Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Revenge.

Let's be honest. There are tens of thousands of ships in the empire in the name of revenge, but only this one can make everyone who sees her fall into shock and confusion.

After all, this is a battleship the size of a planet.

On the third deck, a civilian in decent clothes was talking to an Astra Militarum in civilian clothes. The two were sitting on a park bench. It was ten o'clock in the morning on Terra, just when the sun had just risen.

.The sunlight simulated by the artificial dome was extremely comfortable. The two of them sat comfortably on the bench, chatting and looking forward to the future.

"I heard that the fifth city is also going to be built? So soon?" the Astra Militarum asked, the double-headed eagle emblem on his hat shining brightly. "Didn't the completion of the fourth city just be announced half a year ago?"

"It's not like you don't know the efficiency of those construction teams."

The civilian shrugged and took a bite of the apple in his hand. The sweetness made him smile uncontrollably: "A city is nothing. You haven't seen it when Terra was rebuilt three years ago. I was

I was also present and met His Royal Highness the Regent."

The Astra Militarum rolled his eyes: "Come on, Edwin, you have to bring this up every time we chat. Hmm, I've even met the captain of the Revenge."

Hearing these words, the civilian put down the apple in his hand seriously and pointed to the dome above his head: "Don't talk nonsense, Cohen. The emperor is watching us in the sky. The captain is a living saint. He speaks every day."

How could you possibly have seen him when you were busy saving humanity?"

"I've just seen it." Cohen said angrily. "Forget it if you don't believe it. Those classics describe the captain as like a machine! Bah!"

He loudly vented his dissatisfaction: "The captain is not some weird machine! He is our captain, do you understand? He is the embodiment of revenge! Have you heard his speech? I have! At that time, I

On the ship, broadcast to the whole ship!"

Cohen stood up and spoke solemnly.

"Hunt! Warriors! We are going to start a hunt! We will not accept any surrender, we will not accept any form of weakness or roundabout tactics. From now on, when we find enemies in the universe, we will blast them to pieces in the universe.

! We find enemies on the planet and kill them on the planet! We will fight in the forest, in the Gobi Desert, in the hive, and wherever we are needed!"

"Until they are all dead! Until that day we can come back here... and say to Sergeant Pullyard, may you rest in peace."

The civilian named Edwin looked at Cohen in shock. He had known this Astra Militarum for more than half a year and had never seen this side of him. They first met in a bar - at that time, Cohen was just a guy.

A Qadian who looks a little melancholy.

Is it possible that everything he said is true? Those things about the captain?

Edwin's mind began to recall some of the things Cohen had revealed over the past six months. For example, the captain was a handsome man, very tall, and often wore black robes. People could often see him walking on the bridge, and he was very gentle to people.

The same can't be said for the aliens and damned traitors. Cohen also said that the captain once kicked Nurgle's ass in his face.

...The last thing is too outrageous, but the previous ones are somewhat true now that I think about it.

Wait, Sergeant Pullyard?

Edwin suddenly turned his head and looked at the church at the back of the park. It had a tall Gothic spire made of ivory-white stones. It was majestic, but by no means luxurious, and even simple.

be surprised.

He stammered and spoke: "P-P-Puillade Cathedral?"

Cohen looked at him calmly and nodded.

"Yes, Puyard Cathedral is named after Sergeant Puyard, Edwin. I see that you rarely go to the public reading area. Sergeant Puyard's name has long been taken from the Revenge."

It was reported to Terra Space Station! He is an extremely amazing hero! I once fought alongside him! That was when we were on Bandar Star..."

Cohen made an eagle salute in front of his chest and said piously: "Oh, may the Emperor and the Captain bless his soul - in short, you, a Terran, will not understand."

The corner of Edwin's eye twitched sharply.

"What do you mean 'you Terran'?" he yelled.

The Astra Militarum ignored his reaction at all, smiled maliciously, turned around and left. Edwin was left standing there, alone. He stood there for several minutes, and finally decided to go to the public reading area to check out a book.

The story of Sergeant Pampliard.

