Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Before today, Ezekiel never thought that he would be able to see such a scene.

The planet beneath their feet turned into a battleship.

When the demons were completely cleansed from the surface, the planet's broken surface began to change. The remains of the Astartes and the dead Astra Militarum flew up from the ground, and their bodies dissipated in the air. Ezekiel

He was very sure that he heard the sound of the hymn. He took off his helmet and looked at this scene solemnly and silently.

Immediately afterwards, golden light spots flew up and disappeared into the planet's atmosphere. Ezekiel stared at the direction in which they disappeared without saying a word.

The tremors on the ground made it difficult for him to stand still. Fortunately, the legs of the armor had an adsorption system, and they stood firmly on the ground. Ezekiel heard one of his brothers murmuring in an unforgettable tone on the communication channel.

Saying to himself: "He is watching us..."

"He watches over us all," Ezekiel replied.

The clouds in the sky of the planet began to dissipate little by little, and the lightning clouds that had killed countless demons before also dissipated. The atmosphere became thinner, and an unknown black material covered the sky, and a soft blue light illuminated it.

A terrified voice burst into their communication channel.

Ezekiel recognized who he was. He was the captain. He shouted in a panic: "Your Majesty - what happened?"

It was natural that he didn't understand. Even Astartes like Ezekiel found it difficult to understand such a scene, let alone a mortal. Another voice sounded on the communication channel, it was the ten thousand-year veteran.

His voice was hoarse, and there was a vague sound of liquid between the collision of lips and tongue, as if he was swallowing blood.

"Calm down, mortal." He said coldly. "You are witnessing a miracle. This is an honor. Enjoy it."

The sky was completely obscured, and the black material deformed rapidly. Ezekiel found himself and his brothers slowly floating upward - they did not activate the jetpack behind them, this situation was undoubtedly abnormal. But more

Abnormal things had already happened, so apart from taking necessary precautions, they didn't do anything else.

Floating in the sky, Ezekiel's helmet eyepiece faithfully recorded this image.

The earth was deformed, and the heavy firepower destroyed by the demons and the weapons scattered on the position were deforming little by little, integrating into the earth like water flow. The unsightly ground that had been destroyed by the war now became flat and dark,

Zekiel suddenly had a feeling - those weapons had not disappeared, on the contrary, they were still here.

His feeling was correct.

He Shenyan's perception at this time was quite complicated. Thousands of different machine spirits were roaring at him, expressing their wishes.

These simple souls born in mechanical creations have only one purpose: to carry out their mission after being created and kill all enemies of mankind.

The mage appeased the past one by one, allowing these old and young souls to calm down temporarily. He told his purpose: I am not going to melt you and turn them into building materials. You are now a greater destruction machine.

parts. When the time comes, you can unleash a cannon of destruction upon His enemies.

When they finally calmed down contentedly, He Shenyan couldn't help but sigh. Damn it, speaking in this tone was really a challenge for him.

But things still have to be done.

He closed his eyes again, floated in the dark vacuum, and stretched out his hand to rewrite reality with his own will. The guy who led to the destruction of Cadian and the birth of the Great Rift never expected that after subspace affected reality, it would actually cause the wizard to

The operation at this time became a possibility - you know, he would not dare to do this in other places.

Turning the planet into a battleship, such a large-scale action is bound to attract the attention of the four gods of Chaos. Unfortunately, now that he is in the Great Rift, the Emperor can very conveniently cast his light here, and those four bastards will be watching for a while.

Missing him.

Wait until they realize what is going on here...ha.

He Shenyan laughed happily, and the originally broken planet began to change. It was originally a broken sphere, covered with bruises, but now it looked like a complete sphere due to the shielding of the atmosphere.

Following the mage's will, the shape of the planet began to become majestic and aggressive. Thousands of cannon holes appeared on its surface - not many, not less, exactly the number of those machine spirits.

No matter what they were originally, whether they were artillery or tanks, an ordinary plasma pistol or a bolter, they now had a new identity.

Enchanted Cannon.

Each one is independently controlled by a separate machine spirit. Sixty-four runes rotate in their five-meter-radius muzzle, shining with an ominous red light, ready to fire at any time. These machine spirits are in combat status at any time.

Now they are very angry - they can't wait to kill.

The hull was extremely long, so long that it was even a bit scary. He Shenyan originally didn't want to be designed with such a religious atmosphere like other ships in the empire, but considering that he would have to deal with people from other empires later, he still hesitated.

He held his nose and reluctantly built a lot of Gothic spires.

These things are not decorations - each of them is personally enchanted by the mage, and then together they form an exaggeratedly huge protective circle, firmly protecting the ship. Although he knows nothing about technology, he is very knowledgeable about magic.

, He Shenyan is a well-deserved master.

He did not forget the monastery, which was properly placed in the center of the ship as a place for the Astartes to be stationed.

In his imagination, this ship will carry the population of a planet. It has three decks, upper and lower decks, and all the necessary facilities. However, the auspicious omen and void shield that the imperial ship should have

There is none. He Shenyan replaced these things with other means.

The life support system of the hull is divided into two layers of arrays, one inside and one outside. The huge blue and black arrays are hidden in the entire ship. The blue one is responsible for constructing the atmosphere and purifying the subspace atmosphere, allowing the entire ship to

The people on the ship remain mentally stable at all times and cannot be invaded by any demons - unless those four shameless men end up personally.

