Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Gang-hopping wars among Astartes are bloody and cruel, and life and death are often just a thin line. But if the other party is a primarch and a ten-thousand-year veteran, then the situation will have to change.

Angron swung out his fist and punched through the breastplate of the Chaos Astartes in front of him. Not only did the opponent feel no pain, he even let out a grunt of pleasure. These people who completely knelt under Slaanesh

The traitors have long been blessed by the evil god. Their armor can not only protect them but also make them feel happy.

No matter what attack it is, as long as it lands on the armor, it will bring them strong sensory stimulation and enjoy the joy of becoming an immortal.

——So Angron scowled and tore him in half alive. Half of the guy's sickly body fell to the ground, and there was still a breath left. Half of his head rolled out of the helmet and fell to the deck, his mouth

Opening and closing, the strange proliferative tissues exposed made Angron lift his feet.

Paji.

Compared to Angron, Givadoron's battle was much simpler. He held a chainsword and faced the siege of two Emperor's Children. He seemed to be in danger, but in fact he was in danger at every step. After a sword attack, Ji was defeated.

Valdoron took a step forward calmly, and the chain sword in his hand blocked the opponent's right arm when he drew back the blade.

A trace of a grin appeared on his face, and a flying arm was reflected in the scarlet eyepiece - before the emperor in front of him could react to what happened, he fell to the ground washed away by strong sensory stimulation. Jiwa

Doron glanced at him with disdain, and the old chain sword in his hand roared, and he chopped off his head with one sword.

After doing all this, Givadoron's movements did not stop. He raised his left arm and let his left shoulder armor block the bolt gun in the hand of the remaining emperor. The opponent's accuracy could only be described as touching.

Valdoron didn't know if he'd lost his nerve from being addicted to drugs over the years, but he didn't care.

Two seconds later, he rushed in front of the emperor's son, with a piece of pale human skin hanging on his chest, which was full of blasphemous words. Givadoron bared his teeth, and a familiar anger filled his face.

Soaring in his heart: "The Emperor Zhuzhu's ambition..."

"The hole destroys the monsters!"

His roar resounded endlessly in the communication channel. Angron glanced at him approvingly, jumped up lightly, landed in the crowd of Emperor's Children, and began to attack with their firepower and weapons.

Kill, kill. The emperors were horrified to find that their bolt guns had no effect on this shirtless man.

Most of the bullets were dodged by him without warning, while the few bullets that were lucky enough to hit him were firmly blocked by the light blue shield that emerged from his body, and were reflected after a pause.

The bullets fired from their own guns actually killed many of them.

Although the opponent was using his bare hands, every blow could directly tear through their power armor. Some people were not even qualified to enjoy the pain, and their heads were beaten alive.

He Shenyan walked out of the opening of the bridge. He briefly observed the situation and had no intention of joining this disparate battle - in his opinion, Angron's victory was inevitable.

He didn't think that these anti-human wastes who were addicted to pleasure had any chance of winning. Frankly speaking, among the four evil gods, he despised Slaanesh and his followers the most.

Sure enough, the battle ended after five minutes. The Chaos warband composed of thirty-two Emperor's sons looked like weak babies in front of Angron and Givadoron, and were easily killed.

Givadoron stood there, with the broken corpses of five emperors lying at his feet. The chest of one of them was completely cut open by him with his chain sword, and the diseased internal organs flowed all over the floor. He stopped the chain saw in silence.

Sword, hanging it back on the buckle on the waist, feeling relaxed as never before.

He turned his head and saw that his original body was already talking to the mage.

"Well played."

"Your spells are crucial." Angron nodded to him calmly, without taking the credit for himself.

"It was you who forced them to fight with us, and your shield. Otherwise, even if I was hit by a bolt gun at close range without wearing power armor, I would still have to drink a lot."

The exchange of blows ended because the mage shook his head. He raised his right hand and pointed at a broken star not far away: "It's not over yet, my friend."

"Um?"

"Look at that star."

He Shenyan didn't say much, and just asked him to observe the star. Angron didn't think his eyesight was good enough to stand on the spacecraft and directly observe the surface of another planet, but he still did it. Sure enough,

He felt a warmth coming from the surface of his eyeballs, and then the picture from his retina quickly changed.

The overwhelming demons and traitors, and the blasphemous things that came out of nightmares were mixed together, and they were madly attacking the only remaining fortress on the broken land. There were still resisting artillery fire coming from this monastery-style fortress, but

According to Angron's observation, there was no way they could save themselves.

Their heavy firepower was all destroyed by the demons in the position not far away. The defensive artillery was already unable to deal with the demons in the sky, let alone the demon troops pouring in from the ground like a tide. There were only a dozen or so.

The Astartes stood on the towering walls of the monastery, directing the mortal auxiliaries to run around.

The feeling of warmth disappeared, Angron turned his head and heard the mage say: "Can you see clearly?"

He nodded, his expression once again enveloped in gloom and anger: "...Is there anything we can do?"

"Yes, yes." The mage closed his eyes. "But after finishing this job, I have to rest for a while - about three days."

Before Angron and Givadoron understood what he meant, they saw the mage raise his right hand. He closed his eyes and smiled, muttering to himself: "Since it can't be teleported over long distances, then I'll let it come."

Givadoron suddenly felt that his alloy-like bones were rattling under the load. He took off his helmet unbearably, and blood poured out of his nose. He shook his head uncomfortably, feeling dizzy.

, even about to faint.

Angron was much calmer than him, but he still clenched his fists, as if he was trying to resist something. The original body's eyes were still calm, but they seemed to have some kind of expectation.

