Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

He Shenyan stared at Fulgrim, or rather, at his remains.

The monster's body was completely burned into a charred corpse, with only a few human parts remaining. It was hung up, with nothing in its empty eye sockets, and it kept uttering sleep-like words from its throat.

Very deceptive - so the mage thought.

Yes, it is very deceptive. Fulgrim was known for his beauty before his fall. His appearance transcended gender. It was a beauty that was enough to break the heart of anyone who saw it. But after his fall, , the parts left behind by this monster are also moving enough.

Its miserable appearance at this time actually makes people feel pity. If a mortal were here, they would probably untie it immediately. Unfortunately, there were only two people present.

And their hearts are as stone.

Angron folded his hands and leaned against the wall, staring at the monster with the face of his brother. The emotions in his eyes were very complicated.

"It seems that we can't find out anything. Its vocal cords have been completely destroyed. The remaining self-healing ability can only prevent it from dying and cannot make it speak again."

"...Are you going to kill it?"

"No." He Shenyan shook his head. "Not yet. I haven't found a way to completely destroy its soul. Letting it die now will only make it stronger and then come back."

As he spoke, he frowned: "Slaanesh's influence is too deep-rooted, and this damn thing even feels a little bit enjoying it even to this point. I can't completely eradicate his influence, of course, it may be It has fallen too deep."

Destroying the soul of a demon prince is an almost impossible task. The reason lies in the subspace.

Blessed by their masters, their souls are bound to the Warp in a ritual of corruption - killing a Daemon Prince in the physical realm, an act known as banishment. They will return to the Warp, and then Come back. The only way to get rid of them once and for all is to kill them in the subspace.

But that's their home ground.

The lines on Angron's face hardened.

He shook his head extremely slowly, and a terrible hatred roared in his heart. The hatred originated from his bones and blood, his mind, and his memory. The past that shaped him into what he was now screamed loudly. When he got up, there were ten million identical voices chanting the same sentence in his mind.

Kill it.

Put an end to this tragic depravity.

But Angron said, no.

His sanity returned at this moment, and it was the sanity that belonged exclusively to Angron, the Primarch of the World-Eating Brave. It was the sanity that led him to refuse Khorne and refuse to allow himself to massacre lives.

That's his heart.

In He Shenyan's eyes, Angron knelt on the ground almost instantly, with drops of blood dripping from his nose. He stepped forward and put his hand on Angron's broad shoulders. The golden flame flashed away, and then he slowly stood up.

"Just a little bit..."

He Shenyan heard his muttering, and the original body raised his head. The light in his eyes made the mage startled: "He can't make me submit."

"interesting."

The mage silently increased the level of the Revenge's mental defense spells, and all the spells he had learned were released at this moment. They were forever preserved in the form of inscriptions on the Revenge's hull, even though this would make it simple. The magic power channel became a bit bloated, and He Shenyan did not hesitate to do so.

He realized that he might have underestimated their power - after doing all this, his mental power scanned the entire ship back and forth a full five times, and no one was left behind, not even himself.

No traces of depravity found. For now.

Fulgrim's broken body is still bound by golden chains in the air. They hang it high, sealing its corrupted nature at all times. As long as these chains exist for one day, it cannot return to the subspace, nor can it return to the subspace.

die.

However, this is just a temporary measure - they can't bring it around in this star field, regardless of whether there is a plan to regain the lost territory. You know. This is a Slaanesh Demon Prince.

We must think of a way, a way that can cause it to be hit hard.

The mage narrowed his eyes, and Angron stood behind him and twisted his neck. The bones crackled, and he said in a deep voice: "How long can you hang it like this?"

"A long time, but I don't want it to stay on the Revenge for too long."

Angron tried to think of a way, but after a few minutes, he gave up.

He can't think of any way - he currently knows nothing about this strange and familiar universe, not to mention, is there any way to do it better than now? Temporarily restrain it, making it temporarily unable to affect humans.

The risks arising from any threat are also limited to the Revenge.

In the long run, this is a good idea.

The mage's fingers were crossed together, and his index fingers collided with each other.

Suddenly, he turned his head and glanced at the ground thoughtfully, and then sighed: "Bad things happen one after another, Angron. There is someone who appears out of nowhere in the vehicle warehouse on the second deck.

Visitor, would you mind asking him to come to the main control room?"

"Visitor...?"

A curtain of light rose, and inside the vehicle warehouse, a tall figure wearing a black robe was strolling inside.

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"Interesting, interesting, so interesting."

Trazin proudly touched his chin with a metal finger. There was no expression on his metal skull face, but his voice sounded very happy: "It's not in vain that I have spent so much effort studying the things outside this ship.

This strange shield is so worth it!"

There was a green light in his empty eye sockets. He was walking in the vehicle warehouse, looking at the huge mechanical dragon in front of him, and almost went up to lick it twice. The hungry emotion even made his expressionless skeleton

I can't even hide my face.

"It's really strange that there are still people in this uninteresting universe who can make such a treasure."

He came to the huge head of the mechanical dragon, stretched out his right hand and placed it on it, caressing it carefully. He even exclaimed from time to time.

"Terrible! How terrible! Who made this kind of thing? So many superimposed energy transmission pipes... Strange, is this technology? Why have I never seen anything like this before?

"

"You'd better stop, Necromancer, or I can't guarantee what I'll do to you."

A rich voice came from behind him. Trazin turned around without any surprise, but he was quite surprised by the person who came.

