Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel? Chapter 103

Guilliman ran for a while and returned to his office and study. Sure enough, as Batman said, thousands of different SOS letters appeared like snowflakes on the display of the data terminal. Guilliman did not. look at them. He pulled out one of them, from Maximus Thorne.

He is the current Captain of the Imperial Fists.

Without reading the letter, he directly initiated a communication with Maximus, the screen flickered for a while, and Maximus Thorne, wearing armor and an anxious face, appeared on his screen.

"Lord Guilliman!"

Stopping Maximus who wanted to perform the Eagle Salutation, Guilliman was very fortunate at this time that it was Dorne's son who was guarding Terra, and he said quickly: "This is not the time to worry about those etiquettes, Maximus, Is the Yamajin capable of orbital bombing?"

"Orbital bombing?! My lord, this is Terra!"

Maximus was horrified, and was hardly scared to death by Guilliman: "Are you serious?!"

Guilliman replied gloomily, "That's just a last resort... How many people do you have available?"

"A total of 30,000 Astartes on the Mountain Front... Your Excellency?" Maximus answered cautiously, he knew that this was not in line with the Astartes Code issued by Guilliman, but now It's not the time to hide it, he can only tell the truth.

Fortunately, Guilliman didn't bother about the number of people. He even nodded approvingly: "You have done a good job of keeping secrets."

"Move the orbital defense system, in my name. Also, from now on, reject all orders and requests from the Inquisition. Reject their communication requests, and be suspicious of any Inquisitors. Quickly send people to support Terra ground, We must never let that happen again!"

Guilliman issued the order in a calm tone, but his forehead had already popped out, and he was obviously furious: "I will send 2,000 Ultramarines to support you, and you are in full command of the defense of Terra. I believe Dorn The children of you, you are experts in defensive warfare."

He gave a fleeting and dangerous smile: "Terra has thousands of trillions of people, and the defense is pitiful in comparison. But I believe in the people of the Empire, they will not stand still. Go ahead, Mark Remember, Sims Thorne, let Dorne be proud of you, let the Empire be proud of you."

"I will, my lord." Maximus Thorne took a deep breath and hung up the communication.

Guilliman didn't even read the letter from the Inquisition. He stood up and shouted to the door: "Get Karius! I have a task for him!"

Tyra...

He Shenyan woke up from his meditation and suddenly opened his eyes. A voice swirled in his mind, with deep sorrow.

Ah, Tyra.

The mage raised a hand calmly, and Angron and Fulgrim, who were still in the medical cabin, were teleported by him. The two primarchs stared at each other, and before Angron began to laugh at Fulgrim in a routine manner, they heard He Shenyan calmly say, "Something happened to Terra."

Fulgrim kicked open the door of the medical cabin and sat up wetly. His chest cavity has almost healed, but the scar has not completely disappeared. At this time, with his movements, the long and narrow scar has a tendency to crack again. He Shenyan glanced at him and threw a healing psychic radiance at him.

Although it is not enough for him to fully recover for the time being, it will not let the wound open.

"Is the situation true? Are you sure it's not Tzeentch's conspiracy?"

"Why do you look like this when you're thinking...of course it's true, he said it himself. Besides, he's not very satisfied that you think it's Tzeentch's conspiracy."

He Shenyan sighed: "At this rate, it will take at least a week for us to arrive at Terra."

"He's here?!" Angron suddenly straightened his waist.

"Just as long as he doesn't exist... Let's get down to business." He Shenyan waved his hand.

"Is there a way to speed up?"

Fulgrim gasped and asked. The medical fluid was still accumulating in his throat, but Phoenix didn't care about it. He took a big mouthful of fresh air, trying his best to adjust his lungs, which had not been able to breathe normally for a long time.

"It's already the highest speed." He Shenyan shook his head. "Unless we do another warp voyage, but I bet there's definitely more than a dozen Tzeentch demons waiting for us inside."

Fulgrim's brain was obviously better than Angron's, and he quickly thought of another way: "Do you have a way to send me or this idiot directly to Terra?"

Angron glanced at him, did not speak, and decided to settle accounts with him later.

"I'd love to do it, but I can't."

He Shenyan explained: "I have to go to Terra before I can teleport them there."

