Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Sergeant Poulliard was engaged in a war with no end in sight. He was familiar with this feeling. But he was not familiar with his opponent.

He's fighting a bunch of dead people.

Sergeant Pullyard fiercely handed out the power sword, which chopped the withered bones in front of him into pieces from top to bottom. Using this weapon to deal with the skeletons crawling out of the soil was simply overkill - they

None of them could hold up a single move, but Puyard still fought very hard.

His power sword came from a reward from a mission. But Priad didn't like those luxurious decorations, so he asked the technical sergeant brothers to remove them all. The guard and handle of this sword have no decorations.

The blade of the sword is straight and always sharp.

Just like him, silent and monotonous. But always good at killing.

His weapons can indeed kill these dead people with one blow. But they are not weak skeletons. The strength of these skeletons is amazing. They can even rival him. The sergeant has to deal with these dead people carefully and try his best.

He tried his best to prevent himself from being surrounded. He knew very well the consequences of being surrounded by such a large number and powerful enemies.

During the breaks in the battle, he still did not forget to call his brothers on the communication channel. Although there was still no response, Sergeant Pullyard insisted on doing so, but the frequency changed from once a minute to once every two minutes. For Ah

For Stats, multitasking is the easiest thing to do.

He fought his way out of the small village, but more and more of these dead people were gathering. They crawled out of the ground, drilled out of the rock walls, and even squeezed out of the gaps in the tree trunks, blocking the way of Puyard.

, blocking his way.

Priad took a deep breath, and the breathing grille helped him better filter the air from the alien planet. The pressure index on his eyepiece was blurred, rising or falling every moment, as if it had already

It malfunctioned. But Puyard didn't feel any change at all, and the gravity remained as usual.

He waved his sword.

A skeleton with flesh and blood hanging between its ribs was chopped in half with his power sword, and then crushed its head. There was nothing in their empty eye sockets, and they didn't even make a sound. Only the weird sound of bones colliding with each other echoed, as if

Some kind of desperate gasp.

Ten minutes later, he reached the edge of the cliff with difficulty. The power backpack on his back opened automatically, and a climbing spike protruded from it. He inserted the thick black tubular object into the ground, and then the cylinder

A gap opened in the head of the body, and a long hard alloy rope was pulled out from it.

It is usually unrealistic for the Astartes to use cliff rappelling, but the chief technical sergeant of the Iron Serpent Chapter is a brother who likes to innovate. This became even more obvious after he returned from the Mechanicus Adeptus.

The alloy rope held by Sergeant Pullyard is his masterpiece.

Although soldiers only use it in rare situations, and usually not for rappelling. But in any case, this thing is of great help at this time.

Priad began to descend rapidly in a standard rappelling posture. The built-in alloy rope was up to 700 meters long and could be connected to the built-in server of his armor. The remaining length was displayed on the upper left side of the eyepiece. He quickly

We returned to the ground. As expected, there was no one here.

There was still no answer on the communication channel, and Puyard knew that he still had a way out - he could call that Excellency, but he didn't want to do that.

His mission is to conduct reconnaissance, and this mission has not yet been completed.

Priad thought for a while, and took advantage of this gap to check his power armor system. The eyepiece showed him that it was completely sealed. The data proved that he was not affected by those bad things, but he knew

, this is temporary.

He started climbing again, and the mission was the mission. If there was no way for him to get to the top of the mountain, then he would make his own way.

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The smell of blood was so strong that it could drown people. Givadoron felt that every breath of air he breathed into his lungs was composed of sticky blood. He didn't like this feeling, but he had to endure it. The breathing grille of the helmet

It was broken when it was thrown to the ground. In fact, after receiving such a blow from the front, Givadoron was surprised that he was still alive.

He knew what he had done - he had attacked a daemonized Primarch.

This is no different from seeking death, but if it happened again, Givadoron would still do it.

In front of him, an epic battle was taking place, but unfortunately there was only one person in the audience, Givadoron.

"I'll hang your head on my shoulders!"

The monster roared and waved its claws, but the real killing move came from the pair of huge black wings on its back. Their sharp tips quickly struck Angron at an angle that was impossible to defend against, and they were just a few seconds away.

At one o'clock, Angron was hit.

Fortunately, he never relaxed his vigilance, and even paid 120,000 points of attention. Angron relied on his lightning ax to withstand the blow, and the lightning on it spread to the monster's body again. But it

However, he endured the lightning and continued to attack, his skin and flesh were constantly scorched and healed in an extremely short time.

But the way was not pretty - the flesh and blood fell from his body, corroding huge craters on the ground with a hissing sound. It was obvious that this was one of the countless rewards given to it by the Blood God for its corruption, and it had only one purpose.

——He hopes this monster can bring him more skulls.

Angron snorted coldly when he saw this scene. He knew that there was no need to waste any more words with this monster - it was hopeless. Angron only had one thing to give it.

die.

The advantage of this demon lies in its strength and the claw attack that cannot be intercepted, while Angron's advantage lies in the lightning ax and flexibility that can cause a lot of damage to it every time. He has the patience and confidence to be able to do it little by little.

To dismember it here, but the battle situation is not always equal.

Just like this moment, the devil seemed to have had enough fun. It chuckled lowly, and its huge claws twisted and deformed. It turned into a hand suitable for holding a sword, but the process was not comfortable. Its bones were even damaged in the process.

It can even penetrate the flesh, making it look particularly terrifying.

Then, it raised its right hand and pulled out a black rune sword from the void. The guard of this sword was made into the symbol of Khorne, and there was a ferocious skull with a wide mouth on the end of the handle. The blade of the sword was ferocious.

It was ominous and dark, but the runes glowed with blood-red light.

The light was so strong that it completely illuminated its body. Angron was also able to see its face clearly.

