Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The night fell low, and the cold wind blew through the dilapidated ruins. The collapsed bricks and stones were stained with blood, and there were marks of blasphemous symbols on the ground. The city seemed to have been plowed through with artillery fire, and most of the buildings were

It has been destroyed, and the few parts that have been preserved are also engraved with the marks of chaos.

The Astartes of the Raven Guard Chapter were patrolling back and forth in the ruins on vigilance as Landing Titans. Not far from them, the Black Tower that had just been dropped was steadily and gradually driving away the influence of the power of Chaos.

The humming position is constantly operating. Maybe in one year, maybe in two years, the pollution will be driven out sooner or later.

In the sky, a looming huge black shadow emits a huge amount of blue light, transforming the planet's polluted atmospheric environment. The Revenge blocked the sunlight that the galaxy could receive, but it also brought another

A kind of light.

In front of Conrad Coates, kneeling was a man who had lost his eyes, tongue, nose and lips.

Don't get me wrong, this is not his 'masterpiece'.

The Lord of the Night has indeed not given up what he has mastered. Regarding the cruel methods of interrogation, some things must exist, and treating traitors does not require giving them so-called human rights.

His qualifications as a human being have long been abandoned by the traitors. If possible, Curze would be willing to use the methods he has learned in his long career on them one by one.

However, he will never be so cruel to innocent people again.

This man was the galaxy governor of the Pearlstein System. He was brutally punished by the Chaos traitors because he refused to surrender to the traitors and Chaos. His deeds and name were engraved on his body in the form of a tattoo.

They deprived a man of almost all his means of feeling the outside world, but they didn't let him die. He could still hear, he could still touch - and then they began to let the former governor of the galaxy wander among loyalists like him

In the pile of corpses, until today.

Until the arrival of the Revenge.

Only pure nothingness remained on the face of the Galaxy Governor, which had been tortured and damaged to the point that it could hardly be called a 'human'. He knelt on the spot numbly. He didn't care about anything and had no reaction.

There was rotten meat hanging around his mouth, sewage and dirty blood on his cheeks, and an external mechanical organ hung on the abdomen of his emaciated body. This thing allowed him to live by eating corpses without dying.

There is no doubt that this will not be the transformation he has accepted himself - a governor who will never surrender cannot make such a sacrilegious transformation in himself.

A Raven Guard hesitantly raised his hand after a moment and looked at Corax, who was standing next to Curze: "...the original body?"

"No." Corax replied expressionlessly. "He can still be saved."

"The body can still be reshaped."

The Lord of Night looked away and looked at the mountains of loyalist corpses. The Nostramo hissed: "But his spirit is completely dead, Corax."

"No."

Corvus Corax spat out this cold word again, firmly refuting Konrad Curze's point of view. A Raven Guard took a cautious step towards the primarch, fearing the rumored moody Midnight Haunter.

Sudden violence and injury.

The Lord of Night glanced at him but said nothing.

"There is still an idea in his heart." Corax said in a low voice. "Don't you feel it, Curze? That burning obsession..."

Curze did not immediately start a debate with him, nor did he reply to Corax's words.

The Lord of the Night knelt down gently on one knee and stared at the numb and empty face. His vision was gradually enveloped in darkness. They whispered and couldn't wait to present this person's inner thoughts to their king.

After a moment, he nodded, actually agreeing with Corax's point of view.

"revenge......"

Conrad Coates whispered: "A man's spirit and body have been so damaged that he has forgotten almost everything, even his name, but he still remembers this word. Is he a ghost?"

He deliberately emphasized the word 'revelation' very strongly.

"I don't think so," Corax replied. "There is no psychic power left in him, and besides, my father no longer possesses it."

"The Chaos Sorcerers did not use magic to control his body or mind... They just stripped him of everything and added this ugly external organ to him, not even clothes.

Give it to him. In other words, this man has survived until now by relying solely on his own will."

Conrad Coates nodded silently. He could imagine how this man survived in the low temperature weather with no clothes on. The low temperature preserved human corpses very well. At certain moments,

, they can become food and clothing to protect against the cold wind.

He stood up and smiled suddenly. This smile was not gentle, nor did it have the gloominess of his past. On the contrary, there was something in it that Corax had never seen in Konrad Coze.

Cozz raised his right hand, and an instrument similar to a watch on his wrist lit up the screen. He touched it a few times, and a blue light pulled down from the sky and enveloped the man kneeling on the ground.

.After a while, he disappeared.

The Lord of the Night said slowly in his aria-like tone: "Hate burned in his heart."

"So are we, Curze. So are we."

Corax closed his eyes and answered.

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"A miracle?"

The archangel with wings on his back asked, without hiding his doubts.

Corax and Konrad Curze are still conducting their investigation on that planet. Although the two still quarrel occasionally, they cooperate closely. No clue can escape their eyes. Because of this, they

Missed this meeting.

However, the governor's deeds have been transmitted back to the Revenge along with him.

Leman Russ answered his brother's question with a grin on his face. Although he seemed to be smiling, his tone of voice had no warmth and his eyes were full of coldness.

"Yes, a miracle, brother - these bastards who should have been thrown into the blizzard and frozen into ice sculptures... They deliberately left him to demonstrate to us. Otherwise, the Pearlstein Galaxy would never have found him.

Less than a traitor to Chaos."

Dorn nodded slightly, slowly and forcefully. His weathered face made him look older than his brothers, and he still refused to explain what he encountered in the subspace.

"They foresaw our arrival..." he whispered coldly and solemnly. "So they deliberately built a mass grave in the main city of Pearlstein 1 to collect the remains of the massacred loyalists.

