Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"The vengeance I promised you is at hand, ghoul."

The man who changed his name to Ghoul nodded silently, but did not take action immediately.

Honso was extremely surprised by this, he recognized his face - this was the planetary governor whose life was left as a so-called 'mark' by Alfonso Tangris and Goyle Bedred.

He actually didn't attack me right away... Logically speaking, he should have attacked me the first second he saw me. People with strong wills like this are often the most difficult to deal with, they are all hard-core.

Honso stared at his face, and he could see that the man's eyes were filled with hatred.

And he also knows that if a person's behavior is contrary to his original intention, then he may have ulterior motives.

"Why don't you do it?"

The man in black robe asked, and the ghoul replied after a short silence: "I know you should have other plans. If I kill him now, it will be detrimental to your plan."

"If you are worried about this, you don't have to. Even if you beat his head into pieces, I can dig out what I need from it - but some things are better to be asked face to face...

..”

The man in black robe turned around, his face still blurry, but Hong Suo felt a stinging pain.

"Warsmith Honso, where is your primarch?"

"I don't have a primarch."

"No, you do. You are the work of Fabius Bayer. He created you with the genes of the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists. You were discriminated against and were called a bastard with contempt. Perhaps physiologically

You are indeed a hybrid, but you have inherited the advantages of the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists... This surprises me."

Honso listened to his verdict in silence, feeling calm in his heart. He himself didn't know where this calm came from, he just felt it was ridiculous.

"I went through your memory, Honso."

Really? Good luck to you. There are some things in my memory that are not suitable for viewing. Hong Suo thought silently. Even he would feel a slight shudder when he remembered these things.

He didn't know where this shiver came from.

"It's your instinct as a human being, Honsou."

The man in black robe laughed - Honso could feel the mean and mocking smile. He was not angry, but just began to think about the reason behind it.

He can feel my heart...

"I must admit that I am surprised by you, Hong Suo. In your memory, I can't see you acting recklessly and massacring your subordinates. I also don't see your purpose in letting them die for no reason and using their lives for you.

Achieve your purpose. You will even dig trenches and build fortifications with ordinary soldiers..."

"You don't blindly pursue your desires. In fact, everything you do is to survive. Your only hobby is to make some sophisticated machines in your spare time, which is interesting."

"It's not without reason that the Bloodborn Army has become stronger under your leadership. You are indeed a qualified leader, Honso. What surprised me most is that you treat your enemies with great respect - tell me, War Blacksmith

, do you know something?"

I don't know anything, I just know that I have to live. Honso thought expressionlessly.

"Have to do evil in order to survive?"

The man in black robe talked about Hong Suo's inner thoughts, and then more.

"You think you have no choice, and survival is the natural instinct of every creature. You are mixed among a group of traitors who have no bottom line. In order to survive and survive with dignity, you can only become more evil than them.

There is no bottom line...how ironic."

"......enough."

The war blacksmith finally spoke: "You could just kill me, or send someone to torture me - he is happy to do this, I can see it in his eyes."

He said the second half of the sentence to the ghoul.

He paused, and under the hateful gaze of the ghoul, he said, "Why do you insist on these meaningless things?"

"Meaningless? No, no. I am discussing a proposition about philosophy with you. This is very important. Although philosophy itself is not actually useful, it at least allows me to think, and thinking is necessary."

The man in black robe smiled: "I mean, War Blacksmith, discussing this issue makes me happy, so I want to discuss it - do you understand?"

"I won't answer any of your questions," Honso replied. "You can take nothing from me except my life. You can only take them away, but you can't make me surrender."

The man in black robe burst out laughing, and the laughter echoed in the room. The ghoul's face was distorted, and Hong Suo couldn't understand it. He knew that the other party wanted to phlegm his own flesh and blood, but he could not bear to do anything.

——The man in black robe has made it very clear. He has already read through Hong Suo's memory.

Why?

"You have a lot of backbone...it makes me look like a villain - of course, from your point of view, of course I am a villain. I destroyed your ship and will destroy you after your death.

warband."

