Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

What appeared in front of him was a vast land, not as narrow as before. But still cruel - hundreds of Astartes riding hoverbikes were fighting against aliens several times their number.

Seeing this scene, Tamali adjusted the safety without any hesitation and got ready to shoot. Who needed to support him? There was no trace of corruption on those Astartes.

The light gun fired and accurately hit the chest of an Eldar. He looked at his sudden appearance of five holes in his chest in surprise, and then fell to the ground. The sound of the light gun could not arouse in this battle.

There was no slight disturbance, but the death of the first Eldar officially announced their arrival.

"Keep shooting, Tamali." He Shenyan said to him without looking back. "You alone are an army, and the Astra Militarum is here to fight alongside you."

"As you command, my lord!" Tamali roared, extremely emotional. He didn't know that his eyes turned golden, and he didn't know that what the mage just said was not a pre-war declaration to arouse emotions.

It's a declaration.

Tamali was still shooting, non-stop. He seemed to have mastered the method of keeping this weapon from overheating like a master without any teacher. He could always cool it down quickly between shots. But I don’t know which round it started.

At first, the number of beams emitted by the light gun changed.

One, two, ten, hundreds of thousands... golden beams of light fell like raindrops among the aliens, and death came to them in an instant. The numerical advantage that was originally dominant was completely eliminated at this time

Turn into nothingness.

Tamali looked back in shock. The heroic spirit with a golden body stood beside him, really fighting side by side with him. Their military uniforms and even the styles of their carapace were different, and even the styles of their weapons were different. The only thing

Maybe only one thing is the same.

Something he understood immediately.

They are all Astra Militarum.

Dead, but still wanting to fight, the Astra Militarum...the fearless mortals stood here, fighting alongside their solitary descendants.

Seeing this scene, Chagatai Khan, who was cutting off two alien heads with one knife, couldn't help but let out a long roar full of complicated emotions - it turned out that he had not forgotten himself...

But, what's going on outside?

He held the knife and prepared to find the next target. Originally, the White Scars' best fighting method was to ride hoverbikes and pierce into the enemy's heart like a blade, but they were low on fuel. This embarrassing situation forced them to carry out a walk.

war.

At this moment, a strange voice came to his ears: "Don't rush to fight yet, Chagatai Khan, the enemy that really needs attention has not yet arrived."

Jaghatai Khan suddenly turned around, and what appeared in front of him was not an enemy, but a tall, thin man wearing black robes with a pale face like a ghost. Like him, he had an oriental face and eyes that should have been black.

At this moment, golden flames surged inside.

"Who is your Excellency?"

"A mage... Of course, I also have an identity that you may be more willing to accept."

He raised his right hand with a smile, and deafening thunder suddenly sounded in the depths of the dim network. Lightning struck, and he held it in his hand, turning into a golden sword of lightning. The Khan shrank—

—Psychic?

What level of psyker is this? Is the return of those heroic spirits also related to him?

His thinking did not last long, because the killing had already come. The man raised his hand, and the lightning sword with countless tiny lightnings dancing on the sword drew a fatal arc in the air, and thousands of lightnings poured out from it, in the darkness.

A living hell was created among the Eldar.

When the charred corpses of their companions appeared in front of them, the members of the conspiracy finally realized the seriousness of the problem. They hurriedly wanted to escape - but how?

Relying on the vehicle they came here with? I'm afraid not, not to mention the sword-wielding man and the Astartes, even the mortal heroes who appeared out of nowhere are not something they can deal with.

Amidst the roar of chainswords, bolters, lightning and light guns, no one of them survived. However, Jaghatai Khan did not relax his vigilance. He still remembered the words "the real enemy has not yet arrived." Sure enough,

The change happened in the next second.

Every Dark Eldar soul has a wound that can only be healed with pain, a void that can only be filled with torture, a desire that can only be extinguished with blood. They do not have the protection that other Eldar have.

The soul's means, therefore, its soul will surely fall into the hands of Slaanesh after death.

The corpses of the Dark Eldar trembled slowly. The blood was glued together by some inexplicable attraction and began to boil. Even the air was distorted by the high temperature. But the strange thing is that the blood itself did not suffer any loss and was still huge.

, like an overwhelming net.

The corpses stood up under the net. Their faces were pale and bloodless, and their limbs were stretched and twisted under the pull of strange forces. They began to deform according to Slaanesh's preferences - until a man interrupted.

this process.

"That's enough," he said. "Stop showing off your pathetic aesthetics and come out and face me."

Everyone held their breath, even Chagatai Khan. A terrifying and huge sense of oppression came in an instant, just like a tourist watching a tiger in a zoo. You can act unscrupulously because you know the tiger

Can't hurt you.

But what if the tiger's cage is broken?

——The cage was broken, and the tiger stretched out its claws and exposed its fangs. So people trembled.

"You..." a faint voice moaned. "I like you very much, mage."

"That's a shame."

He Shenyan's expression was more serious than ever before, and the golden flame flashed away, protecting the souls of everyone present from corruption. He snapped his fingers again and sent them away through the portal. But from beginning to end,

Slaanesh had no intention of stopping it.

She just stared at him through the curtain of blood and twisted monsters, full of love.

"What a pure and perfect gem... Why not enjoy it with me? I know you also have a lustful side in your heart... What can he give you?"

"Things you can't give."

"Yeah?"

Slaanesh smiled softly. At this moment, her power actually broke through the limitations of subspace and appeared in front of He Shenyan. What she asked for was not to attack, nor to sow corruption in He Shenyan's heart.

Seed.

She only did one thing.

She gave the mage a loving kiss.

"I'm looking forward to that day." She said firmly. "Whether it's your fall or my death... I accept it happily. You will definitely give me a supremely pleasant death, gem."

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