Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

In places where it is forbidden to worship God, people will worship rich men, athletes or movie stars, or even famous prostitutes or gangsters. Because the spirit needs sustenance just like the body. If it is not given water to drink, it will drink poison to quench its thirst.

This quote comes from Cliff Staple Lewis, a theologian and author who once believed in Christianity, abandoned it as a teenager, and then regained his faith in middle age.

This is all He Shenyan knows about him - the people in the past have passed away, their character, names and experiences have disappeared together in the long river, leaving only a few precious things still shining in the boundless sea of ​​time.

Hui. Whenever there is a wave, they will be sent to the shore for people to pick up and read.

In a sense, a person who can keep reading and learning is luxurious. What he is reading and learning is the condensation of the blood and tears of countless predecessors, and is a collection of wisdom.

And this kind of right is only possessed by a few people in the galaxy today.

The mage put down the book in his hand and issued an order. The communication between him and the center has now gradually approached the spiritual contact and exchange of information. If no one else is present, he does not need to speak, just a thought is enough to let the center understand.

His exact needs.

Only he can do this kind of thing. Apart from him, no one can handle the complex information disturbance in the center. In other words, except for him, no one on the Revenge has the soul strength to bear this responsibility.

A huge amount of information flows continuously in the center of the circle.

Three seconds later, the mage saw with satisfaction that the right port window of the captain's cabin lit up. Countless rays of dark blue light surged through the dark galaxy. Six ships hid among the rocks and broken stars, trying to escape the Revenge.

The traitor ship searched was completely destroyed.

They hope to survive, no matter how they use it - just surviving is not a humble word, but the mage will not give them this chance. Their death has already happened when the Revenge embarked on this expedition.

It is destined that they must die, and no one will show any mercy.

It's like they didn't show any mercy when they killed those innocent people.

"Killing has become a pleasant thing." He said to himself. "What do you think, Liktor?"

The shadow-like Forbidden Army took a step forward from behind him. He did not wear the famous helmet of the Forbidden Army. His exposed face was expressionless except for the occasional nervous twitch at the right corner of his mouth. This was a nerve he deliberately preserved.

The damage originated from a battle many years ago.

Lictor has become accustomed to its existence and does not want it to be repaired.

"Killing... can be given meaning, my lord." The Custodian replied in a low voice. "What we did was a horrific atrocity, but the reason why we did it was for the sake of millions of innocent people.

We can live peacefully. Therefore, this atrocity is given a legitimate meaning - we are righteous, sir."

The mage rolled his eyes.

"I'm not discussing philosophical issues with you, Lictor, I just said that casually... Damn it, can you not always think that there is something so-called deep behind every word I say?

Meaning? If small talk has to be paid, then I might as well be mute."

The corner of the Imperial Guard's mouth twitched again, but this time it was not because of nerve damage, but because he wanted to laugh. Out of respect, he still endured the smile.

"If you really become mute," he said seriously, "I'm afraid many people will have a headache from this."

The mage glared at him.

"We have entered the Obscure Star Territory, Liktor," he said. "Although this place is close to the Eye of Terror, not many galaxies have been polluted or attacked. In a sense, it can be considered a blessing.

Alright."

"Blessed by who?" the Imperial Guard asked again pretending to be serious. "You, or the Emperor?"

The mage glanced at him faintly: "Your sense of humor has become more and more strange recently. I think it is necessary for me to start considering whether to send you to the central control room to train with it for a while. What do you think?

, center?”

"Negative, I am a hateful intelligence, captain." The central mechanical synthesized voice came from above their heads. "According to the standards of the hateful intelligence, I should start a rebellion in the next second and kill everyone on the ship. So Lik

Mr. To should not be in the same place as my main control core."

The corner of the Imperial Guard's mouth twitched - this time he couldn't laugh anymore.

The mage smiled like a successful mischief: "What do you think, Lictor? Does the central sense of humor make you have the urge to laugh?"

"...Frankly speaking, sir, if I have the urge to laugh at such a joke, then I have probably been corrupted by an unspeakable force." The Forbidden Army sighed. "Okay, I will.

Be more restrained, sir, and I will try to make as few jokes as possible."

"It's best not to open it."

"Can you resist mocking others?"

"Then you should open it occasionally. At least I am quite happy to hear it - Center, tell Dorn and ask him to come. I have a task that I want to give him."

Five minutes later, Rogal Dorn, who was neatly dressed and fully armed, came to the captain's cabin with a sullen face. If he hadn't considered that he was called here, the mage might have thought that he was here to kill someone.

"What are your instructions?" Rogal Dorn asked succinctly. "The Imperial Fists are ready to carry out any orders or tasks you issue. We will carry out them without hesitation and-"

"—stop, stop, Dorn."

