Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

You remember the smell, right?

Yes, you remember. It is as familiar as breathing, like every time you speak, or hearing someone call your name. You are familiar with it, because it has been deeply buried in your bone marrow.

...

Fulgrim gritted his teeth, and the urge to vomit forced him to do so. The musk smell was getting thicker and thicker, spreading in the air, covering the phoenix like darkness.

"Primarch!"

With eyes wide open, Sol Tavitz wanted to rush forward, but was stopped directly by Russ. The Wolf King put his right hand on his shoulder, seemingly without any force, but it made Sol unable to move at all.

"Don't be impulsive, Emperor's Son."

Russ narrowed his eyes and said calmly, almost eerily: "Fulgrim will be fine...did you hear me?"

What did you hear?

Saul had no time to ask this question, because just after Russ said that sentence, he heard the so-called voice in Russ's mouth.

The sound was soft and slippery, mixed with the sound of tiny scales rubbing against each other. Russ smiled silently, let go of his right hand, and Mionar was unsheathed with a pop.

"Hiding, that's what demons always do." He said loudly, and at the same time he lowered his head and winked at Thor. "Why don't you show up?"

Gray mist gushes out from the void, just like the morning mist in the forest when the sky is dark. But compared to the harmless and beautiful scenery, the gray mist just looks painful. Even through the eyepiece, Sol

He also narrowed his eyes involuntarily.

The sound of the tiny scales rubbing together became louder and louder, and then, a not-so-tall humanoid creature walked out of the gray mist.

It has a perfect figure, every detail is impeccable, and its waist is full of strength but is abnormally full of power. Just looking at it can make people feel dry. Its skin is a special blue color. At first glance,

There seems to be a lifeless silence underneath, but it can give people a huge impact after a few seconds.

And its face...

Is that really a face?

The face is perfect, but where the facial features should be there is only a huge hole. There is nothing in it, just pure nothingness. This creature has no gender, or in other words, it has the beauty of both genders. It is both a man and a man.

The strength and femininity of women.

It's too beautiful to exist in reality.

"Go back."

Russ spoke without any doubt, using a commanding tone. He rarely spoke in this tone even to his own heirs, let alone Fulgrim's sons. However, in this situation,

and does not allow him to be gentle.

That thing, just standing there quietly, made his scalp feel a tingling sensation.

Holding Mionar in his hand, Russ asked in a deep voice: "What are you?"

"Good question, Wandering Wolf."

The creature nodded slightly towards Ruth, and its voice came from the hollow in its face, like an echo from a distant place. Its voice was not complicated or mind-breaking. On the contrary, its voice was extremely magnetic.

, even every syllable of High Gothic is impeccable.

He even spoke in an aristocratic accent.

"Every person, every living thing - even a stone, if it has thoughts, I'm afraid it will ask itself this question. What am I? I don't know. A long time ago, I pursued happiness. This

It’s the way I understand the world and myself.”

It raised its right hand and gestured gracefully on its chest. At that moment, the blue skin seemed to return to the color it should be for a living person, but it only existed for a short half a second.

"However, happiness is always fleeting." It sighed sadly. "Nothing in this world can last forever, and happiness is one of them. At first, I pursued sensory stimulation, and later, I liked spiritual pleasure. Then, emptiness

Attacked me..."

It raised its hand, pinched its slender neck, and explained its confession with difficulty.

"So I died - as it should be. But the realm after death is not nothing. At least, a fellow student gently accepted me and showed me a whole new world. It turns out that there is another kind of world in this world.

Methods can be used to understand oneself.”

"You want to know what that is, the Wandering Wolf?"

It has no facial features, so it cannot make any expressions. It does not have the ability to express any 'emotions', but nevertheless, all the Emperor's Children present can hear the heartfelt invitation and friendliness in its voice.

The huge sense of absurdity made the corners of Sol's eyes twitch uncontrollably.

In the era when he died, people did not need to face such illogical creatures. But ten thousand years later, the types of enemies have changed from alien aliens to such terrifying monsters?

What a remarkable development.

Leman Russ stared at the elegant and polite creature in front of him, but did not immediately decide to attack. At this time, the wolf side of his character once again took over, cunning began to operate, and reason was overwhelmed. Just like a psyker

There, he will find that Russ is transforming into a huge wolf.

After a long while, Ruth bared his teeth and said, "I understand."

"Oh?" It tilted its head curiously. "You understand? If that's the case, then I'm afraid you have amazing talent... I haven't told you my philosophy yet."

"It's no longer necessary. It doesn't matter what you are, and I don't care about what you pursue."

The Wolf King's eyes lit up with a fierce light, and a wild roar was brewing in his chest, which might burst out at any time: "Because I have understood that the only way for someone like you to die is death."

Mionar burst out with a dazzling blue light, Russ let out a wild roar, and rushed forward, and the battle began. However, in the darkness not far away from them, there was another person still waiting.

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Fulgrim stroked the blade with his right index finger. He did not exert any force on his hand. No matter how sharp the blade was, it could only make his skin feel a slight sting. The stinging sensation itself is not important. What is important is that

The meaning of the action itself.

"You are so... seductive."

Such a voice came from the darkness, making no secret of its greed and desire. The description in the words even revealed a sense of arrogance that did not treat people as human beings. Fulgrim frowned in disgust, but remained silent.

Silent.

"Silence? Silence can't get rid of me, my dear."

A face similar to his poked out of the darkness. It was roughly similar, but more alluring. It was even smeared with purple eye shadow, and its lips were smeared with a red liquid that was either blood or rouge.

This face revealed an ambiguous smile.

