Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Trazin didn't lie. He did understand He Shenyan's "anxious" mood. So, just 41 hours later, the spacecraft he used to transport the collection arrived near the Revenge.

It was an inconspicuous-looking boat, nothing special. Judging from the appearance alone, it was just the most common long-distance travel boat. But considering that its owner was Trazin, and the cargo transported inside

Despite the precious cargo, Angron was still prepared to deal with the ship that was about to connect with them.

Unexpectedly, He Shenyan told him: "Don't worry about that ship so much."

"What? What's inside is-"

"——That's just a cover-up, Angron." The mage shook his head and pointed to the ground. "The ship is here to pick him up, and the things we need have been sent to the warehouse on the ground floor."

Angron narrowed his eyes.

He said in a deep voice: "Is he demonstrating to us? Is this a hint?"

"No, I left a backdoor for him to break through the defensive formation and put things in."

He Shenyan showed a strange smile: "Sometimes, you have to give people some illusions to make them think that they are in control of the situation - of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that Trazin thinks so too."

He shrugged: "Who knows? Maybe he is also acting."

"..."

Angron said nothing, but sighed heavily.

The transaction went smoothly.

Trazin's movements were so fast, and He Shenyan admired this speed. Therefore, he directly threw Trazin and Fulgrim, who was hung in the quiet chamber, into his room through the legend.

A long-distance ship was undergoing rendezvous, and then he was 'thrown' directly from the external landing deck of the Revenge.

If Trazin could still make expressions, his expressions would surely be very exciting - unfortunately, he could not make any expressions, and He Shenyan could not see his face.

He and Angron came to the warehouse on the bottom deck, which was very quiet and strange. The Revenge was the same size as a planet, and this divided warehouse was the same size as a city. At this time, this empty

There are two black tall cubes placed in the warehouse.

He Shenyan must admit that Trazin's taste is indeed very good.

He is not like those art collectors who like to make mysteries and follow trends, who fanatically and blindly pursue certain things. Nor is he like those who have no respect for art and play with them casually, such as the man who tried to lick the blind with his tongue.

Narissa's brother.

He prefers the original taste.

I mean - he's a pervert.

There is no doubt about this.

You only need to take a look at the two static positions designed as cubes to understand.

On the left is Fulgrim. His name is engraved on his cube with a line of High Gothic cursive script, his life, and a short story of how Trazin got him. Thousands of words.

, seems to have been written by him himself.

The writing style is humorous yet solemn. It seems that even if Trazin regarded him as a collection, he still maintained respect for the clone.

He still maintained the same expression he had when he learned that Fabius had sold him to Trazin, full of confusion and confusion. He looked like a child who was scolded for something he didn't understand. His appearance

The perfect, tall and strong body is only wearing a thin cloth.

"How does he compare to the guy you know?"

Angron replied with a dull nasal voice: "His expression does not look like a warrior, but like a child who is full of confusion and wants to cry but can't."

"Maybe he is." He Shenyan nodded noncommittally, then turned his head and looked to the other side.

The cube of the Imperial Guard is much more concise, with only two lines of small characters - 'Emperor', 'The name is too long to write down, he should be a Shield Guard Captain.'

Seeing this, He Shenyan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Shield Guard Captain is not a military rank that everyone can get.

There are military ranks in the Forbidden Army. The highest one is called the Grand Commander. He is only responsible to the emperor himself, while the lower level are the tribunes and tribunes. They are usually composed of ten veterans of the Forbidden Army. They are responsible for

He provides advice and advice to the Grand Commander, and his status within the Forbidden Army is second only to the Grand Commander.

One level further down is the Shield Captain. They are the most experienced and knowledgeable veterans of the Imperial Guard. In addition to holding this military rank, they also have a series of complex honorary titles.

His armor was very damaged and he had suffered extremely serious injuries. The helmet was thrown at his feet, and it looked like it had been stepped on by something huge, and it had lost its original shape.

His face looked very terrifying - there were scars and burns all over the place, wounds that penetrated his face, and blood all over his face. The Imperial Guard stared gloomily ahead, his expression unwavering.

No one knows under what circumstances Trazin stored him in this stasis position. There is even part of the soil under his feet from the battlefield at that time.

"Okay - it's time to get to work."

He Shenyan breathed out softly, and said to Angron: "I think we should rescue this forbidden soldier first, and then explain the current situation to him. What do you think?"

"I have no objection, it's just..."

Angron frowned hesitantly: "Should I wear a mask or something?"

"...Don't be stupid, Angron."

He Shenyan said weakly: "You don't want to hide your true identity from him, do you? What's the point of that?"

Angron said unhappily: "At least it saves part of the explanation, right? Besides, is it possible that he will believe what we say? Even if it is indeed the truth, you can't expect him to understand the current situation in a short while.

.”

"I think it's better to tell the truth than to tell white lies. What do you think? A lie is always a lie." The mage said slowly.

After a moment, Angron nodded.

"Okay - phew, this is the first time I've done this. Do I want to burn incense and take a bath? I've read the religious scriptures in the empire. This forbidden soldier can be regarded as a living saint. We need to be a little pious.

Go treat him."

"I'm still the original body! Why haven't I seen you have such devotion to me?"

He Shenyan smiled, lit up a golden psychic flame, and threw it on the stagnant stance of the Forbidden Army. He said nothing, but it seemed as if he had said everything. Angron couldn't help but feel a wave of excitement.

Itchy teeth.

The flames easily melted the stagnant stance, and the cube melted into nothingness like ice and snow meeting the sun. The helmet at the feet of the Imperial Guard fell to the silver floor of the warehouse with a soft sound, and then came the dirt.

