Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Ezekiel and Lictor had already left the main control room. They were gathering men and preparing to deploy a defense plan. They obeyed the order and did not feel that it was dishonorable to stay on the ship. Although they did want to follow in his footsteps and board the ship.

That damn traitor's flagship went to join the battle, but orders are orders.

However, what they didn't know was that He Shenyan's plan was crazy.

"How are we to board the ship, my lord?"

"It's very simple, just hit it."

Yinsel looked at He Shenyan, as if he didn't react. So He Shenyan said again: "Let's run into it, Yinsel."

He stretched out his hand and slapped it on the table, and the light curtain went out. He Shenyan said softly: "Do you know how fast the Revenge is, Yinsel?"

The chapter leader shook his head, with a look of confusion on his face - there was at least millions of kilometers between them and the Vengeful Spirit.

"It's faster than you think, but that's not the point." He Shenyan said with a smile. "The point is, we will crush it like rubbish. Any ship that stands in our way will be completely annihilated into useless space junk.

But Abaddon could only huddle on his ship and watch all this."

Inser couldn't help but ask: "Why not teleport, sir?"

"Because I want to hear his prayers." He Shenyan said meaningfully. "I want him to pray to his gods a few more times."

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Abaddon thought that he had long been accustomed to the turbulence of the subspace, but he still did not expect this scene to happen.

Horus is above.

So what the hell is that?

Not long after he returned to the Vengeful Spirit, he originally wanted to complete his plan after repairing it in the subspace. To be precise, it was part of the plan. But things did not always go as he wished, even if

This is how he gained the favor of the Four Gods.

They were driven out of the warp - should he use that adjective?

Abaddon didn't know. He couldn't find better words to describe the loud noise and strong dragging feeling. To make matters worse, his astropaths began to flake into pieces the moment they returned to the physical realm.

die.

Their methods of death were different, with only one thing being the same. Their eye sockets were scorched by golden flames. Abaddon, who rushed to the scene to see this scene in person, just asked their bodies to be disposed of cleanly. He had no idea why this happened.

Keep silent about this kind of thing.

And this misfortune was far from over. The auspicious warnings were frantic, and the pilot's screams made Abaddon feel anxious like never before. However, when he saw what the pilot saw, he understood.

So Abaddon began to try to contact the Chaos warbands around him. He knew one of them, which was Karn's ship. He sent out a communication signal, but the other party replied with an extremely vulgar and vulgar saying, and even said it quickly

Drive away.

Others who responded to him had nothing nice to say, and one of the followers of Slaanesh, who called himself the Skinned One, cursed him.

Saying that his 'The Thirteenth Black Crusade was a big joke, it didn't even catch anything and caused a lot of people to die', Abaddon didn't want to pay attention to him. He just sent a small group of Black Legion soldiers.

The men and horses went to his ship and tore him to pieces.

He doesn't care about people who can't understand his plan. Strictly speaking, so far, there is only one thing he really cares about.

How to survive.

Just when he was sitting on the throne of the Vengeful Soul, feeling overwhelmed, a Khorne believer ran in. This was not very common. Although there was a mixed bag of people on the Vengeful Soul, there were letters and everything. But this kind of thing has always been done.

It would not be handed over to the followers of Khorne, and the guy who hurried in even had nails driven into the back of his head.

Could he speak clearly? Abaddon doubted it.

"Attack - they - attack!" The guy roared inarticulately, spitting, and Abaddon looked at it all in annoyance. He could hardly help but sneer: Look, this is why we will never

They can't completely kill that decadent empire.

He stood up, walked up to the guy, and gently waved the power claw that once belonged to his father. Amidst the blood splashing, Abaddon called a name: "Usio."

A consciousness connected to his brain and whispered softly in it: What do you want?

"In the end what happened?"

Uhio, the spirit of the Spirit of Vengeance, the heart of the Spirit of Vengeance. When she was alive, she was a maiden of Tizca, named Itzara. After her death, she first became Ainamenisi

Si - the core machine spirit of the battleship Terra'ok - and then, after merging with the new ship, she gained new powers and personality.

She is the battleship - the battleship's hull is an extension of her body, the battleship's armor is her tough skin, and the battleship's ion furnace is her internal organs.

