Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Those who indulge in pleasure will fall into it.

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The sword blades clashed, and laughter alternated with deep gasps.

These are two similar faces, but two completely different creatures.

One is as seductive as a snake, always with a satisfied smile. The other is as stoic as ice, with eyes full of unspeakable anger.

"You seem to be unable to gain the upper hand in a simple sword fight, dear me."

The devil smiled slightly.

The two right hands drew deadly arcs in the air, elegant and agile, but Fulgrim had to brace himself to deal with it. Under this blow, the Phoenix was actually forced to retreat five steps.

"ha......"

The demon looked at him happily, raised his right hand, and handed the twisted long sword in front of him. He stared at the golden flames that seemed to be transmitted to the sword, and actually stuck out his tongue to lick it with interest.

"Well--!"

A muffled grunt of pain sounded, followed by a hissing sound of corrosion and a series of high-pitched screams. The demon trembled, and its tail slid across the ground, leaving a winding trail.

Glistening beads of sweat dripped onto the ground, and it took more than ten seconds before it came back to its senses.

"This is really..."

It caressed its newly restored mouth thoughtfully, and its long forked tongue suddenly poked out, feeling the taste of fire remaining in the air, and narrowed its eyes with satisfaction: "This is really great, my dear.

I."

"Since you can't defeat me simply with swordsmanship, why not use the burning flames on your body?"

It looked at Fulgrim expectantly, its eyes were soft, full of love, full of pleading, like a pool of purple ocean, full of tenderness: "Come and hurt me... dear

?”

Fulgrim did not answer its words.

Phoenix just used his right hand to press the guard of the power sword, and put his left hand on the end of the sword's hilt. He lowered his hands smoothly, and the tip of the sword dropped, aiming at the ground.

This is not a very clever starting position - if someone intends to use this posture to face the enemy in a sword fight, then he must be crazy.

This posture neither guarantees a quick counterattack when faced with danger, nor can it block the enemy's sword immediately. But Phoenix did just that, and not only that, he even closed his eyes.

The devil raised his eyebrows slightly and waited patiently.

Snakes are always very patient when facing prey. They are natural hunters and slow eaters. The way snakes digest their prey is to swallow the prey whole, which is exactly what the devil is doing.

It will eat Fulgrim alive.

It wanted to carefully feel every part of him, every inch of muscle operation, every disdainful look in his eyes... Every time Fulgrim resisted, it would be difficult for it to suppress the desire surging in its heart.

Just standing across from it made it feel extremely satisfied.

It thought, this is simply the ultimate happiness in the world, and the Lord of Joy must love it so much that he would give it this supreme enjoyment.

However, Phoenix did not attack immediately.

"You long for love."

His voice sounded clearly in the darkness, with a hint of sadness.

"Not just love from others, but narcissism. You spend a lot of time staring at your face in the mirror with love and admiration."

"You prefer this powerful emotion to fear or awe. Fear can be overcome and artificially reduced. But love can't. People will do anything for love. Love never dies, yes, it

It may expand or weaken, but it never disappears.”

"You desire perfection because you want everyone to love you - you think you have not done enough, and you are always afraid of being surpassed in some way... Your nature is intertwined with this fog.

"

Phoenix opened his eyes, and his purple eyes had already turned into pure gold.

"The world loves you, but do you love the world?" he asked.

The devil was lost in thought.

The questions raised by Fulgrim are also interesting to it. It desires pleasure and all forms of pleasure. Solving a difficult philosophical problem is certainly included in it.

So it started thinking.

It slowly inserted the four swords into the ground one by one, stretching its body as if relaxing.

The four hands rested on the hilt of the sword, and the body shone with a glow that came from nowhere. Every scale on the snake's tail was extremely dazzling and breathtaking.

"I think...I love them."

The devil's voice suddenly became rational and calm.

"Everything in this world is constantly going back and forth, killing each other, destroying each other, there is no difference. Whether it is aliens or humans, whether plants or advanced creatures with intelligence. They will eventually become entangled with each other, destroy each other, and then destroy each other.

Get a new life, but this requires a suitable condition."

"Under the right conditions, everything will become perfect, complex and beautiful. The universe will eventually develop towards this part, it is inevitable. Then everything that prevents this process is evil...

..."

"But I, I love them, and I hope they are as perfect as me. Therefore, anyone who stops me is also evil. Ah, so that's it, so I am the righteous party."

The devil said it truthfully - it said that it wanted the world to be as perfect as it was. It also said that it considered itself to be righteous.

Phoenix smiled coldly.

"Don't laugh at me, dear."

The demon paid no attention to his obvious mockery.

"Perfect complexity may be inaccessible, but I am getting there. This is my ascension, my end. Once I complete it, there will never be any more strife or killing in the world... not even

Death again."

The philosopher who had just spoken disappeared and licked his lips again.

"Yes, I think I can say that. I love them, I love you, I love humans, I love Ferus who was killed by my own hands, I love the dead Horus, I love our father, I

Love everyone...because they all love me, right?"

"bass--!"

The blade was pulled out of the ground, it smiled excitedly, raised its four hands, and moved its body as if dancing.

"I finally realized this -! Thank you, dear me! You enlightened me!"

"You're welcome." Fulgrim said coldly. "But you will never get the love from Ferrus."

"......What?"

The smile on the devil's face froze, and it asked softly in disbelief: "What did you say? How could you say such cold words? You are me!"

It shouted sincerely, but only received a cold response.

"He does not love you."

Fulgrim narrated expressionlessly, as if he was describing something that had nothing to do with him.

