Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel? - Vol 12 Chapter 157

The sound of the explosion was confined to his ears, and the force compressed to the limit began to change the color of the space. Tzeentch was still screaming, changing form.

She went from a shapeless cloud of smoke to the white snake again, hissing letters. But the blade was still stuck in her body. She became the green man, the devil, the bird—everything she was. No matter how many incarnations she uses and what methods she tries, the Emperor’s blade never leaves.

It turned out that this is the feeling of death. The Emperor thought thoughtfully.

Listening to Tzeentch’s scream before his death, the Lord of Humanity closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank into the depths of his memory.

He saw a boy.

Wheat-colored skin, topless, bare feet. The boy was sitting in a hut made of mud, holding a skull. It was his father’s skull. The boy turned it over slowly, his fingertips carefully touching the pale surface. The thumb, still muddy, ran across the jaw and those teeth.

After a while, the boy stood up and put the skull aside. Turning his gaze to the stone frame aside, several other skulls stayed there quietly. There are also some clay sculptures that he made with his own hands.

They were filled with stones by the boy, and if his memory was correct, he would go to the beach in a few days to find some fishermen to exchange shells for better eyes. However, these are just ancient customs. You can put it all away.

The Emperor had read this memory a thousand times – in a few minutes, the boy would walk out the door. Get out of this tattered, mud-shaped hut.

He held his father’s skull, his heart full of rage. At this time, he didn’t know what it was. He just felt uncomfortable in his heart, and tears almost came out of his eyes. His ability to wake up suddenly told him everything.

No need to pray, no need to call out to his father’s spirit. Just a simple touch, the boy can understand everything. Then he would take the skull and find the man who murdered his father…his uncle, his father’s brother.

His uncle would fall to the ground and die of a heart attack. When he dies, he drops an unformed shell necklace, which is supposed to be given to his cousin when it’s finished, but she’ll never see it.

People would run and run, uttering many phrases, full of fear and sadness. It was the ancient early Indo-European dialect, which in a few hundred years would develop into a language called Hittite, and then disappear into the river of time with the passage of time.

What will happen after that, the Emperor is tired of it.

He has watched it too many times.

The boy’s stature began to grow infinitely higher, and in an instant he changed from an immature child to that of a savage. His black hair was tied behind his head, and he wore a simple cloth robe and straw sandals. The savage sat cautiously against the wall of the house and looked out the window.

Large and small mud houses are distributed on both sides of a small river, and the wheat fields under the sunset are gently blowing with the breeze. The shimmering water made the barbarian sigh.

This gathering place, which cannot yet be called a town, is very lively, with adults chatting and laughing with each other, children chasing and fighting in their sight, and a few dogs barking hoping that someone will give them some food. The breeze that blew across the lake brought him some comfort by gently stroking the face of the barbarian by the window.

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Hope to see it longer.

The savage bowed his head, and a few coughs poured out of his throat. The blood dripped and dyed an irregular bright red on his cloth robe, which soon soaked the robe, leaving blood marks on the skin, and the internal organs began to growl. The **** who was born in him was awakening, and when she was born, he died.

His head was getting lower and lower, and his line of sight became more and more blurry. Tzeentch was right. As the newborn wakes up, his vision is first taken away. Then there are the hands and feet. Eventually, he will completely dissipate, and not even the memory will remain.

That nascent consciousness wouldn’t pick up on his memory, and the pain contained within would be enough to completely collapse any self-conscious being. Her self-preservation mechanisms don’t do that.

She was nothing more than an aggregate of fragments, made of his broken soul, glued together by the beliefs of billions of humans in him. She is what humanity wants her to be.

Maybe they’ll be better off?

The thought floated in the barbarian’s mind.

He wants no more children to stare at their parents with hungry eyes, he wants people regardless of class, no more oppression, murder, deception. I hope everyone can support themselves and their families by their own hands, hope they can be themselves without worries… He has a lot of ‘hope’, yes, a lot.

The savage’s eyes began to wander, and nosebleeds came out of his nostrils. The unimaginable pain began to make him tremble.

But he didn’t scream, didn’t resist, and even accelerated the process of waking the newborn. She is the **** of human beings, and she will definitely protect human beings… Based on this idea, he will help her receive his remaining power without reservation.

In pain, he slid along the wall and fell to the ground, unable to remain seated. Sweat rolled down from his forehead, his eyes widened to the limit, blood was gurgling out of it, his fingers randomly drawn circles on the ground, his chest and abdomen undulating rapidly.

The sound of people chatting after a hard day’s work came into his ears, and the laughter of children, the barking of dogs, the sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves…how beautiful. His breathing began to become rapid.

“boom!”

…what’s that sound?

“boom!”

Is it my illusion, or is someone really knocking on the door?

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

The savage’s eyes widened, not understanding what was going on – until he noticed that the wooden door was shaking with the sound.

It was so powerful, one hit after another, each hit that made the barbarian’s heart pound, and he could barely breathe. And the strength of the person who smashed the door began to grow stronger and stronger, and even drowned out all other sounds.

“boom!”

The door was opened and it slammed against the wall with a creak.

A man stood in the doorway, wearing a black robe, his face was so pale that it was almost transparent. He gasped heavily, and a soft golden glow emanated from behind him, illuminating the dimly lit room. It also illuminates the sky. The sunset is setting at this moment. The sky should be dark, but it is illuminated by this light like day.

“It’s not easy to find you,” the man said. “I told you, I have a way.”

