Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

From a certain perspective, mages and emperors are both workaholics, but they are somewhat different.

The Emperor is the kind of person who can work continuously. For him, work is a certain degree of rest. Anything gained in the process is a kind of comfort to him. He has endless potential.

Motivation to drive yourself to work completely uninterrupted.

The mage is different - for him, work is a part of his fun. In other words, he will only do it if he finds it interesting.

He is quite casual, but when he encounters something he is interested in, his mobility is also quite exaggerated.

The two of them are currently working on a plan in subspace that currently only the two of them know the full story of.

The Emperor used his psychic powers to clear away the subspace chaos in front of him, which blocked his vision like a thick curtain. The mage followed behind him, following suit, but did not make any move, and even closed his eyes tightly.

"Is there any result?" The emperor looked back at him and asked.

He got a finger raised by the mage - don't get me wrong, it's not the middle finger, but the index finger: "Wait a minute... don't talk for now."

He Shenyan closed his eyes tightly and frowned: "Who created the Webway? I don't believe it is a naturally born dimension. It is simply like a maze."

His description is correct. The Webway is actually sometimes called a labyrinth dimension. It has main roads, narrow corridors and winding shining tunnels. It is mysterious and bizarre. These passages connect the real universe and subspace.

However, compared to its true nature, such a metaphorical description can only be called crude.

If pressed, the Emperor would prefer to call it a gap in the mirror: "You are still so perceptive... The Webway was created by a race known as the Old Ones."

He Shenyan opened his eyes, and the pale blue light shone and boiled in them. The excessive magic power even made the surrounding curtains tremble, and the aftermath spread, creating a tide in the subspace. Hundreds of thousands of demons died under this.

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"Did you find anything?" The emperor looked at him expectantly.

"I'm not sure yet...tsk."

The mage frowned: "The Webway is too complicated and related to the subspace. Even I cannot fully explore every corner of it. I must go deep into it."

"That would be too dangerous."

"Nothing threatens me."

The Emperor thought for a moment and answered in the affirmative: "That's true, unless Slaanesh and Khorne unite...but I have to warn you, you may get lost in it."

"I can't." He Shenyan smiled. "Leave the one in the network to me."

"I'm responsible for the others." The Emperor nodded to him and watched him tear open the curtain and dive into the webway.

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Young Tamari cursed the Eldar for their cowardice, as he had done every day since his unlucky fall into a Lesser Webway Gate.

At the time of the incident, he was following the standard procedures for dealing with secondary network portals as stated in the Ministry of Military Affairs manual.

First, he threw a fragmentation grenade at the entrance, and then used his light gun to fire a rapid fire that consumed half of the magazine. After ensuring that all the Eldar that might be on the other side were completely dead, he immediately started calling on the radio,

A team of engineers will go here and blow up the entrance.

But the problem is that Tamali is unlucky - he executes the procedures of throwing frag grenades and rapid fire of light guns very well, and the screams of the Eldar coming from the webway make him feel even more excited. Killing alien enemies

For this soldier, it was a compliment, even more honorable than the service itself.

However, just as the radio called, a slender arm covered with blood stretched out from the webway and pulled him in. But in just a moment, Tamali was pulled into the webway.

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An Eldar whose body was covered with blood and minced meat, and whose leg was injured, was looking at him with hatred, holding a curved and sharp alien blade in his right hand.

Tamali looked back at him with the same hateful look, and emptied the remaining half of the light gun magazine with his backhand. It had no effect. Even with a wounded leg, the Eldar could still dodge his attack with agile movements.

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Even in order to anger him, the guy taunted him in low Gothic with an accent: "You pathetic monkey! Wait for death! Death will come to you soon!"

Tamali's answer was a simple and clear four words - "Fuck you!"

The young soldier roared and drew out his combat dagger, and stabbed the Eldar backhand towards him.

Tamali was unlucky, but also lucky. Before the Eldar blade completely pierced his carapace, his dagger found the opponent's heart first.

The Eldar seemed to have lost all his strength in an instant and fell limply to the ground. But Tamali still did not relax. He cautiously stepped away, changed the magazine, and refilled his gun.

Then, he walked until now, trying in vain to find an exit to the outside world in the Webway. His mission was not over yet. The young soldier did not know that falling into the Webway was actually the same as death. Even if he could

If you go out, you will be scrutinized again and again by the Ministry of Military Affairs.

The three packs of combat rations provided had been eaten long ago, and every hour spent thereafter was a gift from the Emperor. Because of this, Tamali could not help but begin to be even more grateful for his gift.

Although the Ecclesiarchy has quietly begun to change their propaganda and no longer portrays the Emperor as a god, how can the subtle influence of tens of thousands of years be so easily eliminated?

For now, Tamali still regards him as a god.

He continued to walk forward, wanting to find an exit before he died. In fact, Tamali knew in his heart that he would probably not be able to get out. But it was not his wish to sit there and wait for death. Such a death would be too incompetent. Even so.

If he really wanted to die, he would also like to recruit some aliens to back him up.

With this idea in mind, he kept moving forward - until he passed a certain corner and heard a strange noise.

The sound sounded like some kind of continuous muffled sound, which was extremely weird. He carefully held his breath and looked around the corner. He saw that the hole was shrinking.

A misty light shone in the narrow corridor, blood was everywhere, broken limbs and broken meat were spread all over the ground. It was so miserable that it was as if someone had caused a massacre here - after the initial shock passed, the tower

Maili discovered that those corpses were all Eldar.

Is some kind of webway monster killing them?

He frowned, silently loaded the light gun in his hand, and stepped forward on flesh and blood. The further he walked, the muffled sound became clearer.

Adrenaline began to secrete, and the lonely Astra Militarum walked forward fearlessly, but he saw a scene that stunned him.