Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

He Shenyan was too lazy to count how many times he had burned himself.

It’s not bad anyway.

He must do this. The Emperor's spiritual fire is burning his body all the time. This unbearable pain for ordinary people is proof of purification - when the pain disappears, Nurgle's blessing will completely leave his body.

It was cleared out.

The mage is breathing intently.

He took a deep breath once, and then again.

Psychic energy and magic were entangled together, turning into endless golden flames, replacing his blood, rushing manically in his veins. Inside this quiet room specially opened by the Revenge, the air filtered by the magic circle was being filtered by him

Consume quickly.

Breathe in the air and exhale the hot air.

The ups and downs were like a tide, or some kind of natural phenomenon. The crackling sound continued in his body, and his flesh and bones were being reformed bit by bit.

Nurgle's blessings were gradually leaving him. He Shenyan could hear him sighing helplessly in the subspace, like a father who had been rejected by his good intentions. This sigh made He Shenyan almost feel horrified - he was the image of Nurgle.

clearly.

So, he closed his eyes tightly and let the psychic flames burn his whole body non-stop. This crazy behavior may bring some unspeakable consequences, but now he has no choice.

He Shenyan is actually quite aware of the possible consequences of doing so, which is nothing more than the entanglement between the nature of power.

The Ancient One started by plundering the power of demon gods from other dimensions. There are as many related magic papers as there are in the library of the Holy Sanctuary. A total of 1,823 of them were written by the Ancient One himself.

Write.

She didn't sign, but He Shenyan recognized her handwriting.

The entanglement of the nature of power will cause the magic power that the mages originally commanded to produce some changes that are unfamiliar to them, sometimes for good, sometimes for bad. It all depends on whether you can master the new power after fusion. If you can, then, this will not happen at all.

There is no doubt that this is a good thing.

Who would think that they have too much magic power?

But that's where the problem lies. He Shenyan's original magical nature was one he designed after careful consideration, and he can use most magics smoothly.

For example, the plastic energy system, fire rain, ice, destructive meteors or lightning. As for the protection system, he is also very proficient. Although he is a little behind in the treatment system, he is still ahead of many people. It can be said that he designed this

This magical property is for smooth fighting.

Run faster than others, hit harder, and recover faster - this is the complete Karma Taj Mage Set.

But now after the entanglement and fusion, with the new power generated, he can't guarantee whether it will be the same as before.

It takes a lot of time to experiment...but at this stage, what they lack most is time.

He Shenyan opened his eyes, and his eyes had turned from black to gold, like burning flames, and like the sun in the sky. He turned his head slightly, and at some point another figure appeared in the quiet room. The other person

He waved to him very politely.

"Is there a problem?"

The person who came had blond hair and a divinely handsome face. He looked more like some kind of god than a human being - not to mention the pair of white wings on his back.

"He asked me to come and see you..." Sanguinius said with a smile. "Please forgive me, I believe it's not that he doesn't want to come in person, he just can't get away."

"I'm not angry with an old man. Besides, I brought this on myself." The mage sighed. "I shouldn't be so quick."

Although he said this, he laughed: "...but I will still do it next time."

The archangel stared at him, and the wings behind his back flapped slightly. The air blurred for a while, and an unknown breeze blew past him, which slightly relieved the pain in He Shenyan's body.

Sanguinius said apologetically: "This is all I can do, I'm sorry."

He shook his head gently, with a pitiful expression on his face: "My brother just woke up from his sleep and had to deal with a heartbreaking tragedy."

"What happened? I brought him three new Primarchs... Is there anything else that the four Primarchs together can't solve?"

"We are not omnipotent. Even our creators will fail, so how can we be omnipotent?" Sanguinius lowered his head slightly. "This blow to his soul may be more serious than other things.

Much more, I'm worried about him."

He Shenyan frowned.

Sanguinius continued: "This matter is also a bit difficult for me to talk about. After all, I also agreed to that stupid plan at the time. And now..."

He sighed again, and He Shenyan raised his hand to indicate that he did not need to say any more. He said lightly: "I understand, the Second Empire, right?"

"you--"

The angel's expression was full of surprise, shame, and a little bit of imperceptible relief.

"The old man sitting on the chair basically told me everything." The mage rolled his eyes.

"That's it? Trust him, Guilliman can handle this matter. A group of stupid guys actually want to use political means to roast a primarch on the fire? Force him to proclaim himself emperor?"

He sneered: "That's pretty stupid."

"Well, with all due respect -" the angel looked quite uneasy. "How much do you know, no, I mean, how much does He know?"

"How many things do you think he doesn't know?" He Shenyan said with a smile. "Don't worry so much, Archangel, just find a chance to get out of that hell place...your heirs

I have suffered a lot in these ten thousand years."

Sanguinius was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Obviously I was the one who comforted you, but now you comfort me in turn. But, you are right, mage."

His figure gradually became blurred.

He Shenyan closed his eyes again, the pain continued, and the tide surged again.

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"Come one by one, don't worry - you are citizens of the empire and his people. The empire will not give up on any of you. Don't worry."

The captain held a cigarette issued in the supply in his mouth. He did not light it and directed the surviving civilians to board the mechanical dragon in an orderly manner.

They seem to have not yet broken free from their previous situation. This is normal and everyone cannot be expected to have a heart of steel.

The captain only hopes that they can cheer up as soon as possible and continue to make due contributions to the empire. Although, he does not know what civilians can do on this ship. If it is the ships he is familiar with, they can still do it after training.

You can repair some simple parts or do ordinary work and spend your life on the boat.

Many people have lived this way - their ancestors have been born and died on the bottom of the same ship for generations.

