Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

On the mezzanine deck of the Vengeance, the monks of the Iron Snakes were undergoing a brief pre-battle preparation. Four hundred Astartes was not a small number, but for the whole of Terra, it was nothing. As a result, Insel, as the Chapter Commander, was quite nervous.

The homeworld and station of the Iron Serpents are in a relatively remote world. Generally speaking, only a small number of extremely outstanding people in a chapter like them are qualified to return to Terra to pay their respects to this cradle of mankind.

And now, except for those soldiers who stayed behind, all of them are here.

"If there is more, I don't think I need to say more." Incel said slowly. "Brothers, you all know what we are here for and why we are here. I have only one request from you, just as the Emperor has only one request from us."

He grinned slowly, revealing his white teeth: "Kill all the enemies of mankind."

"Don't forget Priyad."

At the end of this brief conversation, he said solemnly. It caused the sound of a group of gauntlets hitting the breastplate. Except for the cleric who had sworn an oath of silence, everyone else said it like a Chapter Master.

"Don't forget Priyad."

Not far from them, the 3rd Company of the Crimson Blades Chapter was also talking about something similar. However, compared to Insel, Yinzikil has fewer words.

From beginning to end, he only said three words.

First sentence: "Let the Chapter be proud of us."

Second sentence: "The Emperor is watching us."

The third sentence: "Kill it."

Having said this, he put on his helmet. Covering his handsome face and the crimson tears that spread on it like blood.

The main control room of the Vengeance.

"You can't enter the ground battlefield just yet."

"Then why can he?!"

Angron patted the table heavily, then raised his hand and pointed to Fulgrim, who was sitting by the side looking at the power sword, with a very dissatisfied tone. He had never been so angry before—a great and just war was at hand, and he was not allowed to join it at the first moment. But another person who is far inferior to him can, what does this mean? !

If He Shenyan wasn't the one who gave the order, he would now take it as an insult.

"Because Fulgrim is not like you, he won't charge everywhere like a poison blade tank on the frontal battlefield. The weapons he uses are not like you... swagger." He Shen said warmly. Said, but with a smile that made Angron unable to hold back his anger.

And at this moment, another party in their conversation happened to interject. I don't know if he was intentional or not, in short, his words made Angron's anger even higher.

"I agree, an axe is a weapon only used by fools, and an axe with lightning is a fool among fools." Fulgrim said lightly.

Angron took a deep breath and turned around. Judging from his face, the Lord of Red Sand was obviously extremely angry, but he just smiled and threw out a sentence: "Why is this weapon made for me, do you have it?"

"..."

Fulgrim raised his head and glanced at him, his hand stroking the blade for a moment. After a while, he spoke again: "Your rebuttal point is incorrect, and I don't envy your weapon at all."

He raised the power sword in his hand: "This is Sol Tarvitz's sword, you know this sword—"

"—Why didn't I make you a weapon."

Fulgrim frowned, still maintaining his demeanor: "As I said, your objection is incorrect. If you are going to start a debate with me, you should find yourself some more deterrent arguments. "

"Why didn't I make you a weapon?"

Blue veins appeared on Fenghuang's forehead, and he stopped talking. He turned and slapped the table equally heavily: "You brainless and ignorant reckless man!"

"Why didn't I make you a weapon?"

"...I can join the ground battlefield for the first time!"

He Shenyan covered his face quite speechlessly - he really didn't understand why these two people could make the situation like this when they met together. The bearing vanished from them without a trace, completely invisible.

When they repeated those two sentences more than a dozen times, and they couldn't help but want to do it, he finally stopped him: "Let's talk about business, Angron, can I ask you to sit down? "

Although the mage smiled very harmlessly, Angron sat down obediently.

Seeing this, he nodded in satisfaction. Then he turned his head to Fulgrim and said, "Steve's not doing well right now, he's struggling in that vision. The Emperor just sent me a psionic text. He's done everything he can to Steve. I need some help from my husband, but Nurgle is holding him very tightly. Therefore, I need you to go to his place."

"Steve?"

"Oh! My question." He Shenyan patted his forehead and smiled apologetically. "Forgot to introduce you, that's one of your new brothers--one. But now is not the time to say that, and I want you to go on this mission for two reasons."

