Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Walking quickly in the palace, Angron didn't care about Givadoron's behavior of calling himself a 'brother'. He knew what Givadoron was thinking. He just felt that it was not good to rashly turn against the Imperial Fist.

, but Angron didn't care about this at all.

If you make enemies, you will make enemies, so what? The Imperial Fist...

He snorted coldly again, while Givadoron quickly caught up with him and asked puzzledly from his side: "Primarch, why do you have such an attitude towards the people of the Imperial Fists?"

"What attitude?"

Givadoron was almost scratching his head. He hesitated for a long time and couldn't say a word. This actually made Angron smile.

He walked into the grand corridor ahead and explained to him while strolling: "In my world, the Imperial Fist is a member of the Betrayer. I think this sentence should explain it clearly, Givadoron. In addition,

..."

Angron stretched out his right hand, and Givadorun put on his helmet.

Accompanied by the roar of the chain sword, the lightning giant ax slowly took shape in Angron's hands. Hissing, the golden electric current sounded along with the tooth-piercing bone friction sound. In front of them, thousands of

The brainless zombies infected by Nurgle's plague are slowly recovering.

"No matter how many times I see this scene it becomes unbearable, do you know that, Givadoron?"

"What, Primarch?"

"It is too despicable to deliberately infect civilians."

"I agree, Primarch."

Angron let out a roar of mourning and charged into the walking corpses of Nurgle composed of civilians. These corpses that were infected by the plague and then resurrected had swollen limbs. The plague tortured them to death before they were alive.

Even after they died, they were not spared.

As long as they detect someone nearby, the virus in their bodies will drive them to stand up and continue to spread Nurgle's virus.

Killing them was just a wave of his arm for Angron. Such a simple killing did not make him feel happy. On the contrary, the Lord of the Red Sand felt quite heavy.

Givadoron followed him step by step, swinging the chain sword in his hand non-stop. Angron's great ax usually only killed the walking corpses in front of him, and he had to be responsible for Angron's back.

.

The killing continued for a while, and the power armor of both men was covered with green, rancid juice. It was once blood.

They continued to move forward. The palace was huge, very big. Countless grand corridors and halls made it like a maze. Their styles were also different. Some were magnificent, while others were extremely simple. The only thing they had in common was that

, maybe they are all on the ceiling, or depict the appearance of a man in paintings or carvings.

Along the way, they killed more mindless walkers. As they went deeper, the walkers were simply composed of civilians, and were divided into half and half between Astra Militarum and civilians. Just looking at these walkers, you may wonder about the Custodes.

Why were they trapped in the palace for so many days? The real situation was actually far worse than people thought.

Angron's eyes stared forward. There was no difference between the palaces in the two worlds. In his memory, he only had to go through three more corridors to reach the throne room... A feeling of threat had already begun.

It spread in his heart, and at this moment, he knew that the main course was ahead.

Angron smiled slowly.

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Stirring the huge crucible, Kugas watched the bubbles inside very patiently. It seemed to be able to judge whether the pot of blasphemous liquid was successfully brewed by the emergence and death of bubbles.

Qu'gas, Nurgle's favorite demon, is brewing a deadly plague.

While it continued to stir with its fat arms, it muttered unhappily: "The resistance of the golden can is stronger than I thought..."

While cooking the plague, it raised its head and glanced at the battle line not far away. Its demon army was fighting back and forth with a group of humans wearing golden armor. Kugas didn't like fighting, and it believed that,

There are many ways to spread the glory of a loving father, but fighting is definitely not included among them. But currently, it seems that the demon army's weakness of not being good at fighting is indeed somewhat fatal.

You know, they almost come close to the cursed person.

It hesitated for a while: Can I leave the crucible? This may boil the lake, but they kill them too quickly... I don't want to go to the garden to find helpers again, it's so troublesome.

The crucible was boiling viciously, and the sound of Gudu Gudu relieved Kugas' anxiety a little. It looked at the green liquid almost with love-like eyes, and was deeply proud of its abilities.

"Hmph, when will the blue son of the cursed man come over? The soup Kugas prepared for him will be of no use..."

While cooking the plague, Kugas raised his head and shouted to his demon army: "Keep them there, Plague Guards!"

It said a lot of words to inspire the demons, such as asking the one who killed the most enemies to enter its crucible and swim around. After doing all this, the offensive momentum of the demon army suddenly overwhelmed the golden can.

