Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The traitors all over the surface of Bandar were easily killed, but one thing made the Ezekiels a little embarrassed.

Apart from the bombing of the Destruction of the Deep, the person who killed the most was Givadoron.

They respect the result, but still inevitably feel disappointed.

But even the best firemen in the 3rd Company couldn't understand how Givadoron managed to hit so many heads with his bolter from hundreds of meters away.

Facing Ezekiel's incomprehensible look, the veteran in the company with two hundred years of combat experience and a reputation for sniping just shook his head in conviction, saying that he was far inferior to him.

In fact, his original words were even more exaggerated.

Well, when it comes to this, no other explanation is needed.

Ezekiel finally called the Destruction of the Depths, asking them to scan the surface again to determine if there were no followers of Slaanesh who had survived. This was necessary to confirm the enemy's situation and perform last-ditch attacks or even write in

training manual.

There is no other way. Almost all the enemies faced by mankind have strong self-healing abilities. If they do not do this, no one can guarantee whether they will die due to a moment of negligence. This is not only required by the training of the Astartes.

, Any imperial army has such regulations.

There was a sound of footsteps.

Ezekiel turned around, and Givadoron was slowly walking towards him. There was the smell of gunpowder smoke all over his body. Not only that, but it seemed to be mixed with something else. It reminded him of a newly dug grave and the smell of gunpowder smoke.

Funeral pyre.

The first company commander of the World-Eating Brave, Givadoron, who had never shown this identity before, took off his old and mottled helmet.

There was no emotion in his eyes, even if he was victorious. He randomly found a stone and sat on the ground, and then began to maintain his weapon. He did it very carefully, but also quickly. It seemed that he was ready for the next attack at any time.

Like a battle.

He does not rejoice in victory.

Ezekiel thought inexplicably, he coughed, and after attracting Givadoron's attention, Ezekiel said solemnly and worriedly: "Brother Givadoron, why are you still like this...

.cold?"

Givadoron raised his head and glanced at him, as if he was looking for the right words. After a long time, he squeezed out a dry sentence: "I just don't think it's necessary."

"No need?"

"This victory is only temporary."

Givadoron said calmly and almost numbly: "Before we truly achieve our goal, any so-called rest is false to me. Rest will only paralyze the mind and make the will weak... I

This state must be maintained, otherwise, I may waste an explosive shell in the next battle."

"I don't want to waste bullets. They are all created with a common mission. Just like us, we are the Emperor's weapons and must kill efficiently and ruthlessly..."

Ezekiel frowned, the state of Givadoron made him feel extremely uneasy - the Astartes usually had superior minds, but there were inevitably times of weakness. The fall often began at this time.

Although he did not think that there was a possibility of Givadoron's corruption, out of concern, Ezekiel reminded him: "But you must rest."

"Even machines will get tired from operating for too long. This is inevitable. My brother, you must maintain your condition so that you can kill more enemies."

Givadoron nodded noncommittally, and the captain's voice came from the communication channel: "Sir, it has been confirmed that there are no enemies on the surface."

"Very good, where are Lord Lictor and that monster?"

"In the cabin on the bottom floor, sir, do you need us to come and help you?"

"No, that's not necessary." Ezekiel glanced at the miniature mission briefing located on the upper right side of his retina, and a line of small golden words slowly appeared on it.

Get ready, the teleport is about to begin. Well done, Ezekiel.

"Do you need anything else?"

"No, Captain, it's not necessary. We have won." There was a smile in Ezekiel's voice, and he could no longer suppress his joy at receiving His praise.

After taking off his own head, blood and war smoke rushed into his nostrils. The familiar smell made him sigh.

"You and your soldiers can celebrate a little. We are about to return to the Revenge via teleportation. See you then."

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"First of all, Your Excellency, I am very grateful for your coming forward, but I must know your identity, otherwise, subsequent cooperation will be nonsense."

Insel did not wear a helmet, and the three golden service nails on the left side of his forehead were shining brightly, setting off his resolute face like a knife. Angron stood opposite him, with his arms folded across his chest, looking down in a more relaxed posture.

With this group of Astartes who call themselves the Iron Serpents Chapter.

The painting of their power armor is very simple, the main body is silver, only the shoulder armor is white with red trim. The golden Imperial Sky Eagle shines in front of the breastplate. A blue snake is on their

It is wrapped around the left shoulder armor.

Angron still wore a helmet, but his voice was no longer cold, and even a little softer. He turned off the synthesized voice function of the breathing grille: "I can't explain my identity to you yet."

"Why?"

Malish, his captain of the guard, took a step forward: "Only traitors or people with ulterior motives dare not reveal their true colors, or even reveal their names."

His provocative words made Inser suddenly change his expression. He originally wanted to ask Malish to step back. But Angron suddenly changed his stance.

It was just a simple action - the atmosphere suddenly became depressing.

Angron's voice echoed in the factory: "Don't misunderstand my kindness as weakness, captain of the guard. I appreciate your dedication to your duties, so I forgive your offense. If there is another time, I will not

No more tolerance.”

He turned his head slightly and said to Inser: "The reason why I will not reveal my identity is because you cannot bear the weight of the truth. The less people know about some things, the better, and you have not passed the test yet."

"test?"

At this point, even Insel couldn't help but feel a little unhappy: "Your Excellency, we have resisted here for a long time, never backed down, never gave up, and we even moved the emperor - his own power has blessed us all.

Man! Even if there really was any test you mentioned, we would have passed it long ago!"

Faced with his question, Angron laughed: "The test I am talking about is not this...and that is not the emperor."

