Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

With an expression that made Sanguinius's blood pressure rise, Angron nodded as it should be: "But I won."

"...What if you lose?"

"I won't lose."

"You cannot discuss this with me on the basis of an uncertain outcome, Angron."

Sanguinius's expression gradually became serious: "Our plastic cannon can completely cleanse the demons on the surface, and can even use the pattern array to track life to disperse and attack them. Moreover, if you wear power armor and go down

If you fight them, I will think you are not looking for death."

Angron turned his head and curled his lips where Sanguinius couldn't see him, but he still heard the 'tsk' sound.

The archangel immediately frowned: "We are discussing a very serious issue now! I know you are unhappy because you cannot rebuild your legion, but you can't joke with your life just to vent your anger!"

"I'm not kidding with my life..."

Seeing that he was really angry, Angron immediately put on a sincere apology: "I don't need to pay the price of 'risking my life' to deal with them...Okay, okay, I'll give you my sincere apology.

I promise, this won’t happen again.”

Sanguinius stared at him for a while before nodding, reaching out and taking out his portable personal terminal. This precious new technology is currently only owned by a few people in the entire empire.

The fact that it can do it is so scary, even though the name sounds like some cheap assembly line product, in fact...

Sanguinius pressed the button on the side of the personal terminal, and then clicked a few times on the screen. A man's voice sounded from the personal terminal: "Klan Samples...who is calling me?

"

"It's me, Sanguinius."

The archangel slowed down his tone to avoid bringing his dissatisfaction with Angron into the new conversation. He said: "Where have you been, Crane?"

"There are still three star sectors away from you. You don't have to expect me to arrive within a week at least." Crane's voice was as cold as ever. "Also, has Frank contacted you?"

Sanguinius and Angron looked at each other.

"no, what happened?"

"He said that He came back and gave him a task."

Angron raised his eyebrows and shook his head firmly: "I don't believe it. This must be an excuse for him to go out and work alone. Why didn't He come to me first when he came back?"

Sanguinius was shocked by his matter-of-fact tone, and turned to look at him with a strange expression.

"..."

On the other end of the personal terminal, even Crane was silent. It took several seconds for him to speak again: "I don't think Frank will use this kind of thing as an excuse. He is more stubborn than us in some aspects. In addition, he said that he

I have to go to Yin Stefan 3."

"What's he doing there?"

"He didn't tell me, but as far as I know, Fulgrim is also on that planet, right?"

Faced with Crane's question, Angron rolled his eyes: "Yes, the noble young master stayed on that planet for three years. He ran over as soon as the battle to defend Terra was over, huh. I don't know about him.

What are you doing there..."

"My personal advice is..."

Crane's voice gradually became louder and echoed.

Sanguinius knew that this was because he wore his own helmet. The helmet used by Crane Sample distorted his voice into some kind of horrific echo so that he could inflict fear on his enemies. This was always the case.

It reminded Sanguinius of another brother.

And both of them also like bats the same.

"...Change course and head to Yin Stefan 3."

"Why?"

The man who put on the helmet and transformed into Batman said: "Because, according to my calculations, there is a 75% chance that Frank will conflict with Fulgrim. You'd better arrive at the scene to mediate. If it happens, you can

Verify whether He is really back."

He hung up the communication.

"Have we not finished talking yet?" Angron asked with dissatisfaction. "Why did he hang up like this?"

Sanguinius shook his head: "Have some basic patience with your brother, Angron. You also know his character. It's probably because he saw something that needs to be solved on the road...or

people."

"What you said makes me sympathize with the things he needs to solve."

With a sneer, Angron stood up - he kept saying it, but he was still willing to obey Crane's orders. After all, that gloomy guy had never made any mistakes.

Considering that he was not good at using his brain, Angron decided to listen.

There's no harm in it anyway.

