Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

It's like cutting through butter with a hot knife, effortlessly.

Standing in front of the huge porthole on the first bridge, these words flashed through Inser's mind.

A minute ago, the Revenge crashed straight into a frigate. Standing here, he could clearly see the blasphemous slogans and various decorations on the ship. The skin of the innocent, the flesh and blood of the victims, the pure

bones. They were hung all over the hull, making the stolen frigate extremely grotesque.

Like some kind of monster floating in deep space.

Then, it was swallowed by a bigger monster.

The huge impact angle on the front end of the Revenge easily cut it open - this description may not be appropriate, to be precise, it was crushed.

The whole process is extremely cruel, but also bloody in a different way. The metal twists and deforms under the more powerful violent pressure, and finally cannot withstand the pressure and breaks layer by layer.

The void shield that came with the frigate had no effect at all. The huge kinetic energy of the collision angle and the blue light covering it cut it straight open, and then the engine and various important parts began to explode.

The traitors within it were also exposed.

Several horrified faces and broken bodies flashed before Insel's eyes. Astartes' dynamic vision allowed him to see this scene clearly. He knew that most of these people died in the chain explosion caused by the shattering of the ship's hull.

Those who really died in the collision would not leave their bodies behind, they could leave nothing behind, not even their own names.

A happy smile appeared on the face of the Iron Serpent Chapter Leader, and then the Revenge completely crushed it.

Fragments of various metals, together with the broken instruments, corpses, weapons, etc., were floating in the vacuum together, and were quickly captured by the material transformation array around the Revenge, and were all converted into magic power for the battleship to move forward.

It can be said to be making the best use of everything.

Not far ahead of them, the lonely Vengeful Spirit was parked there.

Suspended in the dark universe, the traitor fleets standing beside it were either crushed by the Revenge or fled for their lives. What the traitors who were so heartbroken and just running away didn't know was that their hulls had been destroyed.

The Revenge left its mark. From now on, no matter where in the world they are, as long as they still exist in this universe...

The hunt never stops.

Just like He Shenyan said, He will find every follower of Abaddon, no matter whether they are or not, as long as they appear near Abaddon, they must die.

Yinsel heard, and He Shenyan, who was standing beside him, asked in a smiling voice: "Do you think he is praying, Yinsel?"

"...I don't know about this, Your Excellency." The Chapter Leader replied cautiously and cautiously.

"Let's take a bold guess. Anyway, we don't need to have any respect for a Chaos traitor, do we?"

Inser pondered for a while, and then said slowly: "...I don't know much about this person, Your Excellency. But if he is really as strong-willed as he claims, I don't think he will pray."

He Shenyan let out a deep laugh from his throat, which made Yinsel feel creepy - not on a psychological level, but on a physical level. In a trance, it was as if his body was exposed to Itaka.

The ancient sea monsters on the star faced a fatal threat.

"He must pray, Inser," the mage told him slowly but forcefully.

"A traitor like him will find a way to survive no matter what. In order to survive and achieve his goal, he will do anything. This includes selling his dignity - what's the difference? Anyway, they have already betrayed it once

Already."

He Shenyan turned his head and stared at Yinsel. The first moment he caught a glimpse of those eyes, both of Yinsel's hearts stopped beating for a moment. There was no emotion in those eyes, only the last trace of emotion remained.

Pure rationality and coldness: "If he doesn't do it... let's help him."

"Revenge, stop here."

When it was only a short distance away from Abaddon's flagship, He Shenyan ordered it to stop here.

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"We must meet the Warmaster!"

A huge quarrel broke out within the Tzeentch warband, the Sons of the Cyclops, aboard the Vengeful Spirit, at their round table. This group has always had many psykers, so the scene of quarrels with each other was not surprising.

It doesn't seem so noisy. Many people are used to talking directly using psychic energy.

"He refused all requests to see him, even requests from his close associates."

"This is normal, isn't it? After all, hundreds of years ago, we already knew that he despised us, the 'puppets of Chaos'."

One of the psykers snorted coldly and said sarcastically: "He feels that he will never bow down to the four gods of chaos or become their puppet. But he is nothing."

"The Lord of Changes has foreseen everything..."

This name made the psykers silent for a few seconds, as if they were expressing some unwritten respect. Then, when they wanted to talk again, they found that the originally smooth psychic communication could no longer be used.

Already.

A man's voice sounded in their minds: "Really? Did he foresee this?"

"boom--!"

A deafening explosion sounded, but it was not generated in the real universe, but exploded directly in their brains. Incredibly, a huge amount of golden psychic energy erupted from the seven orifices of a psychic in an instant.

gushed out, bringing his liquefied brain with him onto the table.

A Chaos Wizard opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to scream - he failed. Because his flesh and blood spurted out from the open mouth, along with countless golden flames that sprayed throughout the room.

Someone tried to open the door and leave, or destroy the wall. But whether they used witchcraft or psychic powers, bolt guns or chainswords, the door remained indestructible, and so did the walls. They could only huddle in this room, watching helplessly

The ground was burned bit by bit by the flames until it was reduced to ashes.

Moreover, someone quite maliciously broadcast their dying screams to the entire ship of the Vengeful Spirit - he even somehow gave those brainless servitors a brief period of consciousness, allowing their chaotic brains to come together.

Pain, fear and other emotions were instantly felt.

Even the servitors started screaming.

Immediately afterwards, there was a whisper that sounded in everyone's heart: "I'm here to find you, Abaddon - are you praying well?"

Accompanied by a burst of blue light, three hundred Astartes from the Iron Serpent Chapter appeared on the Vengeful Spirit. Their landing location was obviously carefully arranged, located in the most powerful Khorne warband Abaddon's Hounds

Behind, many of these Khorne lunatics had their heads blown off by the overwhelming bombs just as they picked up their weapons.

