Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Lost news?"

The guard who was kneeling on one knee did not dare to raise his head and said: "Yes, sir. All members of the Blood Sons Chapter have disappeared. Our spies reported that they all disappeared after launching the attack in accordance with the order. There are no traces on the nearby hills.

People, according to your orders, they did not approach the gate of Presidium rashly."

Swain frowned deeply.

After pondering for a while, he said: "Have the masters of the Black Rose Society arrived?"

"Not yet, my lord. They are still on their way."

Swain snorted coldly: "A bunch of losers, it has been half a month since they set out from the Immortal Fortress. Even if they choose to take the farthest waterway, they should have arrived. After all, we cannot count on these weak and incompetent fools who only know how to have fun."

"Pick a few skilled war masons... There are still two hours before the launch of the general offensive. Let them check the movements of the Sons of Blood within these two hours. The military orders are like mountains... Even I can't change them at will.

If the time comes and they don't have the truth, then whatever it is that consumed the Bloodspawn, we must attack."

The guard stood up. He pulled up his visor, revealing a pair of dark green, snake-like eyes: "My lord, where are the mages?"

Swain has been with him for many years, and he could tell at a glance what his subordinates were thinking. He showed a disdainful sneer: "They are just stupid people, the war never belongs to them. Let them continue to indulge in enjoyment,

Sooner or later..."

He didn't continue, the guard pulled down his visor and slowly exited the tent.

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The mage's voice sounded in Kronos' mind. It was not as ethereal and distant as the communications of psykers. On the contrary, his voice was so real that Kronos almost thought he was beside him.

"Two people are coming towards you. They have no armor and only have daggers. They should be war masons from Noxus, coming to inquire for information."

"position?"

"You can see them two hundred meters ahead. Their spells should not be hidden from your helmet's monitoring system... Ha, I know a person who is willing to spend a lot of money to study your armor."

Astartes walked forward and said: "This armor is proof of glory and epicness, carrying countless histories. It is definitely not something that can be exchanged for money."

"It's just casual talk, but... he might actually be able to figure out some tricks."

"how do I say this?"

"He's a genius, just like me."

Kronos did not laugh, but his mood became lighter. The mage's weird sense of humor could always pull at his few remaining humor cells in some strange places.

The distance of two hundred meters, let alone the Astartes, is nothing even to ordinary people. And the two war masons who did not know that they were in disaster were continuing to move forward. In just ten seconds

Inside, they saw a giant appearing out of nowhere and standing in front of them.

He exuded the smell of blood, as if he had just left a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. The war mason's excellent eyesight could even use the moonlight to see the fine carvings and flesh and blood fragments on his mobile fortress, as well as those painted with fire paint.

The ancient parchment printed on the pauldron, this armor is both bloody and sacred. And those eyes...

No, those are not eyes.

A war mason suddenly came to his senses. His two limbs trembled, and he almost wanted to turn around and run away. But the sense of honor in his heart made him hold the short knife at his waist, and stood frozen on the spot and stopped moving. He stared at the scarlet face of the giant,

With emotionless eyes, he heard his companion let out a frightening scream. His companion dropped the knife in his hand, turned around and ran back.

The giant's speed was so fast that he couldn't even see clearly. He only caught a glimpse of a black shadow, and death passed him by. The war mason slowly turned his head and saw that his companion had disappeared - his lower body was falling on the ground.

The ground was twitching constantly.

The war mason turned his head and swallowed. The giant's oppressive and emotionless voice came from above: "Your name."

"Crofts Dale." I don't know why, but at this time, he actually spoke clearly and pronounced accurately. It was completely different from his usual slurred speech.

"very good."

The giant nodded and threw out a blood-stained helmet. Crofts picked it up tremblingly and found that it had the coat of arms of the Blood Sons Chapter printed on it, and a one-handed sword inserted into the corpse. He immediately

Understood something, and the giant then said slowly.

"Go back and tell your leader - I have killed them all. There is no point in sending more people to die. If he doesn't believe it, just try it. Remember my name, Cronus Tiberius

.”

"you can go now."

After receiving the permission, Crofts ran back with the slightly deformed helmet tightly in his arms. He ran not far from where they were stationed before he dared to look back. His lungs were burning and he was gasping for breath.

It's hard to breathe.

The giant didn't come after him. After realizing this, he was obviously relieved. But he still didn't dare to relax, and he didn't dare to relax completely until he entered the camp.

Inside Swain's tent.

"You mean, he said that he killed all the Blood Sons alone?"

"That's absolutely true, my lord!"

Swain stared at the deformed helmet still stained with blood on his desk. The simple lines that were once full of power had long been deformed and curved. Only the coat of arms on the top of the helmet could still be seen. It did belong to the Blood Sons Chapter.

