Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Revenge.

This huge planetary warship is moving fast at this time. However, due to its size, even though it had used the highest output, it still seemed a little slow - Angron knew that this was an illusion.

But he was still full of worries.

In the main control room, Fulgrim rubbed **** against the edge of the power sword in his hand without saying a word. The weapon belonging to Sol Tarvitz can only be regarded as a one-handed sword in his hand, but fortunately, Phoenix's martial arts can make up for this. You know, two-handed weapons bring more than just an increase in speed.

"I advise you to sit down."

He didn't lift his head, just mentioned a word as Angron paced past him, but it still sounded like a light sarcasm in Angron's ears. The Lord of Red Sand squinted at him: "Aren't you worried about this at all?"

"What's the use of that?"

Fulgrim finally raised his head, the narrow scar on his right cheek moved with his muscles: "He made it very clear before leaving, all we can do now is wait. Even if you continue to walk like an idiot here for a few minutes For a hundred years, the situation will not change. What's more, there is Holy Terra."

He showed a sneer: "Titans, knight mechas, Silent Sisters... What demons can take them over and occupy Terra within a week? Don't forget, idiot, he is still sitting on the throne."

"Pay attention to your words." Angron also returned a dangerous smile: "I don't mind beating you half to death before killing those demon scum—oh, almost forgot."

He glanced at Fulgrim's chest: "Almost forgot, you haven't recovered yet. I don't want to bully a cripple."

This sentence made Fenghuang's face twitch. He took a deep breath to calm down, and then looked away: "I'm not interested in fighting with you, Angron. I just want you to understand one thing, you Anxiety doesn't help us."

Angron laughed sarcastically: "Don't say it as if you don't feel anything. If you really feel calm, why do you keep touching your sword?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

"Yeah, it's like walking around here has nothing to do with you."

"You're annoying me."

"The sound of you rubbing the sword with your fingers also disturbed me."

"How loud is that?!"

"Anyway, I can hear you clearly!"

"Damn it!" Fulgrim stood up angrily and slapped the table fiercely: "You just want to annoy me on purpose!"

"Don't treat the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain."

Fulgrim stood up angrily, but Angron smiled and sat down. He even adjusted the chair originally belonging to the mage to make the angle more comfortable: "Who is more angry now?"

Their farce quickly subsided, and both understood that it was just a distraction. Even if they can't get used to each other again, it's impossible to really fight - at most, it's just a point, that's all.

It didn't take long for the center of the magic circle to speak in a mechanical voice: "Insel chapter commander sent a message that Father Ragotinos hopes to carry out research on stc on board."

"Then let him study."

"Father Ragotinos wanted to have a quiet and undisturbed working environment, and asked for some assistants who knew mechanical knowledge. He also asked for a workshop that matched the workshop for the production of some 'incomplete' stc'."

"Damn cyborg..."

Angron held his face helplessly, he didn't really want to deal with these tough guys covered in oil. Nai He couldn't do without them: "Allow, give him the best. In addition, tell Father Ragotinos that he can study as much as he wants, but he must produce results as soon as possible."

"I received, I have replied to Father Ragotinos. Captain Liktor Shield Guard sent a special communication request, are you connected?"

Angron frowned, he instinctively didn't have a good impression of these banned soldiers. But now is not the time to act with anger, the Lord of Red Sand sat up, crossed his chest with both hands, and nodded with a relatively serious attitude. Fulgrim raised his head slightly and waited for the following.

With a humming sound, Liktor's bust image appeared on the silver round table in the main control room, without a helmet, with a grim expression: "There is some problem with your body."

"what is the problem?!"

Fulgrim immediately said: "Isn't he monitoring his body in real time?"

"His body wasn't damaged, but something special. I can't tell if that was a good or bad thing."

"The center of the array, call up the data, let us see." Angron tapped the table with his fingers, and his posture was somewhat similar to He Shenyan.

There was a buzzing, and the center of the array listed a long line of data. From heart beats per minute to blood and magic power, and some terms that Angron and Fulgrim couldn't understand at all. For things like 'spiritual connection level', most of the numbers are green, and only one data called 'soul activity status' is yellow.