She was somewhere on the ship, in a life-support tank suspended high up, suspended in ice-blue liquid. She was gently swaying in the artificial amniotic fluid, connecting her thoughts to her exposed body.

The brain's machine spreads throughout the battleship.

Ucio replied: Someone is attacking us.

"I know, damn, of course I know about this! It's not like I can't see their damn blue energy beam!"

Abaddon roared in pain. This feeling of being unable to control anything reminded him of some bad past events: "Tell me something I don't know!"

So Uhio showed him a picture.

In the deep and dark universe, a huge ship across the vacuum was heading towards them. It seemed slow, but in fact it was fast. It did not fire and did not resist any attacks. It headed straight towards the Spirit of Vengeance.

The battleship came forward, and the huge collision angle at the front of the battleship crushed any ship that stood in its way.

Countless artillery fire bombarded its shield, and the light blue shield that Abaddon had never seen absorbed all the torpedoes and missiles, and they did not even leave a mark on its silver shell.

There are also many destroyers trying to get close to it with their own speed and then start a gang fight, but they are so powerless in the face of the planet-sized ship. Let alone getting close, even if they approach rashly even a little bit, they will be carried away by the huge kinetic energy around it.

Complete annihilation.

It's even more miserable than being crushed into space junk by a collision angle - nothing can be left of them.

In this situation, this battleship and its captain are undoubtedly using their actions to show one thing: I only want the Vengeful Spirit.

Abaddon opened his eyes, his facial muscles trembled, and his eyes were about to burst.

What are your instructions?

Usio's voice was still so gentle, and she didn't seem to realize what the ship sailing towards them meant. Abaddon wanted to say something, but a strong pain from his scalp stopped him.

thoughts.

When the pain subsided, he called out: "Usio?"

The spirit didn't answer.

An ominous premonition began to grow stronger: "Uhio?"

There was still no answer, and then, a strange voice sounded in his mind. A man's face suddenly appeared in front of him, with a cold smile: "Hello, Predator, Warmaster, Horus'

Son, this is the first time we meet, I wish you good health?"

"What should I call you? Forget it, let's call you Abaddon." He smiled and shook his head. "You have so many titles."

"......Who are you?"

"I am a poor man." The man replied indifferently. "Do you want to know why I came to you?"

A burst of lightning flashed through his mind, and Abaddon suddenly realized, followed by gritted teeth: "You are the captain of that ship?!"

The man did not answer, as if Abaddon's words were completely insignificant. He said something completely unrelated to Abaddon's words, in a commanding tone: "I want you to start praying, Abaddon."

A golden flame ignited in his eyes, and just looking at it made Abaddon feel cold all over. He was very familiar with that flame - in the years before he betrayed, he had stared at the Star Torch for a long time.

.

It is self-evident to whom the fierce flames belong.

"Start praying now, Abaddon, and remember, don't stop for a moment. Pray to your gods, chant their names, kill your crew and your men, and lay their bodies like that.

Four bastards are going to love that look…and start praying!”

The man roared: "Because from now on, no matter you are hiding in the human world or in the subspace, I will hunt you non-stop. I will kill all your men, anyone who dares to follow you or stop me

Everyone will die! Until no one dares to follow you anymore! I will burn the planet you control and scorch every piece of land you control! Destroy everything on it!"

"Until you become a beggar with nothing! At that point, I still won't let you go! I will tie you up in a chain and whip you to make you run away! You will lose any so-called glory and even forget your own name!

But even if you become an idiot, I will not stop! Until your gods respond to you and give you what I want! Listen! Abaddon, listen and remember my every word!"

"Run! If you can! Scream and pray to them. Let me see if the gods you believe in will come to save you!"

The communication ended, and Abaddon fell on the steps below the throne, his face pale. At the same time, a piercing alarm sounded on the Vengeful Spirit.

He knew that the ship could no longer move.

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He Shenyan did not do any pre-war mobilization - he just broadcast the conversation between himself and Abaddon in front of three hundred Astartes.

This effect was better than anything else. The mage glanced at them with satisfaction with a cold smile, and then breathed out expectantly.

come on.

The evil god of subspace? Playing with people's hearts and reality? Let me see if you will save this idiot. I'll wait and see.

He laughed silently.