Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Even a madman who is full of despair and has fallen into madness will still long to be loved.

But, is he still worthy?

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Sanguinius silently moved the fingers of his right hand, then his wrist, arm and shoulder. He was so meticulous, so cautious and careful. It was as if he was handling a precious antique, rather than having the power to break mountains and crack rocks.

The arms of the original body. The holy wings shimmered behind him, and the misty golden light became brighter with his breathing.

Beautiful and pure, just like the impression he left on everyone. Many times, he even just appeared on the battlefield to bring a huge morale boost to the friendly troops. The confusion and fear in the hearts of mortals would disappear.

Be brave again. The Astartes will feel honored to stand beside the angels.

but......

He put down his right hand, and the scene displayed at the front of the bridge was chaotic black.

The starlight is dim here, leaving only a broken planet that is glued together by some kind of force. The broken traces are full of surging purple haze. The storm is endlessly stirring on its surface, distorted like a nightmare.

The huge human face is looming in it.

Barr.

"Shocking..." Jaghatai Khan murmured. "I hate to say it, Sanguinius, but your homeland looks so—"

The Eagle of Chogoris sighed deeply.

Then, an extremely depressing word came out of his mouth: "——blasphemy."

Sanguinius stared at it calmly and rationally, with no pain in his expression. After a moment, accompanied by the sound of the instruments on the small cruiser ticking, he spoke.

"You're absolutely right, brother. It's no longer the same as I remember it. In fact, I doubt it's been completely changed from the very foundation of its existence... It's not like a

It’s what a planet should look like. Looking at those chaotic storms, it’s like someone is screaming.”

A hand was placed on his shoulder, as hot as a furnace fire.

"Stop, Sanguinius." Vulkan said with concern but warning. "You should not use your psychic powers to explore it - I can feel that you are trying to travel through those storms with your consciousness.

This is extremely dangerous.”

"We are already doing something dangerous, Vulkan. We are approaching a demon world that has been controlled by the demon primarch for tens of thousands of years...and this demon is another me.

"

Sanguinius raised his head, and there seemed to be a flash of burning anger in his clean eyes: "Tell me, Vulkan, if you faced the same situation - if you saw a corrupted you, what would you do?

Are you allowed to exist?"

The Fire Dragon Lord put down his hand. The tall and dark giant was silent for a moment and slowly shook his head.

"So, you will make him repent?"

"No." Vulcan replied in a low voice, as if a hammer was forging steel. "I will kill him."

"Yes, you're going to kill him—and that's exactly what I'm going to do, brother. I'm going to kill him, and I have to kill him right here. Otherwise I'm going to have trouble sleeping, day and night."

"You don't have to prove anything to anyone, Sanguinius." Jaghatai said calmly. "You are loyal, there is no doubt about it. You have sacrificed enough. He is not you. You don't have to fight for

troubled by what happened to him."

The angel looked at him stubbornly, and the two stared at each other for a while. The Chogorian suddenly shook his head and smiled bitterly.

He knew that Sanguinius would never change his mind.

"So, what are you going to do?" he asked, his expression already relaxed. Chagatai Khan calmed his emotions with detached rationality, and his right hand was firmly pressed on the long knife at his waist.

Although his beloved war horse is not here... it is enough.

"The captain will take action after we enter that planet. He will use the power of the Star Torch here to isolate the influence of Slaanesh... but he cannot hold out for too long."

Sanguinius looked away from Baal, his breathing gradually became steady, and he explained calmly.

"We only have fifteen minutes to complete everything - according to what... Your Majesty, this demon has completely fallen into madness, and he has spent ten thousand years in a state of confusion, even on his planet.

We also have a chance of winning, but no matter what, when the fifteen minutes are up, we must call the captain’s name immediately.”

"Fifteen minutes to kill Sanguinius?" Jaghatai laughed and made a cold joke with dark humor. "I'm afraid even drunk Russ can't say such a thing."

The corners of the archangel's mouth curled up slightly, agreeing with his joke.

"Then, I'll take the main attack."

