Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"...The truth is, no one cares."

Jericho Swain dropped the bloody dagger in his hand. In front of him was a trembling man kneeling, and a still warm corpse.

He simply made a gesture, and two guards wearing red and black iron plate armor came in and carried the body out. Whether intentionally or not, they did not take away the dagger.

Swain sat on the chair. His eyes were not on the man, but on the table in front of him, with a vast map spread on it.

"...Sir, there is still room for improvement." The man spoke tremblingly. Swain glanced at him with disgust, thinking that he couldn't even understand what he was saying.

coward.

And Noxus doesn't need cowards.

The man's face seemed to have become paler. Small characters like them are best at observing people's emotions. He quickly said in a hurried tone: "I also know some magic nodes in the wild! As long as those magic nodes can be destroyed, Sir

, your army can still capture Ionia easily!"

Swain didn't even look at him, he said: "The Ionian barrier only makes it difficult for my army to move, but those magic nodes you mentioned... haha."

He laughed lowly twice: "I may know your hometown better than you do, Mr. Margery. Your so-called magic nodes are actually the anchor points of some special creatures in your spiritual realm in the real world -

—In other words, if I send troops to destroy that anchor point, my army will have to face some powerful ancient creatures."

Margery lowered his head, the fear in his heart was beyond words. At this moment, he was extremely regretful about why he wanted to be a traitor. Swain's footsteps were getting closer and closer. In panic, Margery's eyes drifted to the short knife.

The blood on the sword covered the blade, making it impossible for Margery to see his reflection.

Swain stopped in front of him and turned around, leaving him with a defenseless back as if deliberately.

He said: "Mr. Margery, in Noxus, we have one and only one truth. And this truth is also the only thing we believe in. Do you know what it is?"

Swain's words were like a voice from heaven to Margery. He stared at the dagger, his mind filled with thousands of uncertain thoughts.

"The strong will survive. If you have ability - no matter what aspect, then you can find your own place in the empire. No matter your origin, whether you are a noble or a slave."

Margery quietly stretched out his hand and held the dagger. Swain seemed not to notice at all, and he continued to ramble. Bloodshot threads climbed up under Margery's eyeballs, and he gritted his teeth.

He stood up slowly, not letting himself make any sound.

"call out!"

The dagger flew through the air, making a sharp sound. Margery watched as his arm holding the sword got closer and closer to Swain's neck, and he was just a little bit away from succeeding.

And anything that happened after that was not within his scope of consideration. He only knew that he had to survive-even if he lived just a little longer.

At this moment, Swain turned around.

The sky was spinning, and Margery couldn't even see how he made the move, and he fell to the ground. And the dagger was in Swain's hand, and the man with meticulously combed hair laughed. He laughed.

It doesn't look gentle, but looks like some kind of dark creature sizing up its prey in the dark.

"You are not useless, Mr. Margery. I have seen many cowards who dare not even resist a little in the face of death, but you have this courage. The empire will always give a second chance to those who have courage.

Chance."

He spoke slowly, the smile on his face getting bigger and bigger. Margery suddenly felt himself panicking, and Swain threw the dagger at his feet.

"They haven't found out you're a traitor yet, have they?"

"Yes...yes." Margery found that his teeth were chattering. At this moment, he felt an inexplicable urge to laugh wildly.

"Go back, Mr. Margery...go back to those compatriots you betrayed," Swain said.

"But, sir...what should I do?"

"You don't have to do anything—if you are a true Noxian, you will know what you have to do when the Imperial forces completely capture that city."

He smiled and said: "After all, Noxus is a spirit. Now take that sword and go back."

Margery quickly left the tent, and not long after, a guard walked in. His whole body was covered in black steel armor, which was the best armor in Noxus. The forged ore came from

Underneath the Iron Thorn Mountains.

He lowered his head slightly and said in a dull and loud voice: "Sir, he has left."

"Are the dragon dogs, dragon lizard cavalry and war regiments all in place?" Swain asked calmly, sitting behind his desk with his fingers in a tower shape and placed under his nose.

"At your disposal at any time, sir." The guard bowed slightly.

"Very good." Swain showed a cruel smile. "Pass the order, I want to see the city gate of Presidium breached by us before dawn today - as for that man... Ha, let us

Let's see if he actually chooses to be a Noxian."

"As you command, my lord."

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In the dark night, a silent army was moving slowly. They stepped up the hills, and no one spoke. They could only hear the sound of weapons and armor clashing, and the heavy footsteps of dragon lizards under their crotches. These violent beasts seemed to

As if they were called upon by their master, they didn't make a sound.

The leading general raised his right fist and made a gesture without even speaking a word. The entire army quickly stopped in the darkness.