Standard helmet.

"one person......"

He tapped his fingers on the table and seemed to be lost in thought. Not long after, Crofts, who was kneeling, heard him say: "Go out and have a good rest."

After waiting for the mason to exit the tent, he clapped his hands. The guard came in again, and Swain asked: "Is he telling the truth?"

"He didn't lie." the guard replied.

"One man defeated... No, not defeated. Instead, he killed all 432 fully armed dragon lizard cavalry. What kind of force is this?"

"I'm afraid General Thane will never be like this again." Swain said in awe, but in the next second, the unique Noxian respect for the strong disappeared from his face, leaving only

Bottomless peace.

"Unfortunately, they are enemies."

"What's more... Crofts did not lie, but that person is not sure." He laughed and made a gesture. The guard nodded, and he knew that the attack was about to begin.

The Noxian invasion will not be canceled or postponed—but it can be brought forward.

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"They are going to launch a general attack."

He Shenyan's voice sounded in Kronos' mind again, and Astartes stood quietly on the hill. Hearing this, he frowned: "Where are the civilians in the city?"

"What, do you think I'm sleeping?" the mage asked. "The matter is very clear. Their Council of Elders are not fools either... How can we fight against a martial arts gym with just a few closed-door temple practitioners?"

The elite troops that crossed Noxus? They have already evacuated."

"That's good."

Cronus nodded and said no more words.

"I have no hope in your plan, Kronos."

"You have to give it a try. Their lives should not be wasted under my sword."

The conversation did not last long, and soon, the ground began to rumble and tremble.

The first to arrive were the warg cavalry. Wargs are much smaller than dragon lizards, and their combat effectiveness is naturally inferior to those wild beasts that only a few elites can ride, but they are extremely numerous and easy to breed.

After several generations of Noxian improvements, it has become quite adaptable to the battlefield environment.

It's not just talk about how many ants kill an elephant.

The dark group gradually filled the horizon not far from Kronos. The torches were raised, and the Astartes stood alone, his right hand on the chain sword at his waist, breathing quietly.

Astartes could see that behind the Warg Cavalry, there were more and more various types of troops rushing towards this direction at a leisurely pace. Not long after, a tall man emerged from the silent black army.

Walked out of the array.

He rode forward slowly on horseback. He came to a stop not far from Astartes, without even bringing any soldiers with him. Judging from his clothes, this man must be the commander of this army.

remarkably brave.

"Unknown warrior - you said you killed everyone in the Blood Sons Chapter?" he shouted loudly.

Cronus didn't need to raise his voice, he just nodded lightly, and his voice resounded like thunder across the plain: "It's me."

"How do you prove that?"

"Why do you need proof? Just let your army charge towards me - but I want to remind you that you are destined to fail in this war. If you retreat now, you can preserve the lives of your soldiers for a higher-level goal.

effort."

The man did not answer this sentence, he added: "Your armor, I am sure I have never seen this kind of forging process. It is like nature, there is no gap...and your body shape, you are not

Ionians."

"Yes, I'm not."

"Then why sacrifice for them? Why not join us, warrior. With your power, you can get anything you want in Noxus!"

What he said was sincere, but Cronus only thought that this man was a lunatic - how could there be any reason for an enemy commander to recruit enemy soldiers on the battlefield? What's more, he had already sacrificed himself for a more noble goal.

all of.

"You can't give me what I want."

"Impossible!" the man said categorically. "Noxus is the most powerful empire in the world! No matter what you want, we can give it to you. And we are by no means the kind of blind expansion.

people—we are here to spread the ideals of Noxus throughout the world."

"We do not kill civilians, surrendered soldiers, or domestic animals. We do not destroy cities, burn, kill, and loot. We have only one goal: to eliminate those false kings!"

"They have nothing, and the blood of their ancestors has been shamed because of them. Without that noble surname, they have nothing left. But even so, they can rely on their own status to enslave others at will. But Nuo

Texas is different. In our country, there is no difference between a nobleman and a former slave!"

"They are all citizens of Noxus!"

"Kings use worldly authority to force them to kneel, but Noxus wants them to stand!"

It's too idealistic. Even in the empire, oppression still exists all the time. But what he said is right - if this is really the case.

Astarte shook his head. He knew that he did not need to waste any more words. The other party was obviously someone who was willing to sacrifice everything for this ideal, and he was the same.

It seems that killing is inevitable.

He pulled out the chain sword from his waist, and the machine spirit let out a cry of joy, and the saw teeth began to rotate again. Kronos's thunderous voice boomed across the plains, and even the soldiers could hear it clearly.