Vulkan said solemnly: "You are well aware of my abilities. Let me divert his attention, Chagatai, and you will be responsible for the flank attack. Your sword skills are the most precise, and your timing is the most deadly. And

You, brother..."

Sanguinius raised his hand, and a dim golden light flashed away.

"I understand." He nodded quietly. "I will not waste the opportunity you created."

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The large black and white chessboard has a pearl-like luster, and the polished ivory chess pieces are round and full of weight. The carvings on it are also very exquisite. The maker has obviously put his own efforts into it, not to mention the perfect proportions.

The details on each chess piece are also extremely detailed.

Blood Angels and Luna Wolves are fighting each other on the chessboard.

A slender and muscular arm stretched out, holding a centurion and taking a step forward, replacing a Luna Wolf painted in silver, gray and gold. The giant on the other side of the chessboard sighed when he saw this.

A voice said: "It's like this again, I still didn't guard against your centurion."

"It's just a game of chess. It's just for fun. It can't be done seriously."

The person who answered had an incredibly beautiful face. His eyebrows were dyed with a pale pink blush, matching the pale face. A gentle smile hung from the corner of his mouth, which was breathtaking.

The charm flashed across her face. The blood-red lips were shining with light.

The giant gave him a confused look.

"You are acting strange today, Sanguinius."

"Strange? Why do you describe it like this, Horus? How am I different from the past?"

The demon wrapped in the pale purple mist replied. His long hair, as pale as a bone, was scattered casually. At that moment, the giant known as Horus vaguely noticed something was wrong. However, he quickly

I quickly forgot about it.

Yes, he forgot a lot of things, but he would soon remember them.

"...I can't tell," Horus answered honestly. "I just think you seem a little listless. Is it because my poor chess skills make you feel bored?"

"How could it be!" the devil said quickly. "I enjoy this game of chess, brother. As for what you said about being listless...is it your imagination?"

A light flashed in his eyes.

Horus laughed without knowing anything, and that smile was so shining: "It's not impossible. I'm indeed a little tired after these days of continuous battles. But you refused to let me rest for a moment, insisting on pulling

I’ll come over and play chess.”

"...Please forgive me, Horus." The demon bowed gracefully, even if he was sitting, it did not affect his demeanor. "I know that I have been too good at this game recently.

I'm so fascinated, but apart from you, I can't find anyone to play with me."

"how come?"

Horus frowned in confusion: "Koz, Perturabo, Magnus...they are at least much better than me at chess, right?"

No, stop talking about them. It's just you and me here.

The devil suddenly fell silent, and the emotions that had been split into thousands of parts began to merge with each other. Those extremely crazy and extremely dark illusions began to attack again. His only remaining trace of reason huddled in the corner, screaming, hoping for love.

God does not want him to continue...

However, the gods will not pay attention to the prayers of mortals after all. The gods will only smile and make him dance barefoot on the ground full of broken glass and blades, until the blood drips and his ankles are broken without stopping.

The gods just want to see him suffer.

"They are not here." The demon shook his head, with a strange smile on his beautiful face. "There are only you and me here, Horus, only you and me - so I want to ask you something...

....”

"What's the matter, brother?"

Horus knew nothing about the changes in the demon and did not even raise his head. He was thinking about the situation on the chessboard and wanted to figure out the next move. His mind at the moment was very simple, he just wanted to score twelve points.

To play this game well, it made his brother feel a little challenging, at least not boring.

"Can I ask you to forgive me?"

"forgive you?"

Horus raised his head and was stunned - in his eyes, the familiar and handsome Sanguinius was gone.

It was replaced by a fallen beauty. Its long hair exuded the dead whiteness of bones. Its face was the same as that of Sanguinius, but it was smeared with rouge and lipstick. Its pale pink eyes were also the same as Sanguinius's.

The Sanguinius he remembered was completely different.

"you......"

Horus suddenly widened his eyes.

Something is emerging from the depths of my memory. It comes from the past, a distant and painful memory.

Horus shook his body and fell to the ground.

