Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Anger, sweeter than a drop of honey, rises from a man's chest like smoke.

Sean lay in silence, he didn't know where he was at the moment, and he didn't know where he was going. Here, time seems to have lost its meaning. He tried his best to open his eyes, and finally, after an unknown amount of time, he succeeded.

Sean found himself lying in a river of blood.

Surrounded by hot, constantly flowing blood. These scarlet viscous fluids are more like magma than blood. They scorched Thayn's skin and devoured his soul with their horrific smell. He endured the torment and drifted down the river aimlessly. After a certain moment, he suddenly became accustomed to this, and he began to observe the surrounding scenery.

However, the surrounding scenery is illogical, full of killing and death. Countless skulls built the Jingguan on both sides of the river, and he saw all the battles in the world full of honor, saw the venerable warriors die with their weapons, and watched their heads beheaded by their opponents. An indescribable ecstasy filled his heart and mind.

A voice said: Fight, Thane, rise and fight!

His voice sounded like the clash of steel when swords intersected, full of courage, determination, and its imminent consequence—the gushing blood.

Shane replied in confusion: Fight, with whom?

The voice let out a loud laugh: Anything!

who are you?

I?

His voice gradually turned into a warrior's roar amid laughter: It doesn't matter who I am! I am the ancient god, I am the incarnation of wrath, I am the river of blood. The sound of steel intersecting is my hymn, and the slaughter with axes and hammers is my worship. My name is meaningless, for all the glorious death in the world is my name!

Sai Enrong lowered his head thoughtfully, staring at the river of blood beneath him. An attraction made him lower and lower his head, gradually sinking into the river. He buried his head in the blood, and the smell of blood filled his nose. He widened his eyes and saw a picture that made his blood boil.

It was a scarlet land, devastated. Countless weapon-wielding warriors fought each other across the land, their valiant battle cries resounding through the sky. Countless people die every moment, and their corpses and blood will be trampled under the feet of the latecomers and gradually become new ground.

Fight, never-ending fight. The battle of glory, the battle of faith, the battle of his dreams...

He could hardly wish to join them at once,

The desire to fight began to surge in every pore, and it was only a matter of time before it could spew out.

But he didn't. Instead, Sean lifted his head out of the river like a drowning man, gasping for breath, almost breathless from the increasing smell of blood.

Sean raised his head, looked at the scenery ahead, and found that he had reached a wasteland.

There's nothing here but a throne, and oh, and countless skulls piled under that throne. Some of them were stained with blood, while others were as bright as new. Sitting on the brass throne was a huge black shadow whose figure could not be seen clearly, except for those two real scarlet rays of light shining in the darkness.

The wailing of the dead and the roar of the warriors drummed around him.

Shane stared at the two scarlet lights, and he knew that the other party was also staring at him. A sudden feeling made him immediately know the name of this god.

Khorne.

He raised his right hand as if inviting Sion. The sound of war drums suddenly sounded all around, one after another echoing with Sean's heartbeat. His eyes widened in pain, the blue veins on his forehead jumped, and a burst of killing desire rose from his heart. Sion looked at the two scarlet lights, and he knew that this was the highest honor of a warrior.

But he's not just a fighter.

Shane gritted his teeth, restraining his urge to hold a weapon, restrain his urge to fight. The sense of responsibility condensed on his shoulders, and the desire to kill subsided a little. He kept muttering to himself, I am the Hand of Noxus, I am the General of Noxus. I am a witness to His brilliance. . . .

Khorne made a sound of dissatisfaction. He couldn't allow this to happen: He personally invited a mortal, and the other party was still hesitant. He immediately burst into anger, but the next second when Sion raised his head, he immediately turned his anger into joy.

The anger on that face deformed his facial features, his eyes became scarlet, the sly chin made of steel had bit his lips at this time, and blood was flowing on the black metal. Khorne watched him with satisfaction, and Thane let out a growl. Immediately he laughed with joy: yes, that's it!

Come on, join me!

He looked at Shane expectantly, and two huge battle axes appeared in the latter's hands at some point. Thane ran to him, but was not blessed under his throne as he thought. On the contrary, Sion jumped up with an unstoppable rage that nearly burned himself to death, holding the two giant axes in his hands and hitting Khorne's face with an axe!

He let out an earth-shattering roar, and even the space trembled for it, and then slapped Sain out. Khorne still didn't disappear, and he almost wanted to stand up from the throne and immediately pinched Sion to death, but when he found that Sion still clenched his weapon even when he was beaten to the point that it was difficult to stand, he stopped. .

He sat down slowly and let out a satisfied, low laugh. He stared at Sean's face distorted by anger, at his slightly trembling flesh, and slowly whispered: You will be mine sooner or later...

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Kronos looked anxiously at Sein's trembling body. The mage had been away for five minutes, and Sein's expression became more and more terrifying shortly after he left. That angry look reminded Kronos of some of his brothers, who had been terribly tormented by the death of his genetic father.

At the same time, he has to face an evil god who is full of expectations and keeps corrupting all the time.

And he couldn't do anything about it, his heart was beating fast in Shane's wide open chest. He was clearly asleep, but his expression was so gnashing of teeth, and a deep hatred and anger were intertwined on it. Kronos stared at the face and began to meditate on the Emperor's prayer.

It was the only thing he could do.

