Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The Empire of Man.

A huge force spanning the galaxy, its internal composition is so complex that millions of words cannot describe it clearly. But if you need an exact description, the following one will be suitable.

"A slowly dying empire."

The reason for this is that there are countless historians who can wave their arms and talk to the questioner.

They can give countless different answers, and they can discuss this for years or even centuries, but they will definitely mention one thing that cannot be avoided, one thing that directly caused the empire to decline from the golden age to what it is today.

The thing about the huge corpse that is slowly dying...

A rebellion.

The truth has been lost in time, like most of the history of the Empire. But the result is still very obvious. The most serious consequence of the rebellion is that the Lord of Mankind can only survive on his throne.

Unable to move.

At the same time, large numbers of rebel troops began to attack the empire. No matter what their purpose was or what the reason was, in short, the empire was divided.

Humanity is no longer united, and technology has fallen far behind and cannot even develop. Ignorance and lies are rampant in the Empire. All this is because the Emperor was seriously injured enough to kill him and had to sit in that chair...

....suffered from torture.

And now, he's down - but his injuries haven't recovered.

Between the thrones, the inner room.

It should always be bright here, but due to the mage's action of connecting the star torch, a large area of ​​energy transmission pipelines was burned down. The only remaining servitors are carrying out disaster relief and clearing the ruins outside, and the lighting of the palace is not on their to-do list.

This is also the Emperor's wish.

Only some candles were lit, and they emitted a small but still bright light. He Shenyan squatted imagelessly on the huge steps of the Golden Throne, looking at the emperor with disgust on his face.

"...You called me here just to let me watch you cook a meal?"

"This is a technique that came from thousands of years ago and has been lost for a long time. It is no exaggeration to say that now I am the only one who knows how to cook this delicacy."

The emperor patted the lamb leg in front of him with his fingers while refuting the mage's words righteously. The marinade seeped into the texture of the lamb with his movements, and he nodded with satisfaction.

"With all due respect, great Emperor."

He Shenyan looked at the leg of lamb, then raised his head and asked: "Is it possible that the reason why this technique was lost is because the unification war you launched caused the extinction of sheep and other animals? There is no such thing in the world now.

Sheep, the leg of lamb in front of you comes from my raw material warehouse, and I bought it with my own money."

"You are always picking up people's old wounds...At that time, only unity was the most important. I can no longer tolerate the meaningless internal strife of mankind. If you don't mention this, then I will wait for you."

How about I give you more meat?"

"Deal, I want the best part."

Like the mage, the emperor also squatted on the steps in an imageless manner. In front of him were a chopping board, some bowls and marinades, and an unburned fire. Looking at his posture,

The lord of mankind must have wanted to have a roast leg of lamb under his throne.

I don’t know what those devout believers will think when they see this scene.

After a while, the marinade was applied. The emperor put the leg of lamb aside to let the marinade spread out naturally, and then began to play with the pile of firewood. He Shenyan looked at him, then at the leg of lamb, and reluctantly

He kept asking: "Do you really know what you are doing?"

"I'm preparing a roast leg of lamb."

"No, what I mean is -" He Shenyan raised his hand and pointed at the door between the thrones. "-What do you think Guilliman would think if he walked in now and saw this scene?"

"He would be very surprised, no, maybe I should call it shocked."

The emperor said calmly: "His impression of me will be affected. This huge shock, which is almost like a fright, will make him stunned for a few seconds. He should feel that he is dreaming. After all, I am a person who will call me indifferently."

A person who uses his own sons as tools. He will be suspicious and can't help but question me out of doubt in his heart."

"But, eventually, he will sit down and share this roast leg of lamb with us." He smiled softly. "...And I will go out of my way to give him more."

"What a wonderful father."

"Your sarcastic skills need to be improved, mage." The emperor smiled and began to drill wood to make fire. "However, I am indeed not a good father, I am not even a father."

The smile faded, and the sound of rubbing sticks sounded, monotonous and boring.

"It seems you are still self-aware."

The mage coughed, and the almost solid golden blood fell to the ground with this cough, and quickly turned into blue smoke and disappeared. Seeing this scene, He Shenyan shook his head: "The assimilation phenomenon began to become

It’s getting serious.”

"Everything has its price, and I thought you knew that."

"Of course I know, but I didn't expect it to be so violent. Connecting to the Star Torch...ha." He couldn't help laughing. "If I were to make a list of the things I have done, pick the ten most

Crazy things, this one should be at the top.”

"This is not even number one?" The emperor was a little surprised. "What else have you done that could be crazier than this?"

"Let me think."

The mage pondered for a while, and then spoke like a barrage of words: "Before I mastered magic, I had a little friction with a devil. It thought that I was a material that could be made, and its heart was filled with anger and anger.

Hated. So it set up a bet and asked me to choose between a friend I had just met at the time and a stranger I had never met."

"What to choose?"

The mage glanced at the emperor: "You are asking knowingly, what else could it be? Of course it is to choose who of them lives and who dies."

"Did you choose?"

"No."

He Shenyan raised his right hand, observed the veins in his palm, and said casually: "I didn't choose anyone, so they both died. Then there was a child and a man, I didn't choose, and they died too. Then

It was a mother and her newborn child. I still remember that after she understood everything, she begged me to let me kill her."

"...I still have no choice."

"A child who is seriously ill, with an alcoholic father who often beats her and her mother. As long as I choose my father to die, that child will be cured."

"A pedophile priest, and a clueless, demented child attending a school for the mentally retarded."

"A kind old man, and a kind-hearted person who often knocks on his door and brings him food."

"How did it find so many people? Is it an illusion?"

"No, it's true." He Shenyan curled his lips. "I was in a small town at the time, and they were all local residents."

"This kind of multiple-choice question lasted for three days. In the end, it started to have no way to deal with me. So it asked me to do the last multiple-choice question. It brought about a series of evil, extremely evil, even if I didn't make a choice

A murderer who will die of a heart attack in three minutes. Then let me choose between him and myself."

He Shenyan put down his hands very calmly: "...I still had no choice. It collapsed. It ran away, leaving a whole town of corpses and me. After that, I was found by people from the church.

And took them away. They wanted to determine how I survived, but I didn't say anything. So they started using magic and physical means to force me to tell the truth, but I still didn't say anything."

"A year later, the people in the church also collapsed. They released me, and I started wandering. Another half a year later...I went to learn magic. Two years later, I went to hell,

Found the devil."

"The story ends here." The mage clapped his hands and smiled at the emperor.

"Why doesn't it just kill you?"

"It doesn't dare," the Master said. "The people in the church don't dare either."

He Shenyan lowered his head and watched the emperor pick up the leg of lamb and start grilling it: "There are many reasons, ha, but it's a pity that I didn't understand the main reason until now."

His eyes reflected the fire of the pyre, and the emperor said nothing. He made no evaluation, expressed his feelings, judged why He Shenyan did not choose, or even showed mercy. From this point of view, he was a

Very good listener.

Half an hour later, the leg of lamb was roasted, and they divided it among themselves. The emperor's skills were good, and he controlled the heat just right.

The emperor sighed with satisfaction: "I haven't really eaten food in ten thousand years, and I haven't even taken a nutrient solution. This is a very rare experience for me."

"Then it's time to get down to business."

He nodded to the mage, and then stood up. He was full of energy, and the mediocre leg of lamb seemed to have completely recovered him, but this should be impossible.

"I hope you won't let Angron and Fulgrim fight." He Shenyan closed his eyes tiredly. "I want to rest for a while."

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