"You long for Ferus' response. You long for him to agree with your ideals and stand with you on the opposite side of the empire. But he won't. He will never agree with you and will never respond to your love. You know

That's it, isn't it? He no longer sees you as his brother, and ultimately the reason is..."

Finally, a contemptuous smile appeared on Fulgrim's face: "We are not worthy."

The demon's face trembled slightly, and the small decorations on its body began to collide with each other. Its snake tail began to tremble at a slow pace, and restlessness began to surge.

"You are blinded, so you cannot see the true path. Those who long for love hate more deeply than anyone else. Do you want to deny this? What you love is not Ferus, what you love is only the perfection in him.

That part. At the end of the day, you're not perfect, you're full of flaws, and you know that."

The smile grew bigger and bigger, and Fulgrim analyzed his own heart. Every time he said a word, he stabbed a hole in his heart, but he was happy with it, because he was not just hurting himself.

He is seeking redemption.

"We are the most inferior people in the world. We don't deserve to live, or even breathe, let alone the love from others."

The sword blade was slowly raised, and the man named Fulgrim, the phoenix of Chemos, stepped forward slowly. He walked towards his nightmare step by step, firmly and without any hesitation.

"So we deserve to die."

"No!" the devil roared. "You can't say that about yourself - I don't allow it! I don't allow it! You and I, we are both perfect!"

"No one is perfect, and perfect things don't exist."

"you are lying!"

It screamed nervously and rushed towards Fulgrim, with four sword blades slashing at him one after another. It was a fatal threat, but to Fulgrim it was no longer something he needed to be careful about.

.

When fighting yourself, what should you be careful about?

"boom--!"

A dull voice sounded in the darkness, and a golden arm suddenly appeared, blocking the devil's sword. It looked at the illusory but solid arm in shock, and before it could speak, it was stabbed in the abdomen by a sword.

wore.

Fulgrim leaned close to its ear, and the musky smell did not affect his reason. He was still calm, still indifferent, and still cold.

He said softly: "Come and join me in death."

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Ruth's battle did not go very smoothly, it could even be said to be difficult.

He fought very hard, that thing was faster than him, more than twice as fast. Even he, as the Primarch, had difficulty keeping up with the opponent's movements, let alone the Emperor's Children. They wanted to pass through the explosive bombs.

The gun supported him, but it was completely unable to aim at the monster.

Russ turned the blade sideways, and Mionar's huge sword roared in the air. The blue light burst, and the monster's arm turned into a black shadow and disappeared from Russ's sight. The next second, his breastplate

There was a heavy feeling of being hit.

damn it--!

The Wolf King stamped his feet angrily and stabilized his retreating body. Another misjudged block. Why is this damn thing so fast? What on earth is it?

The monster seemed to be aware of this problem. It tilted its head slightly, and the hollow on its face looked creepy: "What do you think I am, a wandering wolf?"

A flash of silver light flashed, and it looked at Russ expectantly, wanting to get his answer.

A beast, a damn thing, what else could it be?

Ruth moved his shoulders, got into position, grinned and said, "I don't care what you are."

"I feel really sorry for you." It shook its head. "You just lost a very precious opportunity. If you cherish it, maybe you can also become an explorer exploring unknown areas."

"It's better to avoid it. I have no interest in becoming a monster."

"monster?"

Its tone sounded genuinely surprised: "You - can't you see?"

"What do you see? That bloody hole in your face? Ah, I can indeed see it." Ruth said a crude joke. "It's like a shit pit. Do you have a pump button on the top of your head?"

"

"...how is this possible?"

The monster ignored his silly joke and wasn't even angry about it.

Even its intention to attack has disappeared, leaving only pure loss: "You can't see...the truth exists in it, but you can't see...why? Has it left me?"

?Am I not worthy?"

"I said, do you still want to fight?"

Ruth asked in annoyance: "What bothers you the most is you blabbering Riddlers, damn! You spend all your time thinking about things that are and are not, shabby philosophy, it's useless! Living is good, dying is bad, that's it.

Simple. And what you, a bastard, do will definitely not make anyone alive, so you’d better die, don’t even think about it!”

He came to this conclusion with extremely simple thinking and logic, and then rushed forward. Mionar was swung round, and he almost hit the monster's head like a hammer.

And it didn't even resist.

Russ watched as Mionar's sword blade was buried deeply into its head, and its face was cut open. The hole was no longer complete, and black matter gushes out of it, quickly dissipating into the air.

.The results were good, but Ruth was not relaxed about it.

The death of a powerful enemy is a good thing, but considering how it died...it's a little weird.

The Wolf King frowned and originally wanted to pretend to think for a while, but a man's voice interrupted his inconclusive thinking and gave him the answer he wanted: "Don't think too much, Leman Lu

S. It’s a good thing that you don’t see the so-called truth.”

"......and who are you?"

"Ask your dad—just kidding."

He Shenyan smiled slightly, disappeared from the sky with a flash, came to the ground, stood in front of Ruth, and looked at him with interest: "Well, that's interesting."

"...Who are you?" Ruth frowned and looked at him warily. "By the way, don't look at me like that, otherwise I will lose my mind."

"Oh, don't be so exaggerated. Unless you have blood gushing out of your eyes and your brain stems popping out of your ears, then you've lost your mind."

"That's a loss of life."

Ruth could not restrain his impulse to answer. He inexplicably felt a strange sense of affinity from this man.

“Can a person continue to live with his brainstem pouring out of his ear?”

"Maybe? Doesn't a person in a vegetative state count as alive?" He Shenyan shrugged. "Some people can still be alive after half their head was blown off."

Ruth snorted: "So, who are you? Stop avoiding this question."

"Me? Let me think..."

He Shenyan touched his chin, and then said seriously: "Sly Mabo."