Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"Bait? Is that what the captain told you?"

Facing Leman Ruth's question, Sanguinius nodded slowly: "Yes."

Then, he saw Ruth's twisted features that became indescribable: "Send them to another world as bait... Well, it seems that our place still has a little influence on him. "

The fleeting worries quickly faded away, or maybe Russ just kept them hidden. The Fenrisian grinned. "Let me tell you, who isn't crazy?"

"Sometimes, Russ, it's torture to listen to you," Fulgrim said quietly. "I know I've said it many times, but I'll say it again... But, Sanguinius, don't you think the captain has something to say?"

Facing Phoenix's question, the archangel nodded helplessly: "Of course I know that he must have a lot to say... In fact, I even think this news is just a smoke bomb thrown by him to To confuse our sight, to divert our attention... Who knows what the captain is thinking?"

Behind them, a giant lying on a bench groaned in pain, and then whispered: "At least the teacher will never send them there without being sure... ah... .Damn it......"

Ruth laughed and mocked without looking back: "Still having a headache? Why is Magnus okay? It seems that some people are indeed not good at learning."

"Forget it, Ruth—I'm not in the mood to argue with you right now..."

Robert Guilliman barely sat up, pale and sweating. "Of course Magnus doesn't have a headache, he just keeps repeating the process between waking up and fainting. During that time he needs to keep watching the Astronomical Torch... In a way, both he and I suffering."

Ruth didn't speak anymore, just snorted softly.

Sanguinius walked up to Guilliman, plucked one of his feathers, and held it in his hand. The brilliance bloomed from between his fingers, and he let go of his hand, and the soft light spots gathered around Robert Guilliman like that, erasing part of the pain for him.

The archangel whispered, "There's only so much I can do, brother."

Robert Guilliman returned a pale smile and patted Sanguinius on the arm, signaling that he needn't worry too much. Fulgrim shook his head, put away the books in his hands, and walked over.

He carefully observed Guilliman's current state, and finally came to a conclusion: "It seems that the test result given by the Center not long ago is correct, and it didn't exaggerate because you repeatedly refused to listen to its advice. You It really can't go on any longer, Robert, look at yourself..."

The Chemos shook his head and sighed.

"I really want to bring a mirror and put it in front of you, so that you can take a closer look at yourself." He frowned rather angrily. "Even if you have to work hard, you can't lose time like this—otherwise, I think you will fall before the captain! What will you do then?"

Robert Guilliman smiled wryly: "I know what you said makes sense, Fulgan. However, he pointed out our mistake. This means that we have to start research from the beginning, and all roads related to the Astronomical Torch are blocked Now, and Magnus’s current psychic power cannot replace the teacher. Since we can’t find our way from the astronomical torch, then we have to find another way..."

He reluctantly sat up, gesticulating with his arms, with a serious light in his eyes.

"You have to understand, Fulgrim, the teacher is not a person who will put everything on the table... If he can still insist, I'm sure he can't let Magnus and I continue to study. That's the kind of character he is... And now, he not only let us study, but even pointed out our mistakes, does that mean something?"

He turned to look at Sanguinius: "Isn't it, Sanguinius? You told us about his abnormal behavior after you came back from the captain's cabin, and Steve Rogers also said that it was definitely not the teacher he knew—" Steve knew him much earlier than we did...we can't put it off or who knows what will happen

What happened? "

Behind them, Leman Russ shook his head slowly.

He didn't say anything, just sighed.

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Human beings have many kinds of fears. In fact, due to their rich emotions and sensitive perceptions, many new terms have even been born in terms of fears.

Fear of giants, claustrophobia, blah blah blah... but the oldest and most common of them all is the fear of the dark.

Human beings fear the dark because they don't know what kind of monsters lurk in it. Extend this concept a bit, and you'll get a real answer about darkness.

unknown.

People are afraid of whether there will be something terrible coming out of the empty road, afraid of the dark shadows flashing outside the window at night, and afraid of the creaking sound of the floor in the empty room... .

As for Cato Sicarius, what he dreaded was the next dream, the next unknown dream.

