Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"Long time no see, He."

With a sincere smile, Steve Rogers shook hands with He Shenyan, and then sat down. He was obviously in a good mood, otherwise he wouldn't have sat down and joked: "You still have such a strange taste in decoration."

Naturally, the mage could guess what he was referring to without looking back.

decorate?

He smiled: "I wouldn't call such a thing a decoration, Steve. In fact, my taste should not be so bad. Even if I have a problem with my aesthetics one day, I plan to put myself And with Revenge dressed like a murderer from an 80s cult movie, I'd definitely choose Nailhead instead of Jason or Freddie."

Steve couldn't help laughing—any joke was funny enough for him anytime. And he can always poke his jokes in some strange places.

"Nailheads aren't any better, are they?" Steve complained with a smile. "Remember that movie night hosted by Strange in the absence of Tony? I got a close look at this **** monk... Frankly, he and Slaanesh Believers and demons should have a common language."

"What you said makes sense. He calls himself an explorer in the sensory field... This description is very interesting." The mage smiled slightly. "Perhaps we all have to admit one thing, there are always some geniuses in the human world who can fabricate something that transcends the times and even the world. At least, I don't think a person with a normal mind can write a work like Ghostbusters."

"I agree."

Steve nodded, the smile disappeared after this nod, and turned serious, with deep wrinkles appearing between his brows: "Robert Guilliman told me...you are Do something dangerous yourself."

He changed his sitting position.

"What I want to know is..." Steve Rogers asked worriedly, frowning. "What level is it this time? That time of Thanos, or the time Mephisto invaded the world?"

"...what the hell? You still remember? Given your age, you should have Alzheimer's, Steve."

"If you really want to use my age as an issue, I hope you will respect me as a centenarian." Steve retorted. "The time you went to Hell at Mephisto, Strange told me you were burned in **** down there. The time at Thanos you—"

"-OK OK."

He Shenyan waved his hand, not wanting him to continue talking about these "great achievements", the mage shook his head: "This time is no different from the one that was burned, Steve, I am a professional in this regard."

"Is it my illusion, or are you a little proud?" Steve laughed angrily. "Whether it's being burned, or being alone in danger, taking on everything is nothing to be proud of, He."

"Why didn't you think that way when you decided to die on that plane with the Red Skull?"

"Because I had to do that then."

"Classic American double standard."

"Who are you scolding?"

With a snap of fingers, the mage smiled slightly and spread his hands: "Okay, okay. This is the root of the problem, Steve, I have to do this—can we skip this problem? Can you Don't you think my complexion doesn't look like a dying person at all?"

Steve Rogers shook his head expressionlessly.

He raised his right hand and raised his index finger: "First, you are a mage, and you are definitely the strongest mage I have ever seen. So you can use magic to do this, don't tell me you can't, you even Can convince a raging Hulk to ride a circus bike."

He Shenyan blinked, but said nothing.

"Secondly, that Conrad Koz, who has a somewhat similar temperament to Klan, has already told me that you are starting to replenish your magic power in the old way again, right?"

"Hey, the old way is old, but it works."

The mage spread his hands further apart in a look of utter innocence. "Those planets are strictly projections in the subspace, but there are quite a few of them that have entities. After being purified, they can still replenish part of my consumption... Besides, I didn't just do this thing."

"What did you do again?"

"You want to know?"

Looking at the smiling expression on He Shenyan's face, Steve sighed helplessly. He knew so much about mages, so he knew that as long as he showed this expression, it meant that he was going to start being a riddleman again.

but......

"Yes, I want to know." Steve Rogers nodded after a brief silence, and said so. "How could I not want to know?"

"You should know my character, Steve. So you should know I'm not going to tell you the truth about this—but, for the sake of our friendship over the years, I can let you in on a little information."

"What?"

"I'm really doing what I do best."

Steve was speechless.

He knew this man too well, and he knew that a sensitive and suspicious soul was wrapped under the seemingly rational and omnipotent coat. He also knows exactly what He Shenyan's "best thing" is.

The mage lowered his head, and when he raised his head again, the smile had completely disappeared.

He said softly: "I once thought about committing suicide, dragging them to die together, or simply leaving it all alone. But I can't, Steve, I have a responsibility to you and to them. I can't be here Time to drop everything and be a coward. Did you ever run away in WWII?"

"...No, but it's not the same as it is now."

"Really, Steve? I can't see any difference, I just know that I started a war driven by desire for revenge, and many people died because of me. I know the purpose of this war is Sublime, and I know it will end well...but I remember every face of the dead."

"More people live because of you."

"Yes I know."

The conversation ends here. Looking into those eyes, Steve Rogers clearly understood something he had already understood before stepping into this room - he couldn't persuade He Shenyan to stop. Because He Shenyan knows everything, he knows the reasons for fighting, what will come after victory, and how many victims this war will have...

A man who has understood everything, what can stop him?

So he smiled slightly: "Well, Ho, to be honest, I have to tell you something. I have never liked Nick Fury that **** very much, and sometimes I can't help but want to call him a **** .But at least this **** got one thing right—the Avengers is a pretty good name."

He stood up, stretched out his right hand, and pointed to the mage.

"You're an Avenger, Ho."

