Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Can I ask you two noble Primarchs to be quiet for a moment?"

He Shenyan leaned back, lying on the chair with his eyes closed, and said softly: "I really can't imagine the reason why he did this."

Angron said inexplicably: "Reason? What reason?"

Fulgrim looked at him with a look that looked like an idiot: "Sometimes I really wonder if you only have the word "fight" in your mind..."

Angron was about to get up, but out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the mage's tired face. He was lying there quietly, as if he had fallen asleep. So he closed his mouth and just gave Fulgrim a look of disdain.

eyes and made a gesture at the same time.

Fulgrim stood up with a sneer and walked out of the main control room with Angron. Listening to their retreating footsteps, He Shenyan could use his toes to figure out what they were going to do.

childish......

But it was good this way, he could finally think quietly, and no longer had to endure these two guys who got together and started competing with each other to see who had the smellier mouth.

What the Emperor had just done was more than simply endorsing him on an official level - if that was all he had done, the wizard would have thought it was nothing. But he did not hesitate to use his psychic powers to span the warp and most of the galaxy.

, could it be just to give He Shenyan a good-looking name?

It's obviously more than that.

Combined with this, he said that he should be careful...

He Shenyan opened his eyes, and his pupils had turned pure gold.

Anyone who dares to look directly into these eyes will be burned by the flames in them - if you are not an evil thing in the subspace, then you will not feel anything. You will even receive some kind of encouragement, but if you

Be a degenerate or a traitor...

The changes that happened to him were far more than that. The Emperor generously helped him sort out some of the restless magic power in his body, and also gave him many ways to use psychic powers. Those methods are worth studying. Although psychic powers are different from magic powers,

It is a kind of spell-casting energy, but there is a huge difference between the two.

Magic is the power of human beings themselves, but psionic energy is different. Psychics originate from the subspace. What psykers do is actually to use their souls to guide the ownerless violent energy in the subspace to do it for themselves.

Anything. Essentially, the energy in the Warp is like a source of water, and psykers are natural holes.

However, the entrance to the cave is just the entrance to the cave. Without training, there are very few 'water sources' that can be mobilized. After training, the psykers become faucets from the cave entrance. They can use the power in the warp to destroy the empire.

power - however, it is not without cost.

That's subspace.

The Emperor's own spiritual power is as vast as the ocean, and the methods he generously gave to He Shenyan are essentially ways to enable him to better access the endless water resources in this ocean.

From this point of view, it can be said that he took great pains.

Is this a good thing? Yes.

But that's not it either.

The mage's idea is simple: What could make the emperor of mankind so anxious? Even if he spends his 'rest', he wants to get these things into his hands?

He must have foreseen something. No matter what he saw, the picture must have been extremely bad.

He Shenyan's fingers bounced up and down on the table, and then a burst of blue light enveloped him.

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"Good day, Captain Ezekiel."

"Good day, Chapter Master Inser."

Ezekiel looked at the Iron Serpents Chapter Leader sitting in front of him with some surprise. He was not wearing a helmet, and the three golden service nails on his forehead were very eye-catching. At this moment, they were in the canteen of the Astartes.

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It is also made of silver metal, but it does not look monotonous. The orderly tables, chairs and smooth floors have a different kind of beauty. At least, Ezekiel likes it here. He himself is a minimalist.

By.

Although most Astartes can go without food for long periods of time, who would really say no to a delicious meal?

"Excuse me, I don't want to waste food."

As he spoke, Ezekiel picked up a piece of unknown meat on the ceramic plate with a fork, and then stuffed the whole piece into his mouth. He must admit that this tasted much better than ant beef, that damn thing

If you eat it medium rare, it will even come alive. The limbs will scratch around in your mouth. Ezekiel can't get used to eating that thing.

"No, Brother Ezekiel. It was me who disturbed you."

Insel sat up straight, with his hands on his knees. At this time, he was twisting uneasily.

He took a deep breath.

"That's right, Brother Ezekiel. I'm here to ask you something."

Ezekiel raised his head and stared into Inser's firm eyes. He nodded, and after swallowing the food, he said clearly: "Speak everything you know."

Yinsel pursed his lips and said, "I want to meet with your Excellency. Who do I need to inform about this matter?"

After leaving the church, the brothers in the Chapter fell into a strange fanaticism - they were in high spirits and very passionate all day long, eager to devote themselves to the empire. But there is no need to fight now, so the Chapter

The number of injuries caused by sparring has become extremely high in a short period of time.

The Iron Snakes are a battle group with a long history. They are stationed in a star field. Therefore, the troops sent to support Cadian this time are not the whole group. They have a long tradition-each team has a pharmacist, not

As stipulated in the Codex Astartes, one for each company.

The pharmacists protect the lives of the brothers in the Chapter, and also make the Iron Snakes' battle casualty rate very low compared to other Chapters. They also recover a lot of gene seeds. From what aspects,

This is all a good thing.

However, this matter now gives Insel a bit of a headache.

Because... under the instigation of the priest, many brothers began to participate in brutal sparring. They seemed to want to prove their bravery in this way. After all, in the priest's words, "The holy man has been watching

Follow us!", so the pharmacists and the priests had some minor conflicts.

The priest's argument was that in the days when there was no battle, this was the only way to prove his loyalty and bravery. The pharmacists were not very happy about this, and several of them had just come to him, the chapter leader, to complain.

Insel didn't want to think of the specific verbal argument, but the reason was actually very simple: the medical room was full.

Those stubborn brothers refused to experience the automatic medical cabin on the Revenge, preferring to limp with bruises all over their bodies and rely on their own willpower to survive the pain. No need to ask, this is another masterpiece of the priest.

