Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Angron looked at the scene on the light screen with appreciation, and he couldn't help but sigh: "They fought very well."

Indeed, anyone who sees this small Cadian company annihilating 3,500 traitors and one Chaos Wizard with 375 soldiers will make the following comments.

If this is not a simulation, but a real battle, each of these soldiers will be awarded a medal, and the platoon leader who died in the battle will be posthumously named a combat hero. His battle cry before his death greatly inspired communication

With the will of all the Cadian people in the channel, they swarmed in like crazy, and 375 people dismembered the rebels alive.

One soldier even bit open an enemy's throat with his own teeth.

"How did you come up with this simulation system of yours? The level of simulation is simply terrifying..."

"It's very simple, a little mental suggestion spell and high-level illusion magic. There are also various automatic monitoring circles to protect their lives. Adding these together, it almost becomes - oh, I almost forgot,

There are also material conversion spells. The dirt and the destroyed cannons are all real."

Angron couldn't understand a word He Shenyan said.

He knew every word taken apart, but when put together, he couldn't understand a word. Despite this, he nodded and said: "Can the Astartes use this trick?

"

To his surprise, the mage's answer was negative.

"To be honest, I don't recommend that you adopt this system. The simulation training system they use may not work for you, which means that I have to increase the intensity of the mental suggestion spell. By then, you may

You'll really get into it - I mean..."

"If you die in a simulated battle, your body will actually think you are dead."

Angron pondered for a while: "If it can't be used, forget it. They can maintain their condition by sparring with each other."

Speaking of this, the original body couldn't help laughing.

However, there was no gentle smile at all in that smile.

He didn't say the rest of the sentence - the Astartes will engage in close combat every three days, regardless of whether the enemy joins the gang or they actively join the gang. The intensity of this kind of combat cannot be said.

Very high, I can only say very high.

"I really can't believe that those idiots haven't realized our existence until now."

He Shenyan actually did not expect this situation.

He thought about the alliance of the four gods and demon armies, thought about the traitorous original body coming to visit, and even made plans for it. But the reality is quite humorous - no one discovered their whereabouts, and no one made any reaction to it. So-called

The joint offensive does not seem to exist in the minds of these traitors.

"It's really surprising." He Shenyan nodded in agreement and stretched out his hand to extinguish the light curtain.

He lay back and leaned on the chair, his hands forming a steeple shape, and there was deep darkness in his eyes.

"Considering that they have no such thing as organization and discipline, this situation is not incomprehensible."

As the mage spoke, he remembered the description in the imperial information. They said that the Demon Army of Khorne attaches great importance to discipline and tactics, and those fallen traitors with names are all famous generals.

Well, the mage can refute this statement with his own personal experience.

It's all farts.

Organization? Discipline? They have been wandering behind enemy lines carelessly for so long, and they have not encountered any well-prepared enemies or fleets of more than ten ships. Either stragglers bumped into them, or they discovered them in advance and attacked them directly.

Turn into ashes.

Those who believe in Khorne have no brains, those who believe in Slaanesh are organizing gatherings with many people all day long, those who believe in Tzeentch are not seen, and those who believe in Nurgle are even rarer... You can't see any of them at all. He Shenyan

Suddenly I felt that it was a joke that I treated them so seriously - that's what I said, but if I really underestimated my enemies, I would definitely be the one who suffered.

Angron stood up. He was not in a hurry, but being trapped between enemies was not a good thing. Although these traitors had little communication with each other, and would even go to war with each other, this greatly facilitated the concealment of their operations. But

, he has not forgotten his oath.

He wants to find survivors and rescue them - any possible survivors are his goals. But so far, all they have seen are enemies. They have scanned every broken planet, and there is no one on it.

Yes, there are still humans alive. They are all dead planets.

"How is your recovery?" He turned his head and asked the mage.

"I have recovered a long time ago, and I have even adapted to this place." The mage said half-jokingly, and then remained silent for a while.

He said slowly: "What do you think, we rush directly into the subspace?"

"...Are you kidding me?" Angron asked. "If this is a joke, then your sense of humor may have diminished recently."

He didn't see any smile on the mage's face, so the Primarch said: "Not to mention what you want to do in that damn place, we still have mortals on board."

He Shenyan still maintained that thoughtful expression.

"The built-in protective circle of the ship's hull can sustain them until the end of the voyage - you misunderstood me, Angron. I am not going to enter the subspace and parachute directly into the faces of those traitors to have a close contact with them. I

It’s about subspace navigation.”

Angron frowned: "But, didn't you say that subspace navigation is no longer possible?"

"If it's a long-distance voyage, it really won't work. But I have other plans."

The Empire's subspace engine technology is quite advanced. The subspace engine can tear a gap in real space to allow the ship to enter subspace, and then tear another gap at the target to return to real space. This revolutionary

Inventions can compress generations of travel time into a matter of days.

But it also has its limitations - for example, it relies heavily on mutants such as navigators, and it must be carried by a large ship to carry a bulky subspace engine, and it must be near the Mandeville Point to enter the subspace.

The Mandeville Point, in official Imperial data, is defined as the minimum distance at which a ship can safely enter or leave the subspace without being interfered by the gravity of a star or other celestial body. If a ship enters or exits prematurely,

Subspace, then it may bring disaster to the spacecraft or the surrounding world.

