Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Mordekaiser.

An ancient tyrant, a courageous mortal, a...respectable mortal.

Yes, this is what the mage said about him. He does not hate ambitious people, not to mention, Mordekaiser promised that he would challenge death, and he did it.

Based on this alone, he is qualified to receive the respect of He Shenyan. But this trivial respect is not enough for him to turn a blind eye to Mordekaiser's resurrection at this time. After all, there is an evil god from outside the realm above his head.

is watching him.

The mage could feel the look in his eyes that was full of interest in him. That disgusting look that was mixed with love, desire, appreciation and destructive desire. In order not to be disturbed by his blazing eyes, He Shenyan even had to close a little of his own eyes.

Perception.

It's time to get down to business.

The blasphemous scenes in the hall began to reorganize little by little. They were assimilated by pure magic and turned into tiny molecules in the air little by little. Their existence could not be observed by the naked eye. Soon after, these were carved into living art while they were still alive.

Poor poor people will disappear with the wind. Their corrupted corpses will be transformed into their former pure appearance through the hands of the mage.

This is the only thing he can do for these people.

Among them were civilians, soldiers, dignitaries, or beggars on the street. That woman was really playing with the lives of mortals purely based on her own interests, treating them as toys or useful objects.

Toys. This kind of thing happens all the time, and He Shenyan gradually begins to realize that people like him are an anomaly.

A strong person...a strong person with bottom line and self-restraint like him is very rare.

His complicated thinking did not last long. He Shenyan lowered his head expressionlessly. Scarlet magic flashed around him, and the restless dead underground were driven back. He heard a dull roar, like

It's a piece of steel being struck by a hammer, and it's like the screams from the throats of the dead.

A wave of malice locked onto him. He Shenyan smiled, "Look at me?"

Then I’ll look at you too!

He threw a dozen mental shocks with his backhand at the consciousness that was locked on him. After he was sure that Mordekaiser was severely beaten by this blow, he stopped his movements.

As for now...it's time to deal with Slaanesh's invasion.

Calling it an invasion, it is actually better to say it is LeBlanc's active call. Through her corrupted rituals and the mortals as sacrifices, Slaanesh was able to set his sights on this new world tens of thousands of worlds away.

place.

So, what to do?

While he was still thinking, a cold consciousness sent him a 'communication request'.

It's the emperor.

He Shenyan sighed, "Okay, what do you want to do?"

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It’s still that dark space.

The man changed his clothes. He was now dressed like a farmer, wearing linen clothes that were even stained with soil. But this is the space of consciousness. Where did he get the land from?

After looking at him, He Shenyan asked calmly: "What's the matter?"

"I'm here to remind you, or in other words, to warn you."

The man was indifferent to his attitude and seemed calm: "I just want to tell you that His influence is not so easy to be clear - in some parts of the world, corruption may have already begun. Plague,

War, love...and those who seek wisdom and power. Be careful, mage."

"I just want to know one thing, how to get this damn purple beam of light out of here."

The man smiled: "You don't have to worry about that."

"What's the meaning?"

"Someone is already ready to help...a ​​very beautiful creature." He commented, and then changed the topic: "It's you, mage. I rarely see people like you."

"Me?" He Shenyan asked. "What kind of person am I?"

The man with an ordinary face did not answer this question. He lowered his head and his expression became a little solemn. The dark space around him began to slowly change, and a rotating blue planet appeared behind him. Both the man and the

He Shenyan is extremely familiar with this planet.

He said slowly: "It's not important - Master, my evaluation means nothing to you, right? You are not my useless sons, nor do you regard my approval as Cronus does.

Be a fanatic believer in life. You are a rare person who has a clear understanding of me and the world."

"This is the most rare thing."

"I thought that a human god like you would prefer that everyone believe in you."

"On the contrary," the Emperor replied. "I hope that one day mankind will completely abandon me and sweep me into the dustbin of history. It is best to completely forget about my existence. No one will mention it.

My little thing. Only this is the best."

"You are completely different from the gods I have seen."

"Have you seen many gods?"

"There are not a hundred, but eighty. But most of them are indigenous gods, who don't have such power as you. They just enjoy the worship of mortals with peace of mind throughout their lives, but they don't care about the suffering they have suffered.

Turn a blind eye. This is especially disgusting to me."

The emperor nodded calmly and said: "Religion is of no use to mankind."

"But you seem to be using religion to control your empire now, His Majesty the Emperor." The mage smiled narrowly, and the Emperor shook his head helplessly. Then, he also laughed.

