Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel? Chapter 312

The following documents are only for those who have obtained the first-level clearance or the permission of Primarch Robert Guilliman to read. If you have neither, please close the port quickly and go to the nearest striae interactive terminal for memory therapy. If you choose to ignore this message, be prepared to be knocked out within half a minute.

Robert Guilliman frowned, looking at the screen with an expression of disbelief. He didn't know why Cephalon would add such a warning to his notes.

Furthermore, documents?

I don't want to share my notes.

After thinking for a moment, he decided not to dwell on this issue for the time being. The center has been tripping him from some irrelevant angles for several days in a row. Guilliman can roughly guess the reason, but he has no idea why the center of the magic circle would hold grudges so far.

It's not a big problem to drink several cups of calming tea in a row...

He thought silently, while doing this, he completely ignored who was urgently researching the treatment plan when he was so painful that he almost fainted, trying to restore him to health in the shortest possible time.

Sighing, he continued to write and draw on his portable personal terminal. Sometimes, this note will be used by him as a diary.

"To this day, I can probably confirm that the teacher's schizophrenia is getting worse. He has shown symptoms since Fulgan's treatment. But in those days it was just a bit of a humorous personality, and now It's a big problem that can't be ignored."

[In view of the general environment,

"As Khan said, I also think that he may have suffered some kind of secondary injury during the trip back to Terra to suppress the webway... Which of the remaining three evil gods Have the ability and desire to do such a thing?”

"I don't know. The closest guess is Sarees. I don't want to go any further. This question seems too advanced even for me."

"I used to write a lot, and I compiled a holy book. I'm not proud of this thing. In fact, its appearance means that I can also be quite short-sighted at certain times. It's a lesson."

"When I wrote it, I didn't think too much about it. I just wanted to prevent and avoid such a thing from happening again... But I didn't expect what happened later, how could I expect it? "

"The teacher may be the same. He may have made a decision that seemed perfect at the time as smartly as I did, but he didn't realize the consequences it might bring. However, I am more sure that he actually realized it, just Unwilling to change."

"He was very stubborn, perhaps even more stubborn than Dorn. My brother was at least willing to listen to people in some ways, and his stubbornness was excusable and part of character. But what my teacher showed That kind of stubbornness is the most incomprehensible thing in the world."

"All the generals I know understand one thing. In war, sacrifice is inevitable. Some people ignore this point, and some people pay attention to it all the time. But he is different. He simply puts this matter on his own. Every little change in the number of sacrifices will make him look uninterested in the morning meeting of the day."

"He didn't hide his mood swings, and he didn't refuse our occasional prying eyes. He just simply refused to talk to everyone about it. I hate this, and everyone hates this. Sanguinius has been in the Tried to talk him out after the meeting, but every time, he came back to us with a bad expression on his face."

"Fulgrim would show a smile that he knew this before. However, once, he still couldn't hold back and made a hypothesis. He thought that the situation might be better if Angron was around. I think Unlikely, Angron was too busy recruiting and rebuilding the Legion to even join the expedition."

"It's not his character, obviously, the teacher has done something in it... If he realizes this, I think he will probably do something irrational. And we Most likely it will not stop his actions when the time comes."

"After all, no matter who you look at it from, it's an insult.

disgrace. The teacher probably knew about this, so he basically didn't talk about Angron recently. But I asked the center, there is a station on the ship, who is it for, and we all know the answer. "

Guilliman sighed and put down his pen. The personal terminal is actually a neural connection with him, but he prefers this way of writing. Everyone has their own habits and characteristics, don't they?

Leaning back in the chair, his thoughts gradually drifted away.

The new research has no direction or clue at all. Magnus has become more and more reticent these days. He began to read the information provided by the center day and night, but unfortunately, he still found nothing.

Both he and Guilliman actually knew the key to the problem. To keep the Astronomical Torch burning, you need powerful psionic energy and a strong soul, both of which are indispensable.

