Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"What is your name?"

Lictor stood at the designated transmission location. When faced with Ezekiel's question, he just replied calmly: "You don't need to know my name, you just need to give me an order - now, I am under your command.

"

"I see."

Ezekiel nodded and put on his helmet during the countdown at the center of the magic circle. He covered his face with bright red tears. The next second, they disappeared from the spot.

There was an alarm from the eyepiece in his field of vision, and the pressure index was rising rapidly. But it was still within the acceptable range. The familiar tightness made Ezekiel let out a sigh of relief. There was a solid touch on the soles of his feet, and he knew that,

They have arrived at the center of the enemy.

He took a deep breath, his lips and teeth collided, and his roar resounded through the breathing grille into the sky: "For the Emperor! Kill him!"

They appeared in the center of the enemy, less than 500 meters away from the damn wizard - for the Astartes, this distance could not even be considered non-existent.

Lictor acted the fastest. His weapon disappeared when it was collected. What he was holding at this time was just an ordinary power sword. The weapon that was temporarily manufactured by the emergency production line on the Revenge did not even exist.

There was time to carve a human skull and an Imperial double-headed eagle.

But in his hands, it is still a deadly weapon.

Cutting flesh and breaking bones, decapitating heads and breaking hearts. No traitor could stand a single move under his hand. Most of those Chaos traitors who completely fell to Slaanesh were easily dismembered by the power sword without even being able to see his movements.

The shield captain's skill was so powerful that it even frightened them - only Lictor himself knew that he had not yet used his full strength.

He was wielding the sword with anger. This anger originated from his hatred for the traitors, from his shame of being "collected", and from his unwillingness to fail in his mission.

Seeing this scene, Ezekiel quickly adjusted his tactics. With Lictor as his blade, he and his brothers formed a tactical team behind Lictor. Any traitor who tried to get close or attack Lictor with firepower would be killed.

They called names with their bolters, a tactic that was extremely effective.

In just three minutes, they left stumps of limbs and broken arms all over the place, and advanced all the way to the wizard as if they were entering an uninhabited land.

"Stop your pathetic ritual of depravity, traitor!" Ezekiel shouted sharply. "Maybe in this way, I will grant you a merciful death."

The man didn't speak. He looked like a thin old man, with only the whites of his eyes left. A purple light shone from the inside out on his old skin, which looked strange and ominous.

Ezekiel made a gesture, and a brother behind him who had been preparing for a long time immediately pulled the trigger. The bolt gun roared, and the bullet smashed the old man's head and upper body together - it went so smoothly that he didn't even dare

believe.

"No, that's not right."

Lictor said suddenly. He rushed forward suddenly and slashed the power sword into the air behind the old man.

"clang!"

The sound of gold and iron was heard, and a voice chuckled. The sound was so upsetting, and the malice contained in it made the muscles of Ezekiel's arm holding the sword begin to tremble.

A figure emerged from the darkness. No one knew how long he had been standing there. It was as if he had always existed behind the old man since the beginning of the world. There was nothing disharmonious about the scene emerging from the air.

He chuckled, and the screaming human faces on the breastplate squirmed uneasily. The monster's ugly hairless face was covered with scars, and a mouth that had lost its lips and was full of sharp teeth protruded.

Long tongue.

He licked his chin and said thoughtfully: "Oh... you are a Custodes?"

"This is awesome!"

The monster shouted excitedly, and swung the sharp alien knife in its hand, changing its moves in the air at a tricky angle, forcing Lictor to retreat a little.

He chuckled: "You will definitely become one of my best collections... Honey, let's have a game? How about that?"

At the same time, his left hand twisted. The flesh-colored tentacles were mixed with a sharp metal color like a blade, and instantly transformed into a terrifying alien tentacle.

Lictor said nothing. The shield captain knew that any words would make them happy when dealing with such a traitor. Silence is the highest form of contempt.