"Different positions can lead to many interesting things, and you are almost one of the most interesting parts of the traitor. You are not born evil, nor do you change acquiredly. You are a poor person who has no choice.

Honso."

There was a buzzing sound in the war blacksmith's mind, which was the sound of a sensitive nerve being touched. He heard an emotion from the words of the man in black robe that he could never tolerate.

mercy.

"Take back what you said!"

Honsou's face suddenly distorted. The hung traitor finally showed obvious mood swings at this moment. The ghoul stared at him happily and laughed silently.

"Why?" the man in black robe asked patiently. "Did my words touch your soul? Or did I tell the truth? Can't you bear to be pitied, Honso? Your dignity does not allow you to be pitied?"

"I am Honso, the war blacksmith of the Iron Warriors. My blood-born army has been attacking the empire's borders for hundreds of years. My name is a nightmare to you! Everyone knows my name and my surname.

Whose name is that?"

Honso was almost roaring: "How do you have the right to pity me?! I don't need it, I don't need it! I chose to become evil, this is the path I chose, you have no right to make irresponsible remarks on me!"

"

"You have indeed achieved great achievements, War Blacksmith. No wonder Perturabo values ​​you so much... As a hybrid, you have accomplished what many traitors and demons have failed to do.

But I don’t pity you because of your status.”

"In the same way, he values ​​you not just because of your ability. It's also because of something else, Honso, some emotions that you can't understand yet. For example, why are you unwilling to go directly to Perturabo's location?

"

The blurred face of the man in black became clearer, and Hong Suo was able to see his face. The pale face was as handsome as it should be, and there was undisguised pity in his eyes.

"That has nothing to do with you!"

"Maybe, then back to the point. I pity you from a human standpoint, Honso - you never had a choice. Free will does not exist in you."

The mage nodded thoughtfully: "You are a monster who has to become evil in order to survive."

"You have done so many evil things, but none of them are out of enjoyment or desire. Your actions all have direct purposes..."

"From this point of view, there is no difference between you and the slaves on your ship. They also have no choice. Their ancestors were slaves, so they were too, and so are their descendants."

"You too, Honso, you were born in Fabius Bayer's laboratory, and then grew up among a group of Chaos traitors. All your actions are out of survival, but in the end, you will find that you can't even control yourself

s life."

The mage raised his hand and stared at him calmly: "Your life is now in this hand. If I close it, you will die immediately. Are you afraid?"

"Come on!" the war blacksmith roared. "Kill me! Stop pretending to analyze and do it! I will not repent, I know what I am doing, and I also know who I am!"

"No, you don't know. Like I said, you are no different from the slaves themselves. They don't know why they are like this, and they don't know why. You also don't understand why you have to kill to survive,

But you already know part of the reason..."

The mage smiled.

"I've got the answers I want, Warsmith, but you don't know, you don't even know the problem. You don't know why you 'have to be evil,' but I can tell you... you

The reason why you are in this pitiful state now is because someone made a choice for you."

"The person who makes the choice doesn't have to pay any price. The price is borne by you. Aren't you angry about this? Ah, yes, you don't even know who they are... That's all.

, Honsou, your original body has arrived and is preparing to launch an attack."

"However, I have one last thing to tell you, Honso, the war blacksmith of the Iron Warriors... The reason why I do these things is just to give those like you the right to choose.

"

"At least, there won't be another Honso born."

He closed his hands, and Honsou's expression did not change at all - and so did his life, he was still alive.

He was extremely disappointed.

At the same time, he also felt a strong throbbing and an urge to scream. Everything about him was nakedly dissected with sharp words, and the dignity he had worked so hard to obtain disappeared. In a daze, he

It was as if he had become that humiliated bastard again.

"He's in your hands, ghoul. You can do whatever you want with him..."

The monster named Ghoul walked forward with a grin. Honso saw real scarlet flames burning in his eyes, and twisted meridians appeared on his face. He opened his mouth, and a set of sharp teeth began to slowly

Ground friction.

At the end of his life, the War Blacksmith of the Iron Warriors closed his eyes and began to pray for a man.

That person is not himself.