However, therein lies the problem. Magnus' psychic power was strong enough, but his soul shattered like shattered glass that had just been glued together. Guilliman's soul quality is sufficient, but he has no psionic talent at all. He is a mage, to be precise, he is a magic apprentice.

How to solve these problems?

Robert Guilliman had no answer.

He raised his head and looked at the porthole in front of him. Only part of the floating stars was caught by the porthole in his room, but he didn't need to see the whole picture, he could also know their complete appearance.

This group of stars has a name that he is proud of—Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar. It was a testament to his life's work, and he loved this sector. If you ask, Guilliman won't deny that he loves Ultramar more than any other realm of the Empire. There was no shame in him admitting it.

He stared at it, suddenly had an idea.

He wanted to go up and have a look.

only......

Robert Guilliman suddenly shook his head and smiled wryly—no, no, it's a time of war, and I can't just go back there for temporary comfort just because of a momentary desire. Besides, who knows if they cleaned up those statues?

Thinking of those withered statues that couldn't even be described in detail, his expression became a little gloomy to the naked eye, but this was not the main reason.

On the ceiling of his room, an shapeless mass of darkness was slowly moving.

Robert Guilliman spoke in a low voice after a while: "You really like to go off the beaten path more and more recently, Curz."

"I'm just watching you..." Conrad Curz's voice sounded from the darkness. "I prefer to use this method as a pastime recently."

"Would you mind coming down and talking to me?"

Guilliman suppressed his anger and asked politely. Curz smiled deliberately, jumped down from Guilliman's ceiling, and even fashioned a chair for himself, and sat down calmly, without the slightest notion that he was a guest.

Robert Guilliman's eyelids twitched twice, and he decided to ignore it.

"I noticed what you wrote." Conrad Koz said with a slight smile. "It's very interesting, your observation of the captain is really meticulous."

"And that's an amazing statement from someone who was floating on my ceiling and peeping at me. Is voyeurism morally reprehensible in your laws?"

"Then it depends on the object of the peeping."

Curz pretended to think for a while, then spread his hands, showing the classic mocking smile again: "Besides, I don't think I have any morals at all."

"Really? Then you'd better act like a tyrant the next time you play a sim." Guilliman shot him a glare. "Otherwise I will start a war against you."

"How can you say such a thing?"

Curz made a horrified look: "Is this what you are, Robert Guilliman? We have misunderstood you all the time, and you are the most belligerent among us. Don't you know that the King How terrible is it for the civilians to start a war casually because of a whim?"

Take a deep breath, Robert Guilliman, take a deep breath.

Guilliman closed his eyes and began to try to persuade himself to calm down. His behavior was naturally seen by Conrad Koz, he smiled again, and nodded in satisfaction, as if he had obtained the result he wanted.

Then, the smile disappeared instantly. He takes a blunt turn and brings up something that, to Guilliman, is rather eerie.

"I've come to realize my true nature, Robert."

Conrad Coates said gravely. "To this day, I also understand one thing more and more. Although we can be regarded as subspace creatures from a certain point of view, we are not demons. This is more like a kind that is still incomprehensible. ..evolution."

He frowned ~www.mtlnovel.com~ obviously quite loathe the word—Robert Guilliman nodded imperceptibly, realizing that Curze doesn't like to place him above many mortals these days, saying that evolution The tone of the words is simply disgusting.

"But I can't deny that it gives me some pretty useful powers."

Curz changed his tone, but his expression remained serious.

"Now, I can bring darkness to its knees. Not just the darkness in the physical realm or the warp, but the darkness in your hearts and memories... I mean, I can see things , Robert Guilliman."

Guilliman frowned: "What the **** are you trying to say, Curze? You came to my room for no reason and started a tirade... What do you want to do?"

"I want you to go to Macragge with me." Curze was silent for a moment, with a weird smile on his face. "You shouldn't refuse my request, right? After all, this is just a simple... tour."

He blinked. "Can you, Robert?"

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