He stretched out a hand, and golden light emerged from it. The man pulled the barbarian from the ground. His figure began to gradually dissipate, replaced by more and more solid golden light. The barbarian stared blankly at all this, he forgot to think. The pain began to gradually disappear, Mo Hu’s vision returned again, his hands and feet stopped shaking, and his breathing became smoother.

Gone are the mud shacks, replaced by houses made of wood. The barbarian walked out the door, and the sky became brighter. The uneven dirt road was filled with sand and gravel and paved with cobblestones.

The houses on both sides of the river are the same as the wheat fields, and time is changing rapidly. The aroma of food rushed into his nose, and the savage turned his head to look, and found that the house behind him had turned into a two-story bungalow of red bricks, with bright windows and a tiled roof. Green smoke was slowly rising from the chimney.

He raised his hand and gently pushed the door open. The family is enjoying dinner in it – the picture lasts for a second, and then continues to change. One of the children grew up, and his parents grew old and died. The child gets married, has a new life, and then dies. The war destroyed the house along with the surrounding town.

Wanderers came here to establish new gathering places, and then there was war. I don’t know how long it took, and the place began to change. Houses and high-rise buildings made of concrete and steel replaced everything, roads became smooth and clean, and electricity flowed. Even in the dark night, it is bright as day.

Countless people came and went, only the barbarian in the blood-stained robe stood still. The vicissitudes of life, but a snap of a finger.

“What happened?” he asked himself.

“Your memory is recovering.” He Shenyan’s voice came from behind him, and the black-robed mage walked over from the past little by little. Walking in front of him, there was a soft golden light on his body.

The savage looked at him in confusion.

“I connected the star torch and used its illumination in the warp to connect with the spirits of humans in the entire universe. Humans believe in you, and a **** composed of faith is awakening in your body. The basic power that constitutes her comes from you. , but the more important factor is human beliefs. Subconsciously, everyone has a perception of you.”

“Some people think you’re a protector, some people think you’re going to avenge all those who have died injustice. Some people think you’re an unfeeling, egoless, absolutely fair judge. Some people think you’re a benevolent one. The old man…all these, form the image of the **** who is about to be born.”

“However, the gods are fragile.” He Shenyan laughed. “Especially believe in God. They are born because of their belief, and they will also change themselves because of their belief, and even their consciousness will be distorted.”

“…You made all mankind stop believing in me?” The barbarian’s voice trembled.

“I don’t have the ability to modify everyone’s memory, I just modeled the concept. I just told them, you need help.”

The ground on which they stood began to gradually rise, and the embryonic form of the hive was being born. Black metal and thick cables covered the ground, replacing the telephone poles that used to be on both sides of the road. Trees disappear, soil disappears, and wild animals go extinct one by one.

Huge nests thousands of meters high rose from the ground, and a mountain range was carved into a magnificent palace behind them. He Shenyan shook his head: “Seriously, you should pay attention to the environment.”

The barbarian smiled, trying to catch his joke, but found that the mage’s figure was gradually becoming thinner.

“you–?”

“A little question,” the mage said calmly. “At the necessary price, we will meet again in reality, no problem? Or do you want to stay in your memory for a while longer? I have no opinion.”

“They protected you,” he said at the last moment before dissipating. “Just as you’ve done with them over the past tens of thousands of years.”

The savage said nothing, just stared at the place where he disappeared.

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The sun went down. The golden beam of light that penetrated the sky also disappeared little by little.

Some people feel lost and they don’t know where this feeling comes from. More people are unaware, they don’t know what they’re doing. Many refugees were still calling the Emperor’s name and praying to him.

Star Torch Hall.

“Why did he pass out?”

“how could I know?”

“Damn, Robert, you’ve been here since the beginning, you even know his plan! We’ve only been here in half an hour, and we’re the ones qualified to say ‘I don’t know’!”

“Yeah, both of you are traitors!”

“How many times do you want me to explain it to you? I’m not the Angron you remember!”

“I know, otherwise you wouldn’t be alive. Trust me. You’d be beheaded the moment you appeared in front of me.”

“Heh, it’s amazing that this came out of your mouth. That little Robert, who only cried for his father, dared to say such a thing to me? You don’t really think you can beat me, do you? ?”

“Can the two of you stop for a while? What kind of formality? The two Primarchs have no manners, and they insult each other without any image~www.mtlnovel.com~ What about your sanity?”

“Oh, that’s so sorry, sissy. Not everyone looks in the mirror to see if their robes still need ironing for half an hour before you go out the door like you do.”

“…Angron, you idiot! I’ve never done that! Open your eyes and take a good look, is it possible that I’m wearing a robe?!”

“Agreed, it looks like you’ve gotten better with the scar on your face, Falcon.”

He Shenyan reluctantly opened his eyes and sighed faintly.

“I said the three of you… can you be quiet?” He shook his head and floated off the ground. “Seriously, you should go and learn from the Sisters of Silence.”

“what!”

Angron came over first, and he asked anxiously, “Are you okay?”

“Not good.” The mage shook his head. “Seriously, I’m almost killed by the three of you. Ha, what about the reduced body.”

His words made the three of them not know how to react for a while, especially Guilliman, he even felt a burning pain on his face – the Mage was right, their performance just now was not much worse than the foolish people, as if less He didn’t know what to do.

“…It’s just that some people can’t even explain the situation.”

Angron threw the pot without a trace, and then asked, “Did you succeed?”

He Shenyan looked at him like an idiot, and shook his head after a while. The shaking of the head made Fulgrim and Guilliman’s heart sink to the bottom immediately, especially Fulgrim, who almost looked like he was about to cry.

“Sometimes you really make me suspect something, Angron,” the wizard said slowly. “At least have more trust in me?”