Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

He Shenyan lost his previous frivolity and stared at Abaddon's body calmly.

The traitor's bones were twisting crazily, and their ugly appearance reminded him of the Tetris that he failed to eliminate. The layers stacked on top of each other became more and more bloated and shapeless, full of chaos and disorder.

His pale skin with blood spots also became more and more strange under the influence of four different colors emerging from inside. Abaddon's body twitched on the ground, and the four lights made him look like

A laser light ball - and, that damn braid can just be used as a suspended ceiling.

He Shenyan knew that his weird sense of humor was working again. He couldn't help laughing, but quickly forced himself to calm down. He knew that they were robbing Abaddon's body and using it for other purposes.

.

The mage knows this, and he also knows another thing - once one of the four gods of chaos wins or they decide to jointly bless this corpse, then, from today on, the empire will have more

An extremely powerful enemy.

Despite this, He Shenyan still made no move, he was waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity.

Just like now.

A blood-red branding circle appeared under Abaddon's body. Thousands of tiny hands rose from it, leaving a mark on Abaddon's body that would never fade away. The sound of boiling blood could not be heard in He Shenyan's ears.

The sound stopped, and it was accompanied by laughter like thunder.

The corpse is becoming illusory, and a huge shadow rises from it, with incomparable fury. The flesh and blood peel off from its bones, boiling blood surges from the soles of its feet, and a low hymn sounds in the air——

It seems sacred, but if you listen carefully to the lyrics, you will know how blasphemous it is.

Just when the blood was about to spread to the top of its head and completely cover the corpse, He Shenyan suddenly stretched out a hand. The five fingers of his pale and slender right hand were pressed together into a knife shape, and he fiercely inserted into the heart of the corpse.

.A roar exploded in He Shenyan's ears, almost making him deaf. His ears began to bleed, and so did his eyes.

At the same time, a scarlet door composed of the hottest blood opened behind the mage, and countless demonic claws stretched out from it. He Shenyan did not look back. He snorted coldly, golden flames

Rising from the soles of his feet, those sharp claws could not get even close to him.

He sneered and grabbed the spine of the corpse. At the same time, he slowly turned back and looked at the door of blood provocatively. At this moment, his eyes did not fall on the material realm, but on something more evil.

exist around you.

He saw a brass throne and the tall black shadow hiding his face in the shadow. Two fireballs that would never go out burned in his eye sockets. The blood was the annotation of his name, and there were countless piles of skulls.

At His feet.

He Shenyan said: Bring my people back.

Do you know what you are doing?

I know.

Staring directly at the evil god, enduring the pressure, and resisting his will to influence reality... He Shenyan's sneer became wider and wider, eventually turning into a silent laughter. His white teeth were covered with his own blood,

More was pouring out of his throat and dripping to the ground.

I know what I'm doing, I'm threatening you.

Bring them back!

At the same time, he exerted a little force on his right hand, and the spine let out an overwhelmed whine - he saw that the black shadow on the brass throne changed its sitting posture, and it was no longer the careless look.

He looked at He Shenyan expectantly, and the appreciation in his eyes almost condensed into reality: You should not be a weak mage.

You have courage, perseverance, and determination. You are a born warrior, and you do not resist getting your hands stained with blood and love to challenge powerful enemies - I can smell the blood on you, how many people have you killed

?What a pity... What a pity, you really should have dedicated their skulls to me.

He Shenyan didn't care about what he whispered in his ear. The mage pulled out the third segment of Abaddon's spine without expression and held it in his hand.

Bring them back and you can briefly control the creature.

No.

For the first time, Khorne actually used his mouth to speak to He Shenyan.

It's not important anymore.

The crimson mark under Abaddon's feet disappeared, and his mutating corpse also stopped and fell helplessly to the ground, splashing a pool of blood that had not yet disappeared.

It doesn't compare to you - you are the one I really want.

Khorne said to him in a joyful tone: But you have found the wrong person. The real mastermind is probably laughing with its ugly bird head at this moment. What? Are you angry about this?

I know it's Him, but I'm threatening you. He Shenyan's tone is still calm, and there is no anger in it.

You? threaten - me?!

His laughter penetrated the subspace and even came to the material realm. At that moment, everyone on the Vengeful Spirit heard that deep laugh. The tide of the subspace surged crazily, and there was a deep meaning in it.

The malice was like a curtain, and at this moment, two dots of scarlet were coming out of the curtain.

Looking at him, the mage spoke word by word.

Yes, I'm threatening you. Listen to my every word.

He Shenyan clenched his right hand into a fist, and his spine was burned by the flames to ashes. The golden fluid substance dripped from his fingers and gathered into a pool at his feet.

