Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Inser and his warriors were sitting upright in the church where the Ezekiels once sat. This originally small church also had the function of space folding after being placed on the Revenge.

Four hundred and seventy people are far out of reach.

They sat upright and even tried to keep their breathing rate as steady as possible, lest they disturb the man on the bulletin board.

However, he was not making a proclamation, nor was he praying to anyone.

He is thinking.

Golden light radiated from his body and floated all the way to the stained glass window at the top of the church. The mottled light fell on the man, reflecting him like a god. For Inser, he even wanted to use the word 'like'

Take it away.

Not long after, the man opened his eyes. He smiled apologetically at the Astartes: "I dealt with some things, which delayed a little time. I hope this didn't keep you waiting too long."

"wait......"

Inser got stuck. He raised his hand in embarrassment, and then put it down. He originally wanted to imitate the Astartes models in ancient books and say some elegant and philosophical sentences. But he himself was very knowledgeable about literature.

He didn't know anything about it, so he had to make a huge turn, almost killing Malish who was sitting next to him.

"—It's worth it, my lord."

What am I talking about?

"You don't have to call me Sir, I've already said it once. I'm not the person you imagined." The man nodded slightly. "I'm a mage, you can call me He Shenyan."

No one answered him, and the Astartes looked at each other.

Seeing this, He Shenyan frowned: "Is there any problem?"

"No, sir, there's no problem. It's just that it would be too blasphemous to call you by your name." Insel said cautiously.

"...I knew it would be like this."

He Shenyan curled his lips and looked at every face in the audience. Their helmets were all taken off by him and placed neatly on his left knee. Some were handsome, while others were scarred.

A total of four hundred and seventy Astartes looked at him with the same expectant eyes.

He knew what they were expecting: a confirmation.

Every Brother Astartes may have been looking forward to this answer.

But He Shenyan would not give the answer they wanted. His heart was as cold as stone. So he opened his mouth, ready to tell the truth - at this moment, the stained glass shattered.

The sunlight that should not have existed on the Revenge was now all over him, and his face was covered by a soft golden light that was so powerful just by looking at it. A pair of huge, made of pure spiritual energy.

Golden wings made of energy condensed on his back.

Hymns were playing in the air, tens of millions of voices recited the Emperor's name with joy, and more golden light fell from the sky.

Inser stared at this scene blankly, tears falling from his eyes. The same was true for his brothers. These Astartes monks piously lowered their noble heads and wept silently.

He heard the only remaining priest in the war group mumbling to himself, his voice containing strong joy but also crying: "My Lord..."

The mage didn't speak, he just raised his head and glanced at the broken stained glass spire.

Is this what you want?

This status will save you a lot of verbal arguments, which I think is necessary.

True, but I don't want to assume your identity.

You won't, I have sent an order from Terra... you will become the new living saint.

If I remember correctly, this requires joint approval from the Inquisition and the Imperial Ecclesiarchy.

They are not qualified to approve your achievements, just do what you want to do... I, need to rest... pay attention to the danger... They are very interested in you.

I know.

He Shenyan lowered his head, and the golden light filled the entire church. He flapped his glorious wings and left only one sentence: "Serve me for the time being, warriors of the Iron Snake Chapter...

..The Empire needs you."

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"Are you kidding?!"

Bardos II, the new imperial pope, roared and smashed a wine glass that was considered a holy object at the servitor who was delivering the message. The poor unconscious creature was smashed to pieces by Bardos' enhanced limbs and fell to the ground, not knowing whether it was alive or dead.

.Soon he was pulled away by two other servitors.

Baldos II's voice was extremely sharp: "His Majesty the God-Emperor is awake?! He also announced a new living saint?! Unheard of, unheard of!"

"He's awake. Why doesn't he come and talk to his most devout believers, but instead announces such a ridiculous order? I don't believe it! I want to meet the God-Emperor!"

A voice suddenly sounded in his room, cold and unquestionable: "You are not religious, Bardos II. Otherwise, you would not have done so many evil things under the guise of faith, nor would you have openly opposed it.

Prime Minister Lev Tyrone’s Provisions for Reform.”

"Who? Who's talking?!"

A giant walked out of the shadow. The shadow did not originally exist in Bardos' room. It was his power that created this shadow. We can say that - he is the master of the shadow.

Bardos II's eyes swept over his sharp, bat-like helmet, and his attitude suddenly became more restrained: "How did you get to me? And why did you say that? This is a very serious slander.

."

"It seems you have heard of me."

The giant replied coldly: "I never slander others. You have indeed done these things, Bardos II."

The Pope pressed his fingers frantically on his chair, wanting to call in the armed forces belonging to the state church to rescue him from this dangerous situation. However, no matter how many times he pressed the button, no one came to push him away.

The door to his room took him away from this giant.

