Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Does the machine soul really exist?"

"Of course they exist, Sister Ancossa. Every gun on the Revenge is an artillery piece or a firearm that was turned into scrap by the rebels. Their souls are contained in them, forged by people's hatred, and by us.

Shape the body with magic power - as you can see, the machine soul does exist."

Sister Ankosha squatted in front of the operating table of a naval gun and observed it carefully. The black column seemed to swallow up all the light, and it was dark, and it seemed to contain the power of destruction.

"Can I touch it? I mean, can I get in touch with the machine spirit?" Sister Ankosha asked cautiously. "Your Majesty, I always thought that the machine spirit did not exist.

....."

"Only those soldiers who have passed the training are qualified to contact the machine soul and control the naval gun. Unfortunately, Sister Ankosha, you do not have this qualification now."

He Shenyan shook his head and led her through the long silver corridor. There was a naval gun operating station every fifteen meters. Ankesha couldn't help but start to imagine how they would look like when they fired.

, it must be spectacular.

She did not feel depressed about her rejection; the Sister had fully adapted to her new role. Although she did not believe much in the theory that the Emperor was an all-powerful God, her loyalty was impeccable.

.So she will devote herself to completing the tasks assigned to her by the Emperor himself.

This is very good.

"As you can see, Sister Ankossa, the Revenge is a star warship - of course, I believe you already knew this before boarding the ship. However, seeing it with your own eyes is still a bit shocking, right?"

"Yes, sir." She said respectfully. "I have never seen such a great building. Every place you just took me through is a miracle among miracles."

"Miracles? They are more than miracles, Sister."

The mage shook his head, but did not say more on this topic: "For now, I have taken you through all the places you can see, Sister. It's not too early, so -"

"——Please wait a moment, my lord."

Sister Ankosha said quickly: "I understand that you must have a mountain of things to deal with every day. I am very grateful that you can spare half a day to take me around in person. However, I still have a question to ask you.

.”

The mage looked at her intently for a while, then nodded: "Ask."

"Why did you name this expedition Revenge?"

"You should ask why not, Sister Ancossa."

The mage answered calmly.

"In this galaxy, survival is not an innate right, but a life-and-death struggle of some people whose names can no longer be found. Their names have long been forgotten in history and will no longer be remembered.

People mention it. Some are even just a vague number, can you understand? War is a bloody tax bill, and every number on it is stained with blood."

"And the saddest thing is that we have to do this. We have to let people sacrifice one after another, because this damn galaxy is a place with thin air, and humans have to breathe, so they have to conflict with other races...

..The spiral of hatred has been sown, and now there is no point in arguing like a philosopher."

Sister Ankosha heard him say: "That's why this expedition is called revenge - who do you think we are going to take revenge on? Aliens? Traitors? Greenskins? Orcs? Bugs? Or those reanimated undead? None, Sister

, none of them. The object of our revenge is this damn universe. As for other things, they are just condiments on the road."

His voice was very soft, and his speaking speed was very slow, but somehow there was a convincing power contained in it.

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"I think this is unreasonable," Fulgrim said.

Phoenix's expression looked very worried at this time. He frowned, and his long hair was casually draped behind his head: "The pattern formation has never made a mistake until now, how could it point us to a wrong path?"

"Nothing is infallible, my brother, not even my father, let alone the formation?"

The archangel gently persuaded Phoenix, who had become a little stubborn since his resurrection: "It can indeed plan the most reasonable route based on our situation, but that is based on the fact that there are no subspace cracks on the road. You also read

According to that report, if Wen Zhen believes that his previous inference is wrong, then we may have to find another way back to Terra Space Station."

Angron also nodded. When he is not fighting, he likes to wear a beige robe. This is completely different from the Angron in the other two's impressions, but what can they say? The man with the infamous head behind his head is completely different.

There are no nails.

"The formation is not omnipotent." The Lord of Red Sand crossed his arms and said. "Even if there is something that He Wen can't do, his creation is naturally not omnipotent. It is indeed very useful, but it is enough. We

You can't ask it to do everything perfectly - you say so, perfect man?"

Fulgrim glanced at Angron, who was smiling when he said this, and replied dully: "If you mention that title again, I will make it impossible for you to laugh again."

"Oh? Really? What are you going to do?"