Bodies were left lying there, arranged as symbols of blasphemy.”

"This mass grave existed for more than five months."

Robert Guilliman said expressionlessly: "In other words, some of them had foreseen this scene long before the expedition started... With such precognitive ability, I began to be curious about the mastermind behind the scenes.

.”

Although he said he was curious, Jaghatai Khan could see the true thoughts of the Son of Vengeance at a glance. Guilliman's curiosity was probably the kind that wanted to cut the mastermind into pieces and observe him carefully.

The curiosity of bone texture.

"Well, no matter what the situation is, I just want to quickly advance the progress of the expedition."

Leman Russ tugged on his fur muzzle, but the smooth feel didn't make him feel any better.

In fact, the current expression of the Fenrisian can only be described as ferocious. He rarely shows such an appearance when getting along with his brothers. The smiling and unbeatable look has completely disappeared, replaced by a

A giant wolf baring its fangs.

"Moreover, he'd better escape further." Leman Russ said coldly. "It's better to escape to the deepest part of the subspace, and make sure not to let the wolves smell that unique smell of cowards. Otherwise, I will

And my wolves will find him and tear him to pieces."

"It's not just you who can hunt, Ruth."

Jaghatai smiled and spoke, but in his hand he was playing with the knife that no longer fit his figure. His fingers rubbed the sharp blade, and the Chogorian squinted his eyes thoughtfully, and suddenly opened another

topic.

"The Taiping Star Territory has been completely recovered, but there are still three star territories that are in urgent need of recovery. According to the route, we can go to the Obscure Star Territory first... But I am more worried about another thing - the Great Rift

The activity has increased again.”

"And that's not good news."

Vulcan sighed, stood up in annoyance, walked to the star map, pointed at the large piece of turbulent data, and spoke.

"Last time, when its activity increased, we lost the Holy Commandment. With this lesson learned, we can no longer randomly send fleets to explore the situation on the planet ahead. The Revenge's scanning function is affected by the current situation.

It has had a huge impact, that is to say..."

He made a gesture.

"We will have no idea what lies ahead."

"It seems that you have been working hard on data analysis these days. I am very pleased, brother."

Dorn nodded expressionlessly towards the Fire Dragon Lord.

"Your analysis is correct, but I want to correct two points. First, the last increase in activity was because of Tzeentch. Second, the reason why we lost the Holy Commandment was because it did not fully install the pattern array.

.....Of course, judging from how he directly invaded the center last time, I’m afraid even if the array is installed, it won’t have much effect.”

Vulkan frowned: "What do you mean?"

"What I really want to say is that Tzeentch has left." Rogal Dorn slowly expressed his analysis. "This is undoubtedly true. The captain said this at yesterday's morning meeting, didn't he?

?So, why can’t we continue sending fleets?”

Sanguinius replied calmly: "The risk is too great, Dorne. The consequences of doing this mean that we are likely to suffer losses like last time again... Yes, Tzeentch has left

.But He is not the only one lurking in the chaos.”

Donne frowned and shook his head, trying to argue with reason.

"But doing so means that we will lose the advantage brought by foresight. The essence of war is information warfare, and every piece of intelligence is crucial. If we can know the enemy's specific situation in advance, casualties will be prepared.

circumstances are minimized.”

Fulgrim sat silently on the chair, watching his brothers quarreling back and forth on this topic, with no intention of getting involved. The recruitment was successful, and the Emperor's Sons foreshadowed one hundred and twenty talented people.

Qualified children... can actually be more, but he doesn't want to recruit too many in a short period of time.

Greed is a deadly enemy.

However, don’t get me wrong, he is not thinking about the conscription now, but he is thinking about it in the same way. Just because he did not participate in it does not mean that he is not concerned about it - the revenge expedition is more dangerous than any other expedition.

, not only because of its size and the meaning behind it, but also because this expedition cannot fail.

Therefore, they must treat every step with extreme caution.

Every order issued from this conference room is the common result of all the original bodies after long discussions. Similar quarrels have occurred many times, and many times have developed to the point of blushing.

.But no one walked out of the meeting room blaming each other.

They both knew what the original purpose of the quarrel was.

"Fulgrim?" Sanguinius's voice startled him. "Do you have any suggestions?"

The Chemos man silently raised his head and looked at his brothers. After realizing that they had advanced the discussion to a point where someone was needed to resolve the differences, he nodded.

"My thoughts are different from yours. I neither want to send the fleet to explore the situation ahead, nor do I want to take safety measures and have the fleet and our navy on standby on the Revenge."

He perfectly demonstrated how to anger everyone with one sentence. Vulkan looked at him with disapproval, and Dorn frowned as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water from head to toe in his sleep. Sanguinius was surprised.

He looked at him for a long time before the angel asked.

"So...what do you mean?"

"I suggest that we directly open the Vengeance's magic furnace to the limit, let it sail at the highest speed, and then crush it all the way to the Obscure Star Territory."

His words made Jaghatai's hand tremble suddenly, and he almost threw his cherished knife under the table. Khan's wrist rotated gently, and he grabbed the knife with superhuman agility, and then sighed.

"Did you do this on purpose, Fulgrim? Since you can't satisfy everyone, why not just make everyone dissatisfied...?"

"No, this is what I really think." Fulgrim shook his head seriously.

"They must have known about our arrival, and so have the traitors. There is no need to hide our location anymore. We are recovering lost territory, not invading and attacking. Why should we be tied up in sending out fleets and conducting scans when we return to our own homes?

?Just crush it over."

"We shouldn't worry about their reaction, they should worry about our arrival!"

The conference room fell into silence. After a long time, Chagatai nodded with a sigh.

"You're right, Fulgrim..."