"I am your nightmare, from the past - many people spend their entire lives trying to make peace with their past, but never succeed until they die. The past cannot be rid of, it is your past that shapes you into who you are.

Such a person...admit it, Fulgrim, you still desire me, don't you?"

eager?

The corners of Chemos's eyes twitched, and the scar on his cheek was completely affected by this. The man in the darkness let out a cry full of regret: "What have you done to yourself...? Why do you want to destroy it?"

Such a pure and perfect appearance?”

"You are right about one thing," Fulgrim said gloomily. "I do long for you."

"Really?!"

It jumped out of the darkness happily, like a nightmare coming to reality. This creature that should not exist has wet scales and a snake-like lower body. It is full of silver hair, but it shines with an eerie luster. It has elongated proportions.

The body and four hands brought this sense of disharmony to its peak, but brought something completely different.

A beauty that transcends reality.

A beauty that should not exist.

Fulgrim looked at it, God knows how angry he was at this moment. Just staring at this thing almost drove him crazy - he couldn't accept it, couldn't accept it, and wouldn't accept it, having something in his face,

This is how to survive in the galaxy!

So he raised his sword.

"oh......"

It smiled happily, and its pink forked tongue quickly poked out, and actually licked the blade of Fulgrim's sword. Although Fulgrim swung the blade with quick eyes and hands, it was just a blow.

It left a small scratch on its tongue.

"Hmm..." It raised a hand, put its index finger into its lips, and smeared it on its tongue, feeling the taste of blood bursting on its taste buds, and narrowed its eyes with satisfaction.

Even when it is narrowed, its narrow and charming eyes still have a breathtaking light. The purple eye shadow is changing to light pink, suddenly giving off a childish feeling of a girl. It sucks its own blood, and for a long time, it smiles with satisfaction.

"I like the feeling of being hurt."

It raised another hand and pulled hard on the rings hanging on its chest.

"It feels really good to be hurt, you know? Especially the bleeding, that's my favorite part. I don't think I'll ever forget that part... You know what's the best part?

It’s in their expressions.”

It bit its lower lip and smiled: "That expression of disbelief - they couldn't believe that they actually got happiness from hurting me, so they started to be greedy for more. They would use various reasons to convince themselves

, such as killing heretics for the sake of the emperor...but those are just appearances."

"The real desire... They already know it, they are just too shy to say it, but I don't know how to do it."

Four hands dropped gracefully, and four sharp sword blades were pulled out from the void. The previous elegance of this creature was gone, leaving only the complete madness. Just the anticipation of killing another one of itself was enough to make people nervous.

It produces a lot of unnatural mucus on its body surface.

It laughed wildly: "I like to hurt others, and I also like to be hurt! The way to happiness is hidden in it, me! Come on! Come on! Let's enjoy ourselves together!"

In an instant, four swords and one sword collided with each other countless times.

Fulgrim's martial arts ranks among the top five, or even the top three, even if we look at the entire original body. Before he fell, he was one of the most terrifying swordsmen in the galaxy, but such a swordsman suddenly became more powerful.

Two hands holding the sword, with extraordinary strength and agility...

Then, what happens?

Here's what happens.

It chuckled and waved its arms, swiping once and striking four times. Fulgrim was a little tired of just parrying, but he didn't allow himself to lose to this thing in swordsmanship, so he chose to take a desperate risk.

Unfortunately, as soon as this intention was expressed, it was immediately known to the corrupted version of him.

The devil smiled intriguingly: "You are too impatient, my dear. The blade cannot lie, and there is no lie to make up between life and death. You and I both know this, so why do you want to avoid your true thoughts?

"

"Admit it..." it whispered maliciously. "You just want to kill me because it makes you feel good...Admit it, you and I are meant to be

If I am alone, I will fall, and so will you..."

"I am your past!" It laughed heartily. "But I am also your destined future!"

There was another collision, and Fulgrim took a few steps back with trembling hands. The demon's strength and speed were far beyond him, especially the two extra hands... He only had one sword,

But that monster has four.

"how?"

It was not in a hurry to attack, just like a patient eater, playing with the knife in its hand. It raised one hand, and a knife slid on its neck, and sweet juice flowed out from the subtle scratches.

The aroma of blood and milk began to spread.

"Don't keep me waiting too long," it urged gently. "I'm very expensive. Do you know what other big demons have to pay to play with me?"

"...Shut your damn mouth!"

Golden flames burst out from Fulgrim's eyes, silver hair flying, and some traceable power lifted them up. Cold and fierce psychic flames suddenly ignited, the phoenix was covered with flames, and the blade was lifted.

up until the devil standing opposite him.

"You've been talking nonsense, talking about stupid things like the past and the future... It's really my mistake to talk logic to you!"

Fulgrim gloomily held a sword in his arms and began to walk forward. The corners of his clothes bulged, leaving a small cluster of burning flames wherever he stepped.

"Angron is right, I always think too much, always worry about falling into darkness again... He is right! I don't need to think so much, because you are fucking damned!"

For the first time in his life, Chemos lost his grace and began to curse in earnest. Those curse words that he regarded as obscene came out of his mouth one after another: "It is the desire of my heart to hurt you..."

...fuck you!"

"I just want to kill you! But not because I want to escape the past, but because you deserve to die!"

He roared, and the phoenix's voice kept echoing in the darkness: "You - deserve to die - ah!!"

"Now, this battle finally becomes interesting."

The demon caressed his hot body, but his eyes were calmer than ever before. The flame of desire in his heart alternated with the calmness in his eyes, shining brightly, and his violet eyes were heartbreakingly beautiful.

It smiled slightly: "Come on, me. Let's settle it."