Fourteen hours had passed since that nightmare, and he was fine. Mephisto is always monitoring him with psychic energy, and he has already locked up all the artificial muscle fibers of Land Walking Titan, which means that if Sicarius really has some bad...symptoms, Nor can he act at full strength.

However, the next dream will come eventually. Sicarius was so sure of this, he had told Mephisto of this weird premonition, and the latter nodded calmly, telling him not to worry.

Other than that, he didn't say anything.

But how could he not be worried? Worries about the future, worries about his own destiny, the fear of the possible failure of the mission are intertwined, and the deepest primitive fear in his heart... All these emotions are making him restless.

After a few minutes, Cato Sicarius fell silent. He smiled wryly, realizing how inexperienced he was acting at the moment. He has fought for hundreds of years, but just now he looks like a recruit in the army.

"It's okay, Sicarius."

Mephisto closed his eyes and said, predicting what he wanted to ask. "You'll be fine. I'm trying to trace the origin of the culprit...the other party used a not-so-sophisticated ritual."

The Librarian of the Blood Angels opened his eyes, and on his pale face, those two dots of golden light were so conspicuous. Obviously, since the miracle he caused last time, something has subtly happened to this think tank.

"Can you stop him?" Sicarius asked with a hint of hope.

"maybe."

Mephisto didn't continue to give him confidence, he shook his head cruelly and truthfully. "In the highest heaven, you must be careful in everything you do. His rituals are not brilliant, and the traces left are even more obvious. But I can't... be so relieved."

He sighed, "I can't—do you understand?"

Cato Sicarius nodded heavily.

Outside the room, Bjorn and Saul Tarvitz were gazing at the scenery outside the porthole. Cables can be seen everywhere in the narrow corridors, which is very simple. At the corner at the end of the corridor, two heavily armed Iron Warriors were staring at this side.

"In thirty-nine hours, we will reach our destination. According to Honsou, there is nothing special about that planet. It is just one of thousands of planets swallowed by warp space. And according to A report from a trek fleet three years ago showed that the planet had in fact become a Death Star, and the demons had abandoned it."

Saul Tarvitz shook his head while speaking. Then, he gave his conclusion: "If only it were that simple."

His words made Bjorn smile: "Your intuition?"

"Yeah, my intuition." Tarvitz sighed. "My instincts are always right...we're afraid we're going to have a tough fight."

"If I don't fight, I might feel that something is wrong.

"

Bjorn's smile is getting bigger and bigger. Afterwards, he grinned, sticking out his long teeth, and put on a wolf posture in a real sense: "How can there be any reason why the task can be completed so easily? The captain said the task was so difficult at that time... ...If it is not difficult, I feel something is wrong."

"More is worse than less, Bjorn."

"Less is not always good, Tarvitz."

They fell silent tacitly, kept quiet, and continued to stare at the unspeakable scene outside the window. Geller's position protected them, allowing them to travel through this horrible place, but who knows how long?

Saul Tarvitz remembered the captain's evaluation of Geller's position, and many of his words were recorded in the information database by the Central.

He said the Geller stand was a very dodgy thing, using it was like wrapping a boat in a bubble and diving deep...

During this process, any external force may cause this bubble to burst~www.novelmt.com~ But all people can do is pray to the Emperor, and pray that this bubble will not burst. The whole thing is utterly absurd, yet humans have navigated the Warp in such an absurd way for ten thousand years.

Perhaps we are absurd creatures ourselves, Captain. Saul Tarvitz thought. Absurd, unreal, flawed...

His philosophical thoughts were interrupted by a slight shaking, and Tarvitz immediately frowned.

His hand was already on the power sword at his waist, and he didn't let go of the storm blade. He turned to look down the corridor, and one of the two Iron Warriors gestured to him, and Saul Tarvitz immediately understood what was going on.

He couldn't help cursing his crow mouth in a low voice.

Bjorn laughed dumbfounded, pulled out the ax behind his back, and walked towards the other end of the corridor. Amid the sudden sound of the alarm, his voice accurately reached Saul Tarvitz's ears.

"Look, I can tell you something, Captain?"

"...shut up, Bjorn."