Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

There are many ways to retaliate. To deal with a thief, you can beat him up or be cruel and hand him over to the law for punishment and let him sit in jail for several years. But for He Shenyan, revenge is the most important thing.

There is one and only one way to Tzeentch.

He can no longer continue to penetrate deep into the warp, but he can still do small things to control the overall situation from a small point. But he hates this feeling.

Extremely annoying.

The mage's character is very direct. Instead of hiding and retaliating behind the scenes, he prefers to stab the enemy's heart in person - so this helpless 'have to' makes him feel extremely uncomfortable.

disgust.

Thank you, Master.

The dying man sighed sincerely.

I don’t know what to say anymore. Whether it’s your action of retrieving their souls for me or your deployment in the subspace... the chain reaction of huge psychic bombs is really shocking.

My hair stands on end.

"This is just the beginning." The mage replied indifferently. "I know that she will not be too heartbroken by the death of those conspiracy weavers, but this will definitely greatly reduce her ability to influence the empire."

He made a gesture.

"The chain reaction bomb will appear in front of every Tzeentch demon when these things try to manipulate the fate of mortals again and weave lies. Thank you for letting me control your Star Torch, it helped a lot. Otherwise, my current

The situation is such that this little revenge cannot be accomplished."

I want to thank you.

The dying man answered seriously. But I'm going to put that aside first... Why are you so weak?

"Crossing borders is costly, Your Majesty." The mage smiled. "Everything has its price...and I happen to be a person who does things regardless of the consequences."

There must be a limit regardless of the consequences!

"If there were limits, the word would not be called reckless... Then, I wish you good health, Your Majesty."

The person on the throne was silent. After a while, he laughed helplessly.

Is your sense of humor that doesn't care about anything... comes from this kind of mentality? Well, I wish you good luck, mage, and wish me good luck. That day is coming soon, please don't forget it.

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"I will not."

The mage stopped and looked back at the corpse.

He smiled.

"I made a promise to you, Your Majesty, that when that day comes, I will come back."

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Returning to the Vengeance again, the mage was not in a good mood. His original plan actually included another daemon primarch... but he found that he did not have the extra strength to do it.

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Satire.

In his long career as a mage, he has never encountered such a thing - the mages of Kama Taj have never worried about magic power since the day they became a mage, and he happens to be the best one among them.

This is the first time that he has been troubled by lack of power. What's worse is that he doesn't really have none. He just doesn't have the 'extra' part. The mage must reserve part of his power for cross-border and prevent that

Possible attack.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood." Robert Guilliman asked next to the star map.

"If I feel happy just because another Sanguinius died...then there is probably something wrong with me mentally."

Guilliman raised his eyebrows, feeling that he had heard something he shouldn't have heard. He was silent for a full five minutes before suppressing the urge to ask: "...Actually, I'm afraid it's not 80% true.

teacher."

The mage glanced at him slowly.

"Is this the way you talk to your teacher?"

"This is my attitude when talking to a teacher who doesn't explain anything."

Guilliman looked at the star map intently, calculating how many galaxies still needed to be recovered. At the same time, he even managed to make some witty remarks: "You see, trying to have a good conversation with you is like an idiot trying to learn to play.

Rubik's Cube - both are so difficult, I feel like I'm the idiot."

"Don't belittle yourself so much..."

Shrinking in the chair, the mage smiled lazily, and Erebus behind him sank into the wall. The center was very dissatisfied with this, but there was nothing he could do about it - at least until they won, this thing had to be in the captain's room.

Waiting.

"I wouldn't call you an idiot, Robert. You and the word idiot don't even go together..."

As he spoke, he fell silent. The silence was so sudden, so sudden. He originally thought that his talent for being mean and sarcastic would never be used up. However, he could not think of the next sentence.

What should I say?

"......teacher?"

"Nothing, Robert." The mage replied softly. "I just realize that human power will eventually be exhausted."

"I thought I could do it...but I couldn't. I kept trying to protect something, to pursue something, but I found nothing. I didn't find my way home, I didn't let my teacher tell the truth,

I didn’t save many people. I often wonder if I would be more relaxed without this kind of power.”

Guilliman was stunned by the brief display of emotion. He didn't know how to answer. In fact, he didn't even understand what the mage was talking about - these things were a complete mystery to him.

Even though he has become the mage's apprentice, he still knows nothing about his past. Maybe only their father in the empire knows something about it, but he won't tell it. As long as the mage doesn't want to, no one can know about it.

What have you experienced in the past?

Guilliman said nothing, deciding to just listen quietly.

"Is life so cruel? The more you try to do something good, the worse it becomes."

"I didn't want them to die. I didn't want Priad to die, I didn't want Givadoran to die, I didn't want Trajan to die. But they were all dead, and I couldn't even do anything about it."

"Fuck, I can't even do anything about their deaths. Robert, I can only pretend to allocate a cemetery for them, make a hypocritical speech, and then continue to order more people to die. That's all I can do.

, I thought I was a god, but in the end, I discovered that I was just a mortal who looked like a god."

"I have such power...but I have become timid. I cannot personally burn down the planet occupied by demons, because I have to guard against attacks from the highest heaven, and I have to guard against them from harming you——

But, in the past, I didn't need to worry about these. I only needed to kill..."

He paused for a while, looked around, smiled suddenly, and said thoughtfully: "Robert, your father is right. Having something you want to protect will make you weaker, and having nothing will make you stronger. There is nothing."

If you are easy to lose, you will naturally not be afraid."

"And now I..."

The smile is getting bigger and bigger.

For some reason, Guilliman's heart gradually relaxed.

"You have done a good enough job." He finally said. "No one can blame you."

"But I can do it myself," the Master said. "I'm one of those psychopaths who 'feels like I'm still not good enough,' Robert."

Guilliman hesitated again and again, and finally said the words: "Perfectionism is a privilege, only open to those with strength. Ordinary people have no time to pursue it. You have been on top for too long.

...You may not feel it yourself, but this kind of action of putting everything on your shoulders..."

"Maybe you should try to return to the perspective of mortals, see things from their perspective, and do things they would do. Teacher."

The mage was stunned.

He suddenly remembered something.

A long, long time ago, before he even entered the White Tower Council - in an ignorant and backward medieval world, he once ordered himself a bowl of noodles after completing his academic research on local species for the day.

He didn't need food, that's what happened at that time. He just wanted to feel that his stomach was empty, so he wanted to eat something.

The desire of the tongue.

And now, how long ago had it been when he last cooked in person and wanted to eat something because of his own desires? A lamb leg flashed before his eyes. It was the cooking work of the Lord of Mankind.

The first thing he did after he got off the throne was his recovery.

The mage nodded thoughtfully and smiled bitterly.

I see, you already started reminding me at that time... to stay human...

He Shenyan closed his eyes.

"You're right, Robert," he said softly. "I am indeed too self-righteous."