Those things that were once the Butcher's Nails have become thicker, and are combed back like its hair. However, the hair is decorated with tiny human bones, and its face that has nothing to do with humans presents a strange look.

It has a regular and ferocious shape, with a split chin and sharp bone spurs protruding.

"Come on, my copy, isn't this the purpose He created you for? You want to kill me, and I also want to kill you..." The devil raised his head and used Nuceria

The language spoke provocative words to Angron.

It originally expected to see a little anger from Angron, but it failed. Angron was so calm that it seemed as if he couldn't understand what it said - if he didn't respond in Nucerian.

"I'm not your clone," he said. Then he took a step forward. "I won't be you either."

The giant ax and the sword collided with each other, and the force of that moment was even felt by Givadoron, who was lying far away. The wrestling continued for a while, and in the end, Angron won - the force on the ax blade

Lightning was so dominant in close combat that the demon had to adopt another strategy.

Its self-healing has begun to be unable to keep up with the speed of lightning ravaging its flesh.

"Really? You put your face in my face, use my voice, and speak the language of my hometown - but say it has nothing to do with me?" The devil smiled ferociously and waved the sword, and the runes on the sword lit up and went out, bloody

The smell is stronger.

It hid half of its face under the blade and spoke in the unnatural whisper of Khorne's followers: "A liar begets another liar - I have been fooled by him, but I will not give in again.

"

"Come on, let me see if you understand the true meaning of glory."

"Glory?" Angron smiled. "Are you talking to me about glory? A monster like you who has surrendered wholeheartedly to the evil god can actually say these two words from his mouth? I am really surprised."

The devil still covered his face with his sword. No, his seemingly never-ending anger temporarily subsided, and his trembling muscles also stopped. The devil said quietly: "Of course I know what glory is, not only

At this point, I also know what courage is."

He glanced at Givadoron lying on the ground, and whispered with his mouth full of fine fangs: "He makes me proud."

"Because he rejected you."

"Yes." The devil laughed again. "Because of this, I am...proud of him——!"

It roared again, and the fleeting humanity seemed to be just Angron's illusion. The monster was back again, with more terrifying anger and thirst for blood than before. Angron could almost detect a pair of

Eyes were staring at him in the surrounding darkness, with undisguised desire and greed.

"Very good." Angron raised his giant axe. "Come on."

They fought together again.

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He Shenyan is not a god - although he can rewrite reality, destroy planets, create life, and resurrect in a single thought. But he still cannot be called a god.

The concept of gods is extremely serious for the mage. For now, he cannot be called a god.

And sitting on the golden horse... No, the one sitting on the throne cannot be omniscient and omnipotent, and neither can He Shenyan. He cannot predict the future in such a chaotic universe, especially when the mastermind behind the scenes is obviously from

Predicting the future in subspace.

The moment he sent Angron to Givadoron, all other Astartes on the planet lost contact with him. He Shenyan tried to track them, but their whereabouts were hidden. This discovery

This made him frown in displeasure.

What was even more difficult for him to accept was that they had not completely lost their traces. The mastermind behind the scenes had consciously left a trace, which was located in the subspace.

This is a conspiracy.

If he chooses to enter the subspace and take them away, then two things will definitely happen next. The first thing is that the Revenge is attacked from nowhere. Although with the current firepower of the Revenge, He Shen

Yan was very suspicious of what they had to prepare to threaten this star battleship.

The second thing is that he will definitely be 'blessed' again.

The mage narrowed his eyes, and the leader of the Insel Chapter said in a deep voice: "You don't have to be like this, Your Excellency, they are Astartes, they have long been——"

"——Whether they have consciousness or not is their business, Inser. But the task is assigned by me, and I must be responsible for their lives." He Shenyan interrupted him calmly.

He said categorically: "No one will die today."

"Sacrifice is normal. Your Excellency, you can cancel this mission. Just a suspected STC is not enough to put you in danger." Insel persuaded him earnestly.

He was afraid that the living saint would go to that planet in person. Although it was cruel to say it, in his heart, this ship and all of them combined were not as good as one of his fingers.

"Who said I would risk my life?"

He Shenyan laughed.

At the same time, his pupils began to burn, and the golden light passed through the Vengeance like a substance, forming a huge light in the outer vacuum - an incredible amount of magic and spiritual energy mixed together, passing through the Great Rift, which was located

The scars above the material realm were severely bombarded into the subspace.

"At the center of the circle, get everyone ready - we are going to have a big fucking game." He Shenyan said through gritted teeth.

"What do you want to do?"

"I want-" He raised his head, and the golden light shone through his skin. His bones and internal organs were clearly visible in this light. Insel trembled and forced himself to calm down. He knew that he was witnessing a scene.

miracle.

"—Take the traitors—"

His voice was becoming more and more distant, as if coming from a distant galaxy. Something unbelievable happened with his next words: "——Drag them out of their lair!"

"boom--!"

It is a fact that sound cannot be transmitted in a vacuum. But Insel heard a huge explosion.

Then, the light dimmed, and He Shenyan sat back on the chair as if nothing was wrong. He gasped and said, "Get ready to fight, Yinsel. Do they want me to enter the subspace?"

He sneered and said: "I don't care who among those four bastards did this, I don't care. They either hand them over or watch their people being killed by us one by one."

"The followers of Khorne will be blasted to pieces with long-range firepower. The followers of Nurgle will use special decontamination bombs. I will deal with the followers of Slaanesh alone - they will not feel any pleasure. As for the followers of Tzeentch, you don't have to do this either.

Worry."

"They want war? The war has begun!"

Insel turned his head and looked at the porthole. The originally empty universe was now crowded with traitor ships. The chapter leader's heart was beating fast. He knew that this would be a battle of unprecedented scale.

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