The scene around him began to become extremely real before his eyes. The intact and exquisite room turned into a piece of ruined eaves and broken walls. The sky was a dense pink-purple, with ambiguous clouds slowly drifting by, but it exuded an extremely disgusting musky smell.

.

It was too fragrant, too perfect to be a product of nature. The memories continued to climb up, spreading and climbing deep in his bones. The cerebral cortex began to tingle, and intermittent images emerged from the dead man's brain.

It came from him, shouting manically in his mind through the transmission between souls.

He saw it, there was no doubt about it.

A murder.

Deliberate, cruel, cold, depraved murder. His brother killed him, sucked his blood, and screamed with joy.

Sanguinius killed him.

Why?

"You killed me -?" Horus asked painfully. "You killed me, brother, you killed me? Why? Why did you do this?"

The demon stared at him sadly, staring at the clones of his brother. He could no longer count how many there were, and the number and time were no longer meaningful. He had also answered and apologized countless times, and each time it came from

Sincerely. However, Horus never forgave him.

So, this time, he chose not to speak. Even if there were words, what was the point? Sincerity was of no use to the deceased. Horus just wanted to kill him, that's all. He no longer loved him.

....On the contrary, Horus only hates him now.

The demon almost cried for it, but his tear glands no longer had this function. He couldn't cry anymore, he was no longer human.

Horus stretched out his hands and groped in vain on his neck. The visions were whizzing by more and more manically. He had seen a lot, and now, he would see more.

He saw——

"You drank my blood...you lied to me...you are not Sanguinius, you are not my brother, you are a demon in his skin, a demon with horns."

The toothy monster..."

The Wolf Shepherd of the Luna Wolves struggled to stand up, and the hypocritical armor pieced together by the devil himself fell apart, revealing his body in cloth underneath.

The devil sighed.

"Yes." He admitted.

There was no way to vent the despair and pain in his heart, but he just sat there and answered quietly.

"I killed you, I drank your blood and became a demon. But there is no pleasure in my heart anymore, Horus. In the past ten thousand years, I have tasted that memory countless times,

But they have lost their original luster.”

"To this day, I just want to ask for your forgiveness. Please, brother, just this once, as long as you can forgive me..."

"No--!"

The Wolf Shepherd rushed over with a filial roar. Then, a black shadow flashed away. His heart was pierced in an instant, blood gurgled out, and his vitality disappeared quickly. Just like ten thousand years ago, the devil hugged his brother

His corpse was swaying gently in his arms. A pair of broken black wings were raised behind him, fluttering gently.

again.

He killed him again.

The only reason he has has reminded him countless times that the forgiveness you desire is like a flower in the water or the moon in the mirror. It is an untouchable thing. It is completely impossible to realize such an extravagant request.

You killed him with your own hands, brutal murder, and drained his blood before he died. Horus died in extreme pain. Not only that, he could also feel your ecstasy——

So he hates you so much that he will never love you again.

The demon nodded slowly, not touching the blood that flowed out. Even though the instinct of his body was screaming, his fangs poked out between his lips and teeth, but he just said calmly: "I know. I know.

He will never love me again."

"But I'm still going to give it a try."

Holding the corpse and looking at his angry face, the devil closed his eyes and hugged his brother tighter and tighter. After a moment, he let go of his hand, gently placed the corpse on the ground, and then walked out of the room.

A dilapidated room.

There are ten million such rooms in the ruined palace, and in each one, there is a Horus. Some of them are dead, and some of them are still alive. If he chooses a room and pushes the door to enter, then they will have themselves.

consciousness.

Next, the devil will play a game of chess. Next, Horus will realize something is wrong after a short period of happiness. Next, Horus will look at him with hatred, a look that breaks his heart countless times. Next

...

Next.

Horus will rush over and try to kill him.

He hates me. The devil thought quietly. Yes, he hates me. Of course, what reason does he have not to hate?

The devil sighed and walked out of the palace. A brief period of clarity was rare. During these ten thousand years, he had lost the ability to feel happiness. The Prince of Joy took it away personally. The devil knew that this might be what she wanted to see.

of.