"Then what?" Angron said anxiously. "One week, God knows what troubles will happen during this time! That's Terra. Although the world is different, there must be countless evil things suppressed under the palace..."

"Although your guess is correct, you don't have to be too pessimistic, Angron."

Instead, the mage calmed down: "The son of Roger Dorn and Guilliman are both in Terra, and the two flagships, the Mountain Array and the Glory of Macragge, are floating above Terra's orbit. There are three new Primarchs. Trust them."

Angron ignored the words of Roger Dorn and Guilliman's guard Terra for the moment (in his world, both of them were traitors), and his eyes widened: " Three new primarchs?!"

The same goes for Fulgrim, who is about to lie back in the infirmary again—three neoprimarchs? The old man has been sitting in that chair for 10,000 years. Is he talking about being a teenager or something?

This blasphemous thought was quickly met with retribution, He Shenyan glanced at him, and suddenly punched Phoenix in the face with his psionic energy, the force was so great that Fulgrim's entire upper body fell backwards: " It wasn't my initiative, it was requested by someone."

Fulgrim rubbed his right cheek and said in a sullen voice: "It's fine, but you have to explain to us what the three new primarchs are."

"I'm from another world, so I got some help from other worlds."

The Master spread his hands: "Is it very simple and easy to understand? This is the situation. Now is not the time to tell stories."

"Is it trustworthy?" Of course Fulgrim knew that it was not suitable to tell stories now, and he simply asked the most crucial question.

Chemos' Phoenix had a suspicious look on his face at this time.

His suspicions are quite legitimate and well-founded. After all, he'd seen too many betrayals and depravity—some of them that he couldn't even think about now, how could they be depraved? Then, when he thought of himself again, he was relieved.

The corruption of the Chaos Evil Gods to human beings is ubiquitous. Although they are the Primarch, they are not immune from this. The temptation is like a shadow, everyone has desires, and who can really have few desires? He himself has fallen, how can he trust other people he has never met?

Facing his question, He Shenyan smiled.

"You can rest assured of that, Fulgrim." His smile was impeccable. "They are absolutely loyal."

"Before I betrayed, I thought so too. Who knows what kind of conspiracy they will weave? Everything will follow their hearts, and can they really stay loyal when the whole world is tempting you? ?" Fulgrim retorted him unceremoniously, even taking himself as an example, which made Angron look at him in surprise.

Then, he nodded in agreement: "I'm skeptical, I've never met, I don't know what kind of people they are."

"The question of loyalty or not, you can have a good discussion with each other after meeting. I believe they will give an answer that will satisfy both of you. But now, both of you must listen to me carefully."

He Shenyan interrupted their discussion, he raised a finger solemnly, and a golden flame flickered on it: "I'm going to try a little."

When he said this, he took a special look at Angron, and the masseter muscles of the Lord of Red Sand tightened for a moment - every time He Shenyan said a small attempt, he would bring him a big surprise, no, it was a shock more appropriate.

"What do you want to do this time?" Angron asked.

"Owned."

He Shenyan closed his eyes, put his index fingers together with both hands, and approached his temples. The traditional arts reappeared in the sky again, and the tooth-crunching sound resounded in the main control room. Angron and Fulgrim watched this scene solemnly. Although they did not understand what the mage was doing, they could learn from him. Some pain in the expression.

"Listen - I'm going to separate half of my soul and stay on the Vengeance, and the half soulless soul will continue to process all kinds of information for the Vengeance and act as a server. My body will also remain on the Vengeance, but only Body." He tore out half of his soul as he explained to Angron and Fulgrim. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The expressions of both of them were not very good-looking, especially Angron, his mouth was tightly closed, his lips were trembling, and the scene in front of him was beyond his imagination. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer and roared, "Are you crazy?!"

"I've always been like this." The mage answered him calmly, the pain didn't affect his steady hand and the next movement of casting spells.

"Listen to me."

"My most important part, the half of the soul that carries the personality and memory will go to Terra via the Star Torch and find someone to possess it. This way I can appear directly on the battlefield. In the process, my body and the Vengeance will , there may be some incomprehensible phenomena in the surrounding space, don't worry.”

He opened his eyes, his face was pale, but the flames in his eyes were burning more vigorously than ever: "When the situation is critical, you only need to call my name and I will come back."

Chapter end