Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

In ancient times, darkness used to rule everything. Before the fire was ignited and before humans learned to make tools, they could only curl up in their caves and shiver at night.

Back then, no one knew what was out there.

Bjorn stood in front of the three, holding his axe. He moved them all into the room, and the protective shield made of magic power did not deny him contact, which saved him a lot of unnecessary work, and began to make him feel that this was planned by the captain from the beginning.

Task......

He smiled wryly, this feeling could no longer be described as disgusting, but he had to stand here and face everything. The real world is cruel and unreasonable, who can he say these words to?

The answer is himself.

Bjorn stroked the handle of the ax slowly. He couldn't touch it directly, but he could feel the friction between metal and metal. The corridor was so silent, Bjorn could imagine its darkness, but what was in the darkness?

He has no answer. All he knew was that he had to stand in front of them. Regardless, a mission is a mission.

Mephisto's consciousness seemed to be floating in a long river of light, he couldn't see their specific appearance, he only felt that these lights were staring at him. The river drifted and moved, and his vision grew farther and farther away, rising above the heavens into a dark void.

He should have been wary of such a sight, but he wasn't, because someone was standing beside him.

"I'm sorry." The man in the black robe said in a low voice. "Not telling you the truth."

"If deceit was one of the prices of victory, we would gladly swallow it."

Mephisto replied solemnly. "Just win, my lord."

"I'd love to promise you something, but we can't keep winning. It's been that way, and it's going to be harder this time."

The mage turned his head slightly, the river under his feet condensed by pure light exudes a gentle color, but his face cannot be illuminated. Mephisto could only see a shadow, under which was only a pair of burning eyes.

Instinctively, he wanted to hear more, but the mage raised his hand abruptly and looked to the other side of the world.

"Here they come, Mephisto," he whispered softly. "I can feel that my guess is right again, and it really gives me the chills."

"grown ups......?"

The mage turned his head back, the golden light in his flaming eyes, Mephisto almost heard a horrible crackling sound: "They are on the Iron Hammer, thousands of mortals have been polluted Yes. The original pure essence was replaced, and this kind of pollution is more terrible than I thought... This is not belief or brainwashing, this is a kind of pollution based on the essence of life."

"Is it a demon, my lord?"

"No. Worse than that."

As the voice fell, some pictures were shared. Mind and mind began to communicate with each other, and Mephisto felt almost torn apart. The huge and complicated flow of information poured in together with the dark pain contained in it, deeper than Black Fury, and a thousand times colder than the most terrifying nightmare he had ever experienced.

He saw countless human beings kneeling naked on the ground, saw them slit their throats without fear or hesitation, and fell on each other's bones like pigs and dogs suffering from the plague. Blood gurgled out, meandering wantonly in the mud.

And in the sky, a huge humanoid creature emitting white light stretched out a hand and took their souls. The bloody corpse is still warm, but there are no human beings in the world anymore. The humanoid creature left slowly, and came to another world in the blink of an eye. It's the same scene again, and it's repeated harvesting......

He almost felt it.

Then, a word appeared coldly in Mephisto's heart.

farm.

Anger, hatred, shock, sorrow...

The vortex of emotions that accompanied these pictures almost completely shattered his consciousness,

At the moment when the thoughts were about to be broken, a flash of light suddenly appeared, making those pictures disappear.

"Why... my lord?" Mephisto asked tremblingly. "Why do you want me to watch this?"

"This is some kind of sequelae of the connection, Librarian." The mage stared at him, the golden flames in his eyes still bright. "Now you see what I see."

He raised his hand, and the world changed and went away in an instant. Fading quickly, stretched into meaningless images, hollow echoes and screams constituted all that Mephisto could hear. He cried out in pain, asking how the mage endured them.

However, the person he begged for an answer did not answer.

He just coldly continued to let him go.

Onward, onward, onward...going on and on, like a ship that never touches land. He didn't know how long this torture would last, nor how long he would endure it. The pain faded away, a calm took its place, and then he saw again.

