Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"You can't come out yet—damn it, Fulgrim, stop it!"

The mage's roar could be heard clearly even outside the room. Angron snickered and then walked into the room. He said mockingly: "Our noble young master has not recovered yet?"

"Take back what you said... idiot." Fulgrim, lying in the medical cabin, said gloomily in a distorted voice. His appearance could not be said to be terrifying, it could only be said to be very terrifying.

Half of the chest was opened, and the internal organs were beating tenaciously inside. The nutrient solution was emitting green light and was treating him non-stop. Fulgrim lay there unable to move. He just wanted to come out and move around, but was stopped.

The mage forced it inside.

Let him come out to exercise? If he moves for ten minutes, he will have to lie in there for a few more days.

"Angron, if you just want to come in and show off your recovery speed, then I have to ask you to leave." He Shenyan turned around and looked at him with an unkind expression.

"Of course not." Angron shook his head quickly. "I just heard about that galaxy, Prodars, right?"

"Who told you?"

"I overheard the chatter of several Cadian soldiers."

"I can't believe that the dignified original body actually has a habit of eavesdropping on corners."

He Shenyan first sarcastically mocked him, then nodded solemnly: "Yes, Prodars. The traitors who were dragged out of the subspace by me along with Abaddon and escaped in the face of the battle are hiding there.

"

"That galaxy is famous for its mineral production, and most of the residents there are weapon craftsmen. The Adeptus Mechanicus likes this kind of planet very much, but now..." He Shenyan shook his head and said, "Who knows where it is?

How many are left alive? We can only hope that those traitors need some slaves to help them with their chores."

"Maybe that way, we can save some people."

"I hope so. Besides..." Angron suddenly smiled narrowly: "I also heard about your speech in the cemetery at the bottom. You are really a natural speaker, aren't you? Fighting in the forest,

Fight in the Gobi Desert, fight in the hive, fight wherever we are needed."

He imitated He Shenyan's tone: "Until they are all dead! Your words should be placed on the front page of the Empire's Propaganda Department. Maybe countless people will charge after reading your words."

"No need to, I would rather the empire know Sergeant Priad's name." He Shenyan replied calmly, ignoring Angron's teasing. "That's why I decided to

Piece stc named pliard.”

"He deserves it."

"Of course he's worth it - don't mention that, what do you want to do by asking about that galaxy?"

"That's right..." Angron came over mysteriously.

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Ingratitude is an evil blasphemy.

This is not the present, this is a continuation of memories. And everything he was familiar with in his past life has been stripped away.

Ikroh huddled in the corner of the floor, surrounded by people. Whispers came from every direction, pressing on the young boy. Few people knew each other. People wanted to greet each other, but there was no way to deceive them.

Everything will pass as usual.

This is not a tax lord coming to whip them, but a Chaos traitor - the Emperor. Just thinking of these four words makes Ikro feel chills all over. Those tall, blood-red giants are really his

The most terrifying thing I have ever seen.

What happens next?

Ikro didn't know, he silently carved a mark on the ground with his fingers. Then another mark, silently curling up in the corner of the prison, using his fingers to carve the design of a sword.

The picture was recited by heart. A kind of anger burned in the boy's heart.

How he wished he had power.

Then - the cell door was opened.

A giant stood outside the door, staring at them with tyrannical eyes. Even wearing a helmet, that kind of tyranny without emotion and rationality kept them silent, even breathing cautiously. The giant came in, he glanced around, heavy

The sound of his breathing was frightening. People tried their best to avoid his steps, huddled in their respective corners, shivering.

Then, the giant came to Iclo and saw the long sword he drew on the ground.

"Stand up," said the giant.

What was that sound? It sounded like the collision of sword blades, harsh and terrifying.

Icloo bit his lip and blood gushed out. The thin boy stood up straight little by little. He was too weak and had to be careful, otherwise he would fall. After he stood up completely, the giant pointed at the picture he drew and said: "

what is that?"

Want to lie?

No. Someone said to him.

"That's a sword."

Ikro raised his head and looked up into the giant's eyes. He neither addressed him with honorifics nor showed the slightest fear of him. The boy's father was just a blacksmith and did not give him such a superior status to look down on an Asi.