Angron raised his brows, and his innate ability to perceive emotions made him understand that Fulgrim was in desperate need of something to distract his attention at this time. He simply started a harmless quarrel: "You don't plan to

Want to have another wrestling match with me? Do you need me to remind you that you have never defeated me once?"

"...brainless reckless man!" Phoenix scolded. "You can only be complacent about this matter!"

"You can't beat me, Fulgrim, so you can only show off with your words."

"I——!" Phoenix said angrily, pointing at Angron. "I don't care about you!"

Sanguinius watched the two guys quarreling with each other in amusement. This scene had happened many times, and he was used to it. He even felt that this scene was a bit warm.

However...some things cannot slip away in a cheerful atmosphere, and some things must be resolved.

He tapped the table with his fingers, and the wings behind him were still smooth: "Then, let's get back to the topic, brothers. Wen Zhen is calculating a new path. We don't know how long it will take yet, but the sudden appearance of Ya

The cracks in space can be clearly detected by it."

Sanguinius coughed: "Array, please project its relevant information for us."

A slight buzz flashed, and a blue light curtain appeared in front of the three people. Their expressions were different and changed to varying degrees, but they all stared closely at the light curtain.

"A subspace crack the size of half a planet..." Archangel's expression was no longer as gentle as before, and he said solemnly. "Have there been any cultists on that planet who succeeded in making sacrifices? Such a huge one

Warp rifts cannot be natural."

"It reminds me of the Eye of Terror—no, maybe we should call that thing the Great Rift now."

Fulgrim sighed: "Why does our world always have to face the prying eyes of these damn things? I remember that ten thousand years ago, we didn't need to face the demons and monsters from subspace..."

"Good question, Fulgrim."

Angron suddenly said with a smile: "Do you think it has something to do with your betrayal?"

Phoenix turned to look at him, his face expressionless, but his eyes seemed to be burning with fire. He said slowly and sincerely: "Are you sure you want to tell me this at this time?"

"Of course...it's a joke."

The Lord of Red Sand stood up and began to pace around the room. His wisdom was no less than that of Sanguinius, especially when it came to war, Angron's sense of smell was always very sensitive.

"First of all, we must be sure of one thing. We must reach a consensus - this subspace crack is not passively generated, it must be man-made. There is no such thing as a coincidence."

"agree."

"agree."

"Very good." Angron nodded, already entering the role. "Then, now comes the second thing - I think there is their push behind it. What do you think?"

Fulgrim was the first to object.

He said: "If it is really they who drove those cowards to create this subspace rift, then what do they want? We have been anchored here for two days, and two days is enough for those chaotic creations to fly out from inside and attack us.

Attack started."

"Maybe it's a bait." Sanguinius said as he continued to think, his brows furrowed.

Anything involving subspace is a major matter and must be treated with extreme caution. He said almost word for word: "They are probably taking advantage of our curiosity...No

, only one of the remaining three can do such a thing."

Speaking of this, he glanced at Fulgrim.

Of course the Phoenix knew who he was referring to. Nurgle was focused on creating plague, and Khorne hated conspiracy. Tzeentch was dead, and only Slaanesh was left who was still willing to play such tricks.

The expression of the Chemos turned gloomy. If you want to ask who hates Slaanesh the most in the world, except for a certain mage who was forcibly kissed, Fulgrim must occupy a place among them. That kind of hatred cannot be expressed in words.

Able to describe.

So, he said: "Well, maybe we should start getting ready now - I don't think He's going to give up if he has the chance to get me again, and if it's really Him, we're going to have a tough fight. He's going to be willing to fight

Trying to corrupt me again at all costs."

Fulgrim said the word "fall" very lightly, but Angron sensed some thoughts in his calm mind. The Lord of Red Sand knew that if that happened, Fulgrim would not hesitate.

Kill yourself.

He was not afraid of death, but he found it extremely unacceptable to fall again.

Sanguinius knocked on the table again, calling the brothers' attention back to him: "Don't be too pessimistic, Fulgrim. He will indeed do this if he has the chance, but he cannot really deal with it without any scruples.

There is a limit to the number of enemies we can pass through that crack... Furthermore, I don't think we are incapable of fighting."

He smiled, and that smile was so warm and genial that it made people sigh that he was worthy of being the best idol in the empire for ten thousand years in a row - but the murderous intention under the smile was very real.