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He Shenyan opened his eyes, his expression slightly strange.

Not long after he returned to the Revenge, the center of the array, which seemed a little excited, couldn't wait to complete the docking with him. The Revenge once again became an extension of his will. The work efficiency of all parts of the hull increased by about 70%.

Although no one but him knew it, the Vengeance was very 'happy' at the moment.

However, this is not the reason for his weird expression. The reason why he shows such an expression is because of the thoughts of the people on the ship. Due to the special nature of the center, it will passively read the brains of every human being who boarded the Revenge. This kind of

Practices without human rights can fundamentally solve the problem of chaos pollution.

——Of course, it will also bring some new problems. For example, he found that many people were selling his statues and paintings. To be fair, those works were quite good, but there was only one problem.

He really likes the feeling of wearing clothes, and his pectoralis major is not that exaggerated... his chin is not so square, and his expression does not look like "your fucking name is Khorne".

Touching his chin, the mage thought to himself, how about saying this to Khorne another day? It would definitely be very interesting.

Wait, did I do too many interesting things when I returned to normal?

He began to count them one by one.

On the way to open the portal to kill Fabius Bayer, he improvised a spell on a bald Astra Militarum soldier to make his hair grow back.

On the way to open the portal to kill Fabius Bayer, he found a group of Slaanesh war gang having a party, so he deprived them of the ability to feel pleasure, and then dragged the gang out of the ship one by one.

He came out and was tied to their ship as a bow statue.

On the way to open the portal and rush to kill Fabius Bayer...how many Fabius Bayers did I kill?

After a rough calculation, the mage raised his eyebrows slightly - he had heard about this man's madness for a long time, but he still didn't expect that he could actually clone 372 copies of himself and place them all over the galaxy. If he hadn't been so unlucky and suddenly bumped into

He Shenyan, the drunk driver who drives a six-wheel truck, will probably continue to study in the galaxy for a long time.

"I really did a lot of big things in the past 48 hours." Sitting in the captain's cabin, he said to himself. "First I dealt with the god of hell, then I hit someone while drunk, and I also did a part-time hair transplant on the road.

Doctor…what about you?”

A golden light flashed, and the emperor appeared in front of him, oh, no.

It was an illusory emperor, even just a bust. Even his face had faint ripples, and he looked like the character that appeared on the ancient transistor TV.

The emperor's expression is not very good-looking. The one he uses is not an official expression - it is not the kind of expression that is accepted by all mankind. It appears in every painting, the emperor's expression of determination when looking into the distance. It is another commonly known expression.

The 'I'm really fucking upset' look.

Let us reiterate, the Emperor really does have superpowers. At least he answered the wizard's question with his expression.

He Shenyan stared at him for a while, then suddenly laughed out loud: "You have indeed become a lot more cheerful after the burden of divinity was thrown away, old guy."

The emperor sneered: "As if you are not working part-time as a hair transplant doctor on the road, let's get back to the topic."

"Okay, okay, let's get back to the topic."

Shrugging, the mage waved his hand and conjured up a bottle of Coca-Cola that he had not seen for a long time. It was still in a glass, with ice cubes rising and falling in it. He drank a large sip with satisfaction before speaking.

"The Revenge is ready and can set off at any time." He shook the cup to dilute the bubbles. "For now, I just need to wait for Guilliman to complete the preparations."

"This is really one of the few good news at present." The emperor replied with a sullen face. "As you can see, my friend, I am really very angry with one of my sons."

"oh?"

"Do you dare to lengthen the final sound of this word?"

"oh--?"

"...Aren't you going to ask which son it is?"

"Do you have any questions?" He Shenyan raised his head, took a big gulp of Coke, and exhaled with satisfaction. "You will tell me in the end anyway, right? I'm not too lazy to guess, anyway, it's not the midnight swimmer.

The soul is that wild and untamable wolf."

The emperor watched him drink Coke expressionlessly, and silently said something that almost made the mage spit out soda: "Is my family education really a failure?"