He clenched his power sword, stopped the third company who wanted to help him, and pointed to the sky. Ezekiel immediately understood - it was time to call for sky support. Just when he wanted to contact the Revenge immediately through the communication channel

, but Givadoron stopped him.

"Don't do that," he said. "I know that thing."

He said with great solemnity: "That is Lucius the Immortal, we cannot kill him."

"What?"

Givadoron repeated: "We can't kill him... This bastard has died many times, and every time he is killed, he will be resurrected from the body of the person who killed him. We must find another way."

Ezekiel trusted him, so he naturally had to pay attention to the experience of a veteran with ten thousand years of experience. So, he asked: "So, what should we do?"

"The shield captain should know about Lucius. He is very cautious. Let's clean up the other traitors first and don't let others disturb them."

the other side.

"I can ignore your little tricks. Anyway, I don't like these people. It has nothing to do with me if they are all dead."

The monster yawned, and the saber in his hand danced lightly. It was hard to believe that such swordsmanship could come from a monster. He pointed at himself and said politely: "I am Lucius, and you,

what's your name?"

Lictor still didn't speak, he just stared at Lucius coldly.

The smile on Lucius's face disappeared: "Don't talk, are you? It doesn't matter. When you and I become one, you will tell me everything sooner or later, my dear."

"clang!"

The sword blades collided again, and Lictor's steps were as steady as a rock. Lucius's ugly and terrifying appearance and his endless blasphemies did not affect him in the slightest. He swung the sword - swung the sword, and then swung the sword again. Perfect.

Blocked every attack of Lucius.

If it were an ordinary weapon, the power sword in his hand would have cut the opponent into two pieces with the sword and the person. But that saber was obviously blessed by Slaanesh, not to mention the strange purple light on it.

, this knife would sometimes disappear suddenly into the air, causing Lictor a lot of trouble.

However, he can still hold on.

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The smell of burning human bodies was pungent and unpleasant. Fulgrim stood in the empty square with his bare hands. This was supposed to be a fountain square in a wealthy area, but at this time, the fountain spurted out blood. The sculpture also

They were replaced by civilians who were skinned and fixed with steel bars.

The road was filled with blood and minced meat, and all kinds of blasphemous sights and sentences filled their surroundings.

Fulgrim reached out and picked up a piece of gravel from the ground - he was not at the same point where Angron teleported, which was good, lest he be angry to death by that reckless man.

He strolled to the front of the square like a leisurely stroll, and then gently threw the stone in his hand.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the stone friction and heat in the air made a huge sound that could almost pierce a human's eardrum. The original body's huge strength and his anger easily smashed the upper body of a Chaos traitor.

The opponent's lower body swayed on the ground twice, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

His companion, a Chaos Astartes who was injecting turbid liquid into his neck, stopped and seemed not to realize what was happening. He turned around and saw a giant approaching him from the darkness.

"Stop there."

Fulgrim's voice sounded calm, and a gleam of light condensed in his hands. Sol Tarvitz's power sword emerged in his hands. His steps were heavy but graceful, until he completely emerged from the darkness.

When the body was transformed, the Slaanesh traitor fell into a sluggish state.

"You-" His voice sounded as if someone had blocked their throat with something, which was very consistent with what they would usually do.

Fulgrim stared at him.

He did not wave his sword or speak. He just stood there and looked at his rebellious heir quietly. The other man's ugly and scarred face was trembling, and his flesh was trembling. Fulgrim could see that he

I want to close my eyes.

But he couldn't do it because he had already cut off his eyelids.

"Dang Cang——"

The traitor suddenly let go of his hand and threw the sword wrapped in thorns on the ground. The pain he originally relied on for survival and the potion in his hand that could convert pain into pleasure were no longer important, and his whole body began to tremble.

In the eye sockets that could not be closed, the bloodshot eyeballs trembled uneasily.

Fulgrim still stood calmly.