He Shenyan opened his eyes, and dazzling red light erupted from his eyes. Magic power exploded crazily, almost forming a physical explosion in the soundless vacuum - the wreckage of the spacecraft and planet fragments floating in space were all around.

Everything was completely annihilated in an instant. Seeing this scene, Angron had no doubt that if he was among them, the end would not be much better.

"Come!"

Givaduolun heard He Shenyan's roar, and the star that seemed not far away but was actually extremely far away was actually dragged in front of them alive by his pulling in the next second!

The mage laughed maniacally: "Fuck the inability to teleport and the spell restrictions!"

He turned his head and stared at Givadoron and Angron with his scarlet eyes: "Get ready!"

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"Tell your third company to go to the west wall to hold up the city wall. Hajirod, I don't want to hear any excuses. Even if it means death, I will die on the city wall! Do you understand!?"

An officer looked like he was mad and roared angrily at his subordinates. His subordinates remained silent and silently endured the anger of their superior. Then they saluted and ran away silently.

He did not tell his commander that only fifty-eight men of the third company were dead. Hajirod originally wanted to ask his commander for support, but when he saw that there was only one leg left and half of his face was covered with wounds.

When the officer was burned and even the bandage on his chest was still bleeding, he couldn't say these words.

Hajirod knew that they were at the last moment and would soon face death. Where could they find support?

As a light infantry regiment, this is all they can do - the other Astra Militarum troops with heavy firepower formations have long been dead, and their heavy firepower positions have been taken care of by the demons. Hajirod does not know this.

Can it be considered a weird joke?

The officer was still panting on the spot. He stretched out his hand and took out a tube of injection from his waist, and stabbed it hard on his neck. After a few seconds, his face became pale and his physical strength seemed to have recovered.

A little. The price is that he will die in an hour, but that doesn't matter anymore.

The regimental commander was dead, the political commissar was dead, and only four of the ten who died in a row were left, and even he, a high-ranking officer, was left. There were heavy footsteps behind him, and the officer knew without looking back that it was

His angel of death has come.

A cold, heavy, processed voice said to him amidst the roars of the demons: "Captain, my brothers and I are ready."

The captain turned his head, and an Astartes stood behind him. His own face was reflected in the scarlet eyepiece: a face full of anger and unwillingness.

"There is a secret road beneath the monastery, my lord——"

Astartes interrupted him calmly: "——There is no need for this. To evacuate is to escape. We are by no means cowards."

There was even a smile in his voice. Although it was still cold, it made the captain feel a certain honor: "Let's not talk about whether it can be successful. You and your soldiers are fighting bloody battles, how can we

Abandoning you and running away? Many more enemies died in your hands than we did! We are not satisfied with this."

The captain still wanted to make the final struggle: "But, sir, you are His angels of death, and we are just mortals..."

Astartes looked at him quietly: "Sacrifice is the cornerstone of the empire, and mortals are the ones who have sacrificed the most for the empire. You are the cornerstone of the empire, don't hesitate any longer. I have seen your commanding ability.

Order, Captain - we will obey your command and kill more blasphemies before we die."

The captain took a deep breath. He never thought that he would have such an opportunity and be able to command a team of Astartes.

This feeling of recognition soon faded from his heart, replaced by coldness and identification - yes, our death is a foregone conclusion, our lives are the emperor's currency, and for this reason, we must make ourselves

Death is worth more!

He said: "The third company on the western wall has just requested support from us. How many usable Astartes do you have?"

"Seventeen."

"Okay, please assign five people to go to the west wall."

"You all heard it." Astartes said. He patted the grille of his breathing vent: "Those who are close to the west wall, report to me."

Five people spoke in the communication channel one after another.

"Rhodes Report."

"The Guilmond Report."

"The Harrow Report."

"Temple Report."

"The Harlan Report."

Astartes nodded: "Very good, the five of you will go to the west wall to support the mortal soldiers there."

The captain frowned, and the sound of the roar of artillery fire made his left ear a little deaf. He said loudly: "Please - God, what is that?!"

Astartes looked up and saw that the ominous and cloudy sky above them seemed to be torn apart. A huge thundercloud came from nowhere and slowly condensed into a vortex in the sky. Not yet.

As soon as he said anything, a huge golden lightning fell from the sky and struck the plain near the monastery.

The earth trembled and the mountains shook. With quick eyesight and quick hands, Astartes grabbed the captain who was about to fall.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the sky again. The rumbling thunder began to sound continuously, and lightning struck near the monastery one after another with the thunder. The besieging demons were either vaporized on the spot, or were killed in the subsequent chain lightning.

is turned into coke.

His eyepiece began to magnify, helping him accurately capture the ground struck by lightning - the golden flames were burning crazily on the land polluted by demons. As long as it touched a little, those demons would immediately die in pain.

"this......."

The captain seemed to have lost the ability to speak. Astartes placed him on the ground steadily, but his tone sounded extremely fanatical: "This is His power!"

His voice channel began to hear the somewhat rude yelling of his brothers. Some shouted the emperor's name wildly, while others roared to vent their emotions. The mortal soldiers were not much different, and some even began to waste ammunition.

, venting their anger towards the demon corpse under the city wall - this behavior was quickly stopped by their commander.

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning struck again, hitting the center of the fortress, but it did not cause any damage to the monastery. A shirtless giant and another smaller Astartes wearing red armor stood on the city wall.

Astartes stepped forward and made an eagle salute: "Third Captain of the Crimson Blade Chapter, Ezekiel."

The giant glanced at him, especially at the bright red teardrop with two white wings on his chest for a while, and then nodded coldly: "You can call me Angry...

Without further ado, let’s start finishing.”