Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Ikro disappeared and was replaced by another man, a giant who was shorter than him. Angron stood up.

Kahn.

His heir, a strange yet familiar heir, looked at him with blood and tears in his eyes: "Father..."

A bolt of lightning flashed through Angron's brain: This child is a born psyker! Karn has done some tricks in this regard!

Damn it!

He immediately began to feel annoyed about his carelessness. How could he take this matter lightly?

However, Kahn did not attack him. He just stared at Angron. After a long time, he spoke: "What did you ask me to do, my lord?"

"I don't--"

Kahn interrupted him: "At the bottom of the ship on the Conqueror, what did you ask me to do at that time?"

"I have no idea."

Angron said frankly that he did not want to deceive. It was not out of pity for Karn. He did not deserve it. Moreover, not deceiving others was one of Angron's principles.

He hates deception and will never deceive others.

"Then." Kahn said. "I'm relieved, you are not him. On the Conqueror, he was locked in the bottom of the ship... I went to see him, and he asked me to bring the ax and other brothers,

Go to the slave deck and kill three hundred people."

Kahn's voice was as soft as whispering: "I asked him why, but he didn't answer."

Thunder rolled, coming from a distance, and the betrayer's eyes shed blood and tears. The voice gradually merged with the monster whispering on the bottom of the Conqueror. Horns grew out of his head, his skin turned red, and behind him

Grow Wings: "Kill three hundred men, take off their skulls, and build me a throne."

The illusion is gone.

"Did you do it?" Angron asked.

"I did." Kahn said frankly. "I followed his wishes, put on the Butcher's Nails, slaughtered our brothers, betrayed them all, and then killed those unarmed slaves. Those...

.innocent."

"Then you don't deserve sympathy."

"I know, sir. I have never asked for forgiveness or sympathy."

Angron showed a sneer of suppressed anger: "You worked hard to design a child, a hidden psyker, and then came to me in this way - what do you want?"

"A promise." Kahn looked at him quietly.

"Kill him, my lord, kill him." Kahn whispered, and his face began to blur. A thousand, ten thousand, countless blurry faces like his appeared behind the betrayer. Their armor

From blood red and golden red to the original white and blue, from the brutal World Eater to the appearance of a war dog.

Kahn stood at the front of them. He did not hit the damn butcher's nails, showing a bright face, but his voice was still weak - with unconcealable hatred.

They said in unison: "Kill him!"

Angron opened his eyes, and Iclo had passed out on the ground. The angry echo still lingered in his ears. What was that?

he does not know.

Is it a tide formed by some common desire of the dead, reverberating in the subspace, and finally appearing in front of him? Or is it a simple illusion or Tzeentch's conspiracy, used to obscure his vision and determination?

Angron didn't know the answer, he only knew what he was going to do.

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Arianto originally thought that he would be taken to a place full of blasphemy, such as the sacrificial sites he had seen and the slaughterhouses created by Chaos wizards and dimensional blacksmiths to create something. However, unexpectedly, there was no

.

This place was even brighter than the long-distance barge and all the ships he had been on. The silver floor, white walls, and light blue light falling from the ceiling made his mind suffer from the sequelae caused by the Butcher's Nails.

The phantom pain was slightly relieved.

Two chairs that fit their body shapes were placed in front of them.

Arianto glanced at the pressure index on the eyepiece, and the air filter did not alert him to any potential readings - what's more, he knew that if the man wanted to kill them, he wouldn't have to go to such trouble. So Arianto

He took off his helmet and sat on the chair without saying a word, followed closely by Targaryen.

Blue light flashed, the air was distorted, and He Shenyan appeared in front of them from the empty space, lying on an armchair, without any respect for the conversation.

"Hello, Brother Arianto Dicario, and Brother Targaryen Maurelius, and welcome to the Vengeance." He said with a smile.

"The Revenge?"

"I thought I already told you the name of my ship... Although the impact of the Butcher's Nail on you includes memory, your memory is very good. Brother Arianto, there is no need to proceed further.

It’s tempting, let’s open the skylight and speak frankly.”

"I can't trust you." Arianto said in a deep voice.

"I understand, but this conversation is not for me to have with you."

He Shenyan smiled and disappeared from the spot. At the same time, an Astartes wearing unfamiliar armor walked in from the door. His left shoulder armor did not match the color of the iron-gray power armor.