See darkness.

'Mephisto' opened his eyes.

He lowered his head and clenched his right fist. This body perfectly responded to his commands, the five fingers were tightly attached together, the nerves drove the muscles and bones, and the metal rubbed against each other, making disturbing sounds.

'Mephisto' smiled, and he moved on, stepping into the darkness that enveloped the Iron Hammer.

He walked past two maintenance workers who fell to their knees and prayed devoutly to gods that did not exist in this world.

He passed a group of Iron Warriors who put down their weapons and stood there like puppets, chanting broken phrases with the priest.

He walked through mortals, through the Astartes, through crews and soldiers, through darkness, and to the truth.

So Mephisto saw it with him. A shrunken, face-to-face human figure cast in white light. It stood calmly on the bridge of the Iron Hammer, the warp staring maliciously from the porthole behind it. The captain knelt at its feet, inarticulately begging the gods for mercy.

'Mephisto' said: "You have courage."

"It's not courage," the humanoid replied. "I am doomed to die, mage. I was born thirty-five thousand years ago, and from the moment I was born, I was doomed to die at this very moment. You don't know, but this is what I was born for. And now, we are watching you."

There was a wave on its face of the lake, and Mephisto felt a wave of disgust rising from his heart.

"It takes time to cross the endless sea of ​​stars, and it takes time to find you. Make plans and accumulate strength... My time is up, and so are you, mage. The White Tower Council can't help you, we have already declared war on you .This is a war between Eternal Heaven and you, and the Council of the White Tower will not participate in any war. They will not abandon this principle for you."

It narrates calmly, without emotion, brushing off the price they paid, as if simply telling someone else's story: "We found you, mage..."

"so what?"

'Mephisto' shook his head unmoved: "Then what? I don't care about all of this, and I don't care how much... painstaking you are."

"But we made it."

It calmly replied: "You are doomed. We have found your weakness, and once again... this time, we will not fail again."

"I'm curious where your theories come from."

"From reality."

it says. "In the endless sea of ​​stars, there are countless similar races. We have traveled to billions of different worlds, we have played countless times as saviors, and countless times as gods who respond to requests. But in the end, we realized that you are not worthy. Humans are not worthy. No lessons will be learned from history, and nothing will really be learned."

"so what?"

"So, you don't really learn your lesson either. You meddle in your own business and play savior in your own right, we've already been down this road. Humans don't appreciate you, they just ask for more.. …”

Its tone began to change for the first time, from Gujing Wubo's indifference and calmness to a suppressed anger: "So, we need to let them improve."

"Are you referring to the farm model?"

Mephisto felt uneasy, and he realized that the lord didn't mean to start a fight, as if he really just came to ask questions. However, he was still aware of a certain darkness hidden under the sound. Mephisto has always been good at capturing the emotions of others, and this time is no exception.

He began to tremble.

"No. The ones you're seeing are just human civilizations that we've assigned to the lowest level, and they've made too many mistakes, with no potential for growth or advancement. Therefore, we will make the best of what we have."

The more it talks, the more excited it becomes. Those repressed emotions were revealed at this moment, and Mephisto noticed a kind of pride and a twisted desire to protect. He felt an almost nauseating urge to realize that the creature really thought it was the protector of humanity.

"Make the most of everything...heh."

The storm rolled up, and the desire to argue and talk disappeared at this moment, leaving only the pure desire to kill. Flames erupted from Mephisto's hands, and he watched in shock before realizing once again that he wasn't in charge.

"It's like this again... I thought you would realize something after listening to me. You should realize something, mage, you should understand that human beings will not change."

"Yeah, yeah, they won't change, they're ignorant, backward, ignorant and cruel...but what the fuck is it about you bastards?!"

Mephisto heard his roar, and the burning anger wrapped him up, but he felt extremely relieved.

Yes, that's it.

Mephisto closed his eyes, let the flames surround him, and let his consciousness sink. He began to beg, began to beg with hatred.

+Please destroy them, my lord. +

+I will. +