Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"...why do you have such an expression?" the emperor asked in surprise.

"Don't ask." He Shenyan didn't even want to say more. "Just don't ask...sigh."

He sighed and wisely chose to change the subject: "Jaghatai Khan has returned to the empire, what about you? Don't tell me that you haven't found one yet."

"I certainly haven't found any of them yet."

The emperor nodded, making no secret of the slowness of his progress - there was nothing to hide, so what else could he do if he couldn't find it? Of course he kept looking.

"However, it is not without progress." He said slowly. "I am looking for Magnus's soul fragment."

"Do you still need to look for it?"

He Shenyan raised his eyebrows in confusion.

As we all know, the one-eyed Sunburned Ogryn... No, it's not. It's the Crimson King, the Warlock King and the Cyclops, Magnus. This miserable Primarch who made a big mistake because of his impatience.

He has already fallen, but his situation is rather special.

——His soul was shattered into many pieces.

Some have long been broken, and some are still unknown. Among his many soul fragments, the most famous one is probably the Crimson King, who is also his main personality and the one who later fully ascended to become the Great Demon of Tzeentch.

That personality.

However, Tzeentch is dead.

She was killed by the Emperor's own hands, and there was no possibility of resurrection. The Emperor's psychic nature was the natural enemy of the things in the subspace. Even gods like the Four Evil Gods could not escape, and even because of the opposition in power and nature,

And suffered more serious injuries.

Now that the master is dead, how can the demons who gathered under Tzeentch have any reason to live alone? Most of the demons were torn apart alive by the demons of Khorne or Slaanesh that came as early as the first moment of Tzeentch's fall.

Planets and secret treasures were also taken away. It was a complete dog-eat-dog situation.

The fate of the Chaos Warbands was not much better. Although they were not as completely dependent on their masters as the Daemons of Tzeentch, the fall of Tzeentch still had a certain impact on them.

Magnus, the Crimson King. As the great demon of Tzeentch, he was the most deeply implicated at the moment of Tzeentch's fall. According to the Emperor's calculations, even if he was not dead, he had lost his mind. Even the demons

The body cannot be maintained.

His body will collapse into the most primitive subspace etheric energy. This is the sad thing about the traitors - after being completely corrupted, they will even completely lose their ability to survive independently.

"Of course we need to find it," the emperor said solemnly. "His soul has been shattered too much. There are as many as nine known pieces. And one of these nine pieces has been destroyed...

..."

He turned his head and said to the mage in the storm of subspace: "I must find all his soul fragments, otherwise, he will become an out-of-control psyker after his resurrection."

"Based on his spiritual power, if it gets out of control, it will be a complete disaster for the empire. Even if we have a way to control it, it is just a temporary measure."

"You want the best of both worlds, don't you?"

He Shenyan smiled.

"...Is it possible that you have?"

The mage spread his hands in a rather bachelor manner: "No, if I had, I wouldn't be standing here chatting with you. Ha, it's really hard to be a good person."

His words caused the emperor to sigh: "It is true, it is difficult to be a good person... This has been true from ancient times to the present. The right path is often the most difficult path, which is why humans always make mistakes.

We are wired to choose simple things, and simple... is often not the right thing."

"It's just a fight against nature."

He Shenyan waved his hand, tore open the portal and temporarily left the subspace, and even directly crossed the world - he had to slow down. The influence of Slaanesh has not been completely eliminated. For now, the best place to go is the White Tower.

.

There are two shops there, one is called Succubus Massage Parlor and the other is called Elf Bubble Bath.

The mage who was righteously fighting against his nature a second ago was now standing in front of the elf bubble bath. He frowned and looked at the succubus massage parlor opposite, thinking about whether he was going to enter.

Which room.

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Compared to a certain mage who quit his job and went fishing, Angron and Sanguinius were conscientious in their work.

Since the end of the battle to defend Terra, neither of them had rested for a moment. First, they helped rebuild Terra, and then worked with Crane to clean up the Inquisition. When Terra finally stabilized, they even got on the same boat.

, began a journey around the empire.

...It is said to be traveling around, but in fact it is to recognize relatives along the way. The archangel made up his mind to let every descendant see him in person, so that they know that their genetic father has returned. And Angron was actually

I don't want to come with him.

Putting aside the fact that the Archangel of the Universe was a traitor to him, the very fact of acknowledging his kinship was enough to make him feel uncomfortable. But he really couldn't stand Sanguinius's tough words - Ange

After Lang Lang comforted himself more than once, no one could stand it, and I should be able to stand it.

But...there are more and more people on the boat.

Sanguinius felt that there was no problem in recognizing his kin, but his heirs did not think so. He had finally been looking forward to the return of his genetic father, but what if he was lost by accident?

The descendants of the angels who thought this way did not realize at all that their father was now a pure subspace creature. It was difficult to be trapped, let alone death. Of course, no one dared to tell them about this.

In short, every time Sanguinius visited a battle group, he would accept some of his sons as his bodyguards - he felt comfortable, and so did the sons who boarded the ship, but Angron felt uncomfortable.

"Can't you just tell them who I am?!"

In Sanguinius's room, Angron said dissatisfiedly: "Wear a helmet all the time, this ship is not just yours! I have to hide my true face on my own ship?!"

Sanguinius smiled apologetically: "Brother, please don't be angry. But the Empire has not officially announced your return yet. It might not be good to let them see your face and know who you are."

Looking at his impeccable and perfect smile, Angron, who was so angry that he had no place to vent his anger, could only grind his teeth and lift his lightning ax on his shoulder.

"What are you going to do, brother?"

"......train!"

After saying these words, Angron put on his helmet and left Sanguinius's room. The archangel sighed, his brother from another universe was good at everything, he was even very knowledgeable about philosophy, but he

It's easy to get angry over trivial matters.

Better than the other one.

Thinking of this, he smiled helplessly, picked up a book and continued reading, patiently waiting for the spacecraft to arrive at Yin Stefan 3.