Fortunately, the mage came back not long after, he was very punctual, saying ten minutes was ten minutes. When I came back, I even brought a cup of tea in my hand, and my face was relaxed. After seeing Kronos' expression, he even laughed at leisure: "Why do you look like this?"

Without waiting for Kronos to answer, he said to himself again: "Don't worry, he will be fine. It was just a... a test that must be passed."

Looking at Kronos' puzzled face, He Shenyan did not choose to tell the truth in the end. In his conversations with the Emperor, he had learned the nature of those Primarchs—they were all born warp creatures, and a Primarch who had clarified his nature could not be killed. The only reason for this is obvious.

The Emperor 'borrowed' some of the power of the Warp in the process of shaping the Primarch, and we can put it more bluntly - he grabbed some power directly from the Chaos Four.

Why would he do this?

The Emperor was not an idiot, and of course he knew the consequences of doing so. But the Four Gods are in a way more than just blasphemous products and incomprehensible incarnations of chaos. For example, Khorne requires his followers to kill all living beings, but also requires them not to kill the unarmed, the old and the weak, women and children, and at the same time, they must not kill each other and abandon their comrades.

He despises and dislikes those who play with power and the lives of others, and encourages all head-to-head confrontations and acts that bring honor.

From this point of view, He Shenyan also understands why Khorne is worshipped.

Even the most unacceptable form of Nurgle represented more than plague, death, decay and chaos. He symbolizes the end of everything in the material realm. Yet this disgusting, pus-covered god treats every blade with true equality. His followers called him the Father, because Nurgle saw each of his followers as a man.

When your life rots into a pile of shit, everyone hates you and hates you. Only Nurgle cares about you, He loves you, He loves you deeply. Will give you a loving home and guide you to be a part of it. And it doesn't require you to pay anything, He just wants you to accept who you are, you just need to be yourself all the time.

Sounds great, right?

Of course, as long as you ignore his appearance...

The four gods not only represent the evil in human nature, they actually govern the good in human nature. Such as courage, happiness, love, wisdom. But their chaotic nature made them ignore these beautiful things and instead pursue those evil and depraved qualities. The Emperor saw this, and he made a very bold decision.

Very bold, but also very silly X. The most intuitive consequence is that He is now a mummified corpse sitting on the throne, unable to move. Every moment endures the torture that can turn the stone into a madman.

The communication between the mage and the emperor lasted for a long time in that space, they discussed and communicated. It was finally determined where the gene-seed used to transform Tharn came from - considering Thayn's character and his past experience, the Emperor took something from Khorne... This time, he and Terror I said hello.

Surprisingly, Khorne is very talkative. He directly gave the Emperor what he needed, only one request, a gamble.

As for the winner... the mage glanced at the rib cage that was beginning to heal, the anger on his face gradually calming down.

The winner is obvious.

He Shenyan smiled and shook his head. He said to Kronos, who was still incomprehensible after watching the whole process: "The sense of responsibility saved him, Kronos."

"A sense of responsibility?"

The mage said no more, he drank the cup of tea.

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"you lose."

In the warp, the voice of the icy sun spread far and wide. The Lord of Blood snorted coldly, slapped the armrest of his throne heavily, and said angrily, "You damn bastard, you obviously have no chance of winning! Why do you beat me every time?! "

"Because I'm much smarter than you."

The Lord of Blood snorted again, turning a blind eye to this sarcasm. He turned his head to look at a team of Space Marines who were fighting hard, and said slowly, "Your soldiers are about to lose."

"I know."

Khorne spread far and wide with angry voices, forming a storm in the warp, killing countless demons: "These loyal warriors...! They could have slaughtered under my command, and enjoyed being a warrior. Everything you got, now willing to die for your damned carrion bound by a sense of responsibility..."

"No honor to speak of..."

There was only pure reason in the Emperor's voice: "Because they are humans, not your demons. That's why you always lose, Khorne. There's nothing else on your mind but battle, not even that one. A stupid bluebird can play you in the palm of your hand."

"Don't mention his name!" Khorne's eyes flashed red, and he slapped the armrest of the chair angrily again. This time, there was no storm in the warp, but a certain sector in the real world suddenly became chaotic. Various unreal illusions caused dozens of planets in that place to collapse in an instant.

"I lost this time..." He said gloomily. "But you're not going to win all the time, Sun. I could fail a million times, but you can't afford even one. I'm curious how much help you got from that helper? Or, you To make him willing to die for you like he is plotting against your other people?"

There was no answer, only a few golden thunders fell from the sky, draped over his brass throne. Khorne didn't care about the damage, and he didn't even bother to get up from his chair. Although the Emperor may be the only one in the world worthy of him taking up arms and fighting with his own hands again, it is the Emperor, not the carrion on the throne.

He said in a malicious tone: "You are so embarrassed...hahahahahaha!"

The thunderous laughter spread far and wide, and He got a cold snort. The Emperor replied without emotion: "You don't understand what humans can do for each other. I trust him as much as he trusts me."

"Ah, yes. But you, the great human emperor, don't even have someone to talk to... Only come to chat with your enemies, how sad!" Khorne laughed.

The Emperor seemed to be infected too, and there was a slight smile in his voice: "When that day does come, I will be the last to kill you. That damn bird must die before you."

"I'll wait and see," Khorne replied with a smile.