Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Chapter 1029 383. Round table talks (18, Death Guard)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Duel is an art, and confrontation is a very important part of it.

In the history of mankind, there have been many duels, and it can even be said that they are a bit scary. From wearing lace tights and stabbing each other to duel for the one you love, to two cowboys in the Wild West, standing face to face.

Move, compete in willpower and aiming skills under the scorching sun

You have to admit, humans are very good at killing each other. Of course, they are also very good at killing foreigners.

Mortarion stood in front of his adoptive father. The latter's face and even body were shrouded in darkness, and the heavy oppression felt almost suffocating.

The primarch could also feel this pressure. He tightened his grip on his scythe and said nothing. Coincidentally, his adoptive father also had a scythe in his hand.

However, his weapon is a farm tool. But the one in the Witch King's hand is an out-and-out weapon specially used for killing. Its blade is so sharp that people dare not even look directly at it, and there is a faint green at the end of the handle.

The flame burns quietly.

The Witch King's voice was heavy but also calm: "Kneel down now and beg me for mercy, and I will forgive your stupidity and your daring to go down the mountain privately and mix with those low-level creatures."

"No."

When the words of rejection were spoken, two green flames suddenly lit up on the Witch King's face shrouded in darkness. It snorted coldly, and a mountain-like pressure instantly pressed down on Mortarion's shoulders.

superior.

He began to shake, breathing hard, but still forced himself to stand firm. His willpower transcended the limitations of the body, and something older than him began to arise from the bottom of his heart.

Why?

Why can you overlook all this from a high place, why should they let you slaughter them? Why do you dare to be so arrogant? You are just a monster! You are not worth mentioning, you deserve to be trampled on, you do not deserve to wear your head.

crown!

This anger that came from nowhere made the Primarch stand still - even straight, he would never kneel.

no way.

"Resistance is futile, son of death. I can forgive you for going astray, and I can forgive you for being foolish enough to resist me. Because I see your potential, my son."

"If you were willing to accept my teachings wholeheartedly and use that knowledge, you would have surpassed me a few years ago. If you had not stubbornly refused, you could easily crush me into powder under your feet now. How,

Are you sorry, son of death?"

"I only regret why I didn't kill you before leaving."

The Witch King laughed, and his laughter was like a dead man sticking his head out of the coffin and chewing on his own tombstone. This is probably the sound they made when their dry gums and loose teeth rubbed against the stone tombstone.

"Your naivety is beyond my expectation. Don't you know your talent, Mortarion? If you are willing to sacrifice those lower creatures and use their life essence to strengthen yourself, you may even

In ten years, you will surpass all the wizarding overlords who have ever lived, and your power will be stronger than anyone can imagine——!"

The Witch King roared, with obvious jealousy in his voice.

"But your stupidity and short-sightedness ruined everything! You would rather hang out with those low-level creatures than learn my knowledge and show your loyalty to me! We could have countless worlds, countless Barbarus

!”

"Let countless worlds scream in agony under your witchcraft?"

The original body shook his head hard: "I am not stupid, nor short-sighted. I just know what you are, and I am unwilling to accept those things. You are a monster, that's all, and I am not, I am a human being."

"Humans can't do what you can do. Open your eyes and see. Mortarion, you are already a monster." The Witch King said coldly. "Now, go to death."

The primarch silently grasped the scythe.

——

"Will he win?" Vulkan asked worriedly.

"He won," Angron said. "It's a pity that he never told us any specific details of the battle."

The Golden Word Messenger nodded: "But he once showed the scars on his body. That thing left him with scars that could not be healed. But he won, he said it himself - and it was by beheading."

A smile appeared on Lorgar Aurelion's face: "Frankly speaking, I am proud of him."

"That is to say - he killed the alien alone."

Conrad Coates whistled: "Wow."

Sanguinius glared at him with a tense face, and made up his mind that if the Lord of the Night did not restrain himself, he would sit next to him with Vulkan.

The Lord of Death sighed.

"I know what you want to say, Conrad." He said lowly. "Yes, I lost, and he won. I went to the mountain fully armed, without encountering any attacks, but in the first few seconds of the battle

Then he was poisoned and fell to the ground. And he”

He closed his eyes, put the dagger close to his chin, slid it gently, and felt the coldness through the bandage: "I know he will win."

"You know?" Horus asked puzzledly.

"I can see that." Mortarion did not explain more, but just shook his head.

Of course he wouldn't say it. He felt that the person in the picture was completely different from him at the time. He could admit it, but he would never say it out loud, otherwise it would be the same as admitting his failure again. He had already admitted it to the black-robed mage

It happened once and he didn't want to do it again.

At least not now.

"However, to be honest, I still don't know how he can win." Guilliman shook his head. "Even if it's a projection, I can still sense the terrifying psychic energy of that alien."

He looked at Magnus, and happened to bring the eyes of others there. Magnus was shocked and immediately raised the book to cover the lower half of his face. His reaction left many people speechless.

He was choked, especially Leon Al'Jonson.

The lion frowned: "What's the matter with you, Magnus? You are a Primarch, and we are not going to discuss your mistakes now - put that book down!"

".I,I.Okay."

Magnus put down the book in frustration, but still lowered his head. He whispered: "Psychic energy is not actually the most important factor, but its witchcraft is the most terrifying. Those poisonous fog and...

Monsters exist through its power, so no matter what, this battle will be difficult."

"Then let's get on with it."

Fulgrim nodded calmly: "Now I just want to see this thing that calls humans with contemptuous names die immediately."