Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The atmosphere in the room was very solemn.

Cato Sicarius watched his eyes, nose, and heart. He still maintained a solemn posture and was meticulous in his stance. The red cloak behind the finely crafted power armor was extremely thick, and the emperor's sacred prayers were hung on the right shoulder armor.

.He said nothing, waiting for the primarch's orders.

To his surprise, Guilliman said nothing.

The Lord of Ultramar just sat behind his desk and sighed deeply. The government documents that required his signature were piled up in a small pile on the table. Without any armor, he looked extremely embarrassed at this time.

exhausted.

"...Thousands of years have passed, no, a full ten thousand years."

"Look what they have become? Blind faith, ignorance, decadence." The Lord of Ultramar's expression did not look like anger, but rather the pain of a disillusioned ideal.

"The rest of the empire has become chaotic, and religion has become popular. It is popular through the title of a god, but this god hates this title the most. I did not expect that even the wealthy Ultramar would become like this

—If what you say is true, Sicarius."

Guilliman finally showed some proper anger: "...If the information you brought is true, then I ask you to return to Ultramar and bring five hundred of your brothers -

I want them to realize something."

The primarch's tone was neither gentle nor heavy. He seemed like a wise man who had seen everything, but also like an empty man who wanted nothing: "They enjoy autonomy, and they do not have to pay tithes to the empire.

They are completely self-sufficient. They live a prosperous life and have a progressive civilization. They don’t need to go to war..."

"I gave them the best, but they said such things?"

There was a storm brewing in Guilliman's voice. Cato Sicarius lowered his head slightly and said hesitantly: "Perhaps it was only proposed by a few people, the original body."

"There are five hundred worlds in which the leadership has more than half opponents, and you will not bring these words to me. Sicarius, don't lie to yourself."

Guilliman seemed to have calmed down completely, but Cato Sicarius knew that this was just him covering up his emotions.

Although he did not know his genetic father well, as his descendant, he could still feel a little bit of his emotions. At this time, Guilliman was not so much calming down, but rather driving all the anger into his heart.

the depths of the sea.

It's just calm on the surface.

"Go." Guilliman closed his eyes, and his second company commander bowed silently, and then left, leaving time and alone space to Guilliman alone.

The original body did not open his eyes, his eyes were closed tightly, and the trembling curve of his lips was enough to show his mood at this time - for a long time, he opened his eyes and looked at his office. Even for his size, this office

It can't be said to be small.

He was currently in the Glory of Macragge, and the walls of his office were hung with thick blue cloth and several murals. Originally there were more, making his office look almost like a palace. But Guilliman

The decorations were removed, leaving only a few pairs.

What is described in the painting is very simple.

Kill heretics and execute traitors. Save the world and the people. The heirs in his legion faithfully and recklessly carried out his will during the 10,000 years he slept. They became Albanians in the empire in the figure he imagined.

A role model for Stats.

I should be happy.

Guilliman said to himself.

But he couldn't be happy, because there were more, heavier and more tragic things that forced him to become gloomy and angry. He is a qualified politician, a demigod, but also a human being. Emotions are something he cannot avoid.

s things.

"...Father, the helpers you hired did a great job." He raised his head and looked at the ceiling of his office, where a separate mural was carved. A halo-filled being sat on a throne.

above, staring at him coldly.

"Three brand new Primarchs. Sometimes, I suspect that I am dreaming. Although their existence cannot be fully disclosed to the Empire, my new brothers have undoubtedly helped me a lot. They have allowed me to plan the Indomitus Crusade earlier.

It’s been a long time and it’s been a lot smoother.”

"But I still can't let it go."

Guilliman seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be really talking to that person.

"...Sometimes, when I wake up from meditation or sleep, I feel that Horus is laughing at us. He declared that you intended to ascend to the gods, and launched a rebellion on this basis. And the Empire at this time

You really look exactly like what he said, you really... turned into a god, and could even create three new brothers for me out of nothing."

"He must be laughing at us." Guilliman smiled bitterly.

