Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

His identity is a mystery, but his strength is powerful.

One is suspected to be the original body, and the other is wearing a broken mk3 type power armor. It is very likely that he is a veteran of ten thousand years.

This was what Ezekiel thought of the two mysterious men, but considering the way they appeared and the lightning clouds still bombarding the demons on the ground overhead, he said nothing.

Everyone has secrets, even him and his brothers.

Their counter-propulsion has been underway for three hours. For the Astartes, a three-hour battle is not even a warm-up - but if they are fighting warp demons, that is a different matter.

But from the beginning of the battle to now, no one in Ezekiel's communication channel has lost contact.

They succeeded even a little too much.

Most of the demons are being wiped out from the ground bit by bit by countless lightnings falling from the sky. The demons who survived by chance not only have to be prepared for the attacks that may come at any time, but also have to carefully avoid the golden flames on the ground. If they get caught

One point and they will die immediately.

Ezekiel can say this - he has never fought such a smooth battle. The demons he encounters are all two or three kittens, and they can be easily destroyed by them. He and his brothers formed a sharp horn shape,

Pushing forward steadily. Compared to their cautious approach, the self-proclaimed angry giant was much more wild.

His war cry could sometimes even overwhelm the thunder. Ezekiel could no longer capture him and the warrior, and could only judge their general location through his war cry.

Ezekiel had quite a few objections to this method of fighting, but before the anti-clearance campaign began, Ezekiel insisted on having two people alone to carry out this method of fighting, which in his opinion was almost seeking death. When he wanted to raise some objections,

At that moment, the veteran wearing mk3 power armor took a step forward, staring at him without saying anything.

They stared at each other for five minutes, and finally, Ezekiel compromised - he couldn't stop the man from dying, not to mention, he really felt that the giant was a Primarch... That's it.

I don’t know which one it is.

Who is worthy? This slightly blasphemous speculation did not circulate in his mind for too long. Ezekiel quickly focused on the battle, while trying his best not to fall into the fanaticism of the battle.

It is very difficult to find the balance between the two emotions. Fortunately, the third captain of the Crimson Blade has long been used to it.

The power sword in his hand is precise and ruthless, completely abandoning long-range firepower. The battle brothers behind him are his most reliable backing. As a vanguard, Ezekiel uses the power sword in his hand to sow his death for the Emperor, and behind him

The brothers are responsible for venting the emperor's anger with the bolt guns in their hands.

On the other side, Angron's fighting methods are actually more wild than Ezekiel thought.

He was so wild that even Givadoron could not keep up with him, and this was the result of Angron's deliberate control.

He didn't know when a giant ax made of lightning appeared in his hand. The cruel arc was exaggerated and had a certain kind of beauty. There was no trace of the blasphemy from the demons on the constantly buzzing ax blade.

Blood - because they will be completely vaporized the moment they are chopped.

Angron's expression was calm and unwavering, even though he had just killed a Khorne demon, who was still staring at him before he died, as if he had seen something unreasonable.

This kind of emotion is extremely rare for the demon army of Khorne. After all, they are all madmen who only know how to pursue blood and killing.

A voice sounded in his mind, it was He Shenyan, with a little helplessness: "Do you know how difficult it is to stop a demon soul that is about to return to the subspace?"

"what happened?"

"It saw your face - although I don't know why this thing still has memories of you in its chaotic mind, but, Angron, if you don't want to be approached by a large number of Khorne demonic armies so soon,

I suggest you cover your face."

"No." Angron refused. "It's just——"

He swung the axe, and lightning extended from the ax blade. It twisted on the ground for several meters and then burst into flames. It bound a Slaanesh demon as if it had self-awareness. The lightning made it scream in pain. Even if it came from

Its chaotic nature's pursuit of pain cannot allow it to gain any pleasure from this experience.

This discovery frightened him.

A smile appeared on Angron's face: "——A group of——"

The ax fell, and the thing was split in half by him. The lightning then completely vaporized it: "——It's just a mob!"

"Tsk, do whatever you want."

Although he said this, there was a smile in the mage's voice. Angron became more and more sure of his feelings. This mysterious mage may be the same type of person as him in terms of fighting, and both are keen on it.

See the death of your enemies and take pleasure in doing so.

"By the way..." the mage's voice became distant and ethereal. "You'd better pay attention to your steps later. I can't pay attention to your position in a large-scale spell based on planets."

"What are you going to do?"

"I want to turn this star into a ship..." he said.

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The cultists were shattered one by one - literally shattered, their bodies exploded, and blood and pieces of flesh covered the dirty ground, making the smell here even worse.

But the instigator remained unmoved at all, his hand holding the gun remained steady, killing cultists one after another with precision like a machine.

His shooting habit was very deadly. He only hit the head or heart, but the firepower of the bolt gun was incredibly powerful. Within forty seconds, all seventy-eight cultists were dead, and no one was spared.

The traitor's scattered response shots didn't even scratch his armor.

After reloading, he put down his bolter and walked out of the darkness. The shaky light overhead illuminated a gloomy face. Frank Custer moved his neck and counted silently in his heart.

Number 18,742.

This was the third day he came to the bottom of Terra. Frank started a bloody massacre here. I don’t know how many mutants, gangs, cultists or other things died under his gun. Frank passed by

The modified brain that became extremely sensitive even allowed him to memorize the number of killings.

He doesn't know why he wants to remember numbers, maybe it's just a hobby or a habit.

The pungent smell of blood and engine oil broke into his nostrils. Frank turned his head, raised his bolt gun and aimed it at the crooked metal wall in front of him, which was covered with blasphemous sentences in blood. Frank squinted carefully and read

took a look.

