Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"Does he know you?"

"He doesn't know me, but he may know my sword—forget it." Fulgrim shook his head, a touch of gold lit up in the palm of his hand. "You go to the Vengeance to check first. I also want to know why he knows this sword."

Psionics communicated with the Vengeance on Terra's orbit, and Steve, who was standing beside him, felt an inexplicable attraction. Before he could understand what was going on, a mechanical voice with no emotion and only rational existence came from his ears: "Identity authentication passed, database retrieval - Steve Rogers, please relax."

He disappeared in a burst of blue light. Fulgrim walked forward calmly, and as he approached, the Heroic Spirit became more and more nervous. The Mercyr Bridge was 1,700 meters long, and by the time Fulgrim finally walked in front of him, the Heroic Spirit was already in a state of preparation.

Muscles are tight and breathing is fast. The habits of life still affect this body of pure psionic energy. In addition to this, there is something affecting and oppressing his sanity. It was an instinctive human reaction, as if some people were afraid of snakes - Galahad was acutely aware that his subconscious feared this person.

He was ashamed of it, but he still stood his ground.

Galahad looked at the man standing opposite him, who could not even see his face through the fortifications, and asked slowly, "Where did your power sword come from?"

"Why are you interested in this sword?" Fulgrim asked rhetorically. "Could it be that you have met its owner?"

"Don't answer questions with questions!" Galahad growled. "Where did you get it! Also, where's the guy just now? Where did you get him?"

"Saul Tarvitz."

Fulgrim said suddenly, and then he got the answer he wanted. Galahad's expression changed immediately after hearing the name. A trace of sadness flashed across Phoenix's psychic-covered face, and he asked slowly, "You've seen him, right?"

Their conversation could not continue, because a loud noise came from the sky, and a huge hum that was completely unacceptable was pressing on the eardrums of everyone who still had hearing - even Heroic Spirits were not exempt from this. Horrible sound. The psionic energy that made up their bodies gradually became blurred in the manic voice.

Seeing this, Fulgrim immediately raised his hand and placed it on Galahad's shoulder. Golden spirit energy poured out from his right hand, regardless of the heroic spirit whose expression suddenly became shocked. Phoenix raised his head and stared at the sky, his expression became serious.

His superhuman vision was of no use at this moment in any way. No matter how the naked eye can compare to a machine, he can't directly observe what is going on in the sky full of golden light through his eyes, but his psychic power allows him to vaguely perceive something. .

"What... what did you do?"

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If He Shenyan heard this, he would probably answer Fulgrim with a smile: "I'm trying my best."

Yes, he is desperate.

Nurgle is a good-natured among the Chaos Gods, but that doesn't mean he doesn't get angry at all—how could it be? He is the evil god.

Terra was now facing his wrath.

The plague cloud called out by Father Rain Rotigues was about to dissipate with its death, but at this moment, it swelled violently. The acid rain, which was more than a hundred times stronger than before, surged down, hitting the golden curtain made of heroic spirits, causing ripples.

He Shenyan walked out of a burst of blue light and observed the huge plague cloud. This cloud covers the entire Himalayas, however, at the same time dozens of other plague clouds are condensing across Terra. Such an act of tearing apart the warp and affecting reality at any cost is extremely rare for Nurgle, and he must be extremely angry now.

The mage knows why, so he is smiling.

"It's just an appetizer, Nurgle," he muttered to himself, then held out his right hand.

The souls of the heroic spirits that were rapidly disappearing in the acid rain disappeared, and the acid rain fell straight down, but never touched the ground. A huge portal was constructed by He Shenyan in an instant, acid rain fell into it, and then fell from the top of the plague cloud. A meaningless cycle is going on.

"Small tricks sometimes work best."

The palms fit together, the ten fingers are closed, the huge amount of magic power, the pure magic power was compressed to the extreme by his palm at that moment, forming a dark blue gem, which was then held in his hand.

What is he going to do?

Simple.

Since the invention of gunpowder, the favorite thing for humans to do has changed from throwing rocks at each other to throwing explosives at each other. He Shenyan was also not exempt from the custom, so he wanted to give Nurgle a huge gift, a huge explosion.

