Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

what is that?

Is that a ship? It's too huge.

A blood-red giant stared at the behemoth in the universe. He wore a suit of power armor inlaid with gold edges and skull decorations. It was covered with the marks of Khorne, except for his right hand. His right hand was naked, revealing a strong

The arms are tied with heavy iron chains at the wrists.

The giant's heavy breathing seemed to be proof of some impending disaster. He did not wear his ferocious helmet, revealing a scarred face. You can't even think of finding an inch of good skin on this face. There are all kinds of

Scars like this covered his entire face, but his eyes were still awake.

"grown ups--"

A trembling traitor mortal soldier stood five meters away from him, and then spoke with difficulty. He wanted to inform the giant of something, but it was difficult for him to do it. Because just getting close to the giant was too difficult.

It almost scared him to death.

However, the madman who was rumored to have no mind at all and only focused on massacre did not subsequently remove his head.

On the contrary, he turned his head and stared at him with a quiet, but not impatient look, as if waiting for his next step.

"The navigator said that we somehow returned to the material realm, near the Cadian system."

The giant looked away and waved his hand, indicating that he could leave. At the same time, veins suddenly appeared on his thick neck, forcing him to start to twist his head slightly. The thick cable-like thread on the back of his head

The butcher's nails that penetrated the skull and penetrated the skin began to tremble uneasily.

The soldier took a few steps back uneasily, and the giant sighed gloomily from his throat: "Get out of here—quickly."

He spoke very concisely, but those few words were full of uncontrollable rage and murderous intent. The soldier almost ran out of his room on his hands and knees. Shortly after he left, the giant began to talk to himself.

He was chanting a name.

Once, twice, three times. Over and over again, until the pain of the Butcher's Nails ended. The betrayer Kahn woke up from the illusion given to him by the God of Fury. The first thing he did was the first one released.

An order, not to attack that huge ship.

But leave.

"Let's go - find a place, but we must get out of here quickly."

He spoke in a commanding tone to a Khorne Berserker from the Chaos warband 'The Butcher Gang' he led. The other party grunted impatiently, as if he didn't understand why he didn't attack this huge battleship.

En does not explain, nor does he expect his subordinates to understand.

In their minds that have been poisoned to the point of being completely unconscious, a ship of this size often means many enemies that can be slaughtered. Kahn just looked at him and repeated his words.

This time, his orders were carried out.

Facts have proved that his order was correct. Just a few minutes after they quickly sailed away from here instead of launching an attack like other Chaos warbands, countless blue lights lit up on the side of the behemoth facing them.

.The scene reminded Kahn of a meteor shower.

However, this is a meteor shower that will only bring destruction.

"My lord, Abaddon's flagship has initiated communication with us."

A berserker came over and said, "His face was twitching nervously. It was one of the many sequelae of the Butcher's Nails. Kahn looked back at him, then turned back to stare at the porthole. It seemed to him

Say, Abaddon's correspondence is not important at all.

After a moment, he said briefly: "Let him eat shit."

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Father Lagetinos was staring at a composite magic cannon in front of him - to be precise, staring at the control panel of the composite magic cannon. A Cadian soldier was standing next to him, using a rather awkward expression.

He asked patiently but helplessly: "Sir, have you finished reading?"

The priest raised a mechanical finger, which was still stained with wet engine oil. He had obviously just done some maintenance on himself. He looked at the launch pad with his mechanical prosthetic eyes, puzzled: "What's going on?

What is this?"

Meteors of destruction flashed across the porthole window, and the soldier couldn't bear it any longer. His brothers had already fired five or six cannons, but he had to stand here with the priest. So he said in a way that he would never be beaten in the past.

He tugged on the priest's robe of the Adeptus Mechanicus in a permissive manner, and then 'carried' him to the other side very gently.

He was still shouting: "I'm sorry, priest! But I have to do this! The machine spirit is roaring!"

"Machine Soul?!"

The priest's question was not answered, because the soldier had already placed his hand on the cylindrical console.

Two dots of blue light lit up in his pupils, and the priest watched helplessly as the console began to deform, and then lit up with a blue light that was exactly the same color as the soldier's eyes.

Then, there was a loud noise. Heat came from the ground and quickly disappeared. Just like a local cruiser hit by the blue light.

The priest looked at the magnificent scene, and he quickly chanted the name of Ohm Messiah, and at the same time permanently saved this scene in his processor to ensure that he would never forget this scene.

That scene was so beautiful.

The blue beam carries undoubted destructive power, but its color also carries a certain purity that only belongs to humans.

The beam of light flashed away, and the cruiser millions of kilometers away was broken into two pieces, causing a chain explosion that even destroyed a destroyer nearby.

Seeing this scene, even Lagetinos's low artistic talent made him want to draw a picture on the spot.

After doing all this, the soldier relaxed.

He let go of his hand and explained to the priest: "Yes, the machine spirit has been urging me. Can you step aside first? The noise may be a little loud later. The machine spirit of this cannon is not satisfied. It

Want more.”

The scanner behind Father Lagetinos opened automatically, and a long metal rod protruded from it. He took this thing and hit his head hard, dripping engine oil while knocking back. He kept mumbling to himself.

: "Oh my God, Messiah! He can actually communicate with the machine soul——!"

The soldier stopped paying attention to him, and the priest hit his head. He had lost his tear ducts because of his transformation, but at this time he felt a strong urge to cry.

I am from the Adeptus Mechanicus!

"Could you please not disturb my boys who are destroying heretics and traitors, Father? You should go find a place to stay for a while instead of disturbing them here."

The captain who arrived at an unknown time told him that he frowned and was very dissatisfied with the priest's behavior.

"But."