The way he expressed his surprise was to raise his hands and slap his metal cheeks. Angron obviously did not understand his behavior and understood it as a precursor to some kind of attack. He had fought with several Necron overlords.

I was very impressed by him.

"You, hiss -" Trazin took a breath. "Fabius cloned another one?! Where did he get the uncontaminated gene seed?"

"No, no, this is not a ship that the Chaos War Gang can own. Otherwise, that heartless braid would have led people straight to Terra. Tsk, strange, strange, where did you come from?"

Angron looked at the Necron talking to himself expressionlessly, and he was very concerned about some of the information revealed in the other person's words.

"Hey, why do I care so much?"

Trazin shrugged, and nonchalantly put a black instrument on the head of the mechanical dragon. Then he waved to Angron: "Goodbye, remember to live! I will come to visit you again.

"

After saying that, he pressed the black instrument, but his trusted old friend did not operate normally as before. Trazin looked up and then pressed it again.

Again, again, and again. While pressing the button, he raised a finger to signal Angron to wait a moment: "Uh, do you mind waiting for me for a while?"

"Stop your senseless, laugh-out-loud behavior. Someone wants to see you. Come with me."

Angron clapped his hands expressionlessly, and a blue light enveloped him and Trazin together. The Space Necromancer felt a slight sense of weightlessness, and the person in front of him surprised him.

"Oh my God! When did he give birth to a child himself?!"

He Shenyan took a deep breath.

This reaction quickly made Trazin realize something. While he was trying to remain elegant, this tall metal skeleton that looked very scary could also appear gentle, humble and polite.

"Oh, no offense, it seems I made a mistake in judgment. I'm really sorry, but I haven't communicated normally with people for a long time." He lied and bowed slightly.

"How did you sneak onto my ship?"

"Walk in."

"...Okay, I'll just treat you as if you can walk in."

The mage raised his eyebrows, realizing that the other person's personality might be similar to his to some extent.

So, he also put on an expression of indifference, but what he said was like a bomb in Trazin's ears: "Mr. Trazin the Endless, are you interested in Fulgrim?

"

Trazin looked as if someone had given him a power fist blow to the jaw, so hard that it dislocated his jaw.

"Ho--" The sound-making machine built into his throat perfectly simulated the sound of surprise that only the living can make. "--You, who are you talking about?!"

"Fulgrim, of course, I mean after the Fall."

The mage blinked at him: "How? Are you interested?"

“That’s great!”

Trazin appeared next to the mage in the blink of an eye. His speed was so fast that Angrang almost pulled out his ax and hit him. But instead, he just took He Shenyan's right hand affectionately and held it up and down, philistine.

The appearance is completely unimaginable.

"Where is he now? No, I mean, what do you want?"

His attitude was extremely enthusiastic: "Anything - anything is fine. You can choose any one from my collection. Good sir, please make this deal with me! Otherwise I will not be able to sleep at night!"

God knows how he said the words "can't sleep at night", he didn't need sleep at all.

He Shenyan pulled his hand out of his icy metal palm without leaving a trace, and then used the flame to simply burn the micro machine he placed on the back of his hand. Trazin's movements stopped for a moment.

For a moment, He Shenyan did not expose him.

He put on an impeccable and perfect smile and extended his hand cordially. He originally wanted to pat Trazin on the shoulder, but due to their height, he had to give up and patted his waist instead.

He Shenyan smiled and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Trazin, we can go and look at the goods first, what do you think?"

"well!"

Angron thought to himself that the world was changing too fast. He shook his head and followed the two of them. Not long after, he arrived at the quiet chamber where Fulgrim was temporarily imprisoned.

Trazin stared at the hung Fulgrim in stunned silence. He let out a whimper from his throat and screamed as if he had seen a heartbreaking work of art.

"This is simply - simply perfect!" he said incoherently. "Who made this flawless work of art? Is it you? Sir!"

He Shenyan nodded.

"I knew it! Only someone with the same taste as me can create such a perfect work! The Emperor is above, may he bless you!"

Angron, who was listening in, wished he had never been here.

What the hell is going on in this world? A Necron is here shouting about the Emperor...

"Ah, may he bless you too, Mr. Trazin, and may his light shine above your head one day."

He Shenyan still had that impeccable friendly smile, but He Shenyan somehow looked like a bureaucrat or a businessman, which made Angrang quite uncomfortable. He even felt that the mage was wearing a mask on his face.

"That's not necessary, I have my place to go." Trazin laughed expressionlessly.

He said: "Well, my good sir, how much will I have to pay to take this piece of art away?"

He Shenyan raised his eyebrows slightly: "You don't want to inspect the goods?"

"Ah, I'm not so blind that I can't see the authenticity of this work!" Trazin raised a finger. "But I have only one request! I hope you can sell the ropes that hang him.

Me! Including those mutilated organs and blood on the ground!"

He opened his hands and shouted: "You know! There cannot be any defects in a piece of art!"

"As expected of you, Mr. Trazin. The Emperor's description of you is spot on - you are indeed a tasteful collector."

He Shenyan smiled like those painters who have been praised, and his attitude became enthusiastic. The two even began to address each other with honorifics.

"So, what are you going to trade with me?"

Finally, it’s finally time for the main event...

Angron closed his eyes and kept reciting the Legion's motto in his heart - in just ten minutes, he had the urge to rush out several times. This scene was really shocking...

.... Feeling unwell.

Trazin pondered for a while, and what he said made Angron's eyes widen instantly: "How about... a Fulgrim who has never fallen? What do you think?"