Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Can you promise that you won't encounter this situation again?"

Angron did not agree. He stood on the bridge with a serious face: "This time, you met Nurgle. Who will you meet next time?"

"As long as I don't actively provoke them, the illusions on the Star Torch and the Revenge are enough to cover up our whereabouts. It's impossible for them to all have their eyes on us."

"That's just a hypothesis."

Angron was still shaking his head. For him, liberating this sector occupied by Chaos was indeed a top priority, but if He Shenyan made a mistake for this matter...

He didn't want to think about the possible consequences of this matter - just imagine, if he fell to Chaos, unless the Emperor himself stepped down from the Golden Throne, who in the Empire could stop him? What's more, if the Emperor himself stepped down from the Golden Throne, who would be able to stop him?

If the emperor did that, humanity would basically be declared extinct.

"The hypothesis is just an assumption. I already have enough experience...etc."

The mage suddenly frowned, and the Vengeance stopped in place for an instant. He looked like he was listening and closed his eyes tightly. Angron stood beside him warily.

Although he was not a psyker, his instinct as the original body was warning him crazily, and at one point Angron thought he was being exposed to artillery fire. The similar stinging sensation made him frown and move his arms.

The muscles trembled slightly.

"What happened?" he asked in a low voice.

"The space is blocked..."

He Shenyan opened his eyes and said solemnly: "Just now, the star field around us was blocked. The close connection between the material realm and the subspace was severed."

"you mean......?"

"Yes, it's what you think." He Shenyan took a deep look at the porthole. It was dark outside and not many stars could be seen. "Some of them took action personally."

Angron was not a scholar.

He is proficient in combat and war, and is familiar with all the techniques that can kill the enemy, and has honed them to an unspeakable level with the blood of the enemy over a long period of time. He is an excellent general, but not a very good scholar or scholar.

Is a philosopher.

Unlike his brothers, he is not a philosopher, not an artist, and is not interested in literature and mathematics. In his spare time, Angron usually chooses to train alone. He will stay in the training room for four or five days,

At the same time, face dozens of training dolls with live ammunition to hone yourself.

Through this kind of continuous cruel training, he became what he is now. And this also means that he cannot fully understand what the mage just said. But Angron is an excellent general, and his sense of war makes him

He quickly grasped the context of the whole thing and found something unusual in it.

"The Revenge's voyage is completely secretive, isn't it?" he asked quickly.

"Of course, all kinds of illusion spells and shielding formations are always running and never stop."

"Then," Angron said gloomily. "This also means that we have never truly escaped their sight."

"A trap, right...?" He Shenyan nodded thoughtfully. "Loop after loop, I didn't even realize we were being watched. It's really scary."

Angron bared his teeth in displeasure, like an angry dog: "Disgusting conspiracy and conspiracy, even among them, Tzeentch is the one that disgusts me the most."

As soon as the word 'Tzeentch' was spoken, it began to echo on the bridge, one after another.

Angron's voice gradually transformed into some kind of overwhelming sound that made the whole body shiver in the endless reverberation.

The blasphemous words seemed to have magic power, and they spontaneously vibrated in the air. The originally invisible air actually showed some kind of ripples in the vibrations, as if the space was being torn apart bit by bit.

Immediately afterwards - purple light shone through the torn gap. For some reason, Angron suddenly felt a great anger out of thin air, which almost tore him in half alive.

"The ones who came here are not Tzeentch or his retinue, but me, two guests..."

A metallic crunching sound sounded from the far end of the bridge, and the light dimmed, leaving only an ominous purple light. The creature's scale skin scraped against the ground, making a harsh sound that made people feel dizzy, and a putrid musky smell filled the air.

began to spread.

"Don't you consider welcoming me?"

The creature poked out its slender head from the darkness. The shape was long and narrow, which made people feel uncomfortable but also full of strange beauty. The long white hair was scattered in a row on the back of its head, and the depth of it poked out.

The long red horns resemble the crown given to it by Slaanesh himself.

And that face.

That face...

That face made Angron feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze instantly - it was a face that he was extremely familiar with.

That's Fulgrim's face.

The creature completely walked out of the darkness, and an ambiguous purple light shone on its body, full of depraved charm. Its legs had disappeared, replaced by a long, thick snake tail. The body and

The head was deliberately elongated, as if it were some kind of bad joke.

The chest cavity has mutated to accommodate its new pair of arms. The skin has become a brilliant purple, and its shape is perfect. The snake skin shines with the light generated by the explosion of a thousand gems at the same time. Just its posture when moving is

It's enough to put the Spirit Race to shame.

We can say this - even after the fall, Fulgrim is still handsome. So handsome that it is grotesque, grotesquely handsome. It is as if someone has twisted the original meaning of the word and wants to laugh at the world.

The twisted shape is beyond the limit that the human mind can accept, making people feel a kind of heartfelt beauty between nausea and numbness.

This body is so weird that it cannot even appear in the deepest nightmare of mankind, because this is the nightmare itself.

The creature bearing Fulgrim's appearance raised his right hand - I mean, the original right hand.

Its nails were smeared with paint and it giggled: "Why are you staring at me like that, my dear - oh, wait a minute..."

It frowned, and its indistinguishable beauty burst out at this moment. The arc of its frown was heartbreaking.

"You..." It looked at Angron's face and suddenly laughed.

The appropriately reserved smile and its naked body formed a kind of wanton temptation. The creature's four hands began to wander over the body, and it licked the side of its face with its long, forked disgusting tongue, tightly

Staring at Angron.