"I, I, the original body - I..."

He knelt on the ground, and his tear glands, which had long since lost their function, began to sting wildly. Streams of blood flowed from his eyes, and finally, he lowered his head.

"I'm sorry, Primarch."

"rest in peace."

Fulgrim closed his eyes and swung his sword. He heard a sigh of contentment - not out of anticipation of the ultimate thrill of death, but out of the quietness after all this was finally released.

The phoenix walked past his dead heir, no one knew what he was thinking.

Behind him, golden flames began to spread.

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"He has appeared, He has appeared!"

One of the Tech-Priests kept repeating. He didn't even use his favorite binary language, he just kept repeating this sentence. Most of his companions did the same, which made the commander extremely bored.

He grabbed the other party's collar, and his pupils turned golden at some point: "Stop your behavior, Father Lagetinos, we are not out of danger yet!"

"Oh...oh?" Father Ragtinos came back to his senses, and the modified mechanical prosthetic eyes flashed red, and he nodded: "I understand, Commander Inser, you

What do we need to do?”

"Originally, I wanted you to plant high-power explosives...but it's no longer needed now," Insel said.

"We must go to the bottom immediately, where the soldiers are resisting tenaciously. Just now, my people reported to me that many mortal soldiers suddenly possess extraordinary powers, which greatly relieves the pressure on the front.

.So, I think this battle still has to be fought. Where are your things? Are you ready?"

"This is natural." Father Lagetinos nodded slowly and rhythmically. His mechanical prosthetic limbs moved extremely fast on the ground, almost at the same speed as the trotting Insel. As he spoke,

, he took out a small red square from his robe, which looked extremely delicate.

Father Lagetinos held it cherished and said softly: "But I hope we don't use it. This is a blasphemy against the God of All Machines..."

It's strange that you still have something you find blasphemous.

While running, Inser glanced at the priest. He was still immersed in that miraculous scene and couldn't extricate himself. Inser understood him, but couldn't tolerate him. Although he himself found it incredible, it made people burst into tears.

.

But the planet's strong vibrations just now made him wonder whether the traitors had planned a more dangerous blasphemous plan - they were the followers of Slaanesh, and this group of lunatics was the most despicable. For Insel, if he had to,

He chooses his opponents. He would rather fight ten followers of Khorne at the same time than one follower of Slaanesh.

At least, the berserkers who believe in Khorne are still willing to fight you head-on and win with dignity.

They quickly returned to the ground floor, and the first thing they saw was a huge factory. Many Astartes were running between the walls, driving the servitors to reinforce the walls as shelters. One of them saw his arrival and hurriedly greeted him.

came over: "Commander, the battle line has stabilized!"

He said with some incredulity: "Those Cardians are simply...The Emperor forgives me, but I have never seen such mortals in my life. Ten of them actually killed three traitors."

Insel glanced at the Imperial Inquisitor in the distance without leaving any trace. The other party seemed very tired and ignored their affairs.

He immediately lowered his voice, stepped aside to make way for the servitors, and let them do their thing, and then said: "Be careful. The people of the Tribunal will definitely have to settle accounts later, and we must protect these mortal soldiers."

"What? But they also witnessed that scene with their own eyes. This is the emperor's apparition!"

"It is, but what if someone doesn't want it to be?"

Insel's words made his subordinate narrow his eyes, and his hand was already on the chain sword at his waist. Insel patted him and motioned him to relax. The political struggle within the empire was extremely cruel, dark and inexorable.

There are too many secrets to tell. This behavior of the Inquisition is not surprising.

You know, not all judges are loyal to the Tribunal.

"What's the situation on the front lines now?"

"The front is stable, and a huge commotion seems to have broken out behind the enemy. A group of soldiers who had just evacuated from the surface said they saw a huge flying dragon soaring in the sky."

"Flying Dragon?"

Yinsel frowned, and after thinking to no avail, he decided to let the matter go.