Tate. His father just told him one thing.

If a person does evil things, then don't have any respect for him. Look at him with anger, because all people who do evil things fear this kind of anger.

Now, the nine-year-old boy stared at the giant with angry eyes.

"What sword?"

"Longsword. My father's design."

"Where is your father?"

"Dead, killed by you."

The giant nodded and took him out. They walked out of the cell and began to whisper again. Ikro looked back at them with boredom, and then followed the giant to the upper level of the ship. There was pungent blood everywhere.

The smell, and human skulls were piled all over the corner. The dim light made the scene even more terrifying.

He brought him to a taller giant with one bare arm, knelt down on one knee, and said in a low voice: "I have brought him here, sir."

Icloo watched the giant turn around and thought, he is like a mountain.

"A... child." the taller giant said. "Are you sure?"

"He's the only one who fits the description of those damn cowards."

"I understand." The giant made a gesture, and the giant who brought him left. Then, he waved to the boy, motioning him to come closer to him.

Only then did Ikro realize that he was not wearing that terrifying helmet with pointed ears, but instead revealed an even more terrifying face.

"My name is Kahn." said the giant. "And you?"

"Iclo."

"Very good," Kahn nodded. "So, Iklo, how old are you?"

"Nine years old."

"Where is your father?"

So, Icloo repeated: "I am dead, killed by you. I hope I can kill you too."

Kahn laughed.

The smile pulled at the scars on his face. He obviously didn't do this often, so the muscles on his face were extremely stiff. Every time he squirmed, Ikroo had the illusion that he wanted to eat himself.

But Kahn didn't. On the contrary, he did nothing and just laughed for a while - which made Ikro feel incredible.

"I hope you can make it if you can, kid."

The traitor Kahn, the traitor who single-handedly slaughtered countless humans, said this. Then, he gently touched the boy's head: "But this process may take a long time, and you will need to use it for a long time."

It will take a long time to grow enough to kill me."

"But I can help you."

Iklo looked at him blankly.

Kahn was patient and unlike a Khorne believer, he said patiently and clearly: "I will train you and help you shorten this time."

"No, that's not right." Ikroo took a few steps back and broke away from Kahn's hand. He muttered: "You are traitors, you can't be so kind. I don't believe you."

"child."

Kahn said slowly: "That's not a question. Training will start soon. I will tell you many forbidden things, but there is one thing you need to be very careful about."

He squatted down so that Ikrok could see his face better - every detail, scar lines, and the constantly twitching eyeballs and skin. At the same time, his voice became extremely terrifying,

It's like the roar of a wild beast: "When you see me like this, start running away. Remember, the farther you run, the better."

The boy carried out his words well. Ten minutes later, Kahn woke up from the fury caused by the Butcher's Nail. He began to walk around the ship. There were few living people here. Except for the slaves on the bottom deck, most of them

Some of the Khorne Berserkers were sent out by him.

"You find something to do on your own."

These are Kahn's original words. No one knows what he is thinking. Sometimes, even he himself doesn't know.

maybe.

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"That sword - that demon." Fulgrim said slowly, looking at the ceiling. "I failed to kill it."

He turned his head and stared at the mage: "It was so strong that even breathing was burning my skin. Standing in front of it made me feel weak. I began to understand why my father couldn't kill it."

"That is the echo of the first murder case in human history. Whether we like it or not, it has been bound to human history. But it doesn't matter. I just wanted you to test it once. It doesn't matter if you can't kill it.

pity."

He Shenyan nodded and said relaxedly: "Have a good rest, Fulgrim."

Just as he was about to leave, Fulgrim stopped him.

"Wait a minute, mage."

"What's wrong?"

Fulgrim hesitated for a long time, so He Shenyan stood at the door and waited patiently for him to speak. One minute, two minutes, ten full minutes passed before he spoke: "I heard someone calling my name.

.”

He Shenyan narrowed his eyes.

He came to Fulgrim's medical cabin, leaned his hand against the transparent bulkhead, and golden light emerged. After confirming that this was not caused by subspace, he asked: "Do you know who it is?"

"I don't know...but I know where he is." Fulgrim closed his eyes in pain. "He called me on Istvan III."