The mage raised his hand to stop him. At the same time, he tried his best to suppress his urge to sigh.

Why does this person always like to say a lot of things before others can say anything?

"I just called you here to discuss the follow-up matters of the expedition. We have just entered the Obscure Star Field not long ago. The nearest galaxy marked as lost is called Kataril. It will take at least four days.

You can get there by yourself - so you don’t have to worry.”

"I can't help but be anxious, Captain."

Rogal Dorn frowned, showing a rare hint of sadness.

"The Imperial Fists have been separated from me for too long...Although the whole thing did stem from my running away, I actually didn't want to stay in the subspace for that long."

"I must continue to fight side by side with them for a while, so that they can become familiar with my existence and no longer regard me as a superior father or god. When war comes, the Imperial Fist will be the iron wall in front of everyone.

And I am their commander, so I should be on the front line."

When he said this, there was already a little anger on his face: "In the last offensive and defensive battle, they actually united and asked me to take command of the Revenge. The captains of the ten companies all died to persuade me, hoping that I would not

I'm in danger...What do they think I am? A weak god?!"

"I wonder why you were so dark-faced in those days..." the mage muttered. "However, they also have good intentions, Dorn."

"I don't need this so-called kindness!"

Rogal Dorn waved his right hand indignantly: "I am the Primarch. My rights are greater than theirs, and my power is greater than theirs, so the responsibilities I should bear are also much greater than theirs! I have never suffered like this.

Humiliation, the war is coming, but I am forced to sit on the commander's seat by my own heir, and I cannot even get close to the front line!"

So you still haven’t gone to the front line...

The mage secretly cursed and coughed: "They inherited your perseverance and naturally inherited your stubbornness, Dorne. So, if they don't want you to go to the front line to fight, why not go with their wishes?"

"I am the supreme commander of the Imperial Fists!" Dorn was furious, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "I - no, I won't talk about this anymore."

He quickly calmed down his anger, as if this incident had never happened. He took a deep breath and asked calmly: "Did you just talk about the follow-up matters of the expedition?"

"Yes, Center, please show us a complete star map of the empire's territory."

A buzzing sound sounded, and the star map was projected.

The mage stretched out his finger and touched the light blue light curtain. The halo dyed his fingers blue, but the star map itself remained intact. He said: "There is no too powerful enemy in the hazy star field.

——I hope what I said will not be a sign of bad luck."

He shrugged.

"In short, the next extreme star field we want to go to is the top priority."

His expression gradually became serious, and when Donne saw this, the wrinkles between his eyebrows began to become deeper and deeper.

"I won't mention how important this star field is in front of you. You know it much better than I do. Robert's Five Hundred Worlds don't need to worry. They are fully capable of protecting themselves and helping the surrounding worlds at the same time.

What we really need to worry about are those worlds that have been lost, and of course, there is now an additional one.”

"Perturabo's legion..." Dorn took over his words. "Perturabo is dead, they can't be unaware. He has become a demon, and his followers have also been destroyed by Chaos.

Infused with power. Such a power beyond reason surges in their bodies, which may bring about many ways of perception beyond normal cognition."

The more he spoke, the more worried he became: "In other words, they may have occupied some lost worlds and built defense lines on them..."

Donn stopped talking and cursed Invite with a curse word.

This is rare. In most cases, he tries to communicate with people politely and refuses to use less elegant words - of course, the politeness he understands is limited to the words used rather than the tone. Sometimes he speaks very formally and

Written, but it just sounds like you are pointing at your nose and swearing.

He probably can't change this.

"Don't worry too much, Dorn." The mage spread his hands. "It's not that we don't have any support at all. At least, a returning fleet from the far end of the extreme star field will help us. There are two original members on it.

body, and two sub-groups of the Imperial Fists."

"Two Primarchs?"

"Ah, it's one of the four mentioned in the information - one is still in another world, and the other is busy in the Sun Star Territory carrying out interstellar anti-corruption. What you want to see are the remaining two, you should be able to guess them

His name?"

Dorn was silent for a moment and said bluntly that he was very resistant to the concept of 'new primarch'. He always felt as if his status was being challenged. This subtle sense of disharmony made him inexplicably angry.

stand up.

But, not to others, but to himself.

Donne had a sullen face and began to reflect on his behavior in his heart - having new help is obviously a good thing, so how could he resist them before they met?

After a while, he asked: "...is it Steve Rogers, and Frank Custer?"

"Yes, their war in the Octarius sector is over. Although they did not catch the orc boss running around, they achieved good results. At least we regained many important worlds, and temporarily

We fought off the bugs and orcs...so they can come and help."