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Three star sectors away, a small ship stopped on a certain hive planet. It did not send a request for parking or landing to the hive city, but directly connected to its orbit. Behavior

He was no different from a robber, but no one in the hive noticed it, not even the computer itself knew about it.

In the cab, a dark figure was making plans before the battle.

He is only one person, and his enemy is probably the entire world.

Hive cities, generally speaking, are highly populated giant cities, ranging from a few billion to hundreds of billions of people. They are giant cities standing on the remains of the planet, and may extend several kilometers from top to bottom.

.

Crane is very familiar with this kind of world - the hive often reminds him of Gotham. The same sins, the same people at the top enjoying everything, and the people at the bottom paying everything.

But, he is not Batman.

He can kill people.

He raised his hand and pressed a button in the cockpit. Amidst a series of complex instrument reports, Crane set the transmission time to one minute later, and the location was the bottom floor of the hive city in front of him.

.He is here on a mission.

The original Tribunal has been completely destroyed, and the entire Tribunal has been thoroughly purged from top to bottom. No inquisitor of any faction is exempt from purging, and Crane is the inquisitor of the inquisitors. He has unique

His ability allows him to see through people's hearts, and nothing can hide his heart under that ability.

Only a few truly innocent Inquisitors survived, and they were absorbed into a new organization. This organization has not yet been named, but what it does is actually not much different from that of the Inquisition. The leader is Crane

.

In other words, he had to rebuild a tribunal.

This is a arduous job that seems to have no end in sight. You must know that the work of the judges is not as easy as described in the novels circulating on the black market.

It's like driving a ship to a planet and falling in love with the beautiful silver-haired governor of the planet. After that, you can easily solve the Chaos conspiracy and become a hero... Well, maybe some people have done this, but they are only a few.

Most inquisitors investigate and collect evidence silently. They have no names or surnames, and they dig through countless mysteries, and finally find the factors that may threaten humanity and eliminate them. From this point of view, they are actually pretty good.

Go to some kind of doctor.

Because of this, people who become inquisitors must have certain special qualities. Moreover, considering that this institution has been corrupted once, Crane has raised the requirements even higher this time. Of course, he knows that there are dark sides of human nature.

It's deeply ingrained, and because of this, he can't relax.

Not even for a moment.

With a flash of blue light, he disappeared into the cockpit. When he reappeared, he was already standing in a shanty town on the ground floor of the hive city. It was dark night by definition on the planet, and people were sleeping. There was no entertainment for the people at the bottom.

Activities, in fact, there's even a curfew enforced here.

The purpose is of course to crack down on gangs - but does it really have any effect?

The readings on the retina clearly showed the existence of a sentry 700 meters ahead. There were twelve Astra Militarum soldiers and seven fighter servitors there. This kind of firepower was enough for the gangs at the bottom of the hive city.

.....usually enough.

Crane lifted up his cloak calmly, and the night obliterated his figure. The use of talent was as natural as breathing and drinking water, and the distance of 700 meters was covered silently in just two seconds.

He arrived at the sentry gate and stood in front of the Astra Militarum and the battle servitors, with spotlights and heavy machine guns on his head. However, no one noticed him.

Crane stared at the twelve Astra Militarum soldiers standing guard with cold eyes. Their positioning was very particular and meticulous. They could ensure that everything was covered, and they could quickly huddle together to form a concentrated fire when danger came.

Very good in combat...not bad.

Nodding silently, he left here again like a ghost. Walking forward, the intricate and maze-like environment of the nest did not let him get lost.

He came all the way to a deep cave, which was very hidden. The scanning function of the eyepiece told him that there were seventy-six gangsters recuperating inside.

That's it for now.

Crane stepped in. The sentry guy sitting at the door did not notice his approach. He was holding a small square object in his hand, and two long wires extended from it and inserted into the socket on the back of his head. It was obvious that he had passed by.

Transformation.

