Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Talasin didn't lie, he really understood He Shenyan's 'anxious' mood. So, just 41 hours later, the spacecraft he used to transport the collection arrived near the Vengeance.

It was an unremarkable looking boat, nothing special. From the appearance alone, it is the most common travel boat. But considering that its owner is Tarasin, and the precious cargo transported in it, Angron still treats the ship that is about to meet them with twelve spirits.

Unexpectedly, He Shenyan told him, "Don't care about that ship so much."

"What? That's what's in there—"

"—That's just a trick, Angron." The mage shook his head and pointed to the ground. "The ship was here to pick him up, and what we need has been sent to the warehouse on the ground floor by him."

Angron narrowed his eyes.

He said in a deep voice, "Is he demonstrating against us? Is this a hint?"

"No, I left a back door for him to break through the defensive formation and put things in."

He Shenyan showed a strange smile: "Sometimes, you have to give people some illusions to make them think that they are in control of the situation - of course, it is not ruled out that Tarasin thinks the same way."

He shrugged. "Who can tell? Maybe he's also acting."

"..."

Angron said nothing, just sighed heavily.

The transaction went smoothly.

Talasin's movements are so fast, He Shenyan appreciates this speed very much. Therefore, he directly threw Talasin and Fulgrim, who was hanging in the still chamber, into his expedition ship, which was in the process of connecting, through legend, and then directly removed him from the Vengeance. The landing deck was 'thrown' out.

If Talasin can still make expressions, then the expressions must be very exciting - unfortunately, he can't make any expressions, and He Shenyan can't see his face.

He and Angron came to the warehouse on the lower deck, and it was very quiet here. The size of the Vengeance is no different from that of a planet, and this divided warehouse has the same size as a city. At this time, two tall black cubes were placed in this empty warehouse.

He Shenyan must admit that Talasin's taste is indeed very good.

He is not like the fanatical and blind pursuit of certain things like those art collectors who like to confuse and follow trends. And not just messing around with them like someone who has no respect for art, like the dude trying to lick the Mona Lisa with his tongue.

He prefers originality.

I mean -- he's a pervert.

There is no doubt about that.

Just take a look at the two stagnant stances designed as cubes to understand.

On the left is Fulgrim. His name, his life, and a little story of how Tarasin got his name were inscribed in a line of High Gothic swashes on his cube. There are thousands of words, and it looks like he wrote it himself.

The style of writing is witty and solemn, and it seems that even if Tarasine treats him as a collection, he still maintains respect for this clone.

He still kept the expression on his face when he learned that he was sold to Tarasin by Fabius, full of doubts and incomprehension. It was like a child being blamed for something he didn't understand. His appearance is flawless, and his tall and strong body is only wearing a thin cloth.

"How does he compare to the guy you know?"

Angron replied in a dull nasal voice: "He doesn't look like a warrior, but like a child who is full of confusion and wants to cry."

"Maybe he is." He Shenyan nodded noncommittally, and he turned to look to the other side.

The cube of the forbidden army is much simpler, with only two lines of small characters - 'the forbidden army' and 'the name is too long to write, he should be the captain of the shield guard. ’

Seeing this, He Shenyan couldn't help raising his eyebrows. Captain of the Shield Guard is not a rank that anyone can get.

There are military ranks in the forbidden army, and the highest one is called the grand commander. Responsibility is only to the emperor himself, and the next level is the tribune and the tribune. They are usually composed of ten veterans of the Imperial Army, and are responsible for providing advice to the Grand Commander, and their status within the Imperial Army is only second to the Grand Commander.

One layer down, it was the Captain of the Shield Guard. They are the most experienced and knowledgeable veterans of the Custodians. In addition to this rank, there will be a series of complex honorary titles.

His armor was torn and badly wounded. The helmet was thrown underfoot, and it looked as if something huge had stepped on it, and it had lost its original shape.

His face was horrific—scars and burns, penetrating wounds, and blood all over his face. The forbidden soldier stared gloomily ahead, his expression not fluctuating.

No one knows under what circumstances Tarasin deposited him in this stagnant position, and there is even some dirt under his feet from the battlefield at that time.

"Okay—time to work."

He Shenyan exhaled softly and said to Angron, "I think we should rescue the forbidden soldier first, and then explain the current situation to him properly. What do you think?"

"I don't mind, it's just..."

Angron frowned hesitantly: "Should I wear a mask or something?"

"...Don't be silly, Angron."

He Shenyan said weakly, "You wouldn't want to hide your true identity from him, would you? What's the point of that?"

Angron said unpleasantly: "At least part of the explanation can be spared, isn't it? Besides, is it possible that he will believe our words? Even if it is indeed the truth, you can't expect him to understand the current situation in a short time. ."

"I think it's better to be honest than a white lie. What do you think? Lies are always lies," the wizard said slowly.

After a moment, Angron nodded.

"Okay - huh, this is the first time I've done this kind of thing, do I want to burn incense and take a bath? I look at the religious books in the empire, this imperial army can be regarded as a living saint, we must bring some piety Go treat him."

"I'm still the Primarch! Why haven't I seen you have such devotion to me?"

He Shenyan smiled, lit up a golden psionic flame, and threw it on the stagnant position of the forbidden army. He didn't say anything, and he seemed to say nothing. Angron couldn't help but feel an itch in his teeth.

The flames easily melted the stagnant stance, and the cube melted into the invisible like ice and snow meeting the sun. The helmet under the Custodian's feet fell on the silver floor of the warehouse, making a soft sound, and then, the dirt.