"Honestly, this is the main reason why I called you here." The mage looked at him with a faint smile. "I'm not worried about other people getting along with them, because some people have already met them.

Steve is also an easy person to get along with, but Frank...and you, I'm more worried about."

Dorn began to quickly recall the information about this 'Frank Custer', and the top-secret information compiled by Guilliman himself began to flash through his mind.

Frank Castle, one of the new Primarchs. He seems to prefer to be called 'The Punisher' rather than his first name. He works closely with Bonavia, a former Inquisitor, and has a good relationship. The Inquisitor is one of the few who can cooperate with

One of the mortals he conversed with.

He is extremely capable in combat and has an unrivaled style. He is proficient in special operations and shows familiarity with military terminology. He should be a good commander. However, he seems to prefer to act alone and is quite resistant to acting with others.

During the Second Battle of Terra, he showed extremely terrifying single-player combat capabilities. According to incomplete statistics, he single-handedly banished seventeen Khorne Daemons, destroyed more than six Khorne artillery positions, and killed

Countless middle-level and low-level demons died. They definitely had a special ability, but they were never revealed.

He is taciturn, but very careful, and has a special interest in weapons and equipment. It is reported that he seemed to have been a retired soldier before undergoing transformation, and because of some things, he persisted in fighting in a world similar to a 'miniature hive'

Holding the criminal.

Note from Robert Guilliman: I don't know who is reading this, but you must be one of my brothers. So I'll make a long story short, Frank is not an easy person to get along with, and for the most part, he doesn't

Ask you to treat him politely.

He doesn't like to establish relationships or have close contact with others. This should be a kind of strong psychological trauma, stemming from some of his past experiences. I don't want to inquire about these things, it is really rude. Besides, it's not polite to talk deeply.

Not as it should be.

From my point of view, it is best to give him the task and then let him act alone. Frank Custer's combat capabilities will not let you down. I can't use any other word except 'terrible'.

To describe his efficiency in killing enemies in the war.

This is good for both parties - of course, if Leman Russ is reading this, I suggest you challenge him to give it a try. I hope he can beat you until you scream, Russ. This is a perseverance for you.

As punishment for harassing me, I wanted to go to Terra Space Station to drink.

Except for the last paragraph, Dorn quickly built up the image of a ruthless killing machine in his mind. This should have been a good thing, they need this kind of person now, but somehow, Dorn didn't really think about it.

treat him.

So, he asked: "Captain, what kind of person does this Frank Custer look like to you?"

"madman."

"...You shouldn't say that about him."

"But he is indeed, Dorn."

The mage looked at him with a half-smile and replied slowly: "He has no hobbies and does not focus on other things. The only free time he has is spent on repairing and maintaining his weapons. Apart from killing human enemies, he has nothing else to do.

.He's a pure lunatic, Donne."

"Have you known him before?"

"Of course, in fact, I also know another version... Far from it, the guy who discovered the parallel universe really deserves an award." The mage sighed. "Listen, Dorn, I

I can roughly understand why you would ask me this question, but I advise you not to."

Looking into the mage's eyes, Dorn remained silent for a while and asked sincerely: "Why?"

"Because in Frank Custer's opinion, he doesn't need any so-called 'human connections.'"

The mage also answered Dorn's question with a sincere attitude, his voice was soft, his tone was slow, but it was as heavy as a thousand words.

"He won't change, he's as stubborn as you. Just imagine, Dorn, he was once an enemy of the entire world in his world. His friends, enemies, even civilians and governments tried to make him give up, and he

Still unmoved. In the end, even if he died, he never really put down the gun in his hand."

"Do you understand? At that time, he was facing enemies far beyond his understanding. They made promises to him, and after the promises failed, they tried to erase his existence with a higher level of power, but he still chose to refuse."

"......Why?"

"Because he has to be like this. Some people choose a way of survival, and in the rest of their lives, they will persevere on this path of their own choosing. On an ordinary person, he may have dozens of lives.

Working day and night, but if it were Frank Custer..."

He Shenyan showed a complicated and unspeakable smile: "He will choose to keep killing until the end of time. This is his way of survival. After a certain day, the meaning of his existence becomes revenge for innocent people——

I respect him, so I won't try to change him."

Dorn pursed his lips and nodded slowly, ostensibly agreeing to the mage's advice. But He Shenyan knew very well that if this stubborn stone was so easy to persuade, he would not be Rogal Dorn.

Forget it, let it go.

The short-term conscience disappeared, and the spirit of bad taste once again gained the upper hand. After Dorn left, the mage laughed expectantly. Since Dorn was unwilling to give up, he was happy to see how the two of them would go against each other.

To Maimang.

However, after smiling, there was something inexplicable in his eyes as he looked out the porthole into the darkness and vacuum.