"Don't waste your efforts, leave yourself some dignity." The giant sighed gloomily: "Religion is indeed the most ignorant thing. And this empire actually needs moths like you to maintain stability..."

When Baldos heard this, his expression changed. The timid politician roared angrily: "Take your words back! We believe in the God Emperor, we are loyal to the God Emperor, and we are by no means the worms in your mouth! If

How could the common people survive the continuous malice if they lacked fanatical faith in Him?"

The Pope stood up from his chair, pushed all the gorgeous decorations and various sacred relics on his table to the ground, pointed at the giant's nose and roared crazily: "I believe in Him, and I am loyal to the Empire wholeheartedly.

!You are an executioner who jumped out of nowhere and kills human beings everywhere!"

"I only kill people who deserve to die...but you're lucky."

The giant gave him a gloomy smile: "You were not present when I killed Baldos Lester, otherwise I would kill his son together - you and your son are really deeply rooted in the state church...

Bardos II?”

"Prepare to die."

A moment later, the Imperial Regent, Robert Guilliman, walked into the room. Even he could not help but be surprised by the luxury of the state religion.

There are precious holy relics everywhere here, and some even possess extremely powerful power - and this power cannot be inspired by Bardos II and his father. They could have been given to those who really need them.

Bring stability to more humans.

Thinking of this, Guilliman couldn't help but snorted angrily.

The giant was still standing in the room, he retracted his arm, and Baldos II was swallowed by the shadow. This scene made Guilliman frown, and he said: "You remind me of one of my brothers."

"oh?"

"His name is Corax." A fleeting smile appeared on Guilliman's face. "Like you, he can come and go freely in the shadows, and he also likes to incarnate himself into gods.

A sexual animal."

"You call yourself the bat, he calls himself the crow."

"I don't call myself Bat..." the giant said calmly. "It's a title, a name derived from someone else. I'm just an impostor, I don't even have my own name.

"

"You talk too badly about yourself."

"It's a fact. I'm a clone." The giant smiled slightly. This rare smile was not gentle, but looked very cold. "If you want, you can call me Crane Samples."

Guilliman stared at his new brother, and a sense of irony made him laugh. He rarely smiled so peacefully, and political affairs kept him distracted and consumed most of his energy.

He smiled and said: "That's a good name - then it's time for me to get down to business."

He came to the Pope's chair. His own terminal had a unique verification method, and Crane Samples had already disarmed it. Needless to say, the method. Guilliman quickly used the method that he did not meet.

Terminal-sized fingers issued a brand new announcement, an announcement about a new living saint.

The tribunal's certification appears at the end of the declaration.

"Then, this is considered completed."

Guilliman stood up, and a man in black walked in. He first saluted Crane Samples and Guilliman with an eagle. Then little by little, he changed to just dead, or even

The appearance of Baldos II, whose body was swallowed up by the shadows.

Ignoring him, Guilliman smiled and said to Crane Samples: "I am actually very much looking forward to meeting him. The person who can be so valued by my cold and ruthless father must be an outstanding hero."

.”

"I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."

"oh?"

"He is not the kind of person you imagined." Crane Samples shook his head. "You may not like him either."

Guilliman said noncommittally: "Seeing is believing, my brother."

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"So, you are now an officially certified living saint?"

Angron smiled from ear to ear. He put his feet up on the table in the main control room and laughed loudly: "I knew he would 'make the best use of everything', how could he let you be so useful?"

What if the labor force is ignored?”

"Shut up, or I'll make you stay in the hangar and watch them fight next time."

Angron immediately shut up.

Fulgrim seemed very melancholy, unlike Angron who was heartless. Phoenix had been silent since returning from the planet Bandar, always holding Thor Tarvitz's sword.

However, mocking Angron was still what he had to do. Fulgrim said lightly: "Some idiots just don't know what it means to look at people's faces."

"Do you feel comfortable burning your own son?"

The corners of Fulgrim's eyes twitched, and he stood up suddenly, pointing Sol Tarvitz's sword at Angron: "Say one more word! I swear to Him! I swear to all my dead heirs.

Swear! If you say one more word, I will immediately fight to the death with you!"

He Shenyan looked at the two of them calmly and did not say anything to stop them.

And Angron...he stared into Fulgrim's eyes. After feeling the suppressed grief and anger in those eyes, the original body of the World-Eating Brave put away all the deliberate malice and anger.

Ridiculing, he apologized sincerely: "It was my fault, Fulgrim. I apologize to you."

"...."

Phoenix didn't say anything. He sat down and stroked the edge of his dead heir's sword with two fingers.

Angron continued his apology: "I hope you can forgive me for my previous behavior. You can ask me one thing. If you are still angry. I don't really want to make fun of your heir. This is just

A confirmation.”

"Angron..."

"What?"

"You're such a fucking bitch."

Fulgrim cursed harshly, and Angron was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.