"You are right, Master. This is exactly what I feel helpless about - the thing I hate is now one of the solutions that can allow mankind to continue to survive. Even if it is a chronic poison, it will bring

The same goes for countless corruption, unjust, false and wrongful convictions, and cannibalism. Religion...sigh..."

He sighed deeply. At this moment, he seemed to have nothing to do with the identity of the emperor. Instead, he looked more like a middle-aged man who had nothing to do with his impoverished family.

He Shenyan looked around. He knew it was just an illusion, but he didn't want to expose it.

Countless beautiful planets are slowly rotating, and humankind's huge fleet is slowly marching in the galaxy. People are freely traveling back and forth on various planets, living and working in peace and contentment, and traveling around. Life span has been increased to an extremely high level by technology, and there is nothing helpless.

A serious disease that is curable. People can choose the way they want to live.

There is no war, no killing, no fighting. If you want to be a painter, go for it, and if you want to be a hover taxi driver, you can. There is no distinction between you and me - because the oppressors are gone.

Everyone is equal.

This ridiculous empty talk actually came true at this moment.

He Shenyan smiled and shook his head. He realized that this might be the reason why he was unwilling to pop this beautiful bubble. This scene was so beautiful that even if he knew it was just a bubble, he would not want to pop it. Who could refuse?

What about such a future?

The emperor smiled and asked: "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yeah...it's a pity that this is just an impossible dream."

"It will happen - one day," the Emperor said firmly.

Something in He Shenyan's heart was touched. Some people just don't know how to say nice things. The more they want to express their emotions, the more hurtful the words they say will be. Just like him at this time.

The mage said mockingly: "Why are you so stupid?"

"It's just the Foolish Old Man who moved mountains. Haven't you heard of this ancient myth?" The emperor smiled lightly, not caring about his ridicule.

He smiled and said: "Of course I know what kind of race human beings are - arrogant, arrogant, war-crazy, they don't care about the destruction of the environment, and the ways of killing fellow humans are changing with each passing day. But I also know another thing."

"It's something you know very well, right, mage? You know this too."

He Shenyan pursed her lips tightly and continued to speak harshly: "No, I don't know. You are really annoying."

The emperor smiled: "I remember that you once firmly believed that I was a god."

Their conversation could not continue, and the Emperor continued: "It was pleasant chatting with you, mage, but I have to leave first - they have discovered you, please pay attention..."

The emperor's last words disappeared without a trace along with the shattering of the surrounding Milky Way. He Shenyan stood in the hall of the Immortal Fortress. The blasphemous aura above his head had disappeared, and his face was calm.

Just hold your hands tightly.

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Terra.

Also called Earth.

This common home planet for all humans has now turned into a miserable planet that is a complete hive world, in the emperor's palace.

On the throne in this sacred palace, you can't see anything related to the word "Emperor".

On the contrary, most people who are lucky enough to come to this place can only see a rotting corpse sitting on a throne. His face and body have become extremely decayed, and many of the muscles that have long since become rotten are even

Still hanging between his bones.

He sat on a throne, a golden throne - countless unmutated skulls representing human purity were piled at his feet. The sentences recording his sacred words were copied by the most pious nuns and carefully nailed to his

at hand.

The holy incense burned slowly, and the calming smell did not relieve his pain at all. After all, he was still alive.

Countless iron pipes with a cold metallic luster were inserted into his body from the throne behind him, barely maintaining the life of this rotting corpse. Yes, although it is unbelievable, he is indeed still alive.

In an unacceptable way, in a profane way, in the most painful way.

The sound of the instrument sounded monotonously in the palace, and there was nothing else - until at a certain moment, the corpse let out a painful groan from its throat. The next second, dozens of black figures

They appeared out of nowhere, came under his throne, knelt down on one knee, and lowered their heads piously.

But the rotten corpse didn't speak anymore. On his head, which was no different from a skeleton, a drop of tears flowed from the empty black eyes.

"Is he mourning?" a voice said firmly.

“Mourn for what?”

No one answered.

"Emperor..." Someone said piously, even hoping that he could share some of the pain with himself. But the rotting corpse did not move, as if the tears were an illusion. After all,

His lacrimal glands had been removed long ago, so how could he shed tears?

Several whispers rang out and soon disappeared. The rotten corpses stopped moving, and the black shadows also disappeared.

Amidst the monotonous ticking sound of the instruments and the slowly burning fragrance of the holy incense, the human Emperor with a decayed, dilapidated and terrifying face sat on his golden throne, continuing to protect him in the midst of unspeakable pain.

Humanity.

He was happy with the pain.