Three minutes after the battle started, a Khorne berserker who finally broke through the fire net raised his chain ax high with a ferocious smile on his face - he could almost see his ax hitting the enemy. The Blood God would definitely feel sorry for him.

I am proud!

Is the Blood God proud of him?

No.

Because he was dead. A spear of the ocean that came from nowhere stabbed him to the core. This cruel weapon came out of his chest and nailed him firmly to the ground. Before the Berserker could do anything,

As he reacted, the golden spiritual energy attached to it instantly burned his entire body to charcoal.

"Go on the attack! Kill all traitors! Do not engage in close combat with them!"

Insel roared loudly and took over the work of the priest brother. The reason was simple. The only priest they had left was now in the first row of the battle formation, pouring out fire with bolt guns crazily. From the beginning of the war to now,

He never said a word. He always killed in silence, as if it was his innate duty.

As a result, these followers of Khorne were shot down one by one by long-range fire without any honor. They died without being able to engage in close combat with the warriors of the Iron Serpent Chapter. Let alone please their god.

"Abaddon, Abaddon—have you started praying?"

The smiling voice came again, ringing in the hearts of all the traitors again. They began to feel fear like never before, and some began to shout the names of the gods they believed in, as if this could get rid of He Shenyan.

Like. But they didn't. Everyone who shouted the name of the evil god died.

Only that voice still echoed on the hull of the ship - an endless echo, as he shouted Abaddon's name tirelessly, even with a strange gentleness.

"Remember what I told you? You haven't started praying yet, so I'm here to help you, Abaddon."

The voice laughed wildly and said: "Don't you want to be the puppet and plaything of the Four Gods of Chaos? But you are already! You are a coward who stole your father's identity and destroyed his body. Even among the traitors, you are

It’s just a joke!”

"enough."

Abaddon's voice came through the public address system on the Vengeful Spirit, with unconcealable fatigue: "You won, that's enough. Stop talking."

"I refuse - you haven't started praying yet."

"...I can't do this."

Abaddon frankly told the communication port that he was not wearing the customized Terminator power armor, only a crotch cloth. The tattoos and scars on his body were exposed. He did not even carry any weapons and was just sitting in the cab.

As if he had accepted everything calmly.

Along with the blue light, He Shenyan appeared behind him, and Abaddon turned around as if he had expected it.

"How come you can't do it?" He Shenyan looked at him in confusion. "You only need to kneel down to them once, Abaddon, how simple it is."

"......No."

The Warmaster of Chaos, the greatest threat to the human empire, said firmly at this time: "I will not surrender to them like my father, never."

He even looked at He Shenyan with a look that would rather die than surrender, and put on a posture of being killed: "You can kill me, but you can't make me surrender. No one can make me surrender! I won't

Even if he is a lackey of Chaos, he will never become your dog!"

"Yeah?"

He Shenyan looked at him with a half-smile, and then said, "Kneel down."

"boom!"

Abaddon's legs were instantly shattered from the knees down, but no blood came out. His flesh, flesh and bones were all shattered. The extreme pain made him look like he was lacking oxygen. Then, he had to kneel down.

land.

He Shenyan continued: "Now - Abaddon, start praying."

He knelt down and said softly to Abaddon: "You don't want to be a dog. You have never bowed to the four gods of chaos. I know all this."

Meeting Abaddon's eyes, he smiled and said, "But what does that have to do with me? I don't care, Abaddon, do you know what I care about?"

He raised his right hand and made a fist suddenly, and the smile on his face disappeared.

Abaddon's mouth opened involuntarily. A strong force forced his vocal cords to begin to vibrate in response to his will.

Curling his tongue, he began to shout in standard High Gothic: "Chaos Gods - your faithful servants, believers, Ezekiel Abaddon is here to pray to you!"

At the same time, blood and tears flowed from his eyes. He exerted crazy force on his masseter muscles. The force was so strong that it even shattered his face and broke the muscle fibers. It was extremely terrifying.

But it was of no avail. He still could not stop his vocal cords from making a sound: "I, Ezekiel Abaddon, pray to you devoutly and call for your mercy. I will serve you wholeheartedly, and I only hope that you can

Have mercy on me and give me the strength to defeat this enemy..."

He Shenyan let go of his hand with a satisfied smile. Abaddon jumped up from the ground with huge anger and blood and tears on his face, and rushed towards him like a dog with a broken leg: "What did you do -

—?!"

He was stopped in mid-air, his muscles still trembling, but unable to move at all. A small knife made of golden flames condensed in He Shenyan's hand, and he replied with a half-smile: "Let you get a traitor's reward."

Isn’t it good to have the power?”

"Seriously, Abaddon, you should thank me. How many people want to kneel down and pray to them for strength, but there is no way."

The knife slowly circled Abaddon's neck. It was as gentle as a lover's touch, but his throat and important blood vessels began to bleed profusely. The blood gushed out, and Abaddon's face began to turn darker and darker.

Getting paler.

"Isn't it that you betrayed just to gain this power?"

Laughter, groans, war cries and the kind whisper of an old man rang in Abadon's ears. Along with He Shenyan's voice, he felt that his mind began to become more and more blurred. The memories of the past were passing by rapidly. He

Those precious memories seem to be being swallowed by a black hole, and so are the emotions.

Ezekiel Abaddon, at the last moment before disappearing, he said this to He Shenyan: "No, I did not betray him for this reason."

He looked at the mage with his eyes that were gradually becoming cloudy, and his words were too low to be heard clearly: "I did it for him..."

"Really? I don't care."

He Shenyan said softly.

At the same time, Abaddon's body began to change. From the corpse of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, a monster with the power of the Four Gods was about to be born.

"That's right, that's it." He Shenyan said with a smile.