Angron saw that his eyelids moved. The next second, he lost his original straight posture and fell straight to the ground. The impact seemed to wake him up. The imperial guard raised his head and looked at himself.

He didn't care about the unfamiliar environment he was in.

Then, the first second he caught a glimpse of Angron, his expression began to change towards the worst side.

I knew it would be like this.

Angron sighed silently. He raised his right hand as if he was predicting the future, and blocked the powerful and heavy punch of the Imperial Guard without any loss.

"listen--"

Angron took a step back, dodging the leg sweep of the forbidden soldier. At the same time, he suppressed his vicious elbow attack and pushed it out with his backhand. Even though the strength was reduced, the forbidden soldier staggered in his steps.

"I don't want to fight you-"

Hearing his words, the Forbidden Army roared and rushed forward, and he uttered his first words since waking up: "Shut up, traitor!"

He launched ferocious attacks continuously, and any fighting skills created by humans can be seen in his fists and feet. His speed and strength are even more superhuman among supermen. Unfortunately, he faced Angron.

.

The Primarchs are the Primarchs - they have transcended humanity.

"You are unworthy of his love, and you are unworthy of your children! You used their respect and love for you to force them to bring cruel instruments and torture them until they were inhuman form! You miserable monster!"

He Shenyan stayed aside silently. Angron had already made fun of him several times, but he seemed not to notice, still standing there with his arms folded, the old god calmly standing there.

Finally, Angron became impatient.

He ignored the Forbidden Army's right fist that came straight towards his jaw. He took a step forward and hit the Forbidden Army's chest with his right fist in advance by a hair's breadth. This time, he did not hold back - the huge force instantly hit the Imperial Army's chest.

It flew out. Angron did not pursue it. He stood there and pursed his lips.

"I'm not the person you know," he said. "Look at me carefully, warrior. Would the person you know talk to you in such a calm manner? Besides, I don't have nails."

The Imperial Guard gasped and climbed up from the ground. Blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth, with foam on it. He wiped his mouth, stood up, and once again assumed a close combat stance.

"Do you think I can't see that this is an illusion?!" the Imperial Guard shouted at Angron. "Coward! You don't even dare to fight me openly like a warrior, in the name of the Emperor...

.”

He began to chant the Emperor's Prayer constantly, as if he wanted to break through the 'mask'.

Angron turned his head expressionlessly, looked at He Shenyan, and said calmly: "Seriously, He, if you don't let him understand what's going on now, I might not be able to help but take action."

.”

"Don't worry..."

He Shenyan took a step forward, but the Forbidden Army did not pay any attention to him. He deliberately restrained his sense of existence. In the eyes of the Forbidden Army, he was just a weak mortal - however, in the next second, he was no longer

.

A golden sun rises out of thin air.

The blood of the Forbidden Army coagulated in an instant. However, he knew that this was just his illusion. He had long been accustomed to this feeling. For countless years, whenever he saw the person he swore allegiance to, he would

Create this 'illusion'.

And this 'illusion' cannot be simulated by anyone using despicable witchcraft.

Human beings cannot look directly at the sun, so the Imperial Guard lowered his terrifyingly flawed face.

He half-knelt down, his situation, unfinished tasks, and Angron's existence all forgotten at this moment. Because he had seen the only God of mankind - wait, something seems wrong? The sun is still the sun

...But, the temperature isn't that freezing?

Footsteps approached slowly, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and an unfamiliar voice made him raise his head suddenly: "What's your name?"

The Imperial Guard stared into the eyes burning with golden flames and replied in a low voice: "My mission has failed, and the past glory has left me. My name is no longer important... But if you insist on knowing,

If so, just call me Lictor."

"Well, your traditions are really troublesome."

The mage broke the strangely sincere atmosphere with a slight complaint: "Why do you have to add a name to yourself after completing a task? Forget it, besides, you don't have to respect me."

A force lifted the Forbidden Army who called himself Lictor from the ground, and the very familiar spiritual energy fluctuations healed the injuries he suffered in an instant - whether it was suffered at the time or just beaten by Angron.

The same is true for lung damage.

Lictor raised his hands in shock, feeling dizzy.

"Let's make a long story short."

He Shenyan stretched out his right hand and placed it in front of Lictor. After a moment of silence, the Imperial Army remembered this greeting gift from Terra in the ancient 2K era. He became even more confused: Who is this man?

But He Shenyan didn't give him any idea of ​​explaining his identity.

He pointed at Angron and said: "Let me explain in advance. This Angron is not the same person as the one in your impression. They have the same name and surname, but their experiences are completely different, but now is not a good time to explain these things. In short

Well, now is the 41st millennium of darkness."

He smiled and said: "Cadia was blown up by Abaddon not long ago. A huge rift spanned the entire empire. Through this thing, the stability of the subspace began to affect reality. We are now standing next to the big rift,

The situation is very bad.”

"...May I know your identity?"

Lictor was silent for a long time before speaking hoarsely.

"My identity is nothing unusual and needs to be kept secret, Lictor." He Shenyan waved his hand casually. "You don't need to talk to me with that attitude. I'm not him and I don't need your allegiance. Talk to him too.

There is no 'direct' relationship, do you understand?"

Lictor didn't speak, just nodded.

"Okay, it seems you didn't listen. My name is He Shenyan, and I am a weak mage. The ship we are currently on is called the Revenge. The crew consists of eighteen Astartes and two Primarchs.

, one Custodes. There are also 376 Astra Militarum, and me."

...Two Primarchs?

Noticing his eyes, He Shenyan smiled kindly and pointed to the cube display cabinet behind him: "Look, does that person look familiar?"

Lictor turned his head in the direction he pointed, his expression completely frozen.