His painful struggle was a kind of fun for her to watch.

Not only that, for most of these ten thousand years, he will continue to fall into illusions.

They are extremely real. In that illusion, he is the always loyal Angel of Baal. His legion has never fallen, and his sons are noble and brave flawless warriors. He has never killed any blood relatives with his own hands - in fact, exactly

On the contrary, in that vision, his and Horus' positions were reversed.

In the vision, Horus killed him.

Whenever this illusion reaches its final moment, he will wake up. No matter how many times this illusion occurs, the devil will always scream in pain at the moment he wakes up. Then he will continue reincarnation and continue to sink.

"My lord!"

Azkelon stood at the far end of the ruins, shouting a title that no longer meant anything to him: "Are you okay?"

"For now, I can still have a normal conversation with you." The devil turned his head, moved the corners of his mouth and smiled. "I'm glad to see that you haven't abandoned me yet."

"I won't, my lord."

Azkelon answered firmly, but did not come close. The demon did not say anything to this. This was one of his many crazy orders.

He didn't want anyone to get close to him anymore, not even Azkelon.

He has been separated from his family, his legions and sons have abandoned him, fighting each other in the Eye of Terror, sucking countless blood. He is sad about this, but there is nothing he can do. Azkelon and the Felblood Guard are the only ones he has left.

His son, they loved him unreservedly and accepted everything about him. However, the devil would rather they all stay away from him.

If they want to abandon him, then let them go. I am no longer worthy of their love. I am a sinner who has led them to what they are today.

"How are the Guards doing?" the devil asked gently.

"They are on patrol, my lord, in case any more foolish people come to disturb you."

"disturb?"

Azkelon's answer was extremely humble, but the demon laughed heartily. The laughter echoed in the ruins, bringing with it waves of desolate echoes: "I'm glad you used this normal word to describe this matter...

...Azkelon, thank you for still loving me."

The former commander of the Holy Blood Guards, who had fallen to this point with his father but still had no regrets, fell silent, not knowing how to answer.

"Go back." His demonic father waved his slender arms. "I feel...the storm is approaching, and I will soon fall into the illusion again. During this period, be sure not to get close to me,

Understand?"

"I know, my lord."

"Don't try to make me wake up early... That's the power of Shalish playing on me. I have become her plaything, but you are not yet - I want to say it again, Azkai

Long, you should abandon me just like everyone else. I am entirely to blame for my fall to this point."

"Allow me to refuse, father."

Azkelon's answer never changed. The devil's heart warmed slightly, but his face did not change at all: "Go back, my son, go back..."

The fallen man left silently, leaving the devil alone to wander around here. He had not lied before, the storm was indeed approaching. The emotions in his mind had begun to churn. This short-lived, hard-won

Sobriety is about to disappear.

He will fall into hell again.

Stopped next to a broken wall, half a mirror swayed in the wind hung on the broken masonry. The devil reached out to take it off, and slowly wiped away the dust on it with his index finger. A picture appeared on the mirror surface.

The face of depravity is beautiful but blasphemous.

The demon looked at it with disgust.

"You are so ugly." He whispered to himself. "I really want to tear off your face and trample it on you. How can you continue to live in this world...?"

He laughed loudly.

"Because you can't die at all! Your life no longer belongs to you!" The demon screamed and threw the mirror to the ground, stamping on it. "You are the plaything of the evil god, a betrayer, and a demon of chaos.

But not Sanguinius!"

He knelt down weakly on the ground, his neck twitching nervously, and hallucinations came to him... Blood and tears flowed from his eyes. This moment of clarity and regret would not affect his ability to step into the hallucination.

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Shalish was obsessed with him, and she would never let go of such a fun toy.

The demon closed his eyes in pain and lay weakly on the ground, ready to face the glorious and false illusion again - but a scream made him open his eyes.

Fighting the chaotic pain in his head, he looked over there, and the scene he saw made his eyes split open.

Azkelon, one of his last loyal heirs who followed his son without regrets... was beheaded with a sword.