In order to avoid this situation, they must conduct subspace navigation near Mandeville Point. However, after the explosion of Cadia, the vicinity of the Great Rift has become a chaotic carnival. Subspace can affect reality at will, let alone find Mandeville.

De Vere pointed out that even an ordinary voyage might be thrown directly into the subspace.

It should be noted that the interior of subspace is chaotic and unpredictable. No matter how experienced the navigator is, he dare not say that he can definitely bring the ship to the destination. Over tens of thousands of years, countless ships have been lost in subspace, and some have been lost briefly.

They have appeared in the real world, but some have never appeared again.

The mage's fingers collided with each other, joining together rhythmically, and then immediately separated. Tiny bits of magic circled between his fingers, forming light blue light spots, golden lightning, or scarlet flames.

Then, he suddenly said: "The brilliance of the Star Torch is still burning steadily, and it is still guiding the way for mankind. You should know the nature of the Star Torch, right?"

Of course Angron knew.

The Star Torch is an ancient invention and a guiding light of the Empire - it is a psychic beacon that can steadily emit light in the warp. Qualified navigators can see the brilliance of the Star Torch and guide ships with it.

Passing through the subspace. To put it bluntly, the Star Torch itself is actually a ball of high-intensity psychic energy.

Any qualified psyker can see it.

Not only navigators, but some Astartes can also do this, and are sometimes blessed by the Star Torch in battle. The Star Torch itself has an amazing ability to kill demons. It is speculated that it should be born out of

Emperor's relationship.

However, this great invention did not come without a price.

The torch needs to burn... So, where does the firewood for the star torch come from?

The answer is psykers. There are 10,000 trained psykers to help provide energy. The Star Torch also needs to consume an additional 100 psykers every day. These 100 people often will not leave the Star Torch from birth to death.

Court. After they obtain the status of the Emperor's Chosen One, they will be taken to the Star Torch Hall.

Then he was burned alive and reduced to dregs.

This is the meaning of sacrifice - these one hundred people know their own end, but they willingly dedicate everything they have to the empire because they know that sacrifice is the cornerstone of the empire. Death is meaningful, death is worth it,

Death is a gift from the Emperor.

Angron knew the true nature of the Star Torch, and for this reason he had a love-hate relationship with the invention.

He said: "I know, what's wrong?"

He Shenyan said lightly: "The Star Torch is the embodiment of the Emperor's spiritual energy. In other words, anyone who believes in Him can be connected with this huge amount of spiritual energy."

He pointed at his eyes, and the originally black pupils slowly burned with two golden flames: "Although I don't believe in Him, I have His power - so I can temporarily borrow part of the Star Torch

The specialness of it, to connect with some people who are near us.”

"you mean.......?"

"Yes, it's what you think." The mage laughed.

"If someone betrays someone, there will naturally be someone who remains loyal. Part of their prayers to the Emperor will be transmitted to the Star Torch, and then received by me, and then traced back to their location by me...

Then, we will sail a short distance through subspace directly to their vicinity."

He made a gesture, and Angron took a deep breath.

"If you can really do this, Master, after we return to the empire, there may be no honor worthy of you."

He Shenyan smiled noncommittally.

honor?

What he wants is victory.

The war of the empire is ultimately a war of race. Regardless of justice or evil, regardless of whether the means are cruel or not - in the galaxy, all human beings have one and only one purpose, and that is victory.

Only victory can bring a chance to breathe, but the outcome of failure is not just as simple as death.

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"I need more than just a fleet, you understand? Damn it!"

Guilliman was rarely so angry. He was a clever politician who always kept his emotions secret. But at this time, he seemed to be furious.

"I need heroes with vision and talent. I need fleets, infantry groups, heavy firepower, armored combat vehicles, psykers... I need everything that can be used!" Guilliman's

The roar could even spread from the room to the outside.

"Anything! Anything! This is an expedition that concerns the fate of the entire human race. No one can stay out of it and tell the Assassin's Court to send people to kill those ungrateful bastards immediately!"

The liaison officer of the Tribunal nodded and was about to leave, but was stopped by Guilliman. He took a deep breath: "Listen, I'm sorry - madam, my anger is not directed at you.

of."

The short-haired liaison officer nodded again and stood there waiting for his next words.

Sitting behind the desk, Guilliman looked a little tired.

He sighed and rubbed the center of his brow. The intensity of his recent work was too much for even a primarch like him - to coordinate an expedition, he had to consider all aspects. Logistics, personnel mobilization, information and intelligence.

Considering the current situation of the empire, he can only trust himself.

"The message you just brought really makes me a little angry. They can't see the current situation clearly. This is no longer what was rumored in private. I went crazy after sleeping and wanted to launch a campaign to drag down the empire.

A war in the flames of war..."

Guilliman stared at the liaison officer, as if staring at something else: "The war has never ended, so why start a new war? If we can't regain the lost territory and deal with the traitors around the Great Rift, then

, the empire will have no future at all.”

The liaison officer spoke for the first time, with a cold voice: "Sir, please give the order."

Guilliman glanced at her in surprise, then smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry for complaining to you, so..."

His door was knocked open, and an Astartes wearing finely crafted power armor walked in. He looked anxious. Guilliman immediately recognized him - that was his second captain, Cato Casiliu

S.

"The original body——" Cato Caecilius glanced at the liaison officer, who immediately left the room knowingly and closed the door. He took a deep breath and said something in a heavy tone.

Guilliman's expression turned gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye.