Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Sly Marble? Sounds like a good name..."

"Yes."

He Shenyan continued his deceitful behavior. He tried hard to hold back his laughter and began to tell a lot of outrageous lies to tease Leman Russ, who helped his father find the 10,000-year Tree of Life in subspace.

poor child.

"You don't know something, but I can actually defeat the bloodthirsty demon in ten seconds, nine of which are spent waiting for the demon to have the courage to charge at me."

Ruth's eyes widened - he thought, who else could say such a thing without changing his expression?!

"you......"

"I haven't finished introducing myself yet." He Shenyan interrupted him. "I was once stung by a Catachan demon, and it died of pain five days later."

"oh......"

"The official name of the Extermination Order is my name." He Shenyan pointed to his face. "I once competed with the Necrons to see who could last longer without blinking. I won."

Ruth's expression had begun to change, and there was some kind of impulse burning in the Wolf King's heart. He opened his mouth, but still didn't get a chance to speak, because He Shenyan continued.

"I eat Tyranids for breakfast, no lunch, and Khorne Berserker Pie for dinner."

"I am divisible by zero."

Russ's face has become distorted. Even he knows this simplest mathematical common sense... The Emperor is above all, divisible by zero?! What this guy named Sly Marble believes in is bragging.

God?

"The following is the last sentence of my self-introduction." He Shenyan said slowly. "Khorne has a nickname, do you know what it is?"

"What is it?"

"Champion Sly Mabo." He Shen nodded towards Ruth in a serious manner. "Okay, I'm done, it's your turn."

It's up to me? What's up to me? What the hell are you talking about?

The Space Wolves would probably be happy to pay to see Russ's expression. He looked as if someone had hit him with a sap. He couldn't say anything and could only raise his fingers tremblingly.

The first half of the face wants to smile, and the lower half of the face wants to curse.

"ha."

He Shenyan finally laughed: "Okay, no more joking... I am He Shenyan, a mage, currently serving as the living saint of the empire. This is a position that requires no salary and must work overtime, so I expect to be in

If I give up my career after a few decades... let me tell you first."

"What's the use of telling me - no, what is a living saint?"

"I almost forgot that you stayed in the subspace for ten thousand years... I always replied, ask your father."

The conversation between the two made the emperor's sons on one side twitch in their faces. Antrick whispered on the voice channel more than once and asked Sol Tavitz what to do now. The latter's answer was always 'I don't know.

'.

There is something wrong with him knowing what to do - the eyes of this man who suddenly appeared are burning with golden flames. Any human being, even a baby, can understand its essence the moment he sees this flame, and then understand

Where does this man belong?

There is no doubt that he is on their side. But what he said is really...

"Okay, the joke time is over."

He Shenyan turned around and snapped his fingers. A huge amount of magic power emerged from the void, and the ubiquitous chaotic energy in the subspace was instantly transformed. The deep malice was dispelled, leaving only pure light.

Light blue light surged up, and a huge magic circle with complicated patterns appeared on the ground. It began to rotate slowly, and a sharp sound filled everyone's ears. Even the protection of a helmet could not resist the sound.

.

A strong wind blew from nowhere, and in the midst of the storm, they heard a calm voice, with a calm tone that was almost like a command.

"Back off."

Then the darkness receded.

Fulgrim appeared, standing in an extremely miserable state. His left leg was dripping with blood, and the muscles in his calf had lost all traces, leaving only pale bones. His left hand was almost completely severed from the elbow down.

, only a little bit of flesh was left connected to each other. Despite this, he was still standing.

It is often said that the winner is the one who stands - is he?

He wasn't, because in the battle he just fought, no one won. He had lost consciousness, but he didn't fall down because of his instinct.

Opposite him, a demon was lying on the ground, with three of his four hands broken off, and large areas of burns on his body. The flesh was melted and merged with the decorations it hung on its body, looking completely weird and disgusting.

But there is still a certain degree of beauty in this appearance.

When it found that the darkness had disappeared, it raised its head, its long pale hair shining with pink light at the end. That familiar face made the expressions of the emperor's sons stiffen instantly, and Sol Tavitz's expression inevitably changed.

Turned pale.

"Your Majesty the Emperor!" Antrik whispered abnormally. "Someone please make me blind!"

No one answered his words, but Saul Tarvitz knew that they all thought so. As long as he was blind, he would no longer have to look at this frightening sight.

But the demon with the face of their original body paid no attention to them, as if they were all trash. It stared closely at the man who had just appeared, and twitched its tail nervously: "It's you!"

"It's me." He Shenyan nodded. "Long time no see, are you okay?"

After saying this, he took a step forward, but was immediately stopped.

The demon looked more nervous than anyone else at the moment. It quickly came to Fulgrim, its snake tail wrapped around his body, and pointed at his neck with its remaining hand, shouting sternly.

Said: "Don't come over!"

"Tsk, what are you afraid of?"

He Shenyan stopped, stood there and spread his hands, without saying anything. His voice rang in the hearts of the emperor's sons.

Don't act rashly, I will save him

This short sentence had an incomparable weight. The emperor's sons began to calm down from their excitement due to the abduction of the original body, and they could even start to think about how to solve the current situation.

However, they don't know that this is not their battle.

"Afraid? I'm not afraid of you!" the demon said tremblingly. "You can't even think about depriving me of my ability to feel happiness! Don't even think about it! Don't even think about it! I won't go back to that cold cage again!"

"I don't want to lock you up again."

He Shenyan tilted his head: "There's not much point in using the same trick all the time. Besides, I don't think Trazin would want a second-hand one."

Second, second-hand goods?!

The demon's face immediately began to distort due to anger, and the remaining human form disappeared, replaced by a completely alien face. The fangs protruded from the lower lip, the eyes were filled with gorgeous pink and purple, and the nose was shortened, like a snake.

The ugly and beautiful thing roared: "Take your words back! I am perfect!"

"Hasn't fighting with him made you realize your mistake?"

He Shenyan smiled slightly: "Perfection is just an illusion. It is impossible to do the best in everything. What's more, you don't love 'perfection', you just love the process of pursuing 'perfection'.

"

"What you like are the eyes of those who respect you like a god, and what you like are those weak people who follow the crowd. They fall into chaos with you under the banner of loving you, but you actually know the truth, right?"

He spoke softly, more devilishly than the devil, and the ability to confuse people in his words simply amazed Russ.

"They don't love you, they love the pleasure of following you and falling together. Admit it, Fulgrim. These people who you despise and even issued orders to have them driven out and killed are not enough for you in your eyes.

A loyal person——"

He Shenyan grinned: "——They are the ones who really love you."

"You are lying!" the demon screamed, tears streaming from his eyes. "They... they love me... I am loved..."

"I didn't lie, you know that very well."

He Shenyan said patiently, like a father correcting his child.

"No one in the world loves you - to be precise, no one loves you like this. Do you want to know why?"

The devil raised his head sadly and looked at him: "Why, why?"

"Because love is mutual."

The mage calmly raised his head and stared at the sky: "Slaanesh is the god of love, but he actually doesn't love anyone, not even himself. As his dependent, you are the same. From the moment you fully accept the darkness in your heart,

You lose the ability to love - let me be clear, Fulgrim."

He lowered his head. There was no sadness or joy in his eyes, not even the pleasure of destroying an enemy. There was only a calmness that made the devil shudder.

"You pursue perfection and pay an extremely heavy price for it. Desire entangles you and makes you sink deeper and deeper. You sink in the abyss, but you can never reach perfection. Because, as early as you killed Fei

From the moment you met Ruth, you no longer deserved to be loved."

"This is what Slaanesh wants."

He narrated slowly, like a professor teaching students: "You will keep struggling, sinking, twisting and degenerating, becoming the most twisted thing in the world in the never-ending hell. And He will always use

He looks at you with eyes full of love, because He loves your fall. But He doesn’t love you at all.”

"The God you believe in doesn't love anyone, let alone you?"

"Clang."

The only sword was thrown to the ground, and the demon let go of the snake's tail. Fulgrim's body fell downwards, and the moment it fell to the ground, he was gently lifted up by magic and taken away from the demon.

The devil let him do what he did, he just raised his remaining hand and covered his face. A slight cry came from the wide palm.

Everyone watched this scene in silence. Only He Shenyan remained calm and even thought about assessing Fulgrim's injury. He nodded imperceptibly - fortunately, he was not mentally ill.

The Emperor's Children nervously ran forward, looked at the spot lying on the ground, and then at He Shenyan. Sol Tavitz stuttered and asked: "Sir, my lord, can we...

?”

"Of course, he will not refuse the care of his son... take him back to where you came from in the first place. The spaceship is already waiting there."

The emperor's sons immediately swarmed up, carried Fulgrim and ran away.

After doing all this, He Shenyan blinked at Ruth, who was watching with interest, and walked towards the devil.

The demon that had been extremely resistant to his approach before was actually indifferent at this time. The only thing it did was to cry. The bright red tears poured out from between the fingers and dripped to the ground, creating small pieces on the scorched earth.

Wet stains.

So, what should He Shenyan do?

Ruth looked at him expectantly, wanting to see a head flying up or a puddle of ash disappearing in the wind. After a few seconds, his eyes widened in surprise.

He saw He Shenyan giving the fallen demon a hug.

A gentle, gentle hug.

The demon raised his head in shock and looked at him with tearful eyes: "You——?"

"There is nothing shameful in wanting to be loved." He Shenyan smiled at him. "I hope you remember this, Fulgrim, rest in peace."

The demon's face began to crack, bit by bit, like a broken crystal ball, turning into flying fragments. He raised his hand and stared at his only remaining ugly hand, his expression too complicated to describe.

Love, reluctance, guilt, regret, madness...all these are mixed together, and what is left in the end is peace.

Seeing his shining fragments hovering in the air, he was silent for a long time and said his last words: "It's so beautiful..."

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"let me out!"

Angron banged on the inside of the medical cabin angrily, and the sound reached Sanguinius' ears vaguely outside.

The archangel yawned, put down a catalog of Baal's art in his hand, held his cheek and said: "Your treatment is not over yet, Angron."

"I can already walk on my own!"

"Some patients in the advanced stages of severe disease can still run, but they don't know their physical condition."

"I know! I'm fine! Let me out, Sanguinius, let me out!"

"no."

Rejecting Angron coldly, the Archangel tapped his finger on the medical cabin: "When will the treatment end and when will you be able to come out?"

Angron looked at him indignantly: "If it weren't for the fact that there are only so many Primarch-level medical bays——!"

Sanguinius rolled his eyes: "Do me a favor, and do yourself a favor. Save your energy, okay? To be honest, I don't quite understand why you keep wanting to come out, Angron."

"Because——" Angron was speechless for a moment.

"Look, you don't even know why you have to come out. So just have a good rest, that's it, don't speak again, or I will let the pattern convey anesthetic gas into the breathing tube."

Sanguinius picked up the Baal Art Directory again, opened the column of stone sculptures, and began to appreciate the masterpieces of the artists.

He really wanted to appreciate some real works of art, and he was also looking forward to where the art on Baal would develop in the ten thousand years he was missing.

Sanguinius turned the page expectantly.

Three minutes later, he put the book down with a twisted expression and made up his mind that he would never read this thing again.