Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Human beings always look back to the past, as if they can find some changes in what has happened in the time that has passed. No matter what the motivation is, they are always looking for the past.

One of the reasons for missing the past is simply because life is not good now.

That's all.

Fulgrim woke up with a splitting headache. He had never felt like this before, not even in those years when he was still in Chemos. He groaned, turned over and got up from the bed, feeling confused.

There are only a few fragmented memories in my head.

Is that wine that strong...?

What did I do last night?

He began to think back - yes, I drank Ruth and Khan to the ground, and even mocked Robert who was watching the show a few times... and then what? Ah, that Mr. He is back.

.....What next?

The memory came to an abrupt end, as if someone had suddenly pressed the pause button. Fulgrim had to give up the idea of ​​continuing to search, and he simply took advantage of this period of time when his brain was not fully awake to observe.

environment.

After a few seconds, he came to a conclusion.

Obviously, this is a room on the Macragge's Glory.

You want to ask him how he knew?

Well, not every Astartes is so keen on hanging a tapestry with their glorious history in every aspect of every room and even the smallest corner... and this tapestry is basically them.

Knitted by myself.

Considering the contrast between the image of the Ultramarines and the act of weaving the tapestry... this is quite a bad joke.

Fulgrim, impressed by his sense of humor, gave a bitter laugh and stood up, but his thoughts were far away.

To be precise, he drifted to another universe. There, he never betrayed, and there, the Emperor's Children never really betrayed their name...

However, there, some other people betrayed.

Such as Robert Guilliman.

What is this? Is it some kind of inevitability? Some people must fall into the embrace of chaos. The ideal of human beings to complete the unification of the galaxy will always be just the moon in the mirror?

Stop, Fulgrim Phoenix warned himself. Don't let your thoughts go too deep. Thinking itself will bring a lot, but it can also breed doubt.

He lowered his head, glanced at his dirty clothes, and couldn't help but reveal a hint of helpless annoyance.

"I can't just walk out..." He muttered to himself, but as he said this, his body still came to the door of the room and opened it.

Unexpectedly, what he saw outside the door was not the familiar scene of Macragge's Glory. Those gorgeous tapestries, statues, Guilliman's paintings on the ceiling and the statue of compassion representing the Emperor were all gone.

There is nothing outside the door.

There is a void outside the door.

Fulgrim looked at this scene in horror that was beyond the scope of human cognition, and immediately let go of his hand and returned to the house. Before he could say anything, a voice rang in his ears: "

Sorry, Fulgrim, I didn't notice you were awake."

With a crisp snap of fingers, the scenes in the room began to stir slowly like a whirlpool. Under the influence of some kind of force, they were gradually reshaped into another appearance.

A simple living room and a half-open wooden door.

Fulgrim came to the wooden door, and the mage's voice came from inside: "Come in, Fulgrim."

So he opened the door and walked in.

The view behind the door was a warmly decorated living room that had been used for some years. Every corner of the table and chairs exuded the mellow aroma of history. Fulgrim quickly glanced around the surrounding scene calmly.

Then he stared at He Shenyan's face intently.

His eyes were so sharp, as if he was trying to judge whether he was a real person or not.

Forced to have no choice, the mage raised his head from the book and glanced at him: "I'm serious, Fulgrim - seriously, who else do you think can do such a thing?"

"That's not certain, sir." Fulgrim replied in a more conservative tone. "There are at least two more."

"Nice joke... This is my pocket dimension, my library. I think you must have a lot of doubts in your mind now, such as why I brought you here."

"indeed so."

Fulgrim nodded, and then pointed to the dirty clothes on his body. He said nothing, but seemed to have said everything.

"We can talk about your personal appearance later... Let's talk about other things first. How are you?"

Fulgrim frowned: "Of course, why do you ask?"

"Just a casual question, um...are you really sure you're okay?"

The mage's serious Riddler attitude made the corners of Fulgrim's eyes twitch. He held his forehead and said softly and helplessly: "Yes, I am sure that I am perfectly normal and there is nothing abnormal about you. What are you doing?"

Why do you ask that?"

"Because of the death of the other you."

He Shenyan put down the book and raised his fingers. In the fireplace behind him, firewood was burning warmly through the iron fence.

He looked at Fulgrim with rational and indifferent eyes: "In a sense, your and his existence are two sides of the same body. You exist at the same time, but there is no difference between the souls in the subspace. And he is now completely

After he died, Slaanesh completely lost interest in him...so his soul must have returned to your body."

After hearing this, Fulgrim asked after a brief silence: "Why didn't you tell me after the war?"

"It was the observation period. After the observation period, I learned that you were preparing for a banquet - I am not the kind of spoiler who likes to disturb other people's fun." The mage smiled. "That's the way it is, Fulgrim

."

This time, the Chemos were silent for a longer time.

After a long time, he slowly said: "No, I don't feel anything strange. What I looked like before I got drunk last night is what I look like now. His memory has not entered my mind. He is eager to have fun.

My desires are no longer relevant to me..."

"Really? This is good news. However, this does not guarantee whether you will be affected by him in the future. You should know this, Fulgrim."

He Shenyan said meaningfully: "The influence of Slaanesh is everywhere."

Of course Fulgrim knew that.

He closed his eyes and then opened them again. His pale purple eyes were calm and elegant, which was different from the other one: "Yes, you are right - but I believe in another thing more. Since you brought me

Come here, then you must have a solution, right?"