Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Most people will always first detect fear, sadness, anger and a series of other negative emotions in other people's expressions.

Perhaps, in ancient times before the birth of language, our ancestors used expressions to communicate, and the negative emotions in similar expressions represented that bad things had happened or were about to happen. Therefore, this kind of existence in genes was left

instinct.

At this moment, Angron could not see a trace of fear on Fulgrim's face - a long and narrow wound inexplicably appeared on his face, destroying that perfect face.

If he were the fallen phoenix who pursues perfection in this universe, then he should have started to be afraid of his own imperfection by now.

But he didn't.

Fulgrim sat on the ground and did not try to stand up. He was very calm and stared at the darkness ahead. The narrow wound on his right face was bleeding out little by little, but Fulgrim remained indifferent.

After a long time, he turned his head, looked at the mage, and asked, "Where are they?"

"They're dead—completely."

He Shenyan patiently explained to him: "For your rebirth and to completely get rid of the influence of Slaanesh, your long-dead loyal heirs once again sacrificed themselves."

Fulgrim's fist clenched suddenly, and for a moment, Liktor felt that danger was coming. He couldn't help but feel his hair standing on end, and almost immediately wanted to follow his instinct and take the mage away from here. However, Fulgrim did not attack.

He still sat calmly on the ground and sighed gloomily. The giant, who was only wearing cloth, stood up from the ground. His appearance was no longer perfect, and his temperament became melancholy and sad. But his expression made people feel sad.

Angron put on a smile.

Only people who really understand what they are going to do will have that expression.

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"The current situation is very simple."

Sitting in the main control room, He Shenyan spread his hands. All the frivolity he had in the past was gone at this moment, leaving only the deepest seriousness: "We have a ship that is too big to look good and has too much firepower.

But the crew is very small, even pitifully small."

"The Star Torch is still burning, but long-distance navigation in the Warp is still impossible. Let alone contacting people from the Empire - all we can do now is continue to kill Chaos traitors around the Great Rift.

.”

Lictor stood meticulously behind He Shenyan. He did not choose to sit down. He firmly refused even if He Shenyan asked repeatedly.

He asked: "Sir, can you explain in detail what the Great Rift is?"

Fulgrim also looked at him with inquiring eyes.

When Fabius cloned him, he used gene seeds that had not been contaminated. Therefore, his memory only lasted until the original body fell. He knew nothing about what happened after the fall.

"It's very simple, Cardia exploded." the mage said.

He reached out and pressed it on the table, and the original empire map emerged from the table, existing in the mid-air in the form of a light blue light curtain.

He Shenyan pointed to an area in the center and said: "This is where Cardia is, and not long ago, it exploded - the consequences of the aftermath are what we see now."

The map begins to change.

The galaxy was divided, and the entire empire was divided into two. The huge purple-black crack cut the empire across like a scar.

"We don't know why the destruction of Cadia has such serious consequences. But we can be sure of one thing. Astrocommunication and subspace navigation cannot be used because of the existence of this thing. What's even worse is that because of

Its existence means that evil things in the subspace can affect reality arbitrarily."

Fulgrim and Liktor's expressions became solemn in an instant, and they both knew what this meant.

"That is to say - the material realm is no longer stable. Those demons who once required sacrificial rituals to travel through the world we know now can use this as their back garden. If you think this is not bad enough

,It doesn't matter."

He Shenyan smiled: "There are countless Chaos warbands and corrupted mortal auxiliaries around us, and there are even many planets controlled by them."

"Are there any resistance forces near us? It's impossible for everyone to be corrupted by Chaos. There must be someone resisting." Fulgrim frowned and asked while thinking.

"Yes, and there are many."

He Shenyan's answer surprised everyone present, and Angron was the most surprised - the mage never told him about this.

"Why..." Angron couldn't help but ask. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Do you really want to hear me explain this?"

He Shenyan lay back, leaning on the chair, with an intriguing expression: "Let's talk about it first, it may make you a little embarrassed if we talk about it."

"Stop being so pretentious, tell me quickly, why do you always look like the Riddler!" Angron urged impatiently. "Let's get down to business!"

