Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Angron sat on the chair, staring at Fulgrim with big eyes.

To be fair, the relationship between the two has actually improved.

At least they no longer looked down upon each other as they did in the beginning. At those times, Fulgrim felt that Angron was an idiot who didn't have any nails and spoke more viciously. Angron felt that this man had betrayed him once.

There was no comparison between Fulgrim and the tough-minded man he knew.

However, time will reveal some things. Both of them can see the precious qualities in each other clearly, especially after experiencing several wars, they can see it more clearly. But this does not mean that they can be completely friendly.

It is impossible to get along as brothers, friends and brothers.

At least not possible now.

"snort."

A soft hum appeared in the quiet conference room. Since Sanguinius said that he had to deal with the 'overheating situation of the array', this was the first sound to break the silence between the two. It was not very friendly, but at least it was

A good start.

Angron grinned: "What are you humming?"

"none of your business?"

"oh."

Angron looked around, then spread his hands and shrugged: "So far, I am the only living person here. So I think it should be none of my business. Come on, Fulgrim, what are you humming?

?”

Phoenix frowned: "You just don't know what silence is golden, do you?"

"I remember you were the first to break the silence... Your skills in raking down the ground need to be improved, Fulgen."

"Ha, that's right." Fulgrim said with a sneer. "You, a reckless man, can actually use idioms and allusions. Your intelligence has actually evolved."

"Both each other." Angron showed a malicious smile. "Would you like me to call your son Sol Tarvitz over to listen to your words? He should have a new understanding of his father's true face.

Cognition.”

Fulgrim's eyes twitched sharply, he took a deep breath, and then said something that almost made Angron jump up and punch him: "At least I still have a son."

Angron gritted his teeth and his expression was gloomy, but in the end he did not make a move. He just pointed at Fulgrim and pointed at him several times before slowly speaking: "You wait...

.Forgan, you wait."

Phoenix showed a victor's smile, stood up complacently, and walked to the porthole to look at the scenery.

After a while, he heard the sound of the conference room door being opened, so he asked without looking back: "Has the overheating treatment of the array been completed? I really don't understand, Sanguinius, you have to deal with this matter yourself.

......Um?"

As he spoke, he noticed something was wrong. So Fulgrim turned his head, and the person he saw was not Sanguinius, but a man wearing a fur cloak, standing there as if he was bringing cold winter and strong wine.

blond giant.

The man grinned, almost laughing wildly as he looked at him and Angron, and then slammed the table: "Aha! My father! What day is it today? You actually brought two traitors to my face.

superior!"

"Ruth?!"

Fulgrim shouted, and then immediately raised his hand to stop Russ from pulling out his sword: "Wait a minute -! Brother, stop! Things are not what you think!"

Compared to his calmness, Angron was much more irritable.

The Lord of Red Sand suddenly stood up, and a dark shadow jumped out of his shadow and clung to his body. The ferocious power armor appeared again, blood wrapped around it, and high-temperature steam came from the gaps in the back of the armor.

It sprayed out, distorting the air and raising the room temperature to an extremely dangerous level.

"Calm down, Angron! Let me explain to him!" Fulgrim was still trying hard, and he almost jumped between the two of them to stop them. "You too, Russ! He is not you.

The Angron I know!"

"Really? I think he looks quite similar, hehe... the armor is pretty good, man." Russ raised his brows and smiled wildly. "You paid for that thing with the life of your heir.

Bar?"

It's over.

Fulgrim closed his eyes in pain - if he said these words, he would definitely see blood today.

Russ didn't know the situation, but Angron would definitely not allow such slander to appear in his ears. In another universe, the World Eaters were models for the Astartes... Angron also

Never killed any of them or corrupted them into monsters with the Butcher's Nail.

To his surprise, the imaginary roar and the sound of swords clashing did not appear, only a muffled sound. When he opened his eyes again, Russ was sitting on the ground with blood at the corner of his mouth, and Angron had already

He had taken off his power armor and was squatting on the ground staring at Russ.

"Let me make it clear to you, Wild Wolf." He said calmly. "I am not the person you know, and you'd better not say such things to me. Do you understand? I can feel your emotions.

You want to test us, right? Ha..."

Having said this, the Lord of Red Sand smiled disdainfully and said softly: "Do you know, Leman Russ? In my world, you are the traitor, and you and your wolf pups have their hands full.

He shed the blood of innocent people. So you have no right to doubt me, I am the one who should doubt you!"

