerful than any member of the Mechanicus I have ever seen..." Angron looked at him with complicated eyes. "I thought you said you were a mage."

"I am." He Shenyan opened his eyes, a little tired. He had not done this kind of delicate work for a long time, and in this universe, he had to be careful to guard against threats from subspace.

Every screw on this ship has been washed by his spiritual power, and all traces of the past have disappeared.

It can be said that this is a ship without an identification number. No Forge World can stand up and claim that they built this ship, because none of the parts were forged in the factories of the Human Empire, but were forged by mages.

It was crafted bit by bit with my own mental power.

"It's just a rather special mage." He waved his hand and came to the main control computer that had changed its appearance. Originally, what was placed here was a huge wetware computer - that is, the computer that was trained or used.

The computing core computer modified by the servitor's brain, due to Tzeentch's gaze, they had to use this more cruel method.

It was also a helpless move, but fortunately He Shenyan had other options.

Twelve magical runes shining with a faint silver light guard a one-meter-high column, the base of which is a black enchanted agate stone. This ship is no longer a technological product in the strict sense, so there is nothing that can be done about it.

Use the original old method to drive. He Shenyan put his hand on the cylinder, blue light flashed, and the cylinder slowly deformed.

After a while, the column sank below the deck and the ship began to move slowly forward at a constant and steady speed.

Givadoron could hardly understand what he saw - he originally thought that the master was a psyker, but now it seems that he was wrong. Psychics would never be able to do such a thing, otherwise why would they fight?

A battle? Just let the psykers come in if something happens. There is no need for technical sergeants...

Angron's reaction was much calmer. Of course, it might be because he simply had a clear understanding of the power of the mage, so he didn't feel strange about anything he did.

He came to the mage and stared at the broken galaxy with him: "What are you going to do?"

"You are the commander, Your Excellency Angron." He Shenyan smiled. "Just as you said, we will start by searching for survivors... Don't you think we should search for survivors all the way from within Chaos?"

Was it challenging to kill them all bit by bit?"

Angron smiled lowly.

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Givadoron stood on the outer deck. Now, there are only three of them alive on the ship. The slaves at the bottom, according to the mage himself, 'have been contaminated to varying degrees and are hopeless.

', so we adopted a more humane way to let them die.

Givadoron thought, good, another group of innocent people died because of me.

Deep down in his heart, he may know that his paranoid thoughts are incorrect, and he can have many reasons to excuse himself. But Givadoron does not want to do this, and he firmly believes that he is guilty.

He must atone.

And now, the opportunity has come.

He clenched the chain sword in his hand, and after more than 58 hours of arrogant sailing in the broken Cadia galaxy, they finally encountered a group of traitors.

Givadoron could tell that the ship not far from them should be a Brave-class reconnaissance ship, a cruiser. This kind of ship itself can carry an extremely large number of weapons and ammunition, almost the most of its kind.

That kind. But the cost of doing so is that it gives up nearly half of the shield defense and cannon defense array of ships of the same level.

However, the Valiant itself was not designed to fight high-tonnage ships. Coupled with several "long guns" and a torpedo launcher on its bow, any ship that dares to challenge her will be instantly reduced to ashes.

It is worth mentioning that the ship was painted purple.

The people on the ship seemed to be very interested in them, and did not intend to use artillery to burn them to ashes from a distance. Instead, they slowly approached them. Givadoron could guess the group of bastards above with his toes.

What are you going to do - you already believe in Slaanesh, what else can you do?

The mage and the original body were standing next to him, their expressions were as usual, and they seemed not to take the Chaos Astartes on the ship seriously at all. He heard the mage even have a smile in his voice: "That's

Angron, son of Fulgrim, how do you feel?"

The Primarch's voice was calm: "They have sullied the name."

Givadoron felt a little ridiculous. Who was Fulgrim? He was a fallen primarch! Why would his genetic father say this?

There was something else hidden in Angron's voice, like thunder or lightning: "The Fulgrim I know will never give in, and the same will be true of his descendants. He was captured and tortured by the Dark Eldar.

He has never let them shed a tear for so long. Although I have a bad relationship with him, he is undoubtedly a real warrior..."

What.......?

Givadorun looked at his original body, looking at the face that was familiar yet strange at the moment. Angron turned his head, stared at him, and said softly: "I undoubtedly conceal it, Givadorun, I did not

This is not the Angron you know."

Astartes' two hearts stopped beating for a moment. He seemed to be dead, but also seemed not to be alive. All kinds of chaotic suspicions surged crazily in his heart, turning into biting poison, almost drowning him. But when

When he saw Angron's eyes full of sadness, Givadoron's nose felt sore and he couldn't help but shed tears.

"You..." Givadorun said hoarsely. "You are Angron, that's enough."

The Primarch looked at him and solemnly promised: "When the Legion is rebuilt - I will explain everything to you, I promise you, Givadoron."

Fifteen minutes later, the ship connected with them.

Dozens of tall figures walked out on the deck. They were wearing sickly, disgusting pink armor, decorated with human skin and carefully carved small human bones, but these works of art made Givadoron's eyes burn.

He lost his temper, and so did his primarch.

He Shenyan nodded to them, then snapped his fingers - the next second, something happened to the living ship. The metal of its shell seemed to squirm open, and two warriors walked out of it.

A man wearing red old armor even lost his right shoulder armor. The tall figure standing next to him stunned the people standing on the deck of another ship. But He Shenyan didn't give them any reaction.

At this time, his ship moved the collision angle to the side without turning, and then launched.

There was even a blue chain behind the huge black collision horn. It hit the engine of the opponent's flagship accurately. While causing an explosion, the mental power from the mage even quickly paralyzed most of the weapons and equipment on it.

Standing in the cab, a sinister smile appeared on He Shenyan's face.

This was his first time to engage in a serious gang-hopping battle in the interstellar era, but it didn't matter - the mage raised his right hand and suddenly pulled back, and the Brave cruiser was pulled much closer. He laughed and waved

The right hand's collision angle deformed again and turned into a huge blade, forcibly splitting the ship into two!

Angron stood on the deck with his bare hands, looking at the explosion in front of him indifferently. He twisted his neck and said to his heirs in the mage's spiritual dialogue channel: "It's our turn."