Fulgrim glanced at this unfamiliar brother and couldn't help but laugh: "You are still so impatient, my brother."

"Who is your brother?" Angron didn't bother to look at him, and made an insulting gesture to Fulgrim. "Don't think that you are not a sissy just because you have a scar on your face."

Fulgrim's face turned livid at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lictor said nothing. The interaction between the two primarchs was a kind of torture for him. The Shield Captain wished that he didn't have eyes and ears, so that he wouldn't have to see them as mortals.

——In his heart, they should be the most majestic demigods, always rational.

However, this is just a wishful thinking.

"Alright alright."

The mage shrugged: "In short, I can hear the prayers of many people now."

Golden flames flashed across the main control room, and the place became extremely quiet, you could even hear a pin drop. Everyone realized what he was talking about.

Only the mage's voice continued: "They are praying to him. Even while we are talking, there are many people chanting his name and dying happily."

"Too many deaths..." he sighed. "Their desperate cries and the prayers of those who still did not give up all reached my ears."

He said calmly: "I heard every sound and I saw every face."

"So, what are you now..." Angron struggled to find a suitable word. "His incarnation?"

"Do you think I look like me?" He Shenyan asked calmly. "It's just that he has mastered part of his spiritual energy. The assimilation of the nature of power will bring about such consequences. You can't take the benefits without bearing the consequences.

....”

After a long silence, Fulgrim asked: "The nearest... prayers to us, do you know their location?"

"Where do you think the Revenge is heading now?"

He Shenyan asked, and then stood up from the chair. His expression became a little gloomy, and he said, "It's just that I don't know if we can catch up. The Revenge is already moving at full speed."

He sat back on the chair again, as if thinking about something.

His brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and the air in the main control room even became a little viscous. It was enough to make a Forbidden Army like Lictor feel that his breathing was restricted - the air seemed to have turned into a viscous fluid, which made his lungs

Functionality is no longer smooth.

Fulgrim felt the same way, but he could see more than Liktor.

In Fulgrim's field of vision, the light around the mage gradually dimmed. Then, the wall disappeared.

He sat in the dark and disorderly Milky Way. The flames rose from his body and gradually spread to half of the starry sky. The flames ignited them, but they did not burn the entire universe. On the contrary, after the flames were extinguished, the universe became

The light is much brighter.

He Shenyan suddenly said: "Okay, I have a way for us to rush to that planet quickly."

He pointed at a dim star near the Great Rift on the map and took a deep breath.

"What are you going to do?" Angron asked.

"We can't sail through the warp right now, but I have an idea."

He Shenyan stood up.

"I can make it come over."

Fulgrim's eyes widened.

"what would you like?!"

Even when sailing at full speed, the Revenge was so stable that no tremors could be noticed. At this time, the Revenge suffered a violent impact - the impact did not come from the outside, but from the inside.

Fulgrim had to hold on to the armrests of the chair tightly to prevent him from losing his balance. He looked at the mage in surprise. His expression remained calm even after uttering the ravings of a madman, as if he was really trying to do this.

It's like putting things into practice.

He saw He Shenyan closing his eyes.

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"Emperor, protect me and let me kill a few more traitors before I die..." This is the simple prayer of an Astra Militarum soldier.

"Only death is the way." This is the firm and powerful chant of an Astartes.

"For the Emperor, for humanity, for our lost home planet!" This was the last cry of a Cadian soldier.

"Kill!" This is the roar of an Astartes trapped in the enemy's formation after killing him with red eyes.

On the distant planet Bandar, thousands of soldiers who were still resisting died one after another. Among them were Astra Militarum soldiers, Astartes, servants and monks of the Adeptus Mechanicus, Inquisitors, and

Psykers. Without exception, they are all dying.

Their numbers are too small compared to the traitors, and they lack reliable heavy firepower. After all, this is just an ancient hive world.

The Chaos warbands who are attacking them don't seem to be in a hurry. They are eating away at the defense power bit by bit, seeming to want to gain greater pleasure by making them desperate. There is no doubt that only Slaanesh can do such things.

