Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

He Shenyan raised his hand slightly to stop Angron who wanted to speak. This kind of occasion was not suitable for him, and he had to be very careful when dealing with such an old fox.

He smiled faintly and shook his head as if he was dissatisfied: "Not enough."

"It's not enough...well, indeed." Trazin nodded seriously and said with great agreement: "It is indeed not enough, for such a masterpiece created by you yourself. The uncorrupted Fulgeri

Mu is indeed inferior to the brilliance he displayed after his fall."

He paced back and forth several times, with his hands behind his back, and tapped his head anxiously. The sound of metal colliding was very harsh.

"Well, what do you think of this?"

Trazin thought for a while and said: "I will add some weights and put them on this small scale between us. What do you think of a forbidden soldier? Is this enough?"

This time, He Shenyan was indeed a little surprised.

He got a lot of information from the Emperor about famous figures in this universe, and Trazin the Endless was among them, and he was famous. He was not an enemy of humanity like many of his kind, nor was he like other beings

Everyone on this list has killed many people to a greater or lesser extent.

This guy... exists because he is an extremely skilled thief.

He has stolen, exchanged, and traded many outrageous things, and he will keep them in his collection for viewing at any time. He is very proud of this and has no intention of hiding it.

What really made the Emperor pay attention to him was his arrogance - he said that he would steal a lock of the Emperor's hair for his collection.

Despite this, the Emperor actually thought highly of him.

The following are his original words.

"Although Trazyn is so unconventional that he can even deceive people into attacking his own kind, he can be regarded as an immortal who has seen through life." The emperor said.

"Endless life brings not only endless strength and broadened horizons, but also endless loneliness. This is the case with the Necron race. Their life forms are very strange. In fact, we cannot say that they are

It's a race - after all, they are all dead."

"What exists now is just a combination of memories from souls in the past."

"Although Trazin's behavior is crazy and incomprehensible, I can generally understand his thinking - in his view, their society has become stagnant, unrepentant, and cannot even appreciate any form of art.

.And the reason why he continues to collect countless collections is to prevent himself from becoming the same as his fellow humans."

He Shenyan was convinced that even though the Emperor's opinion of him was so high that it didn't even seem like he was commenting on an alien. But if he knew that this guy had stolen one of his Imperial Guards, he would probably send someone immediately

Chase him.

"Custodes?"

"Oh, yes!" Trazin said quickly as if he was afraid of not believing what he said: "Alive! I put him in a stasis position that I made myself. Believe me, even if one more time passes,

After ten thousand years, his armor is still as bright as new!"

"Can I ask where you got it?"

"Well, sir, this involves trade secrets!" Trazin laughed, and the metal ornaments on his robe collided with his ribs, making a monotonous noise.

"That's enough, but...are you interested in making some other deals?"

He Shenyan glanced at him, suddenly smiled brightly, and made a gesture. Trazin immediately nodded: "Of course! I will buy as many works as there are from artists like you!"

"Excessive praise."

The mage chuckled and threw a ball of light. Trazin stretched out his hand to take it with superhuman agility, and said doubtfully: "This...?"

"Crush it and give it a try."

Trazin did as she was told.

For a moment, he seemed to have come to another new world - towering ancient trees, ancient dragons with skin as hard as rock. And those species born from the darkness. The ancient king who resisted the flying dragons and drove the thunder and lightning... Time

Time passed quickly, and he saw the ancient king himself stepping into the flames to continue the world.

I saw countless heroes willing to die, turning themselves into firewood one after another. But the flame was still inevitably extinguished... Finally, after an unknown number of years, an arm

Pushing the coffin open, a knight climbed out.

And then...huh?

What’s behind?!

Trazin suddenly raised his head and looked at the smiling He Shenyan, and asked eagerly: "Where's the back?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Trazin, what do you think of that period of history?"

"Perfect!"

Trazin seemed to be interested: "Epics of heroes inevitably lead to decline and death! I love this kind of subject the most!"

The green fire in his eyes sparkled: "Please tell me the final ending of that world, sir! This piece of history deserves a place in my collection, and I will hang them in the most conspicuous place!"

"How are you going to preserve it?"

"Of course retrieval of memories - wait!" Trazin suddenly cried out in panic. "Why did they start to disappear? No! No!"

He made a funny gesture, raising his hands at forty degrees and straightening his legs. There was even a cry in his voice: "No! I can't even forget this! May the sun always shine!"

Angron's face kept twitching, and he signaled to the mage with his eyes that it was almost done. If he continues like this, God knows what else this guy can do.

"May the sun...may..." Trazin sobbed and put down his hands, unable to say those words anymore. It was really creepy to hear such a sound coming from his expressionless metal skull. But there was truth in the voice.

The real feeling cannot be concealed.

He said: "What a cruel contrast, sir, you deprived me of those memories, but you kindly kept the emotions I felt. They are still tumbling in my heart. If I still have tear ducts, I would like to

Cried."

"Memories will pass away, but emotions can last forever. Don't you think this is a more beautiful work of art than those memories?"

The Master smiled and said: "The sorrow and sentimentality that I don't know where they come from are real and long-lasting in your heart. I don't know the source or the place. Every time I see it, it reminds you of this feeling and scene. It makes you think of this situation."

How about experiencing joy, anger and sorrow again, Mr. Trazin?"

"I......"

After uttering a syllable, Trazin stood still on the spot for some unknown reason.

He raised his hands and stared at the metal palms with sharp joints. He suddenly shook his head, and the smile could not be concealed from the synthesized voice: "You have a good grasp of my mental state."

