Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

He then looked down.

Uprising, fleeing to the mountains. All these are things he has never experienced before, and this younger individual looks like a completely different person from him at that time. This Angron does not speak much, is silent, and always looks like he is grinning.

, because of his Butcher's Nails, he must suppress himself at all times, otherwise he will go into a frenzy and kill everyone around him.

They fled with no food, no supplies, and no clothing to resist the cold. There were hundreds of slave gladiators who died from cold and hunger alone. This Angron led them deep in the mountains.

They were on the run for several years, during which they fought many battles with the troops who came to arrest and pursue them.

More people died.

So he became even more silent, as did everyone. No one would sit around the fire and tell hopeful words or dirty jokes to liven up the atmosphere. Everyone was silent and desperate. He looked around,

He couldn't find a face that still had hope, not even his own.

However, no one blamed him. They said it was better to stay in the arena, and no one said it. They seemed to have made up their minds - even if they died, they would die with this young man.

Angron knew that this situation would not last long.

The ruling class of Nucoria is called the High Cavalry. This is a title that has no reason or glory at all, just like their beloved slave trade. They will not allow special cases like Angron to live for too long, as expected.

, the fantasy scene jumped. Seven well-equipped and large armies surrounded them.

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Angron rubbed a knife on his wrist. The man lying on the ground had bronze skin and scars all over his body. His lips were bloodless and pale. Angron knew that this was because he had spent too many days.

There is no food to eat and no water to drink.

This is true for everyone.

He frowned, and a small movement caused a sharp pain like a needle pricking in the nail in his head. Angron gritted his teeth, exhaled softly, threw the knife to the ground, and used his teeth to

He bit his own wrist open.

Blood gushed out, and he carefully held his wrist in front of the man, but he stubbornly refused to drink.

Angron looked at him, and the other party would look at him with the same firm eyes, and he was still in a stalemate - finally, he gave in. The man sighed and shed tears: "You don't have to do this, it's not worth it."

"No." Angron put his wrist to his mouth and whispered, "It's worth it."

There were only about forty people left in the cave, and thirteen of them had lost their fighting power because they were too weak. Angron used his own blood to restore their fighting power one by one. He didn't know why his blood had this effect.

Just like he doesn't know why he is taller and stronger than others.

But he doesn't care.

A few words of Nucorian dialect came from outside the cave, all of which were insulting words. Angron closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his hand was already holding a spear leaning against the rock wall of the cave.

He looked around, looked at the trembling but determined people, and whispered: "Let us..."

Before he could finish his words, with a ray of white light, some strangers appeared in this small cave. Their figures made the already crowded place appear even narrower.

A group of tall warriors wearing brass armor and bright red cloaks were guarding a man wearing golden armor. Angron stared at his face, which was a kind of nobility and rationality that transcended the world, but he felt a sense of unknown.

Where does the anger come from.

"Who are you?" Angron asked in a deep voice.

The god-like man looked at him, smiled - just for a moment, and then returned to his expressionless face: "Your creator, your father."

"My father is dead."

A golden light flashed in the man's eyes, and he said lightly: "That is just a gladiator, an ordinary mortal. Come on, come back to me, I will give you an army that moves according to your will, we can

Let’s conquer this universe together.”

Angron only thought it was ridiculous.

Incredibly ridiculous.

If he hadn't known that this man was not lying... Angron shook his head and said calmly: "No, I refuse."

The warriors in brass-colored armor changed their standing postures. A feeling of being threatened made Angron assume a posture about to attack. The man shook his head and said displeasedly:

"Do you know who you are rejecting? Do you know what kind of future you are rejecting? This is for the future of the entire human race!"

"I don't care about the future of mankind, sir." Angron showed a sarcastic smile. "Go away."

The man was indifferent to his insulting words, and just left here with the group of warriors in a similar white light. Angron noticed the look in his eyes, and he knew that the matter might not be over yet.

But, he doesn't care.

He grabbed the spear and nodded to the brothers around him: "It's time to die, my brothers. What do you think?"

"Stop talking nonsense, Angron." A one-armed warrior replied with a smile. "We will not let you die before us."

Angron raised his eyebrows, and the nails were being explored in his mind, drilling deeper and deeper, but he did not show any anger towards these warriors: "Okay, I'll wait and see."

The battle ended quickly.

They who were starving were no match for the enemy. Even though Angron was extremely brave and did not wear any armor, relying only on a spear to move in and out of the battle formation, but when the enemy pressed the sword on the necks of his brothers

When he got there, Angron could only throw away his weapon.

The soldiers insulted him and even spat at him. Some kicked his legs, trying to make the big man kneel down. Their attacks were like tickling Angron, and he was indifferent. So, a

The enemy officer smiled, raised his knife, and dropped the head of one of his comrades on the ground.

Angron's face twitched.

His flesh, his bones and even his soul - every part of his body and soul was throbbing. The Butcher's Nail created countless cruel illusions for him, and he killed a thousand resentful souls.

His brother and his father's faces were snarling at him, but Angron forced them all down.

No, I can't go crazy or they'll all die.

He knelt down.

The officer smiled smugly. When he came to the giant, he wanted to be condescending. But he was shocked to find that Angron was as tall as he was standing even when he was kneeling. He slapped Angron angrily.

The slap made my palms hurt.

