Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

In the distant frontier of the empire, in the cold and merciless darkness of the deep space - here Steve Rogers is leading a fearless army to fight against a group of savage greenskin savages.

The war has lasted for three months. Steve is used to the duration of the war, but he has not yet fully adapted to the intensity of this war.

The last war he experienced was called World War II, and it was incomparable to this kind of large-scale interplanetary war across planets. However, he could still hold on.

"Let the artillery position on the left support us."

Inside the helmet, he heard his own voice echoing. And his vision was surrounded by a green living hell. All over the mountains and plains, green-skinned beasts wearing rough and ferocious armor were shouting and attacking towards them.

Their low Gothic language sounded like torture, but despite this, there was no hatred in the eyes of these creatures. This was rare, and Steve was surprised. All he saw was a pure sincerity for fighting.

.

It's as if these creatures just want to fight. It doesn't matter who the target is.

"Sir, the artillery position has just been lost." The officer responsible for liaison with him replied anxiously. "A group of cunning orcs attacked them. Can we really not use war mechas?"

"Don't let the intensity of the war escalate again. You should know better than me how the orcs will evolve after encountering advanced technology."

Steve rejected his proposal, and at the same time clenched the long sword burning with golden flames in his hand, and took a step forward.

He raised his hands high, his will affected the nerves, the nerves drove the arms, and the muscles moved. The terrifying power split a huge orc in front of him in half from head to tail. The opponent's body was so solid that even a volley of bolt guns could not stop it.

The armor that can withstand it is like a paper lake.

Seeing this, the orcs who were shorter than it suddenly screamed in surprise and fear. Some ran backwards and fell into the volleys of soldiers behind them, while others rushed towards him fearlessly, even in size.

It became slightly larger.

monster.

Steve narrowed his eyes - he had never fought against such an enemy before. It had been three months since the war started, and Steve had been sighing like this in this flesh-and-blood millstone.

A cannonball from behind the orcs landed in front of him, and was blocked by Steve with a psychic barrier. The cannonball, which was more like a mixture of garbage than a cannonball, didn't even splash mud. Steve

He raised his outstretched left hand and then flicked his fingers.

——The shell whizzed past and returned to where it came from.

Staring at the recently destroyed Orc heavy firepower position, his expression did not relax at all. In the past three months, he has never been able to leave this star field and end the war. Because every planet is covered with damn...

of orcs.

A monster that can evolve, has rough skin and thick flesh, is not afraid of death, and its weapons and armor may look like a joke, but it is strong and powerful...

There are so many of them all over the sky. Moreover, before they arrived, these things were already killing each other for fun.

At first, someone proposed using orbital bombardment to directly wash the planet's surface. But this request was quickly rejected because their three new warships... were too powerful.

That's not 'orbital bombing', that's planetary bombing. The most embarrassing point is here. There are four planets in this star field. Before the orcs occupied this place, they were very important resource planets. They can produce many minerals.

There is no way the empire would give them up.

Waste is intolerable behavior.

The orcs were gradually pushed back, temporarily. They would organize another attack in just a few hours. Steve was used to this kind of "on-the-job" combat. He had been here for five years.

Tian, ​​​​has never pushed the front forward. This is the reason why this orc group has always been able to organize a counterattack.

Their supply of soldiers seems to be endless, which is really strange.

Looking at the retreating figures of their deserters, Steve narrowed his eyes. A general came to him to report, his face covered with blood and his voice hoarse: "Report! Seventy-one people died in this battle and one was seriously injured.

One hundred and twenty people, 113 slightly injured."

The battle damage is still acceptable.

But Steve still frowned at this - for him, anyone's death was unacceptable. However, he had no choice. How could there be no war without death?

"Is the medical bay still sufficient?" he asked.

"It was already overloaded the last time we engaged the enemy." The general still reported meticulously, seemingly emotionless, but his eyes were already full of anger. "Sir, this is not the way to go."

"Relax."

Steve raised his hand, put it on his shoulder, and emphasized his tone: "Don't let anger cover your eyes. Each of these beasts has their hands stained with the blood of our brothers, so they will definitely fight for it."

You have to pay the price. But you have to stay calm and go back to rest. There is not much time, so seize it and regain your strength."

"I will bring over another batch of medical pods."

The general stopped talking, silently performed the aquila salute, and left. Steve sighed, and an Astartes stepped forward. The main body of the armor was blue, and there was a blood on the shoulder armor.

Red fist.

"grown ups......"

His voice sounded like two swords rubbing against each other. It was due to a battle seventy years ago. His vocal cords were damaged by a vicious blade, and he could only be restored to this appearance afterwards.

"No brothers were injured in this battle." He shrugged humorously. "It seems that our luck has finally improved."

Steve burst into laughter because of this soldier's optimism and humor.

What he said about "good luck" came from a darker joke within their battle group - one time, when they were attacking the Orks, a cyclone torpedo that had been launched returned inexplicably, destroying their own fortress.

Not to mention the monastery, six hundred brothers died.

"Do you usually tell jokes like this with your brothers, Pablo?"

Astartes, known as Pablo, immediately shook his head: "My brothers may not tell a joke in a hundred years."

"Then it must be very uncomfortable for you to hold it in."

"Yes, after all, they are all like stones. Well, I am a relatively rare kind of stone."

Steve hammered his shoulder armor affectionately: "Okay, stop telling jokes. Is the ammunition reserve still enough?"

"That's natural, sir. After all, we don't have much chance to go to the front line."

The implicit complaint in his words was naturally noticed by Steve, and he smiled helplessly: "It's not that I won't let you fight, but it's not time yet. The orcs on this planet are obviously stronger than those on other planets.

Some. Your firepower needs to be reserved for critical moments."

"As for now." He waved his hand. "Aren't our brave Astra Militarum troops doing a bad job?"