Angron saw that his eyelids moved, and the next second, he lost the upright posture he was standing, and fell straight to the ground. The shock seemed to wake him up, and the Imperial Guard raised his head, paying no attention to the strange environment he was in.

Then, the first second he caught sight of Angron, his expression began to evolve towards the worst side.

I knew it would be like this.

Angron sighed silently, he raised his right hand like a prophet, and the powerful and fierce punch of the Imperial Army blocked it exactly.

"listen--"

Angron took a step back, dodging the sweep of the imperial guard. At the same time, he pressed down his vicious elbow and pushed it out with his backhand. Even if his strength was reduced, it caused the Imperial Army to stumble.

"I don't want to fight you—"

Hearing his words, the Imperial Guard rushed up with a roar, and he said the first sentence since he woke up: "Shut up, traitor!"

He launched a series of vicious attacks, and any fighting technique created by humans can be glimpsed between his fists and feet. His speed and strength are even more superhuman among superhumans, but unfortunately, he is facing Angron.

Primarchs are Primarchs - they are beyond humanity.

"You are ashamed of his love, and you are ashamed of your heirs! Use their respect and love for you to force them to wear cruel tools and torture them into inhuman form! You pathetic monster!"

He Shenyan stayed silently by the side, Angron had already colored him several times, but he didn't seem to see it, still folded his arms, and the old **** was standing there.

Finally, Angron became impatient.

He ignored the right fist that came straight to his chin, took a step forward, and let his right fist hit the chest of the imperial army ahead of schedule. This time, he didn't keep his hand - the huge force instantly blasted the Imperial Army out. Angron did not pursue, he stood there and pursed his lips.

"I'm not the man you know," he said. "Look closely at me, soldier. Would that man you know speak to you with such a peaceful attitude? Besides, I have no nails."

The Imperial Army gasped and climbed up from the ground, blood gushing from the corners of his mouth with foam. He wiped his mouth, stood up, and once again assumed a close-quarters fighting style.

"Do you think I can't see that this is an illusion?!" The Imperial Army scolded Angron loudly. "Coward! You don't even dare to fight me like a warrior, in the name of the Emperor..."

He began to recite the Emperor's Prayer incessantly, as if trying to break through the 'obfuscation'.

And Angron turned his head blankly, looked at He Shenyan, and said calmly: "Seriously, He, if you don't let him understand what's going on, I might not be able to help it. ."

"Don't worry..."

He Shenyan took a step forward, the forbidden army's eyes were not on him at all. He deliberately restrained his sense of existence. In the eyes of the Imperial Guard, he was just a weak mortal—however, in the next second, he was no longer.

A golden sun rose out of nowhere.

The Custodian's blood congealed in an instant, however, he knew it was just his delusion. He has long been accustomed to this feeling, and for countless years, whenever he sees the person to whom he has sworn allegiance, he will have this 'illusion'.

And this "illusion" cannot be simulated by anyone using despicable witchcraft.

Humans can't look directly at the sun, so the Imperial Army lowered his terrifying flaw.

He half-kneeled, his own situation, unfinished tasks, and Angron's existence were all forgotten at this moment. Because he has seen the only God of mankind - wait, something seems wrong? The sun or the sun...but, the temperature isn't that icy?

The footsteps approached slowly, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and an unfamiliar voice made him suddenly raise his head: "What's your name?"

The Custodian stared into those golden eyes, and replied in a low voice: "My mission has failed, and the glory of the past is gone. My name is no longer important...but if you insist on knowing If so. Just call me Lictor."

"Well, your traditions are really troublesome."

The mage's slightly complaining words broke the sincere and eerie atmosphere: "Why do you have to add a name to yourself after completing a task? Forget it, besides, you don't have to respect me."

A force lifted the custodial army who called himself Lictor from the ground, and the very familiar psionic fluctuations healed his injuries in an instant—whether it was suffered at the time or just shot by Angron. of lung loss.

Lictor raised his hands in amazement, feeling dizzy.

"Long story short."

He Shenyan stretched out a right hand and placed it in front of Liktor. After a while of silence, the Imperial Guard remembered the meeting ceremony from Terra in the ancient 2k period. He was even more puzzled: Who is this man?

But He Shenyan did not explain his identity to him.

He pointed to Angron and said, "Be clear in advance. This Angron is not the same person as the one you remember. They have the same name and last name, but their experiences are completely different, but now is not a good time to explain these things, all in all Well, it's now the 41st millennium of darkness."

He smiled and said: "Cadia was just blown up by Abaddon not long ago. A huge rift spanned the entire empire. With this thing, the stability of the warp began to affect reality~www.readwn.com~We are now Right next to the big rift, the situation is very bad."

"...Can I find out who you are?"

Lictor was silent for a long, long time before speaking in a hoarse voice.

"My identity is nothing unusual and needs to be kept secret, Liktor." He Shenyan waved his hand casually. "You don't need to talk to me with that attitude. I'm not him, and I don't need your allegiance. It has nothing to do with him 'directly', do you understand?"

Lictor didn't speak, just nodded.

"Well, it looks like you didn't listen. My name is He Shenyan, and I'm a weak mage. Right now, the ship we're on is called the Vengeance. The crew has eighteen Astartes and two Primarchs. , a forbidden army. There are also three hundred and seventy-six astral army troops, and me."

...two primarchs?

Noticing his eyes, He Shenyan smiled kindly and pointed to the cube showcase behind him: "Look, does that person look familiar?"

Lictor turned his head in the direction he pointed, his expression completely stagnant.