"Cough cough cough -! No, ha! You can't just tell a cold joke all of a sudden!" He Shenyan said with a smile while coughing. "And you can't use something that doesn't exist as a joke!"

"Well done, He, stop using your sense of humor to ridicule me."

The Lord of Humanity said with a straight face: "Self-deprecating is already a kind of concession - I have no intention of hiding anything. Yes, it is Konrad Kurtz, my tortured son."

"Let me guess, you persuaded him to come back, but he refused?"

"It's worse than that."

"He fell to Chaos?"

"...It's not that bad."

"Oh, so he probably scolded you. Well, this does make sense. Let me guess, he must have said some unpleasant words, right?"

The emperor shook his head gently, and the illusory bust flickered: "No, he has been cursing himself, and no matter how much I try to persuade him, it has no effect."

"This is a bit interesting - I remember that he suffers from schizophrenia, right?" The mage raised his eyebrows. "It seems that the just and upright soul has the upper hand at this time. He should have suffered a lot in the subspace.

, the path of self-exile is not easy to take.”

The emperor did not reply to this sentence. He seemed to be deep in thought. However, He Shenyan knew that he was not deep in thought, but sad. The reason why he showed such a thoughtful expression was because he

I have been sad so many times that I have become accustomed to covering up my true emotions with another expression.

Ignoring the emperor who was caught in an emotional storm, He Shenyan easily dispersed the coke.

Who is Conrad Curze? Haha, Batman may have a common language with him, but maybe not. There is no need to elaborate too much on Curze's life, everything has already been concluded.

He is a betrayer, a beast, a monster called a 'killer' by the Chaos Messengers. As his name suggests, the Midnight Haunter is a cruel, violent and extremely emotionally unstable madman. A man obsessed with hunting.

A criminal, a man who has been tortured his entire life by horrific visions.

A...poor man.

In the magical world, prophecy is a very profound subject. Thousands of different prophecy methods make this subject complicated and unbearable, and most of the prophecies are actually unclear and ambiguous statements. Over time, such a subject

There are also subjects that not many people are willing to study.

However, there are always exceptions. For example, those who are born with the ability to predict. He Shenyan still remembers that in Kama Taj's classics, these people are called unfortunate people.

Isn't it a good thing to be able to see the future? Why are we called unhappy? The answer is actually very simple - the future is uncertain. The future you see is not necessarily the future you think. It sounds complicated, but in fact it is

This ability can be explained in the most straightforward terms.

This is not a so-called gift from God, this is a fucking curse.

How can those who only focus on the future see the present?

Konrad Coze is such a person with prophetic ability, and he is the worst kind among them. He has been troubled by the darkest illusions, and he has never seen a good thing. If it is just like this, at best

It just makes people extreme. But the place where he grew up was Nostramo...

Also known as the Star of Eternal Night, it is shrouded in dense dust and pollution, making it dark and cold. Despite many rumors, in fact, Nostramo's Eternal Night is caused by atmospheric pollution and its connection with the satellite Thenebo.

Orbital synchronization is caused by a solar eclipse.

Apart from the terrible natural environment, this is basically Gotham amplified a thousand times. So, what will happen if you throw a child with powerful powers who can only see a bad future into a living hell?

?

boom!

The result was this: Konrad Curze died, and the Night Haunter was born. A brutal monster bent on killing anyone guilty. His methods were so horrific that many Primarchs thought he was crazy - and not only that,

Another thing made him even crazier.

Curze's original plan for his army was to recruit only the noblest and wisest warriors in Nostramo to join it. As a result, in order to pay the imperial taxes, the local nobles of Nostramo began to select soldiers from prisons.

, adding murderers and thieves to the legion.

As a result, Curze was honored to be the only one among the Primarchs who hated his own legion. He regarded them as guilty and hunted them all. Even Angron thought this was outrageous.

According to rumors, he once talked about Curze in a pitiful tone when the Butcher's Nail was not active. It is not known how Curze would react if he knew about this.

So, how can such a person be saved?

Looking up at the emperor, the mage pondered for a while and said, "You want to save him, right?"

"certainly."