Nurgle's actions were nothing more than to vent his anger, and in order to vent his anger at the burning of the garden, he even affected reality on a large scale. So, He Shenyan now has an opportunity. He took down a cloud of plague, and the power belonging to Nurgle surged frantically in it, but he couldn't really touch He Shenyan's skin at all.

Any power - magic, psionic power, and all these powers that involve the spiritual aspect is nothing more than a competition, that is, which of the two parties has a stronger will. Nurgle's will is contained in dozens of plague clouds, shattered. And the one in the hands of the mage is even less, and there is no way to affect him.

In other words, now He Shenyan can speak to him, but he still doesn't speak at all.

"I said I was coming for you, Nurgle. I said that, and now I'm here."

Hearing this, the fragments of the plague cloud in his hand surged even more frantically. The sky also began to change color, but He Shenyan just raised his eyes lightly and the sky returned to its original color. He crushed the plague cloud fragments, extracted the fragments of Nurgle's will, closed his eyes, and instantly moved to a warp portal in Australia.

The mage stretched out his hand, and the edge of the unstable black portal was originally surging with negative emotions belonging to the warp, and any human who tried to approach would be corrupted by them and become the accomplice of the devil. But in the face of mages, they can't do anything. It can only be annihilated into primitive negative energy in an instant and stay in place obediently.

The next second, the scene behind the door changed - no longer the chaotic warp, but a green garden. The golden flames were burning incessantly, and the demons were crying, running, and fleeing. A black house on a hill began to tremble violently, and a window opened. A huge green eye appeared from it, staring at He Shenyan stubbornly.

"hello."

He Shenyan beckoned to him, then smiled slightly, raised his legs and stepped into this very sacred garden in the eyes of Nurgle believers. The rancid aura rushed towards my face, and a gloomy and furious voice said slowly: "I don't know whether to live or die... How dare you take the initiative to enter my realm! Now He can't help you!"

"If you don't come in, how can you hand this gift to you?"

The gentle smile finally disappeared, replaced by a murderous grin. Perhaps, from beginning to end, only this crazy look is He Shenyan's true face. He opened his right hand, and the dark blue gem in the palm of his hand shone brightly. It only looked more beautiful, but Nurgle suddenly let out a roar.

"late!"

He laughed, and the gem 'bloomed' in an instant, like an open flower, it began to shatter a little bit, and a huge amount of magic power poured out. They set out to transform the rancid garden at the will of their master, in an explosion that Nurgle never wanted to see.

The ground that had been scorched by the flames began to disintegrate little by little, and the mycelium, the corpse, and the eggs of maggots all disintegrated together, and even the plague in the air was completely disintegrated. He Shenyan's black hair danced wildly, and what flickered in his eyes was his own power-magic power! Pure magic.

"Do not!!!"

The ground shook, and the black house on the hillside began to tremble more violently. The eyes against the window disappeared, replaced by a green arm covered with abscesses and wounds. A few shivering Nurglings huddled in the layers of fat and wept.

He Shenyan smiled disdainfully, took a step forward, and time stopped at that moment. Blood gushed from the corners of his mouth, and Nurgle's arm, which was about to stretch out his black house, stopped now. It was only for a short time, not even a second, but He had already failed.

Because the explosion has spread.

He deeply understands that even if he completely walks out of the house now, it is impossible to restore the quiet and beautiful appearance of this garden. Because the foundation of its existence has been completely changed by this human being, from the corrupt reincarnation of life and death to a blank, anyone can leave their own color in this field.

He understands another thing better - that the other three will never miss this opportunity.

It was at this moment that Nurgle's anger died down.

He actually started to smile.

"You have done something that many have never done, Mage."

Nurgle went so far as to say to him in a reverent voice: "I accept my failure, my pride and my anger-dominated emotions have caused it all. My children have been killed and wounded today. All of this is Thanks to you, I will always remember today. Everyone can remember today."

His voice penetrated the warp and began to reverberate in the tide of a million worlds, in the birth and death of worlds and their cores.

The evil god, the god of life and death, the loving father Nurgle said slowly in a voice mixed with hatred and pride: "You should be proud of this, child."