Believers, these cowards who fully embrace the Lord of Joy are looked down upon by even the berserker warriors of Khorne.

Death and blood were everywhere, and people's corpses were played with by traitors wantonly. Their heads were skinned and hung.

Those traitors wearing sickly purple armor seemed to have completely forgotten their past glory. Their twisted limbs and pale skin all proved this. Some even went so far as to smear their faces with flesh and blood crazily in order to gain greater sensory stimulation.

The bottom floor of the hive city.

"How many usable artillery do we have? Forget it, forget it, move all the artillery to the bottom floor. Notify the priests of the Mechanicus and ask them to prepare those forbidden technologies. We can't control that much anymore! "

An Astartes without a helmet looked calmly at the Thinker computer in front of him, and the embalmed human brain in it gave an answer through rapid calculations.

"Sir, the order has been issued. We have forty-seven artillery pieces left. Do you need to manually control their transfer process?"

"No, that's not necessary. Move the artillery to the lowest level and aim at the weak points on the bottom layer. In addition, mobilize any remaining melt explosives or other similar things and place them at the weak points."

The three golden service nails on the Astartes' head were shining, and his face was full of gloom: "We will use our lives to lure as many traitors as possible to arrive here. Once you detect that something is wrong, let the artillery fire immediately, and then detonate all Melta explosives. Do you understand?"

The Thinker computer gave a cold, heartless affirmation: "As you wish, my lord."

The helmet he put aside began to vibrate, and Astartes quickly picked it up and put it to his ear. An anxious voice came from the communication channel: "The second level of the hive has been breached, Commander!"

"...Notify everyone and withdraw to the lowest level."

He glanced at the real-time map on the Thinker's computer, squinted his eyes, and said: "In addition, Lal, you bring five battle brothers to take charge of the rear. At least let the mechanical priests return to the bottom. I still need them to debug Artillery and explosives to protect them."

"I have received an order. Before I die, no mechanical priest will die in front of me."

"May the blood on your sword never dry up."

Astartes spoke an ancient blessing, and a smile appeared on his face, fleeting and full of blood.

Just when he was about to put on his helmet and personally cover the mechanical priests back to the ground floor, he heard a voice that seemed to come from an extremely distant place.

"Listen..."

What is this?! Could it be that those Chaos traitors have summoned daemons? Mind-affecting abilities? Damn it!

His mind was spinning, and he immediately rushed to the Thinker's computer and planned to issue an order to stop all the Astra Militarum on the second floor - as mortals, they could not resist the corruption of the demons. It was tragic, but this was reality. If the demons were really summoned, then they must all die on the second level of the hive.

However, that voice sounded so angry.

Cold anger, pure reason.

Astarte's eyes gradually became blank, and his soul gradually separated from his body. The strong sense of weightlessness made him panic in a rare moment, but the next second, he felt an unprecedented sense of peace of mind.

He was in the vast sea of ​​​​stars, and a golden flame was burning fiercely on the planet Bandar. Right in front of him.

He turned around and saw that he was crowded with people. There were Astra Militarum, there were Astartes, there were civilians who were not dead, there were Mechanic Priests. There were even brainless servitors, even the one made with human brains. The Thinker computers are among them. They are all floating among the stars.

what happened?

He did not ask, because the flame gradually took shape - a man walked out of it, and his face could not be seen clearly. His face was obscured by the flames, and people could only hear his angry roar: "Keep resisting, the Empire's

People!"

Who are you?

Tens of thousands of voices asked this, and there were many more questions.

The man didn't answer, he just stretched out a hand.

The next second, the star sea began to shake, the stars shifted, and golden light spots emerged from his outstretched hand. It seemed endless, and they formed a huge bridge across the entire galaxy.

Astartes felt a thorn in his back. He turned around and saw that Bandar Star had actually started to move!

The huge hive planet seemed to have wings, or someone was pushing it from behind. It was pushed all the way to the golden flame bridge, and the man's face became more and more clear. Astartes opened his eyes wide, thinking

You have to see his face clearly. At this moment, he returned to the real world.

But his voice still echoed in his ears: "Support will arrive soon... Keep hope, keep resisting!"