"Well, let's reach a consensus first, how about?"

"What consensus?"

"The prophetic ability you gave him is the source of his misfortune in life."

The emperor was silent for several minutes, then nodded silently, saying nothing, his illusory face wrinkled into a ball.

"So -" the mage said slowly. "-What if we remove this ability? Will his schizophrenia be better?"

"His prophecy is uncontrollable because it comes from his soul."

The emperor lowered his head and said, at this time, he was more like a father who knew his mistakes but didn't know how to redeem himself.

"So, it is basically impossible to remove the ability to predict."

He closed his eyes, but opened them suddenly the next second because of the mage's retort.

"Who said it's impossible?" He Shenyan asked rhetorically.

"His prophecy comes from Tzeentch. Most of those ghostly visions were instilled in him by that cheap bird, weren't they? You didn't think of this when you made the deal, or what you thought at the time was

Relying on the shining points of these children's humanity to explain the authority of the four evil gods - the result is obvious, you have failed. But this does not mean that you have lost everything."

The emperor frowned: "Go on."

"Look." The mage explained to him patiently.

"His prophetic ability comes from Tzeentch. Now, although Tzeentch is dead, the emotions representing wisdom and strategy are still tumbling in the subspace. His authority has not disappeared, because there are always people in the world who like to fight against each other.

There are intelligent life forms that form formations and play tricks of conspiracy. This also means that Curze’s ability has never disappeared, so what if we keep him away from the subspace?”

"Will this prophecy ability slowly weaken and disappear? Even if it doesn't, it's at least better than his current situation where he can only see the bad side, isn't it?"

The emperor no longer knew what to say. He just kept nodding and nodding. His eyes were wide open, his lips were bent downward, and the muscles around his mouth were trembling slightly.

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Subspace.

Somewhere unspeakable.

A man wearing a tattered black cloak pulled out a spear from the chest of a Slaanesh demon. His hair was messy, his eyes were as black as the dead, and his skin was as pale as the dead. This was No.

One of the characteristics of the Stramore people, needless to say, is that this person is Konrad Coze, who has been in self-exile for ten thousand years.

Ten thousand years ago, he ushered in his destined death. Since he was a child, he had seen that scene and knew that he would be killed by assassins sent by the emperor, and he was willing to accept this outcome. However, Ke

I didn't expect another thing.

He is a Primarch, and the Primarch is a subspace creature. The body will die, but the soul will not.

After his body died, Konrad Curze's soul was reborn in the Warp.

In the first thousand years, he could not accept this fact and kept fighting every day trying to find a strong enemy to commit suicide. But it was useless, nothing could kill him. His stealth skills and skills had been engraved in his bones.

His ability to spread fear makes even the demons reluctant to fight him.

In desperation, Curze could only create difficulties for himself as much as possible. For example, he insisted on not wearing armor, using only rough stone spears as weapons, not eating, not drinking, and not resting... Frankly speaking, he was too

He is like an ascetic. He is persistently questioning himself every day, questioning his own conscience and soul.

He wanted to die, to die completely. Because even here, Curze could still see those horrific visions. He saw the death of many people, the Astra Militarum, civilians, Astartes... and...

Saw many tragedies.

This actually calmed his conscience a lot.

He was in pain, yes, that was enough.

Conrad Coates ended this battle without stopping for a moment, and directly embarked on a journey to find the next one.

He held the stone spear and walked on this wasteland without saying a word. The scenery in subspace is usually chaotic and disorderly. He has been walking on this gray land for fifteen hundred years. Maybe in the next second

This place will become a dangerous jungle again, and of course, it may last for another fifteen hundred years.

No one can say for sure.

The lifeless eyes of Midnight Haunter were raised slightly. He originally wanted to confirm whether there was any shadow in front of him that he could enter. However, the world suddenly changed in front of his eyes. In his opinion, it was just a blink of an eye.

With your eyes, the world becomes completely different.

A picture of a peaceful, safe city where people live and work in peace and contentment - a picture he had envisioned for his hometown but never completed.

Conrad Curze let out a furious cry.