Gas nodded with satisfaction.

Is this enough? This should be enough. It told itself, and then sighed.

"Not enough..." it said. "Not enough."

All of this is foreseeable. It hates thinking this, but it can indeed predict the future trend - that idiot Rainfather Rodrigues died not long ago, and it can vaguely feel this. Then,

In the subspace, it tried to search for the soul of the brother it didn't like, but found nothing. This made Kugas feel inexplicably afraid.

How could it not be found?

Could it be that that idiot is really dead?

Kugas refused to accept this, and at the same time comforted himself that its soul must be shrinking in an unknown location and undergoing rebirth. It was too ashamed and did not want to be found. This must be the case.

No, don't comfort yourself, Kugas, it is simply dead - its soul has been wiped out in the material realm.

Kugas said to himself, you must not deceive yourself, honesty is one of the virtues taught to us by our loving father. We should be honest, yes, we must be honest.

It continued to stir the crucible, and at the same time glanced boredly at the golden cans that were shouting to kill. It slapped the antlers on its head unhappily, and the bacteria on it were knocked off by it, and fell into the crucible to continue its indescribable process.

Adding to the pot of plague.

Its stirring career was forcibly ended by two uninvited guests half a minute later.

A giant lightning ax suddenly flew over and was deeply embedded in the side of its crucible. Kugas let out a heart-wrenching scream and watched helplessly as its plague flowed out of the gap.

It didn't even have a chance to recover it, because the lightning dancing on the golden axe of the lightning ax had completely evaporated the plague it had carefully brewed.

"No, no, how could this happen? How could this happen!"

Kugas roared unbearably, jumped up and down, and the fat on his body trembled: "No!

!”

"Your screams are so unpleasant."

A voice interrupted its self-pity and made Kugas roar uncontrollably. It reached out and grabbed the Plague Sword that it had put aside. Then it turned around panting and faced it.

The man who walked in from the hall yelled: "You rude guy! How could you do such a thing?"

Angron looked at it strangely, and for a moment he thought he had done something wrong. He stretched out his hand, and the giant ax turned into golden lightning and returned to his hand. The Lord of Red Sand looked at the top of his head with interest.

The antlered Nurgle Demon suddenly showed an amused smile on his face under his helmet.

"Do you know what kind of enemy you have provoked? I am Kugas, the most favored by Nurgle! How dare you do such a thing, prepare to bear the wrath of Kugas!"

"...It's really a weak and feeble scolding."

Angron's smile disappeared. He dropped a comment without interest, and then jumped up. Under Ku'gas' horrified eyes, the lightning ax cut deeply into its left shoulder.

At the same time, it heard the black can's sarcastic words: "The one most favored by Nurgle seems to be quite weak. You can't only have this ability, right?"

Kugas angrily waved the Plague Sword in his hand to drive Angron away, and at the same time stretched out its long, frog-like tongue. The thick thing stretched in mid-air into some kind of deadly weapon, carrying

With the fierce sound of breaking through the air, it attacked Angron, but the Lord of the Red Sand didn't even bother to look at the thing, and chopped off its tongue with an axe.

"Ugh! My tongue!"

When Ku'gas was holding the broken half of his tongue and howling, Angron did not forget to step back and comment on its offensive: "I just want to remind you that attacking with your tongue is not only unhygienic, but it will not only hurt your

A broken tongue is of no use except that it is broken."

The word "unhygienic" made Kugas stop, and the Great Unclean One roared furiously again: "Take back what you said!"

"...Oh my God, what kid am I fighting?"

Angron shook his head, raised the giant ax in his hand again, and began to slowly approach Ku'gas: "Forget it, it's not important. You have to die here anyway. Come on, Ku'gas - right?"

Like lightning - no, no, Angron really turned into lightning. The golden lightning on the giant ax brought him to Kugas at the speed of teleportation. With a sinister smile, the Lord of Red Sand spun his waist.

, the gleaming ax blade swung down at a speed that Kugas could hardly see clearly.

The Great Unclean One only had time to raise its hand to block his fatal attack, and did not even have time to raise its sword of plague. Its left hand spun and flew into the sky. Before its dull pain nerves could tell it the news, Ku

Gas was kicked to the ground.

"Is this all you have?"

Angron said with a sneer. He finally vented his anger for not being able to fight for a long time on the ship in some way, and this thing that replaced his anger made him very satisfied.

A great unclean person, haha. Some people have fun.