Who is the murderer?!

The demon stood up furiously, its dark and broken wings fluttering violently. The strong wind gradually rose, the pain in his mind subsided, and the dense colors in the sky were replaced by dim golden light. He did not notice this, but only wanted to

Pounce on him, kill the murderer, and avenge Azkelon.

"Who dares to kill my son?!"

He roared fiercely, his eyes filled with blood, and then, a familiar voice sounded.

"it's me."

The demon's indomitable forward momentum was stopped abruptly - stopped by himself, and the reaction force caused considerable damage to the body. The pain surged up, but he didn't care. It was not because of this injury.

He will recover soon, but because of the face of the man holding the sword.

"you......"

The demon began to gasp.

"you......"

The devil's eyes widened, the scarlet faded, and weakness and fear filled them. He saw a glorious person, a perfect person, a pure person - he was so noble, and the brilliance emanating from his wings simply made him ashamed.

Ashamed, shameless.

Who is that? That familiar face...who is it?

"I do not believe!"

The demon fell to the ground, retreated repeatedly, and cried out. He kept screaming, waving his hands, and looking at the man who stood there without moving in fear: "How could such a thing happen?! How could this happen?

?!No, this must be Shalish’s punishment, I beg you to take it back! I won’t resist you anymore!”

Sanguinius lowered his head and stared at the ground.

He thought he would be angry, unacceptable, and hateful. He had experienced these emotions before - but in the end, when he really saw a person like this face to face...

He felt nothing but pity.

"She can't see here." Sanguinius raised his head and said softly. "I really exist. Accept this."

The angel of Baal closed his eyes and opened them again.

The golden flames flashed in the hole. He raised the long sword in his hand, and the blazing flames burned on it: "...I am coming to kill you, Sanguinius."

"No!"

The demon turned his head in panic and crawled on the ground. His extraordinary physique and ability to fly were completely forgotten by him. He crawled on his hands and feet, trying to stay away from the shining light. However, a pair of iron boots fell on his

Blocked him on his way.

Then, another familiar voice sounded.

"Let's just take it easy..." A rich voice sounded, carrying complex emotions, the most obvious of which was called pity.

The demon hugged his head, knelt on the ground and trembled in disbelief: "Vulkan?! You - how could you be like this?! Could it be that he has forgiven you? How could he forgive you?! No

,No, you should be like me, you-"

He suddenly burst into laughter.

"Yes, yes, this must be another illusion." The demon stood up unsteadily. "This can't be true...ah, Jaghatai!"

He suddenly laughed happily: "Jaghatai! Jaghatai! Help me, Jaghatai, you and I in the illusion are very close, kill them, Jaghatai! Help me kill them!"

They are all fake! Yes, yes, you are too! You are fake too, but you love me, right?"

He looked at Khan hopefully.

The Eagle of Chogoris stared at him quietly, without saying a word, but just raised the long knife in his hand.

As if he had lost all his strength, the demon collapsed to the ground. The last trace of his dignity was completely abandoned by him. What now exists in this body is a distortion that has been tortured by the boundary between illusion and reality until it is completely broken.

soul.

He no longer cares about anything, his courage and will have disappeared, and only pain will last forever.

Yes, there is only eternal pain in this world.

Sanguinius slowly came to him.

The arm is raised slightly and the sword blade is held high.

"Are you serious?" the devil suddenly asked.

He lowered his head so that Sanguinius could not see his expression. Vulkan frowned and wanted to signal Sanguinius to take action directly and stop listening to this demon's words. However, Jaghatai suddenly said

stopped him.

Facing the Fire Dragon Lord's confused look, Khan just shook his head slowly.

"I am," Sanguinius replied calmly.

"But...how is this possible?"

The demon raised his head in confusion and rolled to the ground. His body was covered with dust and stains from the ruins. He was neither noble nor elegant.

"You are just my illusion. How can you be real?"

"I am not an illusion."

The demon stared at him blankly, and after a while, he actually laughed foolishly. The dim golden light above their heads floated slowly, and a furious consciousness was constantly bombarding the weak barrier here, intending to control the person she was subject to again.

