Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Fighting is never an easy thing, let alone facing demons. When mortals face these creatures condensed from pure evil and depravity, their hands and feet tend to weaken, and fear engulfs their souls. Only those who are truly

Only those who are loyal and courageous will fight them angrily.

This is one of the reasons why they are so tricky.

Of course, there is another reason - they are demons of Slaanesh.

Three and a half hours have passed since Sister Andrea was injured and fell into coma. Steve is tirelessly killing Slaanesh beasts one after another. These sheep-headed things are nightmare-like stitched monsters.

Emerging from humanity's deepest fears.

The venomous scorpion tails are strong enough to pierce the armor. They have four human thighs, which are strong and toned. There is a humanoid torso on the soft abdomen, with several pairs of breasts, crab-claw-like ones.

The arms can even pinch people alive.

Not to mention the scent that surrounds them, rich in pheromones that can excite any living thing, and the unique temptation designed by Slaanesh himself to combine the thoughts of mortals with their most ecstatic dreams.

If your will is not firm and your beliefs are not devout, then, you may be hypnotized by a face-to-face meeting, and you will stand there with your mouth open and drooling, with a tent on your lower body, shaking like an idiot - don't

Thinking that if you reject them, you will have a good life, and safety is only temporary.

The brains of mortals will be imprinted the first moment they smell this musky scent, and they will continue to smell the sweet scent, permeating them all the time. This irresistible sweetness is creepy

The alluring aura will continuously send dark desires into the heart, calling the victim to self-destruction with irresistible impulses.

However, Steve is a modified Primarch.

"Ouch——!"

A Slaanesh beast was split open from head to tail by him with the flaming sword. His speed was as fast as a gust of wind. He came and went freely among these demons. They could only see the light of the blazing flames passing by, and then

A similar person is instantly vaporized—or, vaporized after being cut in half.

The Lord of Pleasure has given them the ability to turn pain into pleasure. This ability does not work when facing Steve. His hatred of these things transcends everything. It comes from human instinct and hatred of demons.

.... Let his spiritual power begin to affect reality, and even begin to affect the brains of these demons.

The area in their brains responsible for converting pain into pleasure is still functioning normally, but Steve made them 'forget' this.

The flaming sword slashed fiercely, and the three Slaanesh beasts standing together lost their upper bodies with horrified faces. The vaporized etheric flesh exuded a disgusting stench, entering through Steve's breathing grille

His nose. Swinging the sword, swinging the sword, swinging the sword - finally, after another hour, he killed them all alone.

Back to the Battle Sisters, they have already set up a simple position. The Battle Sisters specialize in fighting, as can be seen from their names. But this does not mean that there are no doctors among them. The battle is always with

Bleeding is inseparable from injury. For this reason, doctors are always necessary.

A nun with a white hanging cloth as decoration on her shoulder armor was squatting worriedly next to Sister Andrea. She was lying on the ground, frowning, and moaning softly.

Seeing Steve approaching, they immediately gave up their positions and bowed their heads in salute to him - he did not reveal his identity clearly, but they could all see what a noble angel he was. There were many more at this time.

People were praying directly to him, hoping that he could give Sister Andrea some mercy.

"Sister, how is she?"

Arriving in front of the medical nun, Steve took off his helmet and chose to talk to her with his true face.

"Sir, my medical skills are too shallow. I can't tell what kind of harm Sister Andrea suffered. Oh, Emperor——"

The medical nun sobbed softly, and Steve sensed some of her emotions through psychic energy. She felt extremely ashamed that she could not make Sister Andrea's pain less severe.

"That's not your problem, Sister."

Steve raised his right hand and placed it on her right shoulder covered with white cloth, comforting the frightened medical nun: "Her pain comes from using power that she shouldn't have used. This is also my problem. Don't be harsh on you.

Myself, nun."

The medical nun raised her head blankly and looked at the smiling Steve. After a while, she stammered in reply: "Okay, okay, sir, I, I understand."

...Why are you still stuttering?

Steve looked at the medical nun who left in confusion. He took a step back before squatting down and carefully observing Sister Andrea. Her injuries were caused by the flaming sword, and the flaming sword itself originated from his psychic power.

.Born out of the Emperor, but different. It is too hot and violent, and mortals cannot even look directly at it.