"My brother, you are so handsome, like a gem wrapped in a stone. I really want to peel off your skin and take a good look at the scenery inside..."

Angron's breathing was very heavy, and the sound in the breathing grille was very loud. His face was expressionless, but the flesh on his face was trembling all the time. He Shenyan could see through the slight trembling of his body that he

He was trying his best to suppress his anger.

"Come, my brother, no, my new brother - join me, it will surely make you happy! And this handsome gentleman, oh! So you are so handsome too!"

Its laughter became more and more seductive: "We can have three of us together, what do you think?"

"Stop!"

Angron roared.

The armor climbed up from the soles of his feet like flowing silver liquid and extended to the top of his head. The black and red warrior stood there, as if affected by his emotions, the shape of the armor itself became ferocious.

.

Thick and irregular sharp spikes were bright red, and high-temperature airflow leaked out from the gaps in the armor's ribs, distorting the air.

"You pathetic monster, how dare you use his face and voice to say such depraved things? You shameless, disgusting monster!"

The creature said lazily: "Is that all? Harder, honey, we're not even flirting."

It even stretched its legs: "Can't you be a little flirty? Say something really powerful, such as insulting my past or something like that. Really, why are you so stupid? You actually want me to teach you how to scold me?"

"

Angron's face twitched, and for the first time in his life he wished he didn't have ears.

The mage stretched out his right hand and stopped Angron who was about to rush forward.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at the unpleasant body of this creature. The creature noticed his gaze and actually straightened out its naked chest and showed a teasing smile.

He Shenyan noticed that it didn't realize what was contained in its golden pupils. This discovery made him smile calmly.

The creature interpreted his smile to mean something else.

It exhaled a warm, fragrant breath. But Angron almost wanted to vomit when he smelled it. The smell formed by the mixture of thousands of things was fragrant, but it also carried an unconcealed smell of corruption.

.Like a beautiful dying flower.

Like flowers blooming on a pile of corpses - their fragrance comes from the countless corpses buried beneath them.

"Do you want to try too? Oh, my dear, don't be shy. If you do better than him, I will give you a little reward, how about it?"

While talking, it licked the gaps between its fingers, and its long, forked tongue tightly wrapped around its slender fingers. The viscous liquid remained on them, reflecting purple light.

The inarticulate sound was like a scream between the sheets.

"You are so ugly. Even the Ogryn orcs are prettier than you." The mage said coldly.

With just these words, the smile on the creature's face disappeared.

Angron glanced at He Shenyan in surprise - he still underestimated the mage's ability to belittle people. This ability to accurately and quickly grasp the pain points of others was something he couldn't learn.

And He Shenyan continued.

"Abandoning the human body to pursue the pleasure of depravity, it seems that you are very satisfied with yourself looking like a wretched wretch. Do you know slugs? They are just like you, disgusting and twisted. But slugs

You can still contribute to the natural ecology, but you can only crawl on the ground, leaving your winding traces and dirty water on the ground. Even the mud can't stand you."

"Seriously, you're ugly as hell - I'd rather fight an Ork than have you touch me. No, it's insulting to compare you to them, they look much more normal than you do.

"

"you......."

The creature spoke gloomily. Angron originally thought it was going to get angry. But, it didn't.

It started to tremble.

The four arms of the alien shape moved slowly, making meaningful hints. They caressed and entangled each other. The creature's eyes rolled up slightly, and its body trembled and let out a long moan.

Then, it twisted its body and made an impatient sound.

"How wonderful, my good sir - may I have the pleasure of learning your name? I will write it down and read it every night. Your name will be on my lips.

The collision is like me licking your body..."

It recited long sentences in an elegant rhythm, like a poet.

Angron became increasingly uncomfortable, and he gradually calmed down - no matter whose face this creature was in, it would never be the person he knew.

At the same time, its four arms stopped moving. They stretched out towards each other, and four fallen weapons were taken out from nowhere. The shapes did not match each other, each one looked like a poor graffiti, and the colors were chaotic.

It reflects colorful light like a mirror.

Highly toxic.

Angron immediately realized the danger of those weapons, and a golden thunder flashed between his hands - a huge lightning battle ax appeared out of thin air, and electricity snaked on the ground.

The creature glanced at the weapon in surprise and chuckled: "It must be really nice to be hit by this baby once, right?"

"You will understand."

Angron seemed to have completely abandoned the impact of anger on him. Deep cold air was spit out from the breathing grille as he spoke. The ground began to spread its layers of ice. The essence of the Primarchs lies here.

It became clear in one moment.

They can affect reality with their will alone.

The four sword blades were as fast as a poisonous snake striking out. The monster's intention was very clear. It had agility beyond ordinary people's imagination. At the beginning of the battle, it planned to rely on this agility to suppress Angron's range of activities, and then kill him directly.

The mage - at least touch him.

That's what it thought and did, but the direction of things was completely different from what it expected.

Angron stood there without moving at all, with a sneer on his face under his helmet. Golden flames appeared out of thin air, spreading on the bridge like a wall of fire, and quickly pushed to the place where the creature was standing. It emitted

A frightened scream, and he immediately realized whose power it was.

He Shenyan took his time and watched it scurry left and right in the flames. He turned to Angron and said, "Are there any conflicts between Tzeentch and Slaanesh?"

"......how could I know?"

"I think there should be. This idiot came to our ship with the help of Tzeentch's power. But Tzeentch didn't tell it anything about my current situation."

He Shenyan shrugged and laughed coldly as he watched it feel no pleasure at all under the burning flames, only screaming in pain.