The Wolf King looked at him for a while and smiled generously. Then he stretched out his hand. Angron glanced at him and snorted, but still pulled him up from the ground. At this time, the Archangel came in from the door.

, with a complicated expression, the first thing he did when he entered the door was to apologize.

"I'm so sorry——!"

He pursed his lips, his face full of guilt: "Ruth doesn't believe me no matter what I say. He must try it out for himself... I really can't help it!"

"Oh, don't be so depressed, little bird." Ruth, who still had blood on his lips, spoke without being polite at all. He still smiled in an awkward manner. "At least the result is good, isn't it? Ha! And this

What? Angron from another universe?"

Turning his head, he looked at Angron for several seconds, and the latter looked at him without fear - finally, he laughed again: "Not bad, not bad! Much better than that idiot!"

"You are better than the idiot I know, but to a limited extent." Angron replied expressionlessly.

Seeing them like this, Sanguinius also breathed a sigh of relief, and he smiled sincerely: "Just clear up the misunderstanding...Don't do this next time, Russ."

They all seemed to be having a great time, except for Fulgrim, who was the most anxious just now. He was still there, looking like he had been deceived emotionally. The corners of Phoenix's eyes couldn't help twitching, as if he was ill. He returned in silence.

He sat down in his seat without saying a word.

"Fulgrim? What's wrong?" Sanguinius asked concerned.

Fulgrim glanced at Russ, who had blood on the corner of his mouth, but was smiling happier than anyone else. Then he turned his head and looked at Angron, who had a gloomy face but a faint smile on his lips. He shook his head and said nothing.

explain.

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Ten minutes later, the four primarchs, whose misunderstanding was completely resolved, were finally able to speak properly.

Russ was the most active one. After being taken away by the Thirteenth Company, he wandered alone in the subspace for almost seven thousand years. Not only did he not have any alcohol to drink, but it was also the fact that no one spoke that really cost him his life.

"So, he wants me to come here just to help you solve this damn subspace rift?" the Wolf King said loudly. "This is easy to handle! Give me some people and a ship!"

"What do you want to do?" Sanguinius asked with a frown.

"Resolve the subspace rift!" Russ said matter-of-factly. "I can't figure out how it was formed anyway. It's better to go in and kill all the demon bastards inside. Does what I say make sense? Ange

Lang?"

He wanted to seek Angron's support, but the Lord of Red Sand looked at Russ with an indescribable expression, and turned his head away as if he had a toothache.

"Hey, what do you mean by that expression? I thought we were all done!"

"The meaning of his expression is that your plan is simply to get yourself killed." Fulgrim took over weakly. "For the sake of the Emperor, can't you come up with a reliable plan for once?"

"Isn't this reliable? You are thinking too much!"

Hearing this, Ruth stopped laughing and his expression became serious: "Thinking too much is never a good thing. Sometimes it is better to let your instincts lead you. For me, this method works every time. Furthermore, Ya

The chaotic things in the space won't talk nonsense logic to you. They are themselves creations of chaos and the natural enemies of order."

At this time, the legendary barbarian Leman Russ, who only drank and had fun, revealed his extraordinary wisdom that had been hidden under his barbaric appearance. He said: "You should all understand your true nature, right?"

Three replies with different emotions sounded. Angron sounded even more toothache, Fulgrim sounded like he was about to die, and only Sanguinius's tone was normal, but the archangel's wings had shrunk.

Got up.

Obviously, it is not easy for them to accept their true nature. After all, the fact that we and the enemy have the same origin is really appalling.

Ruth didn't think it was anything. He nodded: "Isn't that right? We are all our father's big demons - why do you look like you were punched in the stomach?"

Sanguinius covered his face, raised his hand and waved to Russ: "Okay, brother, don't mention this matter again..."

"Okay, okay, don't mention it if you don't mention it. Anyway, as long as you understand what's going on. The four of us join forces, what the heck are those guys? We just rush in and kill them all, and our father is protecting us.

, what’s there to be afraid of? You can still run away even if you can’t fight!”

The more he spoke, the more enthusiastic he became: "Let me tell you, I have been in that damn place in subspace for ten thousand years. I have learned nothing but one thing. You must not think too much about dealing with them. The more you think about them, the more you think about them."

The more you lose!"

"Why? Because they won't reason with you! We have to protect human beings and care about civilian casualties. These bastards don't, so don't think too much about it, just go up and chop them with a knife! One of them counts.

If they are all dead, how can they still threaten people?"

His words were rough but not rough, and his theory was unanimously recognized by the three of them - except that Ruth's words were a bit uncomfortable, there was nothing wrong with his words.