Sister Andrea was able to hold it and use it to kill a big demon, which is enough to show how firm her faith is. Unfortunately, faith can allow her to face the devil, but it cannot protect her from the flaming sword.

Backlash.

Steve stretched out his hand and carefully separated out a ray of psychic energy. He used his mental power to extract the less violent parts and held it in his hand.

A ray of soft platinum light slowly gathered and formed in the right hand. The nuns looked at this scene with pious eyes. Steve was completely unaware. He lowered his head and said softly: "The Emperor bless you, Sister Andrea."

.”

The light of platinum flashed past, and Sister Andrea stopped shaking uneasily. Her bone-white right hand was filled with flesh and blood again, and gradually returned to its intact appearance.

Next, all we have to do is wait for her to wake up.

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...how long has it been since I wore power armor?

Gavir Loken was walking in the empty hive city. He was a little uncomfortable with the new exquisite power armor connected by the black carapace. The strength and speed were enhanced, and there was no stagnation at all. This is the power armor.

The second skin of the Astartes.

After accepting that mission, he got a chainsword, a bolter, and this black finely crafted power armor. They were destroyed by dozens of servitors and astral planes in just half an hour.

They were brought over under military escort.

It was difficult for him to describe his feelings at the moment. In fact, Gavel was deliberately trying not to think about anything - he had questions, many of them, but he didn't want to think about them.

It's enough to carry out the task.

He needs to support a group of Battle Sisters who are besieged by demons in a power plant, and at the same time ensure that the power plant is not captured by the demons.

According to the information he received, this power plant is a rare ancient relic that can directly supply electricity to the entire hive when fully operational, unlike other hives that require hundreds or thousands of different power plants.

.Based on this alone, Gavel can understand why something cannot happen to this power plant.

He was going to the middle level of the hive. He was originally supposed to enter from the ground floor. That was the bottom entrance of the power plant. However, he led the refugees all the way out from the bottom. Naturally, he knew what the place had become now.

He came to a square. The originally luxurious steeple church on the right was now covered with corpses, and the emperor's statue had been toppled. Loken walked quickly without saying a word, his right hand already resting on the chain sword.

The familiar anger climbed up his nerve endings, causing the corners of his eyes to twitch nervously.

Continuing forward, the sight of desecration is endless. Children who were skinned and abandoned on the roadside, women who were trampled and turned into meat. Some Astra Militarum soldiers who died tragically, their corpses were even sewn into

A huge aggregation. Everyone's face is full of fear.

Loken took a deep breath, and then again. He forced himself to calm down, he had to complete the task.

Finally, after enduring his anger and this completely unacceptable sight for more than an hour, he left the square. He walked straight ahead on a winding path, but the front was blocked. As a last resort, he could only climb up.

The roof of the house.

Not surprisingly, there were many broken corpses here. However, what made Loken uneasy was that he could not see a demon along the way. This was not normal. The one who would do such a thing was definitely a demon from Slaanesh. He

You can also smell some residual musky smell in the air, which proves his conjecture.

However, they all seemed to disappear. Generally speaking, they would gather around their victims to appreciate their 'art' and use their corpses to find a higher level of pleasure. Loken became more vigilant and took off the

The chain sword hanging on the armed belt at the waist was adjusted to the mid-range.

The serrated blade rotated at a constant speed, and the monotonous sound it made was extremely noisy in this dead silent and dark space. In addition, Loken could only hear his own footsteps. He came step by step

Near the mission target, the pressure reading provided by the eyepiece quietly turned into three blurry numbers.

666

The three numbers magnified infinitely in his field of vision, as if imprinted on his retina. At the same time, a woman's laughter broke into his ears: "A lone wolf...

You really shouldn't have come here alone."

Ga'viel Loken silently adjusted the chain sword to the highest gear. It suddenly became manic and roared in Loken's right hand, thirsting for the blood of the devil. The woman giggled and walked out of the darkness. Her body

She is tall and tall, with a pink glow on her skin. She has no hair, and her hair is curly and seductively covering her chest.

"Do you want to dance, Wolf?" she asked with a smile. The arc of her smile was perfect, blending innocence and temptation, with the delicacy of a girl and the beauty of a young woman.

Loken just felt sick to his stomach.

He raised his chainsword.

"die!"