Worthless.

It was just the ravings of some madmen, old-fashioned and without any new ideas. He pulled the trigger, and the bolt gun was raised sharply, giving him perfect feedback. The bolt bullets propelled by the rocket hit the metal wall seven times.

All of a sudden, a huge black hole was created.

He turned around and left, returned the same way, and returned to his dressing place half an hour later. A female Imperial Inquisitor was waiting for him there, and it seemed that she had been here for a while.

Frank looked at her coldly and asked, "What's the matter?"

The judge raised his head and looked at him. Her left eye was a prosthetic eye, and half of her face had scars left after being burned. However, this did not detract from her beauty, but instead added a different kind of temperament. Unfortunately, everyone present

Neither of them would care about this kind of thing.

She said: "New orders, my lord."

"I am not 'your' lord."

"We have been cooperating for a year. Sir, if nothing happens, it will continue for a long time."

"No one who worked with me is alive." Frank said terrible words, his expression still very calm. "Tell me what the order is."

"It comes from a person named S.R. Although I don't know his identity, this order was issued from the Council of High Lords." She took out a letter from her waist and handed it to Frank.

While Frank was reading, she said: "People in the lower hive have begun to spread legends about you. My lord, do you think this is a good thing?"

"Let them talk, no one has seen me with their own eyes."

Frank read the letter and handed it back. After taking it, the inquisitor directly used the micro flame emitter implanted in the palm of her right hand to burn it into slag. She then said: "Where are we going next?"

He didn't speak and just walked forward. The hive was an extremely large and bloated building structure that could almost be treated as another world. Many people never got out of this dirty and chaotic world until they died. They were now

Located at the bottom of the hive city, this is a place that all hive city residents avoid.

The people who stay here are either criminals or all kinds of shady rats. Countless blasphemous things take root here, threatening everyone's life, even their own.

The order Frank received was from Steve Rogers. He didn't know this Steve, but he respected the one he knew. What's more, the other person was his superior at this time. As a soldier, Frank obeyed

Order.

His killing spree was over—temporarily.

They followed the path back to the upper level of the hive city. Here lived the bureaucrats responsible for managing the daily affairs of the hive city, senior managers of factories, and various important figures related to politics and economy in noble life. The environment was good, and it was already late at night.

A curfew was imposed in Terra and the streets were deserted.

The Inquisitor's high-heeled leather boots and his heavy power armor footsteps brought heavy echoes on the ground, and they soon arrived at the agreed-upon meeting place. An inconspicuous-looking old man squatted under the sculpture in the square.

The cloudy eyes were flickering with flickering light.

Frank stepped aside and gestured for the inquisitor to talk to him - something he had never been good at.

The female inquisitor stepped forward, and the old man's expression quickly became serious. After a long series of mutual confirmations of identity and password exchange, the old man said: "First of all, I would like to express my respect and recognition for the work of the two of you.

Judge Bonavia, your work will undergo some changes in the near future, please pay attention."

"As for you, my lord." He turned his head, looked at Frank, and calmed down before speaking: "Have you read the letter?"

After getting confirmation, he continued: "Tomorrow at 12 noon, a black ship will dock at the fourth sector of the third port. Please be sure to arrive on time. You can be delayed for up to ten minutes. You will see you there.

Someone I want to meet."

"I have finished speaking, the Emperor protects us." The old man said, took out a tube of injection and injected it into his neck. After a convulsion, he turned into a puddle of liquid, and was then cleaned up by the servitors who arrived.

No trace left.

Frank watched all this with cold eyes and said to Bonavia: "Is this how you work? It really opened my eyes."

The female inquisitor didn't pay attention to the little sarcasm in his tone. Only people in the inquisition know that this kind of sacrifice is necessary - no one can guarantee that they will not leak secrets, especially when it comes to this kind of thing. If you don't want to be blamed for yourself

If the empire's plan goes awry, the best way is to return to His throne.

Bonavia clicked her prosthetic eyes, red light flashed, she seemed to be searching for something: "Everyone in the Rebellion Order is ready, death will come sooner or later.

On each of our heads. At that point, loyalty is the only thing we can take with us to His throne."

"Loyalty itself is a reward." She said, turning to look at the tall giant. His pitch-black armor did not even reflect any light, as if he was standing completely in the dark. The white skull on his chest was ferocious and ominous, but it was

A symbol of human purity. "Sacrifice is necessary, my lord."

Frank said nothing. After being here for so long, he still couldn't get used to the disregard for human life shown by this huge empire. Even though he knew that this was to save more people's lives -

However, he never thought that coming here was a bad thing.

They quickly disappeared into the night.

At twelve o'clock at noon the next day, Bonavia appeared at the third port on time. People came and went here, but they were all in an orderly manner. Soldiers of the Imperial Navy, merchants, and traveling nobles' children were the most common people.

Composition. The judge was wearing a black robe and quickly found the ship.

She boarded the ship calmly, and there was a beeping sound coming from the server hanging on her waist. The captain smiled at her. Then not long after, the ship sank suddenly, as if some kind of huge thing was coming.

It seemed like it was coming up. But there was no one else on the deck except Bonavia and the captain in black robes.

They left the port ten minutes later, and Frank finally appeared. The captain looked at him with some fanaticism, his eyes full of faith: "The Emperor is above!"

He made an eagle salute: "Please wait a moment, I swear on the name of my family, I will definitely take you to your destination!"

After he walked into the cab, Frank sighed slightly.