He took off his helmet, revealing a weather-beaten face, staring in the darkness at Presidence not far ahead - the goal of their trip.

What a beautiful city. When the empire liberates them and kills those corrupt bureaucrats, they will live their true selves.

"We are assigned as the strikers... You should know what an honor this is." He spoke slowly.

Still no one among the cavalry spoke, only the sound of heavier breathing answered him.

"All four hundred and thirty-two members of the Blood Sons chapter are here. Remember this - after the war, I hope you will still be four hundred and thirty-two. You are wearing the best armor in the empire. You

The weapons are hammered out by those respectable craftsmen. And you yourself..."

He smiled: "You yourself have been tempered bit by bit in the cruel war. This huge hammer has forged you bit by bit in this flesh and blood furnace... Now, it is time to prove this

It’s over.”

"It's time to prove that we are the empire's sharpest sword, not the damn Trifari Army."

In the battle formation, the sound of uniform tapping came. He knew that it was the etiquette of the battle group. He tapped his chest with his left hand. It was neat and powerful. General Darius's favorite style

.

He put on his helmet, pulled out the two-handed sword from his back, and let out a war cry: "For Noxus!"

The dragon lizard cavalry began to charge.

Dragon lizards are giant reptiles from the jungles of the south - they actually have nothing to do with dragons. To be honest, only the two horns on their heads look a bit close to each other. The reason why they are named dragon lizards is because

Because of their huge size.

Just one sentence can describe how big these wild creatures are: sometimes, they are used as living battering rams.

The four hundred and thirty-two members of the Blood Sons Chapter were riding such creatures. They were running wildly in the darkness, and their heavy footsteps seemed to make the earth tremble. The Chapter Leader felt a rush of blood welling up in his heart -

- He has done this no less than a hundred times, but every time it makes his blood boil.

war--!

He shouted in his heart, watching as they got closer and closer to the towering stone wall of Presidium. They climbed over the next hill and saw a silent giant.

How tall is he? Just standing, he is as tall as they are riding on the dragon lizard. The dark figure is holding a sharp blade full of serrations in his right hand. Seeing their arrival, the serrations on the blade start to go crazy.

of rotation.

Two scarlet lights lit up in the giant's eyes. No words or even communication were needed. The leader of the Sons of Blood Chapter had already realized that the giant was an enemy. He let out a roar, the last one, and charged randomly.

Go up.

In the next second, his whole body and the dragon lizard were cut open by the roaring saw teeth, and his flesh and blood flew everywhere. But he didn't even have time to scream, and the last sound he left to the world was that roar.

Kronos nodded, and his voice, which seemed particularly dead and solemn after being treated by the helmet, sounded under the night: "You are a good warrior, and you deserve to die."

The dragon lizard cavalry behind the chapter leader rushed towards the giant like a wave. In the first round of charge, the giant had killed forty of them. The flesh and blood had dyed his armor from dark blue to red.

There was nothing behind the scarlet eyepiece, only peace.

The remaining 392 dragon lizard cavalry did not speak. They adjusted their formation, pulled out a needle from their waists, and inserted it into the neck of the dragon lizard under their crotch. Soon there was nothing left in the eyes of these beasts.

Next, without any urging from the rider, they began to spontaneously let out a furious roar while charging towards the giant.

"Courage is commendable - come, warriors, death will be your best destination."

Kronos praised their fighting will and quality, but this still did not stop him from killing even a little bit.

The saw teeth of the chain sword roared and rotated non-stop, and the bones, tendons, and flesh hanging on it would not last more than a second before being thrown off. He could already feel the soles of his feet becoming sticky.

The Astartes knew what it was. It was a mixture of flesh and blood. It was the most common thing on every battlefield - it was a millstone of flesh and blood, a nightmare for all living beings. It was also the final burial ground for warriors.

Out of respect, he did not trample any of their corpses. These mortal soldiers were obviously the elite of that empire, but they had no power against an Astartes, especially one wearing full power armor.

Odds of winning.

Those soldiers knew this, and their heartbeats and occasional shouts were not without fear. But they still did not waver. When they met their companions on the hills, they would beat their chests with their left hands.

Kronos noticed this and thought, perhaps this is the greatest condolence they can give to their dead brother.

What a pity... They should have gathered under the Emperor's command, Kronos thought.

After three or four rounds of charges, they still chose to face Kronos, even though only one hundred and twenty of them were dead.

Kronos sighed, he did not allow himself to show any mercy - yes, not at all.

Because even a little bit of mercy is an insult to these soldiers who are willing to die, and it is also an insult to himself.

But seeing these honorable soldiers who could have contributed to a greater goal being killed one by one by his own hands, Astartes was still filled with sadness.