The priest righteously refuted the automatic medical cabin as "an unclean thing that will make the warriors mentally weak", and preached that "the ability to heal is a gift given to us by the Emperor, and we must use this gift to the fullest."

Only by being perfect can he live up to his painstaking efforts!'.

This is a hardship for the Apothecaries. Their duty is to protect the health of the brothers in the Chapter. This is something expressly stipulated in the Codex Astartes.

The priest was happy, and so were the soldiers. The only one who was unhappy was the pharmacist, and of course, Insel, who came to their door. He had been vomiting bitter water for three days, and there was nothing he could do.

He had no choice but to find the third captain of the Crimson Blade Chapter. He had to meet with that gentleman and ask him to come to the station to give a lecture. Otherwise, the fanatical atmosphere in the whole regiment would probably lead to them fighting

He worked hard without caring about his own life and died heroically.

It may even lead to non-combat attrition...that would be an incomparable shame!

As Chapter Master, Inser must consider the continuation of the Chapter. The longer the Chapter exists, the longer they can serve the Emperor. Also, if the Chapter suffers heavy losses during his tenure, he has the opportunity to

Why would you want to return to your home planet Itaka?

By then, he estimated that he would be scolded for a long time by those elders who had become fearless.

"You don't need to tell anyone, Brother Inser."

Since Inser did not call him by military rank, Ezekiel also used the word brother instead. In Astartes, this kind of title is the most common.

He smiled and shook his head: "If you want to see him, go and see him. Your Excellency doesn't care about that."

"How can this be so?!"

His attitude shocked Insel: "He is, after all, he is -"

Ezekiel looked at his appearance and couldn't help but chuckle. Insel's appearance reminded him of himself not long ago.

"Yes, he is a living saint, Brother Inser, but you don't have to be. To be honest, that gentleman won't like this."

The Battle of Bandar Star has been over for half a month, and they are rushing to another galaxy at this time.

Ezekiel used to be so anxious, but after a conversation, he understood. That Your Excellency is by no means the kind of person who demands everything. On the contrary, he is very easy-going.

"Please forgive me, I'm not mocking you, brother Ynsel. It's just that your appearance reminds me of my previous self."

Ezekiel smiled and said: "He is in the main control room, on the first deck. You only need to tell the central circle above our head where you want to go, and it will guide you."

"......So simple?"

Insel said in disbelief: "No, I mean...I, do I need to make any preparations?"

"Just pay attention to one thing: don't kneel down and worship him as a statue of a god. Your Excellency doesn't like that."

"I understand, thank you, brother Ezekiel." Insel solemnly made a sky eagle salute. "Come to our station when you have time, and I will treat you to a drink."

"It's just a trivial matter."

Ezekiel watched him go.

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"Turn left ahead and walk two hundred meters to reach your destination."

The unintelligible voice of the center of the magic circle sounded in Inser's ears, but at this moment, he seemed extremely nervous.

This kind of emotion is rare for Astartes, and for a veteran like him who has been fighting in the dark galaxy for more than three hundred years, it is almost impossible.

But Insel was very nervous, and he couldn't calm himself down. Two strong hearts were beating in his chest, and the sound even echoed on the bridge, as if it were some kind of unsettling omen.

The distance of two hundred meters passed by in an instant. Inser raised his hand and paused in the air. He wanted to knock on the door, but he didn't know which force was better. But to his embarrassment, his hand was only just a moment away.

Approach the door and it opens on its own.

A voice said: "Please come in."

Insel walked into the main control room stiffly. He was wearing an extremely solemn black robe. This was made by several technical sergeant brothers in the battle group after they heard that he was going to meet the captain. They got the materials overnight and rushed to make it.

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The Excellency in the church was sitting in the main control room, looking at him with some surprise: "Oh, it's you, Chapter Commander Yinsel. What do you want from me?"

"I, Your Excellency..."

The first second he saw those golden eyes, he had completely forgotten all the plans and drafts he had prepared. Insel couldn't help but began to curse his own stupidity in his heart - you are representing

The dignity of all the brothers in the group! How could you be so rude?

Faced with his embarrassment, He Shenyan laughed.

"You don't have to be so formal. You are a distinguished Brother Astartes and a Chapter Master. Why do you need to talk to me in such a manner?"

"You represent Him after all..."

"No, I am me and He is Him." He Shenyan raised his eyebrows.

"Just talk to me normally. There must be something wrong with you coming to visit me, right? Is there something on the Revenge that goes against your ancient traditions? Yes, I didn't think well. It doesn't matter, just tell me.

I'll make adjustments for you."

"No, no, no."

Yinsel quickly shook his head: "No, it's absolutely nothing. I just want to ask you..."

He glanced at He Shenyan carefully and said: "Can you go to our station? Many brothers in the war group are in a fanatical mood. I think if you can give a lecture, the situation should be better.

A lot."

Ah, this...

The mage blinked in embarrassment. He was most afraid of this kind of situation, but he had to give the Astartes and the Astra Militarum a reasonable explanation - he couldn't say that you all had a dream at the same time.

?

What dream could bring a star battleship...

Therefore, he announced his identity to everyone during this half-month voyage: he was the captain of the Revenge, a living saint personally certified by the Emperor, and his messenger.

No one denies this, and there are even some more exaggerated rumors circulating in the public. For example, he is actually the incarnation of the emperor, etc. It is not impossible that it is more exaggerated than this, but what can he do?

Mouths grow on people's bodies.

His silence was misunderstood by Yinsel as some other reaction. Just when the chapter leader gritted his teeth and planned to plead guilty and leave, and return to the quiet room to severely punish his performance, He Shenyan spoke.

: "That's no problem, just set a time."

"What...? Really? You really want to?"

"What's the point?" the mage said thoughtfully. "Since I have gained this power, I think I have to take some responsibilities."