There are less than 600 surviving humans on the entire planet, and most of them are suffering from various degrees of illness. Most of them are caused by malnutrition. Their eyes are dull, their walking speed is slow, and they have psychological shadows.

Has not disappeared yet.

This is the third group of survivors who have been gathered. They were found hiding in a small hole and spent ten days relying on mushrooms for food.

The captain pursed his lips, bit the filter of his cigarette, and reached out to call the platoon leader who had performed extremely well in the simulated combat. He asked: "What is the food ration tonight?"

"According to the schedule, tonight's main course is lamb chops with orange soda, noodles, and apples."

"..."

The captain touched the back of his head in confusion. He was puzzled - where did so much food on this ship that he had never heard of come from? And all of them were quite delicious.

Is there a chef on the Revenge or something? The food tastes so good that he feels that only nobles can enjoy such delicious food.

"The time should not change, it will still be five hours later."

The captain pulled up his sleeves and looked at the watch on his right hand. It took them three hours from boarding the dragon to landing on the ground, and then collecting the surviving civilians in batches. According to the time on the Revenge, there were still five hours.

That’s it for dinner.

"When the food ration comes, let them eat first." The captain said lightly. "We are not short of this meal, and-"

He stretched out his hand and grabbed three high-calorie energy bars from a row of long chest right pockets. This scene made him blush: "——You kid actually hid so many this time?"

The platoon leader smiled awkwardly: "I'm used to it."

The captain put the things back.

He glanced at a row of long trouser pockets and said calmly: "It's a good habit, but you should know the shelf life of this thing, right? We are not trapped in the trenches now. Let's inform the soldiers who are hiding food today."

You ate everything at night, what do you keep it for?"

He said with some annoyance: "Besides, there must be wartime rations during the war! What kind of ship are we on now? Can we just give out a pack of cold things like before?"

The platoon leader was quite ashamed, but there was nothing he could do about it - the empire's logistics had always been a big problem. Although basic food rations could be guaranteed, in wartime...

It’s really hard to describe. Soldiers sometimes even have to find their own solutions, and people in the logistics department also have unspeakable hardships. As we all know, the transportation of supply lines not only takes time, but also has to guard against enemy attacks. Under such circumstances, insufficient supplies are too common.

Already.

Not every regiment was lucky enough to be stationed near a manufacturing base; most were miserable in the trenches eating hellish corpse starch.

During the voyage and preparation, fresh food and refreshments were considered luxuries. However, once the war came to a critical juncture, all that was left to eat was tasteless corpse starch. And that ghost, Huang Chengchengyi

Big lump of nutritious cream.

The latter often only got a small piece, which needed to be washed and drank to satisfy hunger. But most soldiers did not have a reliable source of water at that time, so they had to eat it raw. Just swallowing the stuff was a difficult challenge, and many

People bluntly said that they would rather eat ten servings of corpse starch than a piece of nutritional cream.

But they have to eat. Weight loss, malnutrition, slow thinking are unacceptable, and they may even be punished. You must know that not taking care of your body is tantamount to being disrespectful to the Emperor. Manual issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs

Well, this is a pretty serious crime.

The Cadian people are even more outrageous. As a model for the mortal army, they are also very strict in their own requirements. They are not even willing to take a moment to heat food. Most people are used to eating cold food directly. But this does not mean that they like to eat cold food.

——Not a fool, who doesn’t want to eat something hot?

The captain stood a little further away from the team, and then lit himself the cigarette he had been holding for half an hour.

He took a deep breath. The fresh taste he had never tasted made him squint his eyes in enjoyment. The mellow aroma of tobacco was as relaxing as ever. But the short-term enjoyment did not last long.

Staring at the long line of people slowly boarding the mechanical dragon, the captain's expression turned gloomy again. He snuffed out his half-smoked cigarette and then put it into a separate package in his armed belt.

Damn traitor.

Just as he was silently scolding the traitors in Cadian slang in his mind, the voice of the second platoon leader came from the communication channel: "Sir, the head count has been completed. Counting this group, there are a total of five hundred and ninety-three people."

"Let the guys in charge of scanning scan the surface again and let me know after making sure there is nothing missing."

"Yes, sir."

Ten minutes later, the mechanical dragon slowly started to move and left the surface. It would return directly to the Revenge in the orbit of the planet, and no one knew the future fate of this planet.

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The captain saluted the giant in crimson armor in front of him and said meticulously: "My lord, what are your instructions?"

Ezekiel did not take off his helmet. His face at this time was not suitable for exposure to mortals - the crimson tears looked very scary. In order to avoid possible unnecessary rumors, he felt that he still

It is better to wear a helmet.

But because of this, his voice did not sound very gentle: "Just a routine inquiry, how many surviving civilians are there?"

"Five hundred and ninety-three people, all confirmed. We scanned the surface five times."

"very good."

Ezekiel nodded: "Then, you and your soldiers can go and enjoy some rest, Captain. Besides... I'm glad to see you are still alive."

The captain left, and Ezekiel took off his helmet. He did not use service spikes like many Astartes. Two deep red blood tears stretched from the bottom of his eyes to his neck.

Ezekiel sighed. The Crimson Blade Chapter had little experience in getting along with civilians, but he had to place them well - otherwise, who could he expect? Givadoron was still lying in the infirmary, and he didn't think this was the case.

What insights can a veteran give him?

Don't get me wrong, he respects Givadoron very much. A ten thousand-year-old veteran usually needs to be sacrificed in most battle groups. But the other party is obviously not good at communicating with others. As for the other adult...

..

Ezekiel actually guessed some, but he didn't dare to say.