"Number one, helping him might give me some better evidence in hindsight when I ask Guilliman to explain the existence of the two of you that you're already two very different people. Number two, you're more suited to this Covert combat, if I send Angron, he should make the scene ugly."

Phoenix nodded reservedly and threw a triumphant smile at Angron. Angron, who didn't see it at all, began to complain again: "Why do you have to explain to that **** Guilliman? In my world, he is the biggest traitor!"

"...You can be quiet for a while, okay?"

"Oh."

He Shenyan, who had a headache, rubbed between his eyebrows and said in a very slow tone: "Tera's current situation is very bad. Repairing after the war is not an easy task, everything is easier to destroy than to create. Keely Mann has never used orbital bombing, and I admire his determination to believe we will win."

"The entire surviving defense force of Terra is less than half of what it used to be, let alone civilians. The palace is now full of Nurgle demons, and the Imperial Army is fighting **** battles. Fortunately, we have the help of those heroic spirits, otherwise, the front line It will be compressed to a very dangerous level now, and the scene at that time is not what we want to see... eh?"

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his head and stared at the Glory of Macragge outside the window. This flagship of the Queen of Glory is really small in front of the Revenge, which is the same size as the planet. Then, he suddenly smiled.

"Interesting." He Shenyan smiled and shook his head. "That lady surprised me a little, the soulless queen... worthy of respect."

His self-talk ended the previous narration, and He Shenyan obviously lost the mood to make a summary. He stood up abruptly and made a gesture. A beam of blue light appeared in front of Fulgrim: "Go in and your mission officially begins. Need any other help?"

"This is enough."

Chemos' phoenix also stood up, tall and strong. The face is perfect—as long as you ignore that long, narrow scar. Fulgrim erected Sol Tarvitz's power sword, stared at his own reflection on it, strode into the blue light, leaving only one firm word.

"As for you, Angron."

He Shenyan shook his head and said, "Why do you have to quarrel with him every time you meet?"

"Because it's very interesting." Angron smiled happily, and he didn't seem to be angry before. This appearance attracted He Shenyan's strange gaze.

"Okay, I'm not going to get into what's really interesting... I'm going to let you and Jiva Doren enter the palace with you. The Custodians still need support, and the others can't. We've got enough people. It's in short supply."

Angron narrowed his eyes. He was about to agree when he thought of another thing.

"And you?"

"I?"

He Shenyan smiled again: "I have more important things to do...Do you want to hear it?"

"Come on, as if I said I thought you'd tell me. Every time you smile like that, you're going to play dumb with me for a long time."

"Then you guessed wrong... This time, I will really say it. It's a pity that some people refused."

Angron's face twitched, and he left the main control room amid the mage's laughter.

After he left, He Shenyan called Lictor.

-------------------------------------

There is only a small group of Sisters of Silence aboard Macragge's Glory. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Their large army is still waiting for the order of the Soulless Queen in the exclusive fortress. At this moment, the queen is quietly communicating with gestures that are exclusively used for communication between them. This gesture is only circulated among them, and no one can understand it except Sister Silent.

We must go to the ground. The Soulless Queen made a long series of gestures in rapid succession.

This is not in line with the order of His Royal Highness the Regent. Her lieutenant responded vehemently as well.

From the degree of bending of their fingers and the dazzling speed, it is not difficult to guess that they are breaking out into a quarrel. However, this silent quarrel did not last long.

If anything goes wrong, I'll take it. The palace needs our support, and the connection with the Ministry of Military Affairs is cut off. You should understand what this means.

She settled the argument with a firm gesture, and the adjutant bowed her head respectfully. Blonde ponytail tossed.

Moments later, they left Macragge's Glory on a transport ship.

"Are we just watching them leave?" an officer asked. The Ultramarines aren't the only ones on Macragge's Glory, they just don't have enough manpower to keep the behemoth running. In fact, most of the work is done by mortals. And the best of them will also be accepted by the Ultramarines as auxiliary troops.

"I don't think there's any reason for us to stop a bunch of honorable ladies who volunteered to die, what do you think?" his colleague replied. At the same time, he took off his hat. "Also, you know what's going on."

Read the latest chapter of serious people who are learning magic in Marvel, please pay attention ()