Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

It's time too.

Steve considers himself not an indecisive person. He has not allowed the Crimson Fists to get too involved before just to ensure that they are as effective as possible.

After all, to the end of the battle with the orcs, you still have to meet their orc boss. In that kind of battle, sending mortal soldiers up is equivalent to sending death - unless he immediately sends down twenty heroic blades, in that case don't say anything

It's the boss of the orcs, and I'll chop up the next five for you.

But then... just wait for one of them to suddenly have a flash of inspiration and start piecing together the iron shell into a mecha of the same size. There is a precedent for this, and no one knows what they can make.

Something strange is happening. No one knows how they do it.

The orcs are even more evil than the demonic warp gods. At least the demons of those evil gods are willing to abide by the laws of physics when they appear in the material world.

Thinking of this, Steve couldn't help but have a headache. No way, the disgusting thing about the orcs is not only this, but also the cleaning work of the ground after the war. You know, the flesh and blood of these guys can spread spores. If left alone

, more orcs will be born soon.

After a while, the soldiers of the Crimson Fist gathered in front of the fortress. There were not many of them, and the permanent strength of the war group was only a thousand. After that unfortunate disaster, they lost 600 people, and now they only have 600 people.

But it will be restored to 500 people.

The whole group goes out - if the opponent is not an orc, maybe they won't treat him like this.

Standing in front of these five hundred Astartes, Steve's pre-war declaration was not too long. He has always been better at expressing with actions instead of just relying on words.

"I'm not a person who likes long speeches, everyone. But I already know the anger and dissatisfaction in your hearts. Don't rush to deny it. I know all about it, so I need to explain something."

He said with a serious face: "The reason why I have not allowed you to really participate in the battle before is because it is not necessary. The Astra Militarum is enough to deal with the orcs of this level. The second reason is because my judgment was wrong."

He readily admitted his mistake.

"I mistakenly thought that this war did not require the power of the Astartes. I was wrong. Orcs cannot be inferred by common sense. They are natural weapons of war. Even those who will be eaten as food by larger orcs

The little guy who fell off also has the ability to kill. I think I can say that."

"They are a group of biological weapons. They are a terrifying race specially designed to kill. Before we arrived, the miners and soldiers in these four mineral worlds were all slaughtered. This was exactly what they did."

"But fortunately, so are you."

The golden flames on the long sword suddenly lit up, and Steve lifted it straight up and pointed it at the sky: "You are also superhuman warriors and killing weapons shaped by the day after tomorrow, even stronger and faster than them.

Even more ruthless. Because you are the angels of death of the Emperor of Mankind, his wrath and his coldness."

"——Now, let's start this killing."

With the flaming sword swung down, the spacecraft far above the orbit of the planet used the data obtained from remote sensing mapping determined early in the morning to accurately transmit them to the location of the orc boss.

Today is the day it dies.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the galaxy, a man is walking among deaths and spreading more.

His name is Angron.

He was not wearing armor, just holding the lightning ax. Angron's movements could not be described as as fast as thunder, because he was the thunder itself - the huge power allowed the ax to create a huge line on the enemy's body.

of wounds.

He grinned, very satisfied with the results he had caused. He took a step forward and bent his knees slightly. His precise power control and speed allowed him to quickly withdraw the ax blade and rotate it to inflict secondary damage.

A ferocious head flew high, with twisted horns, scarlet eyes, and red skin.

"Next one." He stood on a huge protruding rock in the valley, grinning and said to the demons around him. "Come again, don't you want to kill me? Come on, let's die one by one."

"You are too arrogant, human."

A Khorne demon that didn't look as strong as its kind jumped onto the rock, holding an equally ferocious giant ax in its hand. It bared its sharp teeth and cursed in a vicious language: "Come to challenge alone,

How long do you really think you can hold on?"

"Persevere until your mother is hacked to death by me - oh, I'm sorry, you don't seem to have a mother, I apologize."

Angron's vulgar words made his face twitch: "You damn worm! If we hadn't still had the pride of being a warrior, you would have been chopped into pieces by us!"

"A warrior's pride?"

Angron smiled coldly, and something in the clouds above his head began to roll endlessly, making a huge roar.

"Are you worthy? Ha, it was me who proposed the death fight. You just know that if you don't agree, you will be destroyed immediately by a plastic cannon. There is no honor in such a death. You might as well fight with me.

Fight to the death."

The demon's face became even more distorted, and Angron waved to it: "Come on, it's your turn, waste. Fight with me."

"How dare you-"

Before it could finish speaking, it received an ax blow on its chest. Lightning was released from the axe, anesthetizing its muscles in an instant, and the demon let out a huge scream. Psychic lightning was destroying its muscles.

Muscles and nerves, this kind of pain is unbearable for living creatures.

But it was a Khorne demon after all, so it still raised its right hand, wanting to fight back - unfortunately, in the next second, Angron swung his ax and chopped off its head.

The skull rolled down and filled the gaps in the protruding rocks. Seeing this, the demons of Khorne raised their weapons even more fervently. They were actually enjoying this deadly fight.

Blood, battle, glorious death - what else do you need but no slaughter?

Without Angron's urging, the next demon jumped up and impatiently waved the twisted sword in his hand. The Lord of Red Sand smiled disdainfully, but this time, he did not launch an attack.

Instead he snapped his fingers.

His body disappeared in a wave of fluctuations. Before the Khorne demons could figure out what happened, a low buzz came from the gloomy clouds above their heads, like some kind of terrifying giant.

The omen before the beast eats.

The next second, a huge beam of light fell from the sky, turning all the demons on the surface into ashes.

On the spaceship, Angron wiped the blood from his face and laughed disdainfully: "Do you really think I will fight you one by one until you die? I have no brains..."

His arrogant appearance made a giant standing beside him sigh helplessly. He had a pair of wings on his back, and his appearance was handsome and relatable. At this time, his face was looking like a frown.

"You are too brave to do this, Angron, fighting a group of Khorne demons without wearing armor... Sigh."