Steve spoke solemnly, but with a smile on his face. "You'd better remember that, or old Uncle Rogers will kick your **** hard with his boot."

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The Invincible Cato Sicarius—Sorry about the drama.

Cato Sicarius, the second company commander of the Ultramarines who finally returned to the team, hangs his power sword on the wall of the room with a tired face. He has just finished its maintenance. Yes, you may be surprised, but power swords also require maintenance.

In this regard, there are actually precedents. An Astartes, who cannot be named, once felt that the power sword did not need maintenance, as long as the disassembly position could function normally. His behavior caused the machine soul to stop unhappy on the battlefield. When he survived and returned to the company, the technical sergeants also taught him a lesson with a grim look.

After finishing all this, he immediately sat on his bed. It carried his weight perfectly, and Sicarius let out a long breath, intending to use six hours to completely forget all the exhaustions of the expedition. A new expedition was at hand, and he had to take it seriously.

Of course, plans can never keep up with changes.

The door of the room slid open, and a tall, but equally tired-looking giant walked in. Sicarius stood up immediately, the speed was jaw-dropping: "Primum!"

"Sit down, Sicarius...Central, please prepare me a cup of calming tea, please put more than four 'soothing' potions."

"Understood, but you'd better wait for forty minutes before drinking it, otherwise it may cause magic disorder. You have already drank three cups of calming tea in twelve hours."

"Okay... I'll try my best."

As Robert Guilliman answered, he fashioned a chair for himself with magic power and sat down. Wearing a robe, he looked quite similar to those politicians in the history of Ultramar, but his overly tired expression and bad face made Sicarius feel like an enemy.

"How would you—" He struggled for words. "—how can you be so tired?"

Hearing this, Robert Guilliman shook his head and let out a long sigh.

"It's hard for me to explain to you what I've been through, Sicarius," he said slowly. "Like you should have a hard time explaining to me what you've been through."

"I......"

"No need to say anything, Sicarius."

Robert Guilliman laughed. "I know the unhappiness between Liz and Frank, do you think this kind of thing might not be reported to me? Rest assured, at least for now, the Death Army is still a partner of the empire. Of course, maybe my Brothers would prefer the word vassal."

He winked at Sicarius and said, "However, I want to ask you another thing now."

Cato Sicarius tried to keep his face calm as he began to pray to his Primarch not to ask about the Eldar. He nodded, and replied solemnly and seriously: "Know everything, Primarch."

"Would you like to take on a new role?"

"...Affiliation? Primarch, pardon my obtuseness, what occupation do you mean?"

Sicarius is a little confused. He is now the second company commander of the Ultramarines, the Master of Overwatch, the Champion of the Knights of Macragge, the Grand Duke of Thalassarian, and the High Lord of Ultramar.

In the empire, perhaps only the Ultramarines can obtain so many status and status symbols in politics. Although he doesn't care about these things, and he doesn't want to get involved in politics, but if Guilliman insists on asking, he may Can only assume a new 'position'.

However, what Guilliman said next was completely beyond his expectations.

In fact, Robert Guilliman could tell what Sicarius was thinking with just one glance. He shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I know what you're thinking, Sicarius. But I The job you're going to take on next isn't a political title, you understand?"

"...what do you want me to do?"

"It's what the Empire wants you to do."

Sicarius is kind: "So, what does the empire want me to do?"

"The Empire wants you to—ah, wait a minute."

Guilliman raised his hands, and a white teacup appeared in light blue fluorescent light, and was placed steadily on his hands. From Sicarius' point of view, he could just see the light green liquid in the cup that was still shining.

Nostrils fluttered, and Sicarius smelled a strange compound smell. His olfactory analysis could tell him nothing, except that this calming tea smelled like peppermint tea a thousand times stronger.

Robert Guilliman raised his hand, ignored the advice of the center, raised his head, and drank the cup of tea in one gulp.

Next, he bent down abruptly as if someone had punched him heavily in the abdomen. Big drops of cold sweat began to flow from his forehead. His face was tense, obviously gritting his teeth to endure the pain.

"The Primarch!"

"No need to worry, Cato Sicarius. Your Primarch is backlashed by disobedience to my advice, and he is in a magical disorder where the arrogant, haughty, recalcitrant and stubborn It's common among magic apprentices."

The center continued to explain steadily, and even began to guide Sicarius on how to help Guilliman.

...Of course, Sicarius felt that something was wrong with this guidance no matter how he heard it.

"According to the information ~www.novelmt.com~ Cato Sicarius, you should help Robert Guilliman lie down, and start praying to the Emperor that his pain will disappear soon. The magical disturbance he suffered is An almost irreversible phenomenon that can only be expected to disappear by itself. The duration varies from one to eight hours."

"Eight hours maximum?" Sicarius asked.

"No, eight hours refers to the longest time he can endure the pain caused by the magic disorder without passing out. If he exceeds this time, I will update the information."

"... Primarch, are you a little conflicted with the Cephalon?"

Cato Sicarius asked with a complicated face, and Robert Guilliman, who was lying on his bed curled up, didn't say a word, but gritted his teeth and nodded with a ferocious face.

"Based on his current situation, I think it's best for me to explain to you the new position that the empire will assign to you. What do you think, Cato Sicarius?"

The second company commander sighed: "I have no choice, don't I?"