"Explain the 'soul active state', what does it mean?" Angron narrowed his eyes.

The center of the magic circle immediately began to explain it in a straightforward manner: "The soul separation technique used by the captain was created by himself, and the risk factor is extremely high. Therefore, it is necessary to monitor the active state of the soul at all times. The combination between the body and the soul is quite close, and only A soul that is only active within a value is acceptable. If a threshold is exceeded, his body is likely to reject the soul's return."

"Therefore, in addition to sharing the operating pressure of the Vengeance, the half of the soul he left behind also has the effect of adjusting the frequency of the soul to a certain extent. The active state of the soul is too high, most likely because the captain encountered some orders in the warp. Something he's very interested in."

Angron rubbed his eyebrows. He has a brain, but he doesn't usually use it. If he had to say it, he was also a superhuman with superior intelligence, so he quickly understood the words of the center of the circle.

Fulgrim also nodded: "He said we can call his name if necessary, let us see his physical condition first, and then make a decision."

Liktor's bust image disappeared, replaced by a light curtain, and He Shenyan's body hovering cross-legged in the air appeared in the center of the screen. His black robe is windless and automatic, his eyelids are tightly stitched, and his eyeballs don't even move at all. A faint golden brilliance condensed on his skin and faded with his breathing.

Lictor walked into the screen and put his hand slightly close to He Shenyan's body - the mutation occurred in the next second.

Shield Guard Captain's hand, which was not wearing the armor of the Imperial Army, seemed to have been painted with a layer of gold paint at this time, and it turned into a complete golden color. Then, his hands began to shift.

However, the process of this transformation is extremely terrifying. His flesh began to disappear first, then the nerves and blood vessels, and finally the bones. Lictor didn't waver in the slightest, and his arms were straight.

After the sour hissing sound died, his arms began to be reshaped by the golden light.

bones, blood vessels, nerves, muscles and skin. The golden light reshaped his arm, crystal clear, exuding golden brilliance, looking like a golden sculpture.

Lictor explained calmly: "No pain, no other feeling as it should be - I just felt serene and peaceful, and even had an urge to stand by his whole being."

"What's going on here? What happened to your arm?"

The captain of the shield guard stretched out another hand, and that hand was the same. Obviously, it was because of this that he discovered this vision: "The power has been enhanced... I haven't found more for the time being, I don't know. Are there any sequelae?"

"That's it."

Angron took a deep breath: "From now on, the center of the circle will report He's body data to Fulgrim every two minutes. Lictor, go to the medical room for a comprehensive examination, if necessary. You can use the medical cabin to enter a deep sleep. I will take over from you and take care of his body."

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He Shenyan didn't know what happened on the Vengeance. The main job of his part of the soul now is to undertake the operation of the Vengeance. The body obviously can't report its own situation to him, but this spell was invented by him, and he naturally knows that overactive soul is not a good thing.

Generally speaking, there are two situations in which the soul is overactive. One is to see something that interests me very much. Under the operation of thinking, the soul will of course be hyperactive.

But his case was the second - he invoked too much psionic power.

There are consequences to using this energy on a large scale, and hyperactivity of the soul is just one of them.

Unlike magic, the cost of using magic is very small, and it can even be called no cost. However, in order to be able to "bless" the thousands of trillions of people surviving on Terra in one breath, he had to expose his soul to the tides of the warp. The consequences are also very simple, his soul left traces in the warp at this moment.

Leaving behind a projection—a projection that belongs to him. Those ghosts can really start 'harassing' him from this moment~www.readwn.com~.

"It's up to you whether you dare or not."

On the way back in the subspace, He Shenyan smiled. He stepped on the brilliance of the star torch without hesitation, and all the things he saw and stopped him along the way were wiped away.

Even though he was so arrogant and high-profile, nothing dared to really stand up to stop him. Those big demons bowed their heads, hiding in the world controlled by the demons, carefully holding their breaths.

Occasionally, a few Khorne demons who can't control themselves will rush up, and then they will be completely killed by the mage in the warp, and will never be reborn. It would be fine if it was just like that, after all, he died in battle. However, they were all completely annihilated by He Shenyan with his psionic energy - this is not a battle at all, this is a massacre.

No glory to speak of.