He didn't want to think about the news from Ultramar anymore, and soon he threw himself into handling government affairs again. He was as efficient as a machine, silent, fast, and precise. Only he knew that he was at this moment

Mood.

His own world, the hometown he carefully cared for—actually asked him for something not long after he woke up.

The truth they demand is too blasphemous and too betrayal.

Guilliman never expected that he would deal with thousands of rebellions that one day would actually deal with his hometown - admittedly, that request was not actually a betrayal, it was just a request to transfer the power of the Lord of Ultramar.

The title was simply changed to Emperor of the Ultramar Empire.

While dealing with government affairs, he just felt like laughing.

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"...I don't really need someone screaming my title every time I enter the room, it's really annoying."

Steve spoke helplessly to the soldier in front of him. The man was huge. Due to the special armor, he looked almost as tall as Steve without armor. His hands were two huge

The power glove looks very scary.

This warrior did not wear a helmet, revealing his weather-beaten face. The short white hair and the blood-red prosthetic eye on his right eye were even more terrifying, but his tone of voice was very respectful.

"This is part of the etiquette, my lord," he said meticulously.

Steve made a sad face: "I'm just a new recruit - I haven't done any meritorious service. Why do you give me so many weird titles? And they are only read out during small council meetings."

Really, Marius, this is really strange."

The current chapter leader of the Ultramarines, Marius Calgar, showed a stiff smile. It was not that he wanted to smile so horribly, but simply because he had not smiled for a long time and was not used to it.

"Okay, sir, I admit that this is indeed annoying. But for mortals, this complicated etiquette is part of their pure faith."

He wisely said: "Every link is necessary. At one time, I also wanted to cancel this link. However, after that, mortals quickly became shaken."

"What's so shaky about this?"

Karius shrugged. Due to the power gloves on his hands, this action seemed a bit heavy and scary: "Mortals have their own considerations. I think it is best for us not to interfere with each other's ideas. I respect them.

, as they respect us.”

"Now that you've mentioned this..." Steve smiled helplessly, shook his head and said, "No matter how much I refuse, it still seems a bit unwise."

They were sitting in a small conference room on Macragge's Glory. The two of them were more chatting than talking about business. Karius was very interested in this new Primaris who also loved blue... No, Primaris Ath

It can be said that Tate knows everything he knows and talks about it endlessly.

"Let's continue our topic from last time." Steve took out a huge kraft paper from his arms, and he took the quill pen on the table unaccustomedly, intending to record something.

"Well..." Karius pondered for a while before speaking: "Actually, you don't have to care so much about our legion's organization and various traditions and habits."

"oh?"

"After all, you are a -" Karius made a gesture and said tactfully: "You will always build your own legion. Although you hope to learn something from us, it is inevitable that you will not be able to do so in the future.

Someone is gossiping."

Steve laughed: "I have no intention of doing this, Karius. I'm just a soldier, leading an army? Please spare me."

He sighed: "I am a very failed leader and often betray the trust of others. If it were not for a friend of mine who often helped me, my small team would have fallen apart long ago. This also made me realize,

Maybe I shouldn't be a leader, a simple soldier is more suitable for me."

That's too wasteful.

Karius did not say these words, but it was indeed his true feelings - to let a primarch only be a soldier? The Emperor...

At this moment, the door of the conference room was pushed open. Cato Sicarius walked in, holding his helmet in his arms, his face heavy. He first nodded to Steve and said,

A simple salute, and then he said to Karius: "Chapter Master, the original body requires us to send five hundred brothers to Ultramar."

"......what happens?"

Karius immediately realized that something was unusual - Ultramar had just ended the war, and although it was the time to hire people, they already had many Astartes stationed there. Now they are recruiting 500 Astartes from the Ultramarines.

If the name is past, it must have other meanings.

Cato Sicarius sighed and repeated the original words of the group, and Karius raised his right hand.

Then he hammered the table hard, and the hard round table made of alloy was immediately turned into scrap metal.

His roar could even be heard from the corridor outside: "I will lead the team myself!"