The black one is specifically responsible for making all kinds of food and fresh water. This AI-like existence can accurately identify the people living in each room, and will provide food on time and on time according to the plan set in advance. It is very convenient, but as for

Source of energy.......

Aren't there a lot of planetary debris around here? Material transformation may still be an unattainable peak in the field of science and technology, but magic is not so clear.

After doing all this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the first deck in a flash. Angron had been waiting here for a long time. When he saw He Shenyan's arrival, a smile appeared on his face.

Before he could speak, he saw the mage's steps falter and he almost fell to the ground.

Waving his hand to signal him not to worry, He Shenyan climbed up from the ground with some difficulty.

He complained and said: "Such a small thing can actually make me feel tired now, damn it. The White Tower is really right, this universe is extremely unfriendly to mages."

Angron's face twitched.

Little...thing?

He looked at the white bridge deck under his feet, then turned to look at the portholes and the exquisite murals above his head - these things did not exist at all half an hour ago, but now they reminded him of his existence all the time.

feel.

Angron said expressionlessly: "Sometimes I really doubt whether you are a human being."

"Relax, my friend. Although I can drag the planet, clean the surface, and fabricate reality with just one thought - I am indeed a human being." The mage smiled and blinked. Angron always felt that he meant something, like

It's talking about another person.

The original body sighed helplessly: "...What are you going to do about those warriors?"

"What should I do? You are the commander."

"...Do you think I can't see that you just want to be lazy?" Angron looked at him with a bit of laughter and tears.

"Some things should not be revealed." He Shenyan yawned. The loss of magic power in his body made him feel hungry for the first time in so many years. He smacked his lips in discomfort, and suddenly wanted to catch a few star spirits.

Eat and eat.

"Well, do you know their identities?" he asked.

Angron nodded: "A company of the Crimson Blade Chapter was sent to help this planet."

He paused for a moment before continuing: "...I noticed the painting of their armor."

He Shenyan raised his eyebrows.

He said slowly: "Oh, I probably understand - in your universe, that archangel is a traitor?"

silence.

Some things don't need to be answered, and Angron didn't want to mention it. Just thinking of that name made him shiver all over, and anger once again seemed to replace the blood in his veins, making his two hearts go crazy.

It started to beat. Angron took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down with his words and self-restraint.

He replied: "Yes, so I have some prejudice against them."

He admitted the matter frankly, and there was nothing that could be done about it. He Shenyan nodded with understanding: "So, you want me to come forward and talk to them?"

"exactly."

The mage sighed: "Look, Angron. We are not in the universe you are familiar with. Here, Sanguinius is not a betrayer. Neither is his descendant. On the contrary, he is

He is loved throughout the empire. Some familiar faces may be different from what you expected, and you have to get used to that."

"I will... work hard and try." Angron said these words from the gap between his teeth one by one. He closed his eyes, obviously unwilling to talk any more. He was angry.

came up again.

He Shenyan knew that he was not angry at himself, but that the target of his anger was someone else.

The mage floated up and patted his shoulder, then went away. Angron was left alone on the bridge sulking.

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Uneasiness and excitement coexisted in Ezekiel's heart.

He sat up straight in his chair. The damaged parts of the monastery had been repaired during the recent reshaping of the planet. This ancient monastery now became difficult for him to criticize, both in terms of art and defense.

in this way.

He was sitting with his brothers in a church in the monastery. The chair specially adjusted for them could perfectly accommodate an Astartes - according to the angry one, someone wanted to see them.

They had been waiting here for a while, but Ezekiel didn't care about this. He even wanted to wait a little longer so that he could see more of the paintings on the glass.

Footsteps came from the corridor, very slight, but he still caught them. Ezekiel and his brothers took off their helmets and placed them neatly between their knees, revealing seventeen different faces. Some were handsome or calm or others.

Wild, without exception, they all have firm eyes.

A man pushed open the church door and walked in.

He was wearing an exquisite black robe, and his face was abnormally pale. Although he had prepared his mind well, Ezekiel was still surprised - the man's eyes seemed to be burning with golden flames, and he himself

He didn't seem to notice this, but Ezekiel immediately felt a kind of throbbing.

He and his brothers stood up and said in a deep voice: "Seventeen Astartes of the Third Company of the Crimson Blade, salute you, my lord."

"Don't be so formal - why do you have such an attitude? Did that angry gentleman say something to you?" The man casually walked to the announcement table, leaning half of his body on it, and asked with a smile.

"Actually, it wasn't him who said it. It was Brother Givadoran." Ezekiel replied. "He said that you are His messenger. After witnessing your power with my own eyes, I

Believe it or not."

He Shenyan didn't know how to refute him for a while.

He was right, he was indeed the emperor's messenger, but there were obviously some differences between this messenger and the messenger he understood. But now was not the time to make corrections.

He Shenyan nodded: "You can save the self-introduction part for later. I'll get right to the point, Crimson Blade Chapter, right?"

Ezekiel nodded.

"Do you have any secrets?"

This question made Ezekiel's expression become a little frozen. At this moment, countless speculations and thoughts of lying flashed through his mind. But looking at the man's burning golden pupils, he finally

Not even a single lie could be told.

Ezekiel replied in a low voice: "Yes, my lord."

"Do you have an abnormal desire for blood, and sometimes you have strange hallucinations before and after the battle begins? Your strength and speed are enhanced, but you become indistinguishable between friend and foe?"

"How do you know so clearly?!"

Ezekiel saw the man sigh, and then said something that he couldn't believe at all: "Because your genetic father is Sanguinius... not Robert Guilliman.

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