She has been playing with her soul for ten thousand years. However, someone firmly blocked her out.

So the conversation continued.

The devil raised his hand with difficulty. Even with ordinary movements, he was not injured. This movement should have been completed smoothly, but when he did it, it seemed so slow and laborious. It was as if, just by stretching out his hand,

It made him use up all his strength.

He knelt on the ground, stretched out his dirty hand, and gently touched Sanguinius's white wings in disbelief.

The feathers trembled, and the light surged out, scalding his hand. The devil did not flinch, he stroked it, feeling the touch. The smile on his face became bigger and bigger, getting closer and closer to his former self.

In the high sky, a scream resounded endlessly. He Shenyan swallowed the blood that surged from his throat, and pulled the light of the star torch with an expressionless face, blocking her tightly from the outside.

A promise is a promise, and no one can stop him from fulfilling it - he won't allow it, never.

Sanguinius made no move. He stood calmly and allowed him to touch his wings. Jaghatai could see that his brother was uncomfortable with such contact, but he still allowed it, his behavior was calm, even gentle.

——But, the flame on the blade is still burning.

The demon's right hand began to melt, bones gushed out, and the filthy flesh and blood fell to the ground, corroding the ground and hissing. But he didn't care, he just repeated the stroking action mechanically, and the expression on his face became gentler and gentler.

Getting calmer and calmer.

Surrounding the ruins, the Demon Blood Guards wearing blood-red armor slowly approached the place. They came for the screams of Azkelon, but what appeared in front of them was not the imperial army they imagined.

attack.

It was a scene that had never appeared even in dreams.

They looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief. Some people trembled and dropped the weapons in their hands, fell to their knees, leaving blood and tears of regret. Sanguinius closed his eyes, flapped his wings, and did not want to look at them.

Everyone's face - he actually recognized them, he recognized every one of them.

So he was in great pain.

With great brilliance, a soft golden glow emanated from his wings, forming a gentle mist that enveloped these demon blood guards.

The process of death is not painful, the muscles are disintegrated and the body is destroyed in an instant. They were killed peacefully by their father from another world without any complaints - love is giving regardless of the bottom line.

They love him.

Sanguinius raised his sword, calmly closed his eyes and asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"

After a long silence, the demon exhaled his last breath tremblingly - all emotions were restrained at this moment.

Madness and illusions were far away from him for the first time in ten thousand years, but the extreme uneasiness and guilt caused by killing his blood relatives still lingered. The demon smiled slightly and shook his head with an expression unique to Sanguinius.

"I have nothing to say, not anymore."

"good."

The Angel of Baal——swung his sword on Baal who was on the verge of destruction.

The golden light flashed away, the flame went out, the head flew up, and was slowly burned in the air. The headless corpse fell to the ground, splashing a pool of dust, which looked more like burnt ashes than blood.

Objects poured out from it. The flames climbed up, and soon, there was nothing left here.

The earth began to tremble, and so did the sky. The storm rising in the sky was so violent and so manic. The sight of her beloved plaything being killed in front of her eyes made her go crazy like never before. He Shenyan sighed slightly,

Use psychic communication.

get ready.

Golden light flashed, they disappeared, and Baal was destroyed.

The erupting pillar of fire caused the broken planet to tremble violently. Over the past ten thousand years, the souls of all Astartes, mortals, civilians, soldiers, men, women, and children who had died here reappeared in this scene of destruction.

They looked like a lake, they had no names, but they all stretched out their hands toward the sky. In the sky that had been completely soaked in golden light, a scarred giant with wings on his back slowly walked toward the brother he killed with his own hands.

took his father's throne.

His brother hugged him, looking cheerful and without any grudges as before.

And what about him?

He kept crying like a child.

There is no need for atonement, and countless people have died. The sin is unpardonable, and no one can forgive him or make him forgiven.

There is no need to live anymore. He has been suffering for ten thousand years and regretting for ten thousand years.

Rest is enough.