Steve's face became very strange - good guy, according to his little understanding of the world, the sentence he just heard... seems, probably, should, maybe to make Ji

Liman becomes emperor?

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"The Emperor... bless you."

Malotti struggled to avoid the acid rain falling from above his head, being careful not to let the things in his arms be exposed. He darted left and right in the dilapidated shanty town, not letting his skin get even a little bit of the acid rain falling from his head. Although

Even so, he still looked very embarrassed.

But his mood was high.

Only he knows what he is holding in his arms - it is the hope of this planet.

All of His angels of death died a few days ago, and the remaining civilians were anxiously waiting for the rain of fire to fall from the sky again. They knew that this time, the people coming would not be like His angels of death.

But they had no choice, no possibility of escape.

All the planet's defense forces were killed, and most of the buildings on the planet's surface were destroyed by the non-stop artillery fire. The same was true for the landscape, and the weather - two days ago, acid rain began to fall continuously in the sky.

Those who get it will first feel unbearable itching all over their body, and then they will die quickly.

Festering in disarray.

Malotti rushed into his home and slammed the door. His heart was pounding and his arms were shaking. He took a deep breath and took out the thing in his arms - it was a bullet.

head.

A man's head.

He half-closed his eyes and opened his mouth. The light blue light in his eyes was still strong.

Although he lost his vocal cords, he was still able to speak: "Where is this?"

"This is my home, sir."

"You -" the blue eyes of the head looked at him, and said mechanically and numbly: "-I remember you, you are the civilian. Did you chop off my head as I said?"

"Yes, yes, sir." Malotti wiped her hands uneasily and nodded: "I did it. I did everything you said."

"So." The head took a breath, and as his nose twitched, some black blood poured out. His expression became painful, and he seemed to have regained some of his consciousness: "I can't stay awake for long, listen, civilians

.I am...forget it, my identity is not important."

The blue light in his eyes suddenly burst out, illuminating Malotti's dim home like daylight, and also illuminated his dirty face. Only then did his head realize that Malotti was still a child.

"You, are you still a child?" he asked tremblingly.

"Yes, sir, but I am already fifteen years old, sir." Malotti nodded. He didn't know what the head's words meant. But he was an adult, and he must answer honestly when asked by an adult.

"...Is there anyone else in your family?"

"No more, sir, it's just me."

"Damn, I-" The head hesitated, and he closed his eyes, but not long after, he opened them again.

"Listen, kid, I don't want to lie to you. If you do what I say, you will die, and you will die in pain. I can't promise you whether this will succeed. I can only promise you,

I will die with you."

"I'm only afraid of the dark, my lord, as long as it's not dark in that place." Malotti replied. "They say there are candles under the emperor's seat! I haven't seen candles a few times, but I like them very much.

"

"Pick me up," the head said. "Then look into my eyes and don't think about anything."

Malotti did so.

His consciousness sank into a blue sea, and the surroundings were very dark, but Malotti was not afraid. He could feel that there was a man holding his hand, which seemed to be the adult.

His trembling voice rang in Malotti's ears: "Oh, Emperor, bless me, bless your people, and bless this poor child to be able to go to your seat..."

Then, the body was burned in flames.

Malotti's soul was shattered in an instant, and the pain and screams caused the psyker's soul to grow stronger - he was full of power again. In the real world, Malotti's body fell to the ground, not even able to

Make a little noise.

He was so thin that he couldn't even make a sound when he fell to the ground.

The psyker was full of power, but more painful than ever. He shed tears as he watched the child's soul disappear without a trace. He knew that his soul could not go to the Emperor's throne.

I lied, I'm sorry, kid.

He clenched his fists, risked all his strength and soul burning, and plunged headlong into the subspace's ever-extinguishing starlight.

The flames of the Star Torch did not spare him just because he was a subject of the Emperor. The psychic flames also began to burn his broken soul. From the moment of death, he felt the pain again.

But he doesn't care.

"For the Empire!"

These were his last words.

In the real world, the head turned into fly ash, leaving only a scorched black mark on the table.