"It's just a fluke - what do you think this piece of art is worth?"

"To my kind, it's worth nothing." Trazin stopped laughing and looked so serious. "But to me, it's worth a thousand dollars. You made me feel something I thought I could never feel again.

Things, Your Excellency."

"May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"

"He should be cautious."

"Good name - the contradiction between surname and given name, ah, so fascinating. Just like the contradiction in you, it is incomprehensible but has to be attracted to it."

Trazin didn’t know whether he was sincere or just pretending to be flattering, he said: "You have great power, but you don’t want to become a king or a god with it. This must have a lot to do with your past experience, well, let me guess

Guess......"

"Let's stop the profiling, Mr. Trazin. Should we continue testing each other, or should we stop and complete the deal?"

"Of course, of course." Trazin nodded. "You have added a very heavy weight, so naturally I have to express my opinion."

"Let me think about it..." He scratched his head and pondered for a while, and then said: "I have thought about it, but I can't find a collection that can compare with the melancholy thing you gave me. Alas,

Why don't you come to my collection and pick it out yourself?"

"OK."

He Shenyan nodded with a normal expression, and he even had the room to tell a cold joke: "You are a gentleman, I guess, you wouldn't do something like suddenly attack me and then put me into a stasis position, right?

"

Trazin opened his jaw and laughed stiffly and monotonously: "Of course not. You can rest assured that my credibility in this regard is guaranteed."

The two looked at each other for a while, then laughed at each other.

"Forget it, Mr. Trazin." He Shenyan blinked. "Just think of those emotions as Fulgrim's gifts, but I hope to see the unfallen Phoenix and the Imperial Guard as soon as possible.

good."

"This is natural. I can understand your desire. They will be brought after 72 hours at the latest."

"Then, I'll ask you to stay on my ship for a few days. What do you think?"

"It's disrespectful."

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Angron let out a deep breath.

After the alien left, he suddenly relaxed. It was not that he had never made deals with aliens, nor had he ever dealt with them. But for some reason, when facing this existence named Trazin, Angron

There is always a subtle disharmony felt.

Especially after he had a pleasant conversation with the mage, this sense of disharmony reached its peak, almost making Angron restless.

"Why are you so nervous?"

"The way you talk to him is so..." Angron exhaled again and said a little tiredly. "I don't know how to describe it. In short, it's best not to let others see the relationship between you and him.

dialogue.”

"By the way, do you really want him to stay on the Revenge for 72 hours?" Angron seemed to be complaining. He shook his head, puzzled.

"Sure, why not?"

"Aren't you afraid that he will cause some trouble?"

"He won't mess around."

He Shenyan smiled meaningfully: "He knows what the memories I showed him mean."

Angron still looked confused.

He Shenyan said helplessly: "Damn it, Angron, jokes and riddles are just worthless shells after they are explained. Well, the memory itself is not important, I just used the means to make those memories in his mind disappear.

That’s what matters.”

"For Necrons like him, memory is all they have. Their current personalities are all derived from past memories. Therefore, after understanding my methods, not only will he not do anything, he will also be very

I eagerly hope that the transaction will be completed soon so that he can leave quickly."

Angron narrowed his eyes: "Does this mean...?"

"Yes, if I want, I can control the Necron and even become their god." The mage said calmly. "Otherwise, why do you think he would say that?"

"But you won't." Angron said firmly at first, and then asked: "Really?"

"Yes, I have no interest in becoming a group of gods with ribs. They are enemies that humans will face sooner or later, but if you ask me -" He Shenyan raised his head.

I actually see myself in them.

He was speechless, half-heartedly speaking, and the atmosphere fell into silence.

Long life, endless power. He has both, time passes, years pass, and the stars continue to flow. And can he continue to be the same? He Shenyan has no answer. He thinks of what Sithorn said to him.

At that time, Hades' expression was very certain, as if he had seen the future: "Sooner or later you will lose all humanity."

He was so sure that He Shenyan had reason to believe that his speculation was based on countless examples. After all, Sithorn himself was one of those people who gradually lost his humanity after possessing power and endless lifespan. He had no idea about anything.

They were all indifferent. All day long they just wanted to have more fun with their dark divine book.

This is the only thing he cares about, and it is also the only connection between him and the world. And Sithorne's reputation is even pretty good among spellcasters. He responds to requests and gives power when he asks for it.

He will do some particularly disgusting and cruel things. Compared to his kind, Sithorn surprisingly feels pretty good.

Sooner or later you will lose all humanity... He Shenyan chewed on his words and suddenly sneered.

Yeah?

Lose all humanity and become a monster? Or is it something more terrifying than a monster? Like the Ancient One... using the blood and bones of countless people to build a bright future?

No.

I never choose.

When facing Leland Gaunt, I did not let him take away the souls of those small town residents. When facing the angels, I did not let them take away the lives of Hogwarts or even the entire world. I did not use Ciri

I gave my life in exchange for the whole world. I did not kill innocent people. I am not a god, a tyrant, or a killer...

I'm just a mage.

A cross-border mage with a bottom line.

He opened his eyes, looked at Angron who was still waiting for the next step, and said softly: "I have no interest in them at all."

Angron could tell that He Shenyan was hiding something, but he didn't want to ask. Everyone has the right to keep their secrets. So, he just nodded.

"So, can you explain to me...how did the uncorrupted Fulgrim come from?"

"Ah, this..." He Shenyan rubbed his eyebrows with a headache. "This is a long story."