Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

“O destiny, like the ever-changing moon, where blessings and misfortunes depend, a life of misery followed by sweetness, manipulated as you please, poverty and power, all melting away like ice and snow, destiny is scary and empty,

Thousands of twists and turns of viciousness and cruelty, all prayers are in vain..."

A man in a gray suit is walking among the stars. His skin is green and smooth, which makes people feel extremely disgusted.

The man stepped past a gestating star, then transformed into a giant white snake and began crawling across the ground.

The snake spit out its long tail, and its scarlet eyes like gems showed no emotion at all. It crawled... meandering through the sea of ​​stars, and its slender tail crushed it, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

several planets.

Their debris floated in the subspace, stirred into a surging storm by an unknown force. The manic power roared and sucked in all the surrounding planets. The white snake stopped in place, showing great interest.

He was observing the storm - to be precise, observing the rear of the storm.

Golden radiance spread through the storm, dotted with stars. The snake transformed into a blue bird in a burst of changes, followed by colorful smoke that was difficult to shape.

It changed its form, and each time it changed, its power became stronger. Finally, when the golden light came to it, it had become a huge demon. Thousands of different faces appeared in front of it.

Boiling on the skin, sitting cross-legged, floating in the air.

"You found me."

He nodded gracefully to the man in golden armor: "I hope you get along well with my children, but I guess most of them are dead, right?"

The man didn't speak, and Tzeentch obviously knew the reason. He chuckled, as if he couldn't hide his happiness. This laughter echoed in the man's ears, and eventually turned into a burst of indescribable terrifying laughter.

"I thought it wouldn't work, but I didn't expect it to actually work."

Tzeentch smiled and said: "Who would have thought that you would really be willing to be at the mercy of those ordinary people? Let their beliefs break you and then shape you into a thousand different images. Ah, old friend, this is how I know you

This is my happiest moment since."

The Emperor remained silent. So far, he was still the Emperor of Mankind, not the God of Mankind. Heavenly fire rose from behind him, illuminating his face.

And that devil is still chattering.

"I can't wait. What kind of welcome ceremony do you think I should hold for you? Oh, by then, you may not be you anymore. Our friendship will have to start from scratch again."

Tzeentch grinned his mouth, filled with fangs, but the Emperor didn't even bother to answer him.

He has been fighting Him for so long and knows one thing very well.

Anything that comes out of Tzeentch's mouth may be the truth, or it may be a lie. But the process of trying to distinguish the truth from the false will make you fall into a larger conspiracy. Therefore, the best way to deal with Tzeentch is

, just don’t listen to anything He says.

Moreover, he had no room left to speak.

He raised his arm, and the sword blade rose with his movements. The sky fire behind him suddenly surged, and the light from the flames seemed to illuminate the entire subspace at that moment.

The darkness around him was expelled, and the Tzeentch demons hiding in it screamed and appeared, and then were completely burned to ashes in the flames. Countless fire pillars rose into the sky, and the smile on Tzeentch's face did not disappear.

, He even observed all of this with an grace that came from nowhere.

And the Emperor only took one step forward.

He stepped on the sea of ​​stars, with nothing under his feet, but he could still walk. The indescribable power made his entire face blurry, and he looked extremely divine, just a ball of golden light. The sword

Every time it is cut down, the raging fire will bloom with stronger light.

If you look directly at him, you will go blind. If you block him, you will die.

Tzeentch watched all this patiently, then reached out to fish out more of his daemons from his realm or elsewhere in the Warp, delivering them to die before the Emperor.

The vast majority of them cannot survive for more than a second and will die directly, destroying both body and soul. However, a few big demons can persist for more than a few seconds, but still cannot escape the fate of death.

Yes, fate.

This is exactly the fate Tzeentch has weaved for them. Thousands of years of waiting and careful planning are all for this moment... to let them die. The more they die, the happier he is. In fact, he

The smile on his face never stopped for a moment.

"So, are you happy with the killing?" Tzeentch shouted at the man who was walking towards him. "I hope you are happy with the killing! We have been an old friend for so many years, but this is the first time you have come to visit us.

If you come to visit, I will naturally give you the best treatment!"

"You think this will work?"