The mage nodded expressionlessly and pronounced his verdict, his voice forming a deep echo in the subspace. Penetrating the tide, penetrating the sunset, penetrating ten million different worlds, rolling and reverberating above them, like thunder or

Lightning. At this moment, everyone in the universe heard his voice.

So firm that it's even scary.

"Bring my people back, otherwise, from now on, I will hunt down and kill everyone who believes in you. Regardless of his race, gender, age, or identity. As long as there is still one of your believers in this universe,

I won't even stop."

Khorne let out an amused chuckle.

If you can do it, just do it! I am also satisfied with it!

He laughed wildly in triumph. You should really be a warrior! Mage is not your path, no!

I choose my own path, Khorne.

The mage whispered in response.

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Vengeful Spirit, Throne.

This flagship of the Queen of Glory has lost its former glory - as far as the Empire is concerned, that is true. But the traitors will obviously not admit that they made a mess of the ship, but Abaddon's aesthetics are obviously still there.

Considered normal.

He made no changes to the throne; it was as it was when Horus sat on it, and as it was now.

Except for one thing, the Claw of Horus and a magic sword. They are leaning quietly next to the throne.

A giant walked in.

Fulgrim stared at the sword. He accepted a dangerous mission and came to face the sword.

This sword is called Drachnion.

In a long time ago, there were two men howling at each other. One was the murderer and the other was the victim. It was a very long time ago, so long ago that no one had even been killed by other people - until now.

The nameless murderer committed the first murder in human history.

He didn't know what this meant. He was not the first person to hate his own kind, but he was the first person to kill his own kind - and he killed his own brother.

When the victim fell to the ground, the murderer's roar penetrated the gauze between the realms, and the weak barrier could not block anything. His roar turned into some kind of strange existence, and began to spread in the subspace.

Wandering for eternity within.

Here, it has a crazy form and crazy consciousness. The never-ending storm of subspace forges its body. In the end, after the killing continues for thousands of years, humans attack each other with fists, sticks, and stones.

Thousands of years later - it was born.

Born out of the first murder in human history and its subsequent repercussions, a name destined to bring destruction to mankind was born: Drachnion.

Drachnion does not belong to any gods, it does not believe in them. It was born with only one purpose: to end mankind.

Along with this purpose, Drachnion has abilities that no other demon has. It can cause extremely serious harm to the Emperor. There are many reasons behind it, but most people dare not announce it.

Only He Shenyan said something in passing when explaining this task to him.

"The Emperor is willing to be bound to the fate of mankind. For Drachnion, it is easy to hurt him. He is much more powerful than it, but he cannot continue to fight it...unless."

Fulgrim recalled the expression on the mage's face when he said these words, which was particularly strange: "Unless he no longer thinks of himself as a human being."

Obviously, this is impossible. At this moment, the phoenix resurrected from the ashes, Fulgrim, stood in front of Drachnion, who still maintained the appearance of a two-handed sword and leaned against Horus.

Beside the throne, it was so quiet that it was even a little eerie.

"What you have to do is very simple, Fulgrim. This sword cannot survive in the world, but neither I nor the Emperor can get close to it - we think of ourselves as human beings, and uphold this concept, it will cause us

Extremely serious injuries."

"But, I am also a human being?"

"You don't have to be, Fulgrim."

He Shenyan looked at him as if looking at an uncertain plan: "Remember, and then recognize your own nature."

Recalling what he said, Phoenix smiled bitterly. He didn't know what he had to do to kill this demon that even the emperor was helpless against, and he didn't know why He Shenyan trusted him so much.

Fulgrim stood there, and Drachnion made a move.

The demon sword began to slowly deform. The ferocious demon skull on the sword's grid transformed into an ordinary face in a burst of black smoke, a man with a beard.

He stared at Fulgrim and suddenly showed a strange smile. His hoarse voice sounded more like the roar of a beast than a human language: "You can't do that."

"do what?"

The demon just smiled and said nothing. He was floating in the black smoke, floating in the echo of the subspace. Then, he walked out of the black smoke, and an ordinary man wearing animal skins stood in front of Fulgrim.

Give him a vicious smile.

He said firmly: "You can't do this. You are His son. He can't do it, and neither can you. You can't abandon your weak form to fight against me."

Fulgrim calmly stretched out his right hand, and the power sword belonging to Sol Tarvitz emerged from the golden flames, fell into his hand, and was held firmly by him.

The silver sword blade reflected his current face, and the long and narrow scar on his right cheek could no longer make any waves in his heart.

Phoenix said slowly: "Maybe, but I am not my father."

He pointed the sword blade at Drachnion and made a standard two-handed sword stance: "You are destined to die here today."

"Really? What are you going to do?"

Fulgrim said no more words, just moved forward, and then attacked.