Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

When it was almost dawn, he walked out of the dark fog, holding a two-handed sword that glowed a miserable green light.

Foyego was dead, and He Shenyan didn't even bother to work on him. Whether or not he actually has a queen who loves him that much, the nature of things has changed when he has killed so many people in the name of love.

He Shenyan turned his head slightly and glanced at the glowing sky. Bilgewater was reborn from the ashes, and the power that belonged to Nagakaporos had not yet faded. The sea beasts who came from afar are still resisting the ghosts in the black mist. What they don't know is that these mists will soon disperse.

Not all fog will not dissipate.

The mage lowered his head, glanced at the Ruined King's Blade in his hand, and threw it into his pocket dimension. This thing is of little use to him, but it is good enough to be used as a small collection. He Shenyan had already made up his mind, and when he turned around, he threw this thing into the trading area of ​​the White Tower Council.

And just like that, the Night of Soul Eaters is over—not yet known to the people of Bilgewater, it will be the last night of terror they will experience. Nor do they know, nor do the civilians who survived, who protected them.

A small number of people who have actually seen the golden lightning that fell from the sky worshipped a new religion inexplicably.

Time goes by, years pass by. The truth is often only drowned in the dust of history.

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"I hope I didn't disturb your vacation."

"Do you look like I'm on vacation?"

The Emperor, Lord of Men—the old peasant now wearing a straw hat smiled, the folds of his face huddled together: "Indeed, you don't look like you're on vacation. I'm more relaxed than you."

"Don't be cheap and still be good."

The mage rolled his eyes and threw a memory fragment in his hand to him. The transactions from the female elves, which contained thousands of different black technologies, were enough to bring the empire back to life - of course, it depends on how the emperor arranges these things.

Throw them all out in one go? He Shenyan doubted whether the mechanical priests of Mars would be collectively superb the moment they saw these things.

"Thank you for your help."

The Emperor said sincerely: "But I'm afraid I can't repay it. Are you interested in coming to the Empire to serve as a fleet governor or something? It just so happens that Guilliman has been having a lot of headaches about returning to the Primarchs recently, and he plans to initiate Another expedition to recapture all the Imperial worlds lost along the way, and I think you are well suited to be the commander of this fleet."

"Don't even think about it!"

He Shenyan almost 'hanged up' the mental communication with him: "Go on your own! I still have a lot of work to do."

"I remember you said you were on vacation?"

"...Let's not mention this." He Shenyan reluctantly changed the subject. "How did those four guys do?"

"I didn't assign them tasks."

The Emperor brandished his hoe, tilling the wheat on the ground. He Shenyan didn't know where he got his interest, but he actually encircled a piece of land between the thrones, used his psychic energy to transport some soil from a garden world in the Milky Way, and found a bag of wheat seeds from the museum. , to restore the time of the bag of seeds to a level that can still be used.

Now, he is farming under his throne.

I don't know what the guards would think.

"Don't tell me you let a few Primarchs do nothing on Sacred Terra, it's a waste."

"It's not yet time." The Emperor shook his head slightly. "Four Primarchs that don't have their own Legion can't play to their true advantage. Maybe Frank and Crane are good at stealth and annihilation, but you don't think they should lead a Legion from nothing. okay?"

"You are too obsessed with letting a big old lead a group of big olds a little bit smaller than them to use the Interstellar Jump Gang?"

"It's better than using your psychic tentacles to smash the battleship into pieces if you disagree - at least they still kill the enemy with the weapons in their hands, and your actions are an uncompromising miracle for anyone. "

"Then you still put the title of living saint on my head?"

The Emperor raised his **** and wiped the sweat from his brow. "Actually, if you look back now, you'll find that your title has been updated."

"......What did you say?"

"Don't worry about such small things."

The Emperor brought the topic forward with a smile on his face: "I remember you had a world to save, and for this I gave you a piece of my power. How is that world?"

"It's all right, and for now, I don't need what you gave me."

The mage raised his hand, and a cloud of blue magic was condensed in the center of his palm. It quickly transformed from an unformed magic group into a mirror that reflected the world Gu Yi gave him.

The Earth was blue and normal, and many satellites were spinning around it. Some are abandoned and will crash at the end of their useful life, while others have just risen. He Shenyan keenly noticed that one of them had the logo of Stark Industries on it, but for some reason, there was actually a red star flag on it.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"What's wrong?"

"I think I'll have to go back and see...it's beyond my expectations."

He Shenyan touched his chin and muttered to himself, "Can you imagine it? A big capitalist is inexplicable... Forget it, it's nothing. I think, I have to go back and see."

"Perhaps his conscience found out?"

"He does have a conscience, but not much. Most of the time, this guy I know is still a megalomaniac, an open-mouthed jerk, and a standard playboy—oh, that seems like a retraction. After he got married Seems to be quite loyal to his wife."

The Emperor smiled: "People always change, isn't it? I dare to say that you are two people ten years ago and you are now."

He Shenyan did not speak.

He just stared at the flag on that satellite, and countless memories flashed back in his mind. Those were the days when he was still an ordinary person, the ordinary school, examination, work... It was completely different from the magnificent life now.

Indeed, ten years is too long for human beings, and it can even change everything. It was enough for him to change from an ordinary person who just wanted to lie down to a wanderer who wanted to find his own star in the vast sea of ​​stars.

"you're right."

After a long time, he nodded: "Go ahead and plant your land, old man. I hope you can really grow something. I remember that there is no natural light on Terra. Do you really think your crops will survive?"

"A little psionic help doesn't count as a left arm."

The Emperor waved goodbye with a smile.