The Emperor finally spoke. He raised his eyes and glanced at Tzeentch, his voice still calm: "Run away, change your form, so that I can't find your breath, and let them kill you. I know your purpose clearly. It's useless.

Yes, you are destined to die today."

"yes."

Tzeentch made his voice grow longer, as if he didn't care about the threat, and continued to laugh: "If you want to kill me, first of all, you have to come in front of me. Only then will you have a chance. If you can't even hurt me,

How can you kill me when it comes to me? You are too weak and you need to abide by these rules even when your life is at stake."

"Rules are the most useless things in the world, old friend. If you didn't abide by the moral bottom lines you set for yourself, your empire would have stood in the sea of ​​​​stars long ago. You would have killed us all long ago, but

You don't want to do that. How stupid? Bind yourself with your own rules..."

"But I don't need to, dear old friend. I just need to wait for you to die - and the god born from your dead body does not have the same power as you to threaten me. A broken aggregate

A body, a miserable product that does not even have its own will..."

Harsh laughter broke out again: "God of mankind! Human beings worship you and give you this title. Why don't you obey them?"

The Emperor said nothing and moved forward as usual.

He is in pain. The Golden Throne's injury has not actually recovered, and it is impossible to recover from the injury. His body is actually still the same. He is able to stand in the subspace now entirely because of his spiritual power. Every movement,

He could feel his body protesting against him, but he didn't dare to stop.

He could feel... that 'god', that thing shaped by human beliefs, was about to be born.

He must do one last thing for humanity before dying.

Yes, he must.

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"The ancient sage is waiting for you here!"

Empty echoes echoed in the underground airport. It was covered with dust, but no life was born. It seemed that even the tiniest insects didn't bother to live here for a long time. In fact, that was not the case. This place had long been a dead planet, and no life was born.

It's impossible for them to survive here for long.

No, I'm going to correct that - except for one person.

"The ancient sage is waiting for you here!"

Parked at the other end of the underground hangar was a small spacecraft capable of orbiting. Its hull was shattered by falling debris.

A forward-leaning wing was snapped from the fuselage by a falling beam. A breach in the rear of the ship shone like glass, vitrified by the ship's jet. Next to the ship was the silhouette of a Dreadnought, shattered.

.

It was suppressed by a huge steel beam and could not move. The surface of the sarcophagus was covered with dust. The color of the armor had become blurred over the years, and one leg was not far from its body.

The Dreadnaught lay in a deep pit, its surface scarred, with traces of hot melt almost renovating its surface. Cables snaked down from the broken hatch of the spacecraft and connected to the bottom of the Dreadnought.

From the bottom, which was so damaged that it was almost impossible to see what it was, some instruments were emitting tiny lights.

"The ancient sage is waiting for you here!"

That's where the sound came from.

Inside the adamantine sarcophagus, a mutilated body is breathing slowly. This is almost impossible, he should have died long ago - this is Istvan III. No one can survive here, and alive

So long.

maybe.

The electrolytes in the sarcophagus are still delivering nutrients to him, and Rayla is sleeping. He is an ancient Terran, which means that he joined the Legion at the end of the Unification War. He became Dauntless a long time ago, and his life

Pretty much the history of the Emperor's Children. The Ancient Sage Rilla, that was his name.

As he lay here, the rough instrument followed the mechanism he set before falling asleep over and over again, sending a monotonous signal that lasted for thousands of years. This was not a distress signal, but a bait and a trap.

Underneath the Dreadnought... there is a virus bomb. The Life-Eater. This is its name. It has killed countless people, more than any demon in the warp.

This is a trap carefully designed by Ruila. He is waiting for the arrival of a person and then dies with him.

His wish will not come true today. A golden light flashed on the surface of the iron coffin, and a dull sound echoed in the cold hangar. Fearless itself began to move slowly. But it was not controlled by the person inside, but by the help of others.

By some higher level, more profound power. A power that has lasted for thousands of years in the subspace.

The dust on the ground began to vibrate, and they flew up one by one. The Dreadnought mecha began to slowly stand up. Its observation window was lit up.

Technically speaking, this is impossible. It is missing one leg and its energy is almost exhausted. In addition to maintaining Rila's life, this iron coffin should not be able to do anything. However, it just stood up

.Not only that, it even started walking - all the way to the outer layer of the hangar.

