Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Frank naturally wouldn't think that He Shenyan came to him to reminisce about the past. He had a file in his mind and established an analysis mechanism for everyone. He didn't get along with the Master much, but he also had many descriptions and personalities.

Analysis and psychological profiling.

——Frankly speaking, he thought that He Shenyan must have given him some task when he came here.

This made his eyes light up.

He Shenyan smiled helplessly when he saw that look in his eyes. How could he not know Frank's character? He shook his head and said, "You guessed it right, that's right, Frank. I do have a task for you."

."

Goodbye, Guilliman.

Without hesitation, Frank put Guilliman aside. He hung the combat dagger back on his waist and asked: "Where? Who to kill? How many to kill?"

"...No, no. This time I am not asking you to kill people, but to save people, Frank."

Frank frowned: "Rescue?"

"That's right." The mage smiled softly. "But this process will definitely not let you down. How about it? Do you want to join?"

"Save who?"

"A group of people who didn't deserve to die."

The mage's voice became erratic, like dust scattered in the universe. But the voice was so powerful that it penetrated directly through the curtain between reality and illusion, bringing Frank's spirit to another realm.

The golden light pierced the dark clouds above the head, shining on the tattered earth. The ground was as miserable as if it had been bombed continuously for several months. Among the gaps in the deep pits, there were scattered scattered pieces that had been worn away.

Flesh and bones that became dust.

They lay together, both lifeless. But their spirits were still fighting endlessly in this place. Standing here, Frank took a deep breath of the air that still had the aftertaste of blood, and his expression began to change slightly.

He Shenyan suddenly appeared next to him without any warning. He seemed to have existed here forever, blending perfectly with the surrounding environment.

However, with his appearance, the thick and strange clouds were torn apart even more seriously. Golden light fell on the earth and also on the mage. He raised his hand, gently pulled a bunch, and threw it away.

Toward the distance.

"Do you know where this is, Frank?"

"...I can guess it."

Where else could it be?

Throughout the entire galaxy, killings and blood are everywhere. It is not unusual for the soil of the planet to be composed of corpses. But there is only one place where there are so many Astartes corpses.

Yin Stefan No. 3.

Where the rebellion began.

From this planet, Warmaster Horus and his ambition began to slide into the abyss, and he fell into the deepest depths of hell. The empire fell apart, and the bright future of mankind was destroyed. The demigods and their descendants fought against each other,

The Lord of Humanity has endured thousands of years of torture on his cold throne.

"what do you want to do?"

"It's not what I want you to do, Frank. It's what you want to do."

He Shenyan smiled meaningfully: "Their lives should not have been cut off, what do you think? They died at the hands of their compatriots and were injured by the sword from behind. What a cruel ending is this? However, they never surrendered."

The scene around him began to change rapidly, passing by Frank's eyes like torn rags. In the blink of an eye, he was back in his spaceship. But Yinster still remained in his nasal cavity.

The smell on Fan No. 3.

Blood and fire, loyalty and death.

He narrowed his eyes, and He Shenyan's figure gradually disappeared in front of his eyes. The arrival of the mage was as abrupt as his disappearance: "Go... Frank, go to Yin Stefan No. 3."

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Guilliman had been a little uneasy all day today, which was a rare occurrence. He felt that it was probably because of Yin Frene's behavior that had crossed the line. This made him a little sullen, and he planned to give her a little more when they next met.

Taste the bitterness.

However, what really made him angry was Frank's communication.

"What do you mean you don't want the mission anymore? I just picked one out for you!"

"Yin Stefan 3?! What are you doing there?"

"Help? Damn it, do I look like a fool, Frank? There's no one alive in that place?! Frank! Frank!"

Guilliman tried his best to suppress the urge to throw the portable personal terminal on the floor. The longer he dealt with Frank, the less and less he could restrain his emotions when facing him. Frank Castle always had a certain temper.

The ability can make everyone popular.

Guilliman highly doubted that even Vulkan, who was known for his good temper, would be angered to death by Frank.

He grimly began to call Frank back - the communication of the portable personal terminal does not rely on electronic signals or other things, it relies on the built-in array. The distance between Macragge's Glory and Terra Space Station is not enough.

The array cannot communicate.

However, his communications were rejected time and again by Frank. Guilliman was not surprised by this result, but he was still angry.

"Why is he always like this!"

He waved his arms angrily, but fortunately no one saw this, otherwise his image might have suffered a big decline.

"Emperor, why is he always unwilling to listen to my arrangements? Isn't a perfect plan inferior to his on-the-spot performance?"

"Maybe it's because he has his own ideas."

A voice appeared in his office, followed immediately by a figure slowly emerging from the air. Guilliman frowned at first, and then relaxed. He stood up in surprise, walked out of the table and gave a speech to the person in front of him.

A hug from someone: "What!"

"...If you have anything to say, Guilliman, please send me away first. Besides, we don't seem to be that familiar, right?"

Guilliman smiled awkwardly, let go of his hand and took a step back.

The mage straightened his black robe and then spoke: "I'm sorry to disrupt the mission arrangement you gave him, but I asked him to go to Yin Stefan 3."

"Why? That planet is already a dead planet."

Facing Guilliman's question, the mage just smiled mysteriously. Most of the time, he didn't want to be a Riddler, but he liked to see people thinking.

"Some people shouldn't die like this, right? Besides, the universe we live in is a world where science and magic coexist. Whether you admit it or not, Guilliman, sometimes there are always things that cannot be explained by science.

Things. From this point of view, you may need to broaden your horizons."

As if out of interest, he changed the subject and naturally opened up an issue that shocked Guilliman: "Are you interested in learning magic from me, Robert Guilliman?"