Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

One coordinate, one piece of information.

He Shenyan said nothing, he just stood up from the chair in silence. The porthole frame behind him illuminated a broken galaxy, and dozens of broken corpses of Chaos Astartes were slowly passing by, already in the vacuum.

It's frozen inside.

The last words left by the unknown psyker still lingered in his ears, as well as the child's scream and his last wish before death contained in his desperate psychic energy.

He was afraid of the dark, so he wanted to see the light. The mage turned his head. The huge star warship was moving at a slow speed, but at this time, a stream of light suddenly appeared around him.

The battleship changed from its previous slowness, the magic engine at the tail roared manically, and it began to move forward rapidly.

At this time, He Shenyan realized that he had not given the battleship a name.

"Let me ask you to take revenge. It suits the occasion."

The mage smiled softly, and in the next second, the Vengeance easily tore through the fragile barrier between reality and subspace with the help of huge magic power.

He closed his eyes, and his mental power covered the entire hull, forming an additional protective circle to protect the mortal soldiers inside. Many of them were sleeping at this time, thanks to the independent shock absorption method of each layer of the Revenge.

Formation, they didn't even know that the battleship was rapidly entering subspace at this time.

The scene in the subspace is chaotic and disorderly, with no so-called logic. All kinds of beautiful things will one after another evolve into the appearance of nightmares, planets will be destroyed, creatures will die, and plants will transform into terrifying monsters. They

There is no need to abide by any moral rules or so-called basic laws, just stretch yourself freely and wildly.

Just like the chaotic nature of the four evil gods.

The mage stared indifferently at the gruesome scene in front of him. He suddenly remembered that many mages would choose to take drugs to enter a special meditative state.

Everyone who came back alive from that state had their bodies deformed to varying degrees, their minds became crazy, and their magic power was greatly improved. Perhaps they also saw scenes like this during meditation.

.

Such as now.

In front of the mage, a beautiful emerald green planet is showing its brilliance in the subspace. The projection of this planet in the real world in the subspace can reflect its situation in the material world to a certain extent.

But now, that green is quickly melting away - the originally vibrant green is gradually turning into an ominous, sick-like yellow.

At the end, a disgusting yellow sphere floated in front of the battleship, with disgusting slime dripping from it. A huge malice condensed around the battleship, and then the mage saw that the planet actually blinked at him.

On its surface, a huge gap opened in the ground covered by germ carpets and unpleasant proliferating corpses. A huge orange-yellow one-eye looked at the Revenge with interest - to be precise, looked at it.

Hold him.

There was no malice in it, just pure curiosity and tolerance. The planet seemed to want to say something, but the mage had already looked away.

The star torch's brilliance suddenly surged, spreading all the way from where it was to the Revenge and the road in front of it. They completely cut off the planet's sight, and at the same time, as if pulling the Revenge, they opened a gap in front of them.

But He Shenyan didn't want to leave just like that.

He narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly - the cold and hot brilliance of the Star Torch was still shining steadily on their path in the subspace. He gently pulled a ray of light. The radiance of spiritual energy became in an instant

A golden storm erupted, easily tearing the reflection of the planet into pieces.

The silent scream spread, and the remaining material of the planet turned into some substantial malice and began to stir in the subspace, no longer as curious as before. At this time, it just wanted to devour the Revenge. Unfortunately, the star

The torch's brilliance still steadily resisted its approach.

He Shenyan sneered.

Sooner or later you will all die, one by one.

"Your mobility is beyond my expectation."

After Angron came to the main control room, the first words he spoke contained a bit of bitterness.

However, this is also normal.

He Shenyan's actions were indeed a bit fast - so fast that Angron didn't even have time to announce his next plan to the Astartes. And the mortal soldiers knew nothing about these things.

But this is actually a good thing.

He was not sure what the consequences would be for mortals after seeing these blasphemous scenes. They might go crazy, or they might become depraved directly. Or they might become some kind of disgusting plague aggregation on the spot. From this point of view, the mage's mental protection

The sexual magic circle is really effective.

"Just received a message from a psyker requesting support."

"Psychic? Can I still contact you directly?"

Angron frowned, and he had already begun to think about whether there was a conspiracy hidden behind this. If so, then everything that happened before would make sense - the reason why they did not gather troops to encircle and suppress the battleship was probably

here.

He Shenyan only glanced at him and knew what he was thinking. The mage calmly shook his head: "It's not what you think, Angron."

"The psyker did not contact me directly."

"He just..."

He Shenyan didn't know how to speak for a moment. He stared at the silver ground and said in a very soft voice: "I have to say, his idea is very genius."

"what happened?"

"He burned the soul of an innocent child and made him die in pain. Then, he used his huge amount of pain and broken soul to enhance his own spiritual energy, burned his own soul again, and then crashed into

The Star Torch - As you know, the Star Torch is a lighthouse."

He Shenyan made a gesture: "He exploded on the top of the lighthouse, and any human being who was watching the star torch at that time could receive his message."

Angron's expression changed from angry at the beginning to calm, a kind of calm similar to that of the mage. The original body closed his eyes: "...the Emperor bless them."

"The Emperor can no longer protect them."

The Revenge was still sailing in the light of the Star Torch, and the mage said: "Their souls have been shattered and disappeared without a trace. They were extremely painful before death, and we don't even know the child and the psyker.

name."

He turned his head slightly: "...By the way, I gave this ship a name. I hope you will like it."

"What name?" Angron asked calmly.

"revenge."

"Good name."

Angron smiled.

Sacrifice is the cornerstone of an empire. At the same time, he thought silently in his heart.

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Angelor leaned against the rock wall, holding the gun in his arms very tightly.