Just one leg.

The door to the underground hangar that had been closed for 10,000 years was reopened, and the surface of Istvan III was chilling. There were still scars left by the orbital bombardment on the ground, and the ground was covered with ashes and vitrified rocks.

The ground reflected golden light, and hundreds of broken glass reflected the light that could not have appeared on Istvan III.

One of the beams shone on Rilla's iron coffin and on his observation window. The Dreadnought Mecha stopped running and its arms hung down. The soul in the iron coffin opened its doors with a tremor.

Eye.

"What?" He spat out one word, and his whole body was immersed in golden light. "What happened?"

No one answered, he only heard the sound of running. A child ran from behind him, wearing only a cloth robe. He looked like a child. Rila looked down and found that she was standing on a golden bridge.

superior.

"Stop, kid."

Rila tried to keep calm and called the child who crossed him in low Gothic: "Where is this?"

"I don't know, sir." The child nodded to him politely. "But you are very strange. I don't think I would dream of someone like you."

"Dream?"

Ruila felt a sense of absurdity, and he rubbed the child's head in a funny way: "Why do you think this is a dream?"

The child slapped his hand away angrily and straightened his hair: "Because I'm sleeping! If this wasn't my dream, what else could it be? Otherwise it was the Emperor's apparition. It must have been because of my prayers before going to bed that moved Him.

, that’s why He made me dream about these. Don’t you think this place is beautiful?”

The child's emotions came and went quickly, and he soon started running happily around Rila, pointing at the golden bridge and the surrounding light blue sky and cheering. Rila fell silent.

This...is not a dream.

He lowered his head and stared at his hands. Those hands had healthy skin color, clear joints, and were intact. They were completely different from the fearless and bulky cannon barrels and power gloves in his memory. Rila slowly raised her head and walked forward.

Go. The child is still playing where he is. In his heart, Rila may really be just a character in a dream.

Leaving the child, Ruila walked forward. He felt that his body was light and even his consciousness was so light. People kept coming from behind him, walking side by side with him, or passing him. Some people simply stayed behind.

Standing still, unwilling to move. No one spoke, no one talked, their consciousnesses merged into one at this time.

The further they walked, the brighter the golden light shone. A man in black robe stood at the end of the bridge. There was nothing behind him, just pure nothingness. The crowd stopped in front of him, and Rila looked at it carefully.

he.

He looked very tired.

This was Rila's first thought, followed closely by a huge sense of absurdity - what on earth am I doing? What... am I going to do?

With this confusion, Ruila saw the man slowly raise his right hand and heard him say: "He needs your help."

who?

Ruila didn't ask, but she felt that the man was looking at her.

"he."

The man said slowly, his face gradually swallowed up by the golden light, and his body began to tremble. A huge light pillar replaced him, rising suddenly from where he stood. The violent explosion almost made Ruila deaf, but the man's voice

It firmly entered his mind.

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Tzeentch's traps were one after another. He didn't just throw those demons out to die, but used their bodies to cast corrupt spells. The Emperor could detect almost every vicious detail, but in the end he

Can't see every one clearly.

Like this one now.

Dark clouds composed of evil witchcraft came from the other side of chaos, blocking his vision and making him unable to see anything clearly. Naturally, it was impossible to track Tzeentch. He took a breath, and then

The feeling of being torn apart became even stronger. And he drove his body and refused to let himself stop.

Don't stop, this is not the end yet.

Skyfire ignited on the blade, carrying his blood - the Emperor swung the blade, no longer as fast as before. Tzeentch's tactics were successful, and his physical strength was worn away. To be precise, it was his spirit that was

To be consumed, to be absorbed.

The blade moved slowly, but still firmly. The huge cloud split open, revealing a planet inside, the fire burning it into gleaming glass. He walked over it, and the sound of shattering came from behind him. The Emperor lifted

He raised the blade of his sword and held it at his side, then knocked him away with a claw.

Tzeentch mocked his powerlessness with his sickening laughter, and the Emperor heard him say: "Soon, you will be invisible. Do you know why?"