, is blood red, with a relief of a pure skull on it.

"Who is this?"

The Astartes paused, seeming a little surprised. He raised his hand, and after a few seconds of hesitation, he took off his helmet, revealing a face that made Arianto's blood surge.

"Gevadorun..." Targaryen, who had never spoken until now, said gloomily, and at the same time put his hand on the chain sword at his waist.

"Why are you still alive?" He stood up and asked in a mocking tone.

"Because my service isn't over yet, brother."

"Don't call me brother!" Targaryen roared, taking off his helmet and throwing it at Givadorun's feet. "You are not worthy of being our brother! Coward! Betrayer! You betrayed Captain Erron and our brothers.

, I will never forget what happened to Istvan III!"

Givadoron closed his eyes: "I did not run away or betray, brother."

Arianto stood up and stopped Targaryen who was about to say something. He was still a little surprised. Arianto originally thought that he had seen a lot, but he never thought that he would suddenly see someone today who he had not seen for a long time.

.....an old friend.

"Long time no see, Givadoron. Have you joined a new war group?"

"No." Givadoron replied in a low voice. "This power armor is a relic of a hero. It is now used by me, nothing more."

"Ten thousand years have passed and we can't contact you. Where are you?"

I am surviving among the traitors. I try not to kill anyone, but I am too cowardly to challenge anyone.

Givadoron said: "I'm waiting."

"What are you waiting for? The legion is gone! We are traitors, all of us!" Targaryen suddenly roared with red eyes. Arianto immediately realized the seriousness of the problem - damn, he hasn't used it today

Sedated! The after-effects of the Butcher's Nail... Wait! Where's Givadoron's Nail?!

However, it was too late, Targaryen had already launched a charge, and the roar of the chain sword resounded in this small room. Arrianto could not stop him. Who could stop a man who was determined to launch an attack?

Veteran?

"Dangerous behavior detected, defensive measures initiated."

An unfamiliar voice sounded above their heads, completely mechanical and cold, and a burst of blue light flashed through. Targaryen stood stiffly on the spot, the chain sword in his hand stopped spinning, and his whole person seemed to be dead.

Givadoron sighed.

"Remove defensive measures, the center of the magic circle, please...that adult come for a visit. The current situation is beyond my ability to explain in a few words." He said to the top of his head with a wry smile.

"A message has been sent, Sergeant Givadoron. Please wait a moment. He has sent a communication message. Do you want to answer it?"

"...Answer." After thinking again and again, Givadoron nodded.

Then, a voice that chilled Arianto's body came from the soft blue light on the ceiling: "I'll be there soon, Givadoron, hold them steady. Damn it, what are you thinking about? He

Obviously all you need to do is show the flames to solve this damn problem!"

"...Who is that?" Arianto asked tremblingly, his one eye was red, and bloodshot eyes were crawling up from the bottom of his eyes. His temples began to vibrate, and a killing cry came from his eardrums.

"He's who you think he is."

"Impossible!" he roared and lost his voice. "No-impossible! How has he ever talked to us in such a tone? He treats us as slaves!"

"He is different from what you imagined." Givadoron said euphemistically. Without Angron's permission, he did not think he could reveal the truth of the matter casually. But this concealing attitude only made him feel uncomfortable.

Arianto grew more and more furious.

The emotional excitement made his face become as scary as a demon. His facial features were distorted, scars and wounds were put together one by one, and the horrific patterns were put together. Arianto screamed: "Liar!"

"I didn't lie to you, brother."

"Then bring out the evidence!" Arianto pointed to the door. "He said he would be there soon, but I don't believe it. Who could be walking in from that door? A demon? Or a monster?"

He suddenly activated the chain sword, covering half of his face, and his voice became cold and gloomy: "Just...I have promised many people that I will rip their throats open.

"

"Whose throat?"

Angron walked in from the door and looked at the two heirs who were completely unfamiliar to him with complicated eyes.

"Ding Dong."

The chainsword fell to the ground.

Arianto trembled all over.

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In the main control room, He Shenyan held up a cup of tea and took a sip with a happy face: "Of course I can solve these problems casually, but how can I enjoy watching a family ethics drama?"

The scene in the room was flashing on the light screen in front of him. The mage took another long-lost sip of black tea with a smile, thinking that his bad taste had become more and more serious recently.

However, it is still within the acceptable range.