Father Ragtinos stopped and stared at the captain in confusion. His red prosthetic eyes kept flashing: "How on earth is this done? Why on earth can your soldiers communicate with machine spirits?"

"Don't worry so much, priest, why don't you ask that lord, he will definitely know, after all, it was his design." The captain waved his hand perfunctorily. "And, as long as we can drive away those bastards,

I don’t care how.”

The priest spat out a series of extremely fast words from the voice machine in his throat, which were difficult to understand. The captain could only make out two words, one was 'foolish fool' and the other was 'arrogant idiot'.

Faced with this offense, the captain just shrugged. He had long been accustomed to these weird guys, and trying to find one among them who could communicate normally was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But he doesn't care.

Because the business has nothing to do with them at all.

He raised his head and asked the center of the magic circle above his head: "What was the result of the first company?"

A burst of blue light flashed, and the center of the array answered him with an extremely precise number without emotion: "The first company has destroyed one hundred and thirty-five local ships."

"Are we number one?"

"Retrieving...Yes, among the Cadian regiment, your first company is temporarily ranked first with an advantage of eighteen ships."

The captain smacked his lips, trying hard to make a boring expression. But he failed, and smiled with wrinkles on his face: "That's good, that's good."

Then, he grabbed the communicator on his chest and shouted loudly in the communication channel.

"Aim and hit again! Remember this! Aim and hit again! Your Excellency did not design such a deadly weapon just for you to set off fireworks for fun!"

"Remember them all! The person who destroys the most enemy ships, I will give him a plasma pistol!"

His words caused a burst of cheers in the communication channel, but silence soon returned - the machine spirits were never satisfied, and they urged the Cadian people to kill more traitors. The same was true for the Cadian people.

They lost their hometown, but they did not lose their courage and bloody spirit. How could they not cherish this great opportunity for revenge when they were in front of them?

In the main control room.

Ezekiel, Lictor, and Inser were staring at the projection on the table. He Shenyan leaned on the chair with his back to them, saying that he wanted them to discuss freely.

As a member of the Imperial Guard, Lictor did not know much about the Imperial Navy and such ship warfare. He was a Shield Captain, as can be seen from this position. He specializes in close combat.

But he wasn't so stupid that he couldn't see the advantage they had.

In the past, battles between such ships were extremely cumbersome. Not only did they need constant communications and a group of qualified, reliable and obedient generals, they also needed some destroyers to escort cruisers and battleships to launch anti-missile weapons.

Perform interception.

Otherwise, enemy missiles and torpedoes will instantly cause great damage to the slow-moving large flagship. Fortunately, due to the existence of the void shield, long-range firepower is never fatal.

At the end of the battle, it is often necessary to join a gang to win. This is why the empire loves melee combat so much - there is no way, torpedoes can't do anything!

But not anymore.

The Revenge is unbelievably large. It is not a ship of any known type, and it cannot be dealt with by any existing tactics. Its firepower and defense methods also exceed the psychological expectations of the traitors. They launched

Missiles and torpedoes can often only be annihilated by the composite magic cannon in the distance from which they were launched.

Occasionally, there will be a few lucky ones that break through the line of fire, but their final outcome is not much better. They are just captured by the magic shield around the Revenge, and are completely transformed by the material transformation circle within a few seconds.

Magic power provides energy for the composite magic cannon.

Lictor felt a strange feeling in his heart. Victory was predictable and extremely easy.

This actually made him feel uncomfortable. The same was probably true for Ezekiel and Inser on the side, especially Ezekiel. From the beginning of the battle to now, his expression has always remained very subtle. After all, Deep

The scale of the Red Blade Chapter is not large. When has he ever seen such a scene?

"I guess they're going to organize a suicide attack soon," Inser said.

"They can't get through. The composite magic cannon will directly annihilate them in the vacuum. What's more, the Chaos traitors resist all unified commands." The shield captain commented in a cold tone. "The traitors have bad characteristics."

The Chapter Leader of the Iron Snake Chapter is not relaxed. Among the three people here, he is the one with the most experience in ship warfare. Because of this, he always frowns, even if victory seems to be easy.

is also like this.

He looked at the light curtain and began to analyze the situation bit by bit: "The enemy is roughly divided into five fleet groups, four of which formed alone, without any coordination. It seems that they want to launch an assault from our left wing.

Don’t worry, they are just seeking death. But the one in the center of them... wait, the center of the circle, zoom in."

The light curtain zoomed in, and what appeared in the center of the screen was a huge ship. In Ezekiel's opinion, only a Queen of Glory class battleship could be worthy of such a size.

The lines on Inser's face suddenly tightened, like a flat rock. He said gloomily and solemnly: "That's the Vengeful Spirit."

The Vengeful Spirit, the flagship of the Luna Wolves Legion before the Great Heresy, was a precious Queen of Glory battleship. After the Great Heresy, the whereabouts of this ship were unknown for a long time. When it reappeared, it was completely gone.

It became the base camp of the Chaos traitors. The current owner of this ship is none other than the former Son of Horus and current 'Warmaster of Chaos', Ezekiel Abaddon.

The corner of Lictor's mouth twitched. He seemed to be trying to smile, but failed, so he had to show a strange, half-smiling expression. No matter what the expression was, there was no smile in his eyes.

The shield captain said softly: "It seems we caught a big fish."

He Shenyan slowly turned around, his expression neither sad nor happy, except for the golden light in his eyes.

He began to sneer again: "I need three hundred warriors to board the ship with me. Inser, get your people ready. Ezekiel, you and your brother stay behind with the remaining Iron Serpent Chapter warriors.

Revenge, Lictor will assist you."

"Come on, let's see if they can sit still." His smile was extremely bright and his teeth were white, but for some reason, Ezekiel could smell the slightest trace of blood.