Chu: "It's useless to talk more, let the war begin."

The man's expression became cold. He stopped talking and returned to the battle formation. Not long after, the black mass began to attack him. Their purpose was very clear, to attack Cronus behind him.

The Presidio turned a blind eye and rushed towards him - obviously, they wanted to kill him first.

Can it be done?

The warg cavalry took the lead, followed by the heavily armed sword and shield infantry. Then came the legion equipped with large shields and spears. Obviously, they wanted to let the flexible warg cavalry consume his physical strength first, forming a

Encirclement. After the first wave of charges passed, soldiers with swords and shields came forward to continue to narrow the encirclement, and then used their invulnerable spears and large shields to completely eliminate him.

It's a good tactic... and it doesn't use archers or trebuchets, so it's obviously a reservation.

Kronos laughed.

He did not retreat but advanced, and actually began to countercharge against the astonishingly powerful warg cavalry. At the same time, Astartes' voice sounded again: "A piece of advice: use your archers!"

A distance of several hundred meters is just a blink of an eye for a Space Marine who starts charging, and the warg cavalry closest to him can now really feel the size of the giant in front of him. It's far away,

He couldn't see clearly. But once he got close - Gods above.

The wind blew across his face, and he looked in awe at the warrior who was the physical embodiment of war, and then held the hand ax in his hand tighter.

Then, his life came to an end.

A chainsaw brutally penetrated him through the chest, and the bone stubble and pieces of meat brought out were thrown away by the high-speed rotating chain saw, and the sharp bone stubble even flew out, causing secondary damage. Facing him

Kronos did not dodge the torrent rushing towards him. He grabbed the warg who had just lost his master with his left hand, crushed its hard head to pieces, and then——!

Death's scythe began to spin around him.

Wargs are covered in hard armor. Although it cannot be said to be very hard, it is at least a type of armor. They are not small in size and have hard bones. All these conditions are supported by the inhuman power of Kronos.

, allowing this dead warg to enjoy the glory that it had never had before during its lifetime.

With just one strike, seventeen of the Warg Cavalry were killed.

This was not over yet. Astartes stepped heavily on the ground with one foot. The splashed mud and stones obscured the sight of a cunning warg trying to attack his side. Then, it heard the chain sword.

The roar.

"Come!"

Cronus chanted this word and transformed into the physical embodiment of death among the crowd. Although he fundamentally hated such killings, these loyal warriors obeyed their commander's orders and attacked him.

Then, this is a war.

A true Astartes has only one attitude when facing war: victory or death.

Soon, the first wave of charges ended.

There are only ten remaining warg cavalry left. They will gather behind the Astartes and then launch a second wave of charges. At the same time, the sword and shield phalanx has also surrounded them. They are wearing fine chainmail armor.

The shield in their hands was solid and reliable, and the long sword shone with cold light. But none of this gave them an advantage against the Astartes.

Those are weapons prepared for mortal warfare, and Cronus is not among them.

He could already see the wavering expressions on the faces of some soldiers, and an atmosphere of hesitation began to spread in the battle formation. Although he had not actually come into contact with Cronus, his actions of killing the cavalry were noticed by these soldiers.

With a panoramic view, the easy killing as easy as eating and drinking has made some people see their own death.

And this is the difference between a true warrior and a coward.

A soldier tapped his shield with his long sword and shouted loudly: "That giant wants to try our skills! Let's show him! The sword and shield phalanx of the Rock Legion is ready to perform 'decapitation'!"

Ah, you also have corresponding tactics against large enemies, very good, very good.

Dozens of soldiers gathered around him, and they circled Kronos. Although he could have dealt with the encirclement with a simple shoulder bump or a swing of his sword, he did not do so. He wanted to see what they could do.

To what extent.

Those dozens of soldiers walked at strange and light steps, and more and more soldiers emerged from behind them. At a certain point, they all launched an attack on Astartes.

Some people hit his joints with the hard horns of their shields, while others stabbed his eye sockets with long swords. Some even tied his arms with ropes they found from nowhere.

With his thighs, more than a dozen people outside the encirclement pulled his arms with all their strength. If this series of actions were all effective, it was obvious that Kronos' death was inevitable.

But they won't succeed.

The shield was shattered on his armor, the long sword was broken, and the rope was easily broken by him. Cronus waved the chain sword in his right hand, and took away the lives of five people with a simple and light swing, and blood was splashed.

And came out. At the same time, he shouted loudly: "Really! Soldiers! You must fight me with the idea of ​​​​or success or failure!"

He actually started to kill while instructing these people on how to fight against warriors like him: "Contain! Throw down your shield! That has no effect on me. Do you think holding a shield will make you live longer?

?"