"Why are you fighting?"

He asked as he looked at the cavalrymen who stood silently on the hills and tried their best to control the dragon lizards under their crotches.

No one answered. The leader among them quickly counted the number of people, then held an ax with one hand and made a throat-cutting salute to the Astartes. His voice was hoarse and ugly, but it carried a noble courage.

: "For a goal you will never believe, monster!"

"For Noxus! Charge!"

Many things cannot be explained clearly in a few words. The best way a warrior can understand another warrior lies in the collision between weapons. After all, death does not lie.

Death is the most equal thing in the world.

Kronos grabbed a knight's throat with his left hand, and the dragon lizard behind him tried to pounce on his shoulder with its sharp claws. Astartes let out a cold snort, and turned around with a sword that was not suitable for his size.

Its head and the cavalryman on its back fell to the ground, but still did not give up the fight.

The halberd in his hand struck hard at the back half of Kronos' knee. According to his idea, if this swing was successful, the giant would at least break one of his legs - but the result was cruel.

The soldier watched in astonishment as the halberd in his hand broke cleanly after colliding with the giant's knee. The giant glanced at him, and the two scarlet lights were the last things left on his retinas.

Cronus crushed the neck of the cavalryman in his hand and did not throw the body away. Instead, he gently released his hand and let him fall to the ground. He knew his own strength. If he threw it out, the warrior would not keep the whole body.

The killing continued, long and short. It didn't take long for Kronos to know that this would be their last charge.

On the hills not far away, only a few twelve people were still riding on the dragon lizards. Their mounts and their owners seemed to have no emotions. Even in the face of the tragic death of their companions, the invincible giant refused to escape.

.

Kronos took off his helmet, the moonlight was bright, and he wanted these respectable mortals to see his face clearly. The three golden nails on the forehead of the Astartes were the same as the black steel armor of the dragon lizard cavalry.

Reflecting the light of the moon.

He said slowly, and his voice reached the ears of twelve people clearly: "My name is Cronus Tiberius, please tell me your names."

There was no self-introduction, no fear, weakness, or crying. Only the most determined will and courage of human beings. Their will was as strong as steel, and they remained unwavering even in the face of death. Kronos only heard one voice, a voice of twelve people.

A unified voice: "The Sons of Blood Chapter! Remember this name!"

Astartes was in a daze for a moment. Even though with his nerve reaction speed, this moment was actually less than a millisecond for mortals...but he was still stunned.

This is a fact.

The battle group is very good.

This paradoxical word spoken by the natives of a strange dimension brought back his memories, and Kronos suddenly smiled. He tapped the skull double-headed eagle on his chest with his left hand to see them off.

"The Blood Sons Chapter, all twelve members, are here!"

"charge!"

The dragon lizards let out a final roar of determination, which was hoarse and unpleasant, but fell in Kronos's ears and made him almost shed tears. This similar but different scene made him strengthen his determination.

The distance of a few hundred meters was reached in the blink of an eye, and the cavalry quickly arrived in front of him. Even at this point, they were still not ready to give up the possibility of victory. Since Astartes took off his helmet, they started to move towards him.

Unarmored face punch!

They didn't believe that even the face of this inhuman monster was made of steel.

Kronos' face is indeed not made of steel, but if you want to hurt him, you must touch him.

Astartes did not choose to dodge, he chose to fight head-on. The chainsword in his hand began to spin crazily again, and Kronos could almost feel its roar. The machine spirit in this ancient weapon with great military achievements was happily

Showing the only purpose for which it was created.

Killing.

The chain sword was cut by the Astartes into the shoulder of the cavalryman in front of him at an angle that was impossible for a mortal. It cut from his right shoulder to the waist and abdomen. It even cut the dragon under his crotch.

The lizard was also cut in half. Kronos roared angrily, spun his feet, and used this power to kill the one behind him.

The whirlwind of death began to blow over the heads of these twelve people, and Cronus Tiberius dared to swear on his name that at the last moment of their lives, they did not show a trace of fear. They left behind

What Cronus has is his own death and his undying will.

"bass."

He inserted the chain sword in his hand into the soil to let the overheated machine soul rest. Kronos knelt down on one knee, carefully avoiding the corpses of those noble warriors. This was an unnecessary killing.

, but he must do it. Otherwise more people will die. He has never understood why the Emperor wants to unify Terra - these warriors...

Their blood should not be shed here. They should fight for the welfare of all mankind throughout their lives, instead of listening to a false king's order to attack another group of humans. Killing the same kind, the demons will slowly chuckle in the darkness.

...

Kronos slowly lowered his head and began to mourn for these warriors.