It was a gun he picked up on the edge of the battlefield and was buried in the soil. According to the knowledge he gained from the unfinished training, it was an imperial standard m35 laser gun, weighing 2.3 kilograms, and could

Hit anywhere within the clear atmosphere.

Even someone like him who didn't do well in the shooting course could easily use this gun to aim and fire at will within a range of two hundred meters.

It is a pity that he did not complete all his training - to be precise, the war broke out before the training could end. All the soldiers were rushed to the front line. Angelor originally wanted to participate, but the person in charge of his

The examiner refused to give in.

He said that Angelor's shooting performance and physical problems prevented him from joining the army. If he wanted to help, he could go to the logistics and help move some things.

So Angelor went.

So Angelor survived.

He was not happy about this.

The angels died one after another, and the heavy weapons that were regarded as treasures by the troops were mercilessly bombarded to pieces under the gunfire, and the troops he originally wanted to join were completely killed. He didn't even know it.

Is there anyone alive besides him in his hometown at this time?

The sound of rain could be heard outside the cave, and Angelor knew that he would not be able to go out to look for food today. He had seen people who had been hit by acid rain, and had also seen their miserable conditions. The Emperor was above, and he did not want to change.

Be like that.

It rained for two hours, and Angelor felt hungry. He came to the entrance of the cave with a little hope, looked at the acid rain outside, and hoped that it would stop soon.

The war ended a few days ago, and everyone died. Fortunately, those hateful traitors have no plans to express themselves clearly yet. Angelor thought that after collecting enough food, he would head towards the place in his memory.

Let's head to the command post - if he's lucky enough, he should be able to find something like a communication tool there.

As for what to do next, he hasn't thought about it yet. He is just a 16-year-old boy. Although he has reached the age of recruitment, they often have to go through two years of training before being allowed to join the battlefield. At this time, he is not even a reserve soldier.

It doesn’t even count.

He looked up at the sky and suddenly found that the gloomy and dim sky had become darker at this time.

This is not a good sign.

Angelor frowned. His vision became a little blurry due to excessive hunger, and he was unable to concentrate on observing the sky. But what happened next did not require him to observe.

The sky darkened.

Before he could figure out what was happening, he saw light blue light pillars falling from the sky, landing on the ground, and then suddenly erupting - the acid rain was frozen in the air, and they gradually melted after a blur. Angelor looked up in shock.

Looking at the sky, he saw broken clouds and a huge thing hidden in them.

It moved slowly without revealing its figure. Then, countless light blue light pillars continued to fall from the sky, causing ripples on the ground. They left countless marks on the ground.

.These marks emit light blue fluorescence, bringing a little light in the dark.

Then, as if they were conscious, they began to connect with each other, and the brilliance united overwhelmingly - a huge blue light band pushing to the distant skyline poured out from those marks, and Angelor was also in this light.

On the route, the moment he was hit, he subconsciously clenched the gun in his hand, but no pain came.

On the contrary, the hunger in his belly was quickly recovering, and even the emptiness after overexertion disappeared. He stared at the light in surprise, his eyes sore, and he shed tears unknowingly.

He is still alive...and seems to have been rescued, but what about those who died?

He didn't have the answer, but others did.

Angron stood in the main control room. The mage was not here. He said, "I have something else to kill." Then he disappeared in a burst of light. But Angron was not completely ignorant of how to control the Revenge.

, he pressed his hand on the table, and a light curtain rose.

He said expressionlessly: "Inform the whole ship that there are no enemies on the surface, but there are still many civilians. Let the mortal army go to rescue them. I remember he said that there are some transportation vehicles on the ship. Let them take those

Bring it too."

"Copy that, what are your instructions to the Astartes?"

A neutral voice said so.

Angron grinned: "Let them meet me on the first bridge and prepare the means of transmission. Is that damn ship still in orbit outside the planet?"

"Yes, they haven't discovered us yet, and the effect of the illusion spell is still continuing."

"That's good... where's my armor?"

"It's ready for you, do you need to put it on now?"

"certainly."

The light curtain dimmed and disappeared. Angron's superhuman hearing allowed him to hear the announcement coming from the corridor outside. The intelligent system within the circle executed his orders efficiently and accurately.

It was directing the mortal auxiliaries to the hangar to use the vehicles on land, while the Astartes were quickly following orders to the first bridge.

As for his armor….

A huge opening opened on the ground of the main control room. The silver metal that made up the ground squirmed and spread like a living thing. A huge black box slowly floated up. There were 128 runes emitting from the surface.

bright.

Angron stretched out his hand and placed it on the black box. With a flash of silver light, the black box was opened, and the cold white mist spread out from inside, making his skin feel a long-lost chill.

The armor, more like a land-based fortress-like magical creation, just stayed in the black box, its black eyepiece staring at Angron.

It's like asking a question.

Are you qualified to wear me?

Angron returned the same gaze. He picked up the helmet with a smile. The remaining parts of the armor melted like liquid in the buzzing sound. They crawled straight to Angron's feet and climbed up to his majestic body. In this

The giant's body took on its original shape - he put on his helmet.

The eyepiece flashed, black was replaced by scarlet, and the Empire's double-headed eagle logo appeared on the breastplate. The armor was originally colorless, but it was rapidly changing at this time. Black and red formed the basic tones of this masterpiece of war.

, Angron took steps and came to the door of the main control room.

Just when he was about to leave, he said in a voice that had been processed to become serious and low: "When he comes back... tell him that this armor is really fucking powerful."

He took a deep breath, and the metal behind his back squirmed to form a thick crimson cloak. Angron walked away to kill.