This sentence was like dropping a bomb on the calm lake. Insel's hand was already on the bolt gun at his waist - he squinted and asked word by word: "Your Excellency, there are some words that cannot be said.

Said."

The Iron Snake warriors behind him also responded one after another. For a moment, the sound of explosive bombs being loaded, plasma preheating and chain swords spinning could be heard. Angron was still at ease in the face of these obvious threats.

, he even took the time to comment on Qinsel’s posture.

"If you plan to aim your gun at me in that position, you will die miserably. When we are not wearing a helmet, we still need to aim our gun, so you'd better step forward to make sure I don't have a chance to dodge.

"

So, Yinsel really stepped forward and put his bolter against Angron's breastplate and the Imperial Sky Eagle. Angron looked down at him, and Yinsel couldn't see through it.

Scarlet eyepieces detect any emotional fluctuations.

He even felt ridiculous - at such a close distance, the bolt gun was fired directly, and no matter what kind of armor it was, it would make a hole. Wasn't he afraid at all?

"What are you thinking about?" Angron asked suddenly. At the same time, he stretched out his right hand like lightning and snatched the bolter from Inser's hand.

"Put the gun down!"

"Stay away from him!"

The soldiers of the Iron Snake suddenly became angry, but Yinsel raised a hand to signal them to calm down.

The Chapter Leader pursed his lips tightly, and being snatched away with his bare hands at such a close distance could no longer be considered as humiliating. The other party was undoubtedly humiliating him nakedly. Insel was very sure that if he had

Malice, judging from the speed displayed, he would have been dead long ago.

"Who are you?"

"We'll talk when we go up."

"What?"

Angron repeated: "We will talk when we go up."

As the words fell, a blue light flashed. The remaining resistance forces all disappeared. Whether it was the Cadian army, the Adeptus Mechanicus or the Astartes, only one person remained.

That's Fulgrim.

He emerged from the darkness, golden flames wrapped around him. The no longer perfect phoenix caressed the scar on his right cheek, and the corpses of his fallen descendants were slowly burning behind him. Fulgrim had no regrets.

Watching all this without joy.

A sigh came.

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The sudden teleportation made Yinsel's nerves extremely tense, and his guard captain rushed directly to his side, protecting him at every step. The same was generally true for the others, who stood back to back and were cautious in a defensive posture.

Observing the surrounding scene carefully.

Surprisingly, there were no traces of depravity where they were.

On the contrary, this place is extremely bright.

Soft white light illuminates the surroundings. The silver corridor is paved with some kind of smooth alloy, and there is no trace of splicing. It is very quiet here, and there seems to be no one. Above their heads, a blue fluorescent light is buzzing.

ring.

"Head count."

Insel ordered in an orderly manner, and he pushed aside the soldiers who surrounded him at the innermost side. He walked to the porthole, stared at the Milky Way outside the window, his pupils shrank - he recognized the planet under his feet.

That is Bandar's star.

If what they experienced was not an illusion...such a teleportation technology...

"The total number of 470 people in the regiment has been counted, Chapter Commander."

His first company commander reported to him, and also mentioned another thing at the same time: "The gene seeds of the brothers have been recovered."

"Well done to the pharmacist...stay vigilant."

"There is no need to be so nervous, Chapter Commander Insel."

A strange voice interrupted the conversation between them. Insel turned around and saw a man in black robes floating slowly from the other side of the bridge. His eyes were made of gold, as if he was

The burning flames are like dripping golden magma.

"Who are you?"

"The captain of this ship."

"Boat?"

"I call her the Vengeance...from the spirit of an unnamed psyker and a child."

"Why are we here?"

"Because I teleported you here, Chapter Master Inser." The man seemed to answer all questions. He looked like a mortal. But his attitude towards the Astartes seemed very dull, not to mention, because

Seer noticed his eyes.

Those are the eyes that no ordinary person can have.

"Why...why are you doing this?" Insel asked, and at the same time made up his mind that if this was the devil's conspiracy, then he would attack immediately.

"if not?"

The man looked at him in confusion: "Otherwise I will leave you on that planet to die? We are victorious, Chapter Master Inser. As I said, our support will arrive soon.

"

Inser's eyes widened, as did the other brothers in the battle group - they all remembered the man's voice and the black robe.

The Chapter Leader's voice trembled: "...You, who are you?"

"No matter what you are thinking, Chapter Commander Insel, I am not the person you think." The man said flatly.

"As for now, please be mentally prepared. I cannot leave the planet Bandar here. As a hive world, the things left inside are likely to allow the later traitors to get some help for them."

"What do you want to do?"

The man turned his head, looked at the Bandar star outside the porthole, and sighed softly: "I want to destroy this planet."

He snapped his fingers.

The soft blue light above them suddenly turned into an unsettling red, flickering and emitting a sharp high-frequency sound. The Astartes of the Iron Serpent felt a pressure coming on, and their eardrums seemed to be suffering from some kind of sound wave.

The attack shook even his brain.

A mechanical voice sounded above them: "The composite magic cannon has been charged, do you want to fire it?"

"permit."

"boom--!"

Among his brothers, Insel was closest to the porthole. Therefore, he saw this scene most intuitively.

Countless blue beams of light were combined together, converging into a huge energy wave that made people tremble at first glance. It penetrated directly through Bandar Star. The hive world melted by 7% in an instant.

Ten, the subsequent chain explosions directly split it into two halves.

But this is not over yet. The energy wave is getting wider and wider, and it stops expanding until it is exactly the same size as Bandar Star. The consequence of this is that Bandar Star is completely annihilated in the universe.

among.

This hive world ceased to exist.

The man sighed again: "It's a pity. This planet should have a more ambitious purpose. It's a pity that we can't stay on it."