"Because any newborn will eventually open his eyes after gaining self-awareness, and they will want to observe the world. Therefore, your eyes will be taken away by Him. Next, He will take away your arms. Who will

Don’t we start to understand the world through touch?”

Tzeentch spoke to him very patiently, hitting him with one blow, and then fled directly. He did not engage in direct combat with the Emperor at all, but kept using his demons as traps to consume his physical strength, and used vicious words

Trying to break his spirit.

I don't know if the latter is useful, but the former is obviously very effective.

The Emperor felt the flow of power in his body, and he knew that what Tzeentch said was right. He smiled, and the sky fire poured out from behind again, helping him to stabilize his body and not stop after smashing several planets.

Come down. The subspace was turbulent because of their battle, and strange fluctuations were floating strangely.

A piece of mist floated in and stopped not far away from him. Tzeentch's voice sounded again: "Seriously, old friend, there is no point in doing this. You have lost your grace and ended up holding a sword like a madman."

He is still chasing me across the subspace, but he can't even touch a finger of mine, and he is almost exhausted."

"What's the point?"

There was no answer. The emperor clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands. As his knuckles clenched, the lines on the sword's body filled with light, and electric fire surged, wrapping the sharp blade in flames. He raised the sword, and the boiling flames roared towards the uncertain man.

The fog swept away, burning it clean. But Tzeentch's voice still echoed.

"What's the point?" He asked again.

"I can control the fate of countless people and twist the minds of living beings. But I never do this because it is too boring. I prefer to hide behind and saturate their life trajectories with details bit by bit, allowing them to destroy themselves.

.This is more interesting. But you, old friend, you are willing to give up those really interesting paths and choose a thorny road full of pain and no return for yourself."

"I can't understand you." Tzeentch said frankly. "So I want to destroy you, I must destroy you. I knew it from the moment I was born, I saw today, and I felt the relationship between you and me.

Destiny. This is due to personality, or there may be higher-dimensional beings controlling our minds. But I don’t care, because..."

"You will die soon, today." Tzeentch said happily. "And your empire, don't worry. I will take good care of it."

The Emperor raised his head and looked at the empty dark void. There was an emotion in his eyes that almost made Tzeentch feel tingly.

"You won't understand. Things like you are only worthy of being trampled and wailing to death. You can't understand those truly beautiful things, because the essential power that shapes you and makes you exist is ugly..."

The Emperor spoke very slowly, taking a breath every time he spoke a sentence. So weak.

"I sympathize with you, Tzeentch." He spoke with compassion. "You can't understand me, you don't know the reason, so you want me to give you a reason. But I won't, and you can't get it from my death.

Answer."

A smile appeared on his face: "...because you don't deserve it at all."

"boom--!"

The blue evil energy was brought out from the void, and with a burst of fury, it bombarded the place where the emperor had just stood. Tzeentch's anger was so strong that it even caused a certain god who was fighting Nurgle to express his interest.

A glance. The Emperor's smile turned into laughter, and the deep contempt in the laughter made Tzeentch tremble all over.

His form also began to appear - a shapeless silver smoke floating between the asteroid belts. The next second, a sword pierced into it.

"I said, I will kill you sooner or later."

The Emperor spun the blade, pouring his power into it without reservation. The divine weapon began to make an unbearable creaking sound, and Tzeentch screamed - he could not withstand the Emperor's power, and his

Power is poisonous to anything in the Warp. It tried to escape, but was unable to move at all.

"Don't you want to kill me?"

The Lord of Mankind let go of his hand, the sword blade still embedded in the silver smoke. His power compressed the surrounding space, and thousands of golden chains roared out from behind him, sealing the space around Tzeentch.

, trapping Him here. Immediately afterwards, he raised his hands and exposed his chest.

"Come on, kill me." He said with a smile. "Try it."

The blade began to expand, the sky fire behind the emperor disappeared, and the golden brilliance could no longer be seen on him. Only the purest humanity - a human, a proud human standing here, playing with the subspace.

The evil god of wisdom spits out his disdain.

"You cowardly insect."

"No--!"

Tzeentch began to scream, as if he could use words and screams to stop what was about to happen, but he couldn't. Because another man was burning his life away.

"Yes." The emperor said with a smile. "Die, come with me. Come."

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I'm too lazy to post it like this.