Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Young Luciferian Blackguard Lithosis pulled his power sword from a traitor's chest.

It wasn't over yet. He used great composure to narrowly avoid the battle dagger that another traitor stabbed at him, and sealed his throat with a sword in his backhand. Blood spattered out, and the shameful traitor fell down clutching his throat.

Go down.

Litosis watched him die without mercy, without any emotion in his heart. He pressed close to the wall, pulled out the bolter from his waist, felt the vibration of the ground, and waited