Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Guilliman looked at He Shenyan who opened his eyes again and asked cautiously: "What's wrong?"

"...It has nothing to do with you, Guilliman. You did a good job." The mage showed a forced smile. "As I said, you are indeed quite talented in enchanting and buffing."

That's not what you said when you picked on me just now...

Guilliman cursed secretly, but still nodded reservedly, with a smile on his lips: "So, what is it that makes you frown?"

Three seconds later, he began to regret asking this question.

Because he heard He Shenyan say: "Steve was blessed by the gods of two orcs."

......ah?

Guilliman's expression gradually became confused. He was stunned as if he didn't understand the words in the mage's mouth at all. It wasn't until three seconds later that his superhuman brain came back to his senses.

And his first reaction was: "Did I hear wrongly?"

"You heard that right."

He Shenyan rubbed his eyebrows with a headache - so far, the blessings of the two orc gods were sincere. Although the amount was small, they did not contain a trace of malice. Considering that these two guys could not be treated at all

Call it the power attribute of the evil god...

A sense of absurdity arose in his heart.

Steve, what on earth did you do to get these two guys to give you their blessing?

Shaking his head, he sighed: "Continue your practice, Guilliman. As I said, the personality illusion I created can only work for you for a week. During this week, you must at least

Learn the power of the Titans and expel evil, as well as this improved sun healing that I have..."

Facing Guilliman's expectant eyes, he smiled: "Of course, there is also this personality illusion you want to learn most. I don't understand, Guilliman, if you really hate paperwork so much, why don't you let someone else do it?

Do?"

It was a good thing that he didn't mention this. As soon as he mentioned it, Guilliman immediately started his endless complaints.

"I don't want to either!"

Guilliman said sincerely: "If there are other candidates, I will hand over the paperwork to them immediately! Immediately, immediately, now! I will gather an expeditionary force without looking back and launch a campaign against the Terror.

In this eye-catching battle, I will personally take back those planets ravaged by Chaos..."

"But I can't." The Primarch of the Ultramarines said with a distorted expression. "Because no one in this empire can fucking replace me——!"

He even said a rare curse word.

At the same time, the mage's right hand shone with a golden light, and the spiritual energy turned into a huge visible palm and touched the back of Guilliman's head. Facing the regent's puzzled eyes, He Shenyan sighed.

He raised his hands.

"That's not me... Your father keeps an eye on you, Guilliman. He's not happy with you swearing, well, although I think he's making a bit of a fuss out of it."

Shrugging, He Shenyan added, "But by the way, you will soon be freed from the heavy paperwork and government affairs."

Guilliman raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, it's what you think." With a smile, the mage said. "He is in the subspace."

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A man with a green leaf crown and healthy wheat-colored skin is walking in chaos.

He was obviously disgusted by such a scene, but he did not change it. The chaotic storm full of evil energy in the subspace roared past his face, but it did not hurt him at all. He walked on the broken planet

It feels like walking on stable ground.

He is looking for some people.

Some people he had let down and treated as tools.

his son.

The silent walk lasted for a long time. In subspace, time should be the most meaningless thing. But a man can easily learn the flow rate of time in the outside world, and he can even distract himself from something that cannot manage his emotions well.

My son gave me such a slap.

Therefore, he knew that he had been walking like this for three years-but it was meaningless.

"Where... exactly?"

He stopped here, and all he heard was the whistling and hollow sound of the wind. His rock-like firm face showed rare pain: "Where are you, my sons?"

The sound of the wind remains the same, hollow, carrying the screams of the dead. There is only darkness and disorder all around, and this chaotic space has never changed. It has always been like this since its birth.

The emperor of mankind closed his eyes, and a tear fell from his right eye. It was not for himself, but for his lost sons.

What should I do to get you back? He listened to the howling wind, the manic wind, the painful wind - until at a certain moment, a call sounded in his ears.

"Father......"

The emperor suddenly opened his eyes, golden light flashed, his eyes were ignited, and his breathing was no longer long, but became explosive. Because he had already heard who the voice belonged to-and, what was the voice?

What kind of pain is included in it.

A sword appeared in his hand.

The flame ignited, and the golden, all-burning flame tore open the fragile space. The Lord of Mankind opened a door with his belated fatherly love and anger, and pink-purple light flickered behind it.

He walked in without hesitation, and then, a feminine voice came from inside: "Why...?!"

"Where is my son?!"

His roar was like thunder: "I know he is here with you! Give it back to me! Otherwise I will tear down your domain and kill every creature in this space that can bring you happiness!"

"...You are getting more and more irritable, old man." The soft voice said reluctantly. "Why are you always like this? You have already killed the blue bird, isn't that enough? Hey...

.How did you know he was here with me? I just got it back from the blue bird's body."

"give me back!"

Slaanesh finally got angry: "Give it back to you! Give it back to you!

!I don’t want it yet! He doesn’t talk to me at all and keeps pitying himself there. I’ve had enough! Take your son and get out of here, old man! You primitive man who can’t get hard! You’re useless - ugh

!”

Raging golden flames surged from the door, and Slaanesh screamed in pain. Under the Emperor's psychic power, she felt no pleasure, only the purest pain. Although her divinity was quickly transforming it

She felt happy, but those painful few seconds were still a little unbearable for her.

The evil god became so angry that he threw the emperor and the broken soul in his arms out of his own domain, and closed the door angrily: "If I can't offend you, why can't I hide from you? Just wait, I will kill you sooner or later.

empire--"

Before she could finish her words, the Emperor threw an extremely concentrated psychic bomb into the door at the last moment when it was closed. After doing this, he fell silent.

The broken soul in his arms stared blankly ahead. He had lost his mind and was left with only instinct. And within that instinct... there was only regret, guilt, and pain.

These things completely overwhelmed him.

The Lord of Mankind closed his eyes in pain and returned to the realm of the world with his broken soul.