Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"There is a way to cure the mutilated body, but what about the mutilated soul?"

These words always echoed in the emperor's mind.

——He can't save the son in his arms, he knows this very well. But... maybe, another person can do something?

With this thought, he tore open the subspace and returned to the material realm. The cold vacuum was more comfortable than the subspace environment. A golden door opened under his feet, slowly swallowing him.

Appeared again, having arrived on the Macragge's Glory.

Guilliman looked at him in astonishment, still holding the pale purple light in his hand, and three magic circles were suspended behind his head - originally, his first Titan Power was about to be used perfectly, and the Emperor

The appearance of obviously terminates this process.

With a snapping sound, the three magic circles exploded in unison. The purple light suddenly lost control and turned into a surge of pure magic power that began to rebel in Guilliman's hands. He quickly closed his palm to hold it down, and the magic power gradually subsided.

.

He Shenyan said with complaint: "You came at the right time... He is almost going to succeed."

The emperor's expression still maintained a superficial calm, but his slightly trembling lips had betrayed something. He held his right hand in front of his chest, as if he was holding a child. The mage didn't say much, just glanced casually.

Then he knew his intention of coming here.

He Shenyan approached him, and as the distance got closer, his expression gradually became serious. He stretched out his hand, and the emperor let him take away the broken soul in his arms, but his eyes became more complicated.

After observing carefully for several minutes, until the unsettling silence was almost enough for Guilliman to ask, He Shenyan finally spoke: "There is still hope."

The Emperor breathed a sigh of relief, an expression that was strange to Guilliman's heart - he had never seen such a human side of his father. Whether it was before he sat on the chair or after he sat on the chair, he felt strange.

Never been like this.

Because of this, he began to have some curiosity.

Which of my brothers is this?

As if he had understood his thoughts, the mage turned around, with a wicked smile, and slowly said a name: "Horus."

Guilliman's vagina shrank to the size of a pinhead.

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"...You didn't have to tell him it was the soul of Horus."

"But I want to."

"...He almost lost control just now. This is the first time I have seen Guilliman in such a violent mood."

"Oh, my Majesty, please be considerate of your son. It took a lot of willpower to prevent himself from yelling out loud on the spot."

In the mage's pocket dimension, the two of them were standing in his laboratory. The surroundings were piled with books purchased from various worlds and from the White Tower, as well as some special objects with magical power. There was even a cage in the corner.

Containing some special magical creatures.

He Shenyan raised his right hand and picked off a star that was shining above his head. The light in the room was a little dim, but soon another newly born star took its place.

He took the tiny star and began to pour magic power into it, but still did not forget to talk to the emperor: "However, I am actually quite surprised."

"What?"

"The first son you found was actually him."

The mage raised his eyebrows and smiled brightly: "I thought you would rescue the man in the webway first. He has been there with his heirs for ten thousand years."

"The warp has obscured my vision..." the Emperor said bitterly. "This chaotic and disordered space has some kind of instinct. It hates me, so it instinctively blocks anything that is beneficial to me."

"This is easy to handle."

He Shenyan lowered his head: "Just change your power attribute, Your Majesty. It only has instinct, like an animal it can distinguish people by smell. Or, I can go for you."

"...No, let me do this."

After a long silence, the emperor rejected his proposal - you don't need to read He Shenyan to know what the emperor was thinking. It was just guilt. He wanted to personally welcome back all the sons he lost. This was the only way.

, can be called compensation.

only......

While using his mental power to shape the star into a body, the mage said: "Although I really want to tell you that belated father's love is nothing. But if you really do that, they should also feel some comfort.

Right. But, what are you going to do with those people who really turn to Chaos?"

The emperor's facial lines gradually became hardened, and the masseter muscle exerted force, making his face flat and deep: "...I will correct my mistakes one by one."

"Then I wish you good luck. Ha, I get a little happy every time I think about this. Your poor father-son relationship and family concepts are really surprising."

The emperor finally couldn't hold it in any longer. He pursed his lips and said, "Can you stop laughing at this matter?"

"I know that I am a terrible father, and I also know that my lack of humanity in the past is what ultimately led to humanity becoming like this -"

"——If you keep doing this, then I will keep laughing at you."

He Shenyan raised his head, with only calmness in his eyes: "Don't take all the blame on yourself, you are just a human being. Yes, you can pull the stars and extinguish the sun, but that has nothing to do with your mind.

"

"The human mind is the strongest and most fragile thing in the world, and even you are no exception. Maybe you think it is a good thing to take all the mistakes and responsibility on yourself, but in fact... it is not.

"

He said without mercy: "Just imagine, if you put down this 'you have to be' arrogance and communicate with your sons, do you think they will betray you?"

"Be a man, Emperor."

He Shenyan shook his head and said nothing more. The star has been shaped into a human body, but it is not as majestic as the original body. He is only just over 1.8 meters tall. He still has a childish face that makes him look nothing but

Still a teenager.

The Emperor stared at the familiar features and fell into a trance again - this is what his son looked like when he was a boy, what he looked like in his absence.

A hand crossed in front of him, bringing the emperor back to his senses. He saw He Shenyan's calm face and heard his even somewhat impatient voice: "Stop feeling sorry for yourself, old man! Where is his soul?"

"......it's here."

The emperor carefully took out a transparent fragment from his chest. The mage reached out to take it and squinted his eyes: "In order to avoid a medical incident, I think I'd better explain to you what I'm going to do next."

The emperor immediately assumed a posture of listening attentively.

"There's no need to be so nervous...Listen, the Horus Luperkar you know, his personality and even his soul itself were shattered during the long period of torture. People can become stronger after death.