The officer angrily took the sword handed to him by his subordinates, and just when he was about to stab Angron's eyes, a white light flashed - he was gone.

"No--!"

The first second he saw the man, Angron understood everything. He roared as if he had lost everything, and anger quickly attacked his heart. A voice smiled at him with satisfaction, promising him countless

He tried his best, but Angron didn't listen carefully - he rushed towards the man with bare hands like a madman.

Then he was surrounded by warriors wearing brass armor. They were all highly skilled and physically not much weaker than him. But the anger that drove him still allowed Angron to kill a warrior with his bare hands.

, seeing this scene, the man narrowed his eyes.

The air became viscous, and an inexplicable force forced Angron to be pressed to the ground like a dog, unable to move. He shed tears and looked at a screen not far away, on which his brother

They are being killed one by one by the enemy.

The man walked up to him. Angron couldn't see his face and didn't want to see it: "...You obviously have the ability to end this war."

"Yes I have."

"Then why didn't you intervene?! Can't you see who we are? What do you mean for the future of mankind? Are they not human beings?!"

The man didn't answer. He squatted down so that Angron could see his face. It was a disappointed and cold face: "You will understand in the future."

"There is no future."

Angron whispered, staring at the screen: "...I am already dead, dead with them."

"For the plan I have made for you, one ghost is enough."

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Angron closed his eyes, and the scene in the fantasy faded.

It was difficult for him to sympathize with what this man was going through, there was no such thing in the world - he just felt sad for him.

A heartfelt, deep sadness.

He had been through a completely different experience than this man, not surrounded by Eldar, not implanted with the Butcher's Nail, not under siege. But he had experienced a similar rage - when Angron first met Nuko

In the arena of Leia, his anger almost made the blood of everyone present clot.

He opened his eyes and an old man stood in front of him.

He was very old, very thin, and very short. He was no different than a dry bone. Angron knew who he was the first time he saw him.

So, with anger, he asked in a low voice: "Why did you do that?"

The old man closed his eyes and seemed to be in pain. He did not answer.

"What happened after that? What did he do after that?"

The old man opened his eyes and said tiredly and sadly: "He betrayed humanity and turned his descendants into bloody killing machines. In the end, he completely fell to the side of Chaos and became the monster of Khorne."

"As it should be, be kind and be kind." Angron's voice was still calm. "Is this the plan you made for him?"

"No...it shouldn't be like this." The old man lowered his head. "I originally expected him to be strong and unyielding in conquering that world - he is a Primarch, if he can even do such a thing

If not, how can we face future dangers from all over the universe?"

"He's just a child!" Angron almost lost control. The things he had just seen up to now produced all kinds of complicated emotions. Angron suppressed them with strong willpower and pressed them on his heart. But at this time

But they all exploded.

"He is just a child who was treated as a slave! You can't be so cold-blooded and demand that everyone be born with a good sword. Even if it is an excellent piece of steel, it still needs to be forged by a craftsman!"

The silence lasted for some time.

The old man said slowly: "I was blinded at the time. He was a mistake caused by me. His pain and sorrow are directly related to me. I admit it."

"Let's go and talk to him face to face." Angron said coldly.

"I am not him. It is of no use what you said to me. You are not my father. My father would not treat everyone so indifferently and regard us as tools - he may not be inhumane either.

But at least he is willing to tell me about his ideals."

The old man sighed tiredly again and stopped talking.

A sense of weightlessness came over him, and Angron knew that he was about to leave this illusion. The old man was floating in the universe, lonely and hunched over, looking at Angron with eyes full of regret and guilt. An emotional shock

Angron wanted to say something after catching his heart, but in the end, he said nothing.

He opened his eyes - and found that he was actually in Terra, with the Golden Throne and his father in front of him. He was startled. The mage was standing next to him, leaning against the wall, looking at him leisurely. He noticed him

eyes, and even a smile.

After looking at him, Angron looked away. The emperor's spiritual energy vibrated in the air: "You're awake, Angron."

"Just now I--"

"--I know."

Angron lowered his head and his chest heaved: "I can't understand."

"Then you don't understand." The emperor said flatly. "Even I can't understand him, let alone you? Let's get to know each other, Angron. This is He Shenyan, a...mage. Well,

Unlike psykers."

"Did you bring me here?"

Facing his question, He Shenyan nodded: "It's me."

"It was you who let me see...his experience?"

"Well, this needs to be discussed - it was indeed me who allowed you to see the knowledge of another world, but I didn't expect you to talk to him directly face to face." He Shenyan's eyes were a little strange. "If you are interested in

If I feel uncomfortable, I can apologize."

"No, it's not necessary." Angron said stiffly. "Seeing another person's experience is also a strange thing for me. Considering that we are about to go to that world, it is worth it."

He Shenyan raised his eyebrows: "I haven't said anything about it yet."

"It's not difficult to guess." Angron nodded to him and turned to look at the emperor. His eyes swept over his skinny and decayed body: "Can you still hold on...?"

"Don't worry, Angron." The Emperor smiled. "Your brother is fighting in the warp, how can I stop here? Just do it - I look forward to the day when you come back with support." said

To be honest, I am actually looking forward to a Guilliman who has not rebelled."

"Wait-what?!" Angron exclaimed.

The Emperor's laughter grew louder: "We have just been discussing this issue. You will be surprised at what happens in that world, my son. But... don't worry - I am right beside you."