As for what he was watching, Crane didn't even need to think about it - it was nothing more than a series of 'black market videos' that could bring excitement, and the content was all-encompassing. From simple physical pleasure to more terrifying experiences

Everything is available.

Yes, this thing will attract Slaanesh's gaze.

Crane stretched out his hand, and the icy cold air instantly destroyed the sentinel's brain. His eyes rolled up, and he leaned on the back of the chair with his mouth wide open. Drool flowed from his mouth, and his hand tilted down weakly, and the man was already dead.

.

This is the first one.

He walked into the depths of the cave - the night was still long and the killing would continue. For him, this was just a small part of a long work. Crane still didn't know what he was about to encounter here.

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"Keep your breathing steady."

Guilliman did as he was told.

"Close your eyes."

He closed his eyes.

"Do you feel it?"

What do you feel?

He shook his head in confusion. However, the next second after shaking his head, thousands of tiny light spots floating in the air appeared in front of his eyes. Guilliman could still see them even though his eyes were closed. This

The sight that went against common sense stunned him.

"Don't be stunned, try to think about it, and let the light point closest to you float over."

How to do this?

Guilliman was at a loss for a while before he started to 'think'. This kind of behavior that completely challenged his understanding of the world was naturally very difficult to implement. Fortunately, after a few minutes, he succeeded. A tiny point of light.

Floating over, he naturally raised his hand and held it in his palm.

"Not bad, open your eyes."

Opening his eyes, he saw the mage standing opposite him with a helpless expression, holding a heavy iron rod in his hand.

"Open your hand and let me see."

Guilliman obediently opened his right hand, and a crystal clear white light point floated above his palm, glowing slightly and bringing some warmth. He Shenyan looked at it with disgust and sighed.

.

"Why only one..." He shook his head. "This shouldn't be."

"...Is this good or bad?" Guilliman asked.

"Of course it's bad."

He Shenyan said without mercy: "This means that the magic power you can absorb is very limited, tsk. My expectation for you is more than three."

For some reason, Guilliman suddenly had the illusion of returning to his childhood when he was learning with an open mind. However, at that time, he had never been criticized by anyone. He could learn everything instantly, and this was the first time.

A certain desire to win gradually arose in Guilliman's heart.

He said in a deep voice: "Can you do it again?"

"let's talk tomorrow."

The mage rejected his proposal and handed him the iron rod. Guilliman stretched out his hand to hold it and asked puzzledly: "What's the use of this?"

"Try to pour the magic into it, just like I told you. Close your eyes and carefully feel the possible connection between this iron rod and the magic. You must learn this, Guilliman, otherwise the subsequent lessons will be yours.

There will be great difficulties... I don't have time to start with the basics, let's try to run before we walk."

As the mage rambled on, Guilliman gradually calmed down. He felt it carefully just as He Shenyan said. At this moment, he gradually abandoned his deep-rooted understanding of the world that he had formed in the past.

Instead, it takes a completely new perspective.

——As if he had a sudden enlightenment, he was surprised to find that the world in front of him was different.

The iron rod in his hand seemed to be breathing, and the strange scene made his skin crawl. Then, he suddenly noticed a slight disharmony in the composition of the round iron rod - it seemed to be missing something.

.

Unable to help himself, Guilliman 'pressed' the magic light point in as naturally as breathing.

There was a burning sting in his hand. He opened his eyes and found that the iron rod was burning with flames.

"Not bad..." He Shenyan finally smiled. "At least you are very talented in enchanting."

"Enchanted?"

"Yeah, enchanting... this is just the most basic way to add lethality to the weapon. Once you get familiar with it, you can also make various enhancements to the power armor. Of course, enchanting and gain spells also have something in common, maybe

You are also quite talented in buffing spells..."

He Shenyan nodded thoughtfully: "Do you want to learn the power of Titan? I just made an improvement on it."

For some reason, the moment he heard the name of this spell, Guilliman suddenly felt a chill on his spine.