Looking at himself soberly, when he is isolated from the influence of chaos on his body, his soul feels extremely sad for what he has done."

"Guilt, regret, self-blame and the crazy urge to seek death. This is 80% of your son's soul today. Although he has only one fragment left, it is surprising that both Tzeentch and Slaanesh are both

It failed to corrupt his soul after death."

"Considering that I am the only mage and soul master here, I think I need to inform you."

He Shenyan said slowly: "——He will come back to life, but his memory will be lost. He will often suffer from hysteria. In hallucinations, he will see what he has done in the past. He will see it again and again.

I was tortured like this over and over again until..."

"Until what?" the Emperor asked tremblingly, even the ends of his fingers trembled.

"Until he finally forgives himself."

"Now, you can go out. It's time for the doctor and the patient below. Don't let the family members stay here and be an eyesore."

After saying that, He Shenyan drove the emperor out without mercy, showing no respect for the emperor at all.

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Guilliman was sighing over and over again.

"Why can't I let it go..."

He stared at his palm with resentment, and the pale purple light condensed on it again, but quickly dissipated - seeing this scene, the corners of Guilliman's eyes finally twitched.

...I almost succeeded once.

Thinking of this, his facial features couldn't help but wrinkle up. If his descendants saw this expression, they might draw their swords and shout nonsense like "Devil, leave the body of the original body" and then rush towards him.

.

...will they?

A strange sense of humor suddenly arose in Guilliman's heart. At this moment, he finally realized that he had a talent for telling jokes. Of course, it might also be because he had been with the mage for too long and was influenced by his inappropriate sense of humor.

Infected.

In short, just as he was trying to cast the Titan Power over and over again without He Shenyan's guidance, a golden light flashed and the Emperor appeared in his room again.

When he is not using real fire or intending to fight, the Emperor is not huge. He is just the size of an ordinary person. Perhaps, in the distant past, before he realized his true nature, he looked like this.

Walking on the Terra of the time.

Guilliman stared at his father with complicated eyes, and it took a long time before he remembered that he should greet him: "...Good day, father."

He saw the emperor glance at him obviously absentmindedly, and forced a smile: "Good day, Robert."

Tsk.

The Imperial Regent's expression was gradually becoming unhappy, but he still controlled it: "...So, He went to save Horus?"

After saying this, he was surprised to find that he could say the name of Horus smoothly. He thought he would never be able to mention the name again, but the fact was, he said it, and

There is no pause.

"yes......"

With a sigh, the Emperor stood in front of the porthole with his hands behind his back. He had a panoramic view of the Terra space station, but this human wonder did not make him feel proud as before. A kind of sadness and uncertainty about the future was making his heart pound.

Jumping hard.

Robert Guilliman stared at his father's back, suddenly feeling that he was so lonely and sad. He shook his head to dispel the sadness that came from nowhere. He stood up, came behind the Emperor, and put his hand on

onto his shoulders.

Father and son stood in front of the porthole of this room on the Macragge's Glory. They stared at the scene outside the window together. They waited together and were silent together.

It wasn't until a long time later that crackling sounds began to reverberate in the room that the two of them turned around.

A blue light suddenly appeared, and a mage holding a young boy appeared in the room. His expression was tired, and the time flow rate in the pocket dimension was different from that in the outside world. It was obvious that he had stayed there for more than a while.

"...What, how's it going?"

Without answering the emperor's question, He Shenyan snapped his fingers, created a bed, put the young man on it, and then began to answer the emperor's question: "He knows his name, vaguely knows what he will do in the future, and his mind

Back to my childhood... That’s all I’m going to say, you’ll realize it yourself, I’m going to rest.”

After saying these words, he immediately disappeared on the spot. The Emperor began to pace nervously around the bed, while Guilliman stared at the sleeping boy and felt something was wrong.

...Why does this face look so familiar?

He raised his hand to cover the short hair on the young man's head, and then took a breath of cold air - The Emperor is above!

Oh, the Emperor is beside me.

The Emperor beside me!

He turned to look at the emperor who was trying his best to remain calm, and had ten thousand questions in his mind.

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Steve struggled to pull out the flaming sword, and the orc who called himself Turgomon fought with him non-stop for eighteen minutes.

Both of them were once forced into a desperate situation by the other. Turgomon was an extremely dangerous opponent. Its beast-like cunning and acumen allowed it to dodge many changing sword moves without any guidance.

What made Steve's fight even more uncomfortable was that Turgomon was stronger than him - which meant that he couldn't wrestle with the opponent and could only adopt roundabout tactics. After trying his best to block ten

After several rounds, he finally found the flaw exposed by the orc and sent the flaming sword into its breastplate that had been slashed many times.

The clear feeling of penetration told Steve that he had won.

Turgomon fell to the ground and coughed twice. The tortured low Gothic didn't sound so unacceptable at this time: "You...win, canned boss."

"I lost." It chuckled twice. "But don't think this is the end. Waaagh will never end. We will keep waaagh... and so will you, Canned Boss.

You have to go down Waaagh with me too..."

Saying his last words, Turgomo lost his breath and life. At the same time, the warriors of the Crimson Fist also breathed a sigh of relief. However, what happened next made all of them almost fall to the ground.

.

——I saw that the orcs all over the mountains and plains began to shout Steve's name in their rough voices and vague low Gothic: "Boss Steve! Boss Steve! Boss Steve!"

"..." Steve took off his helmet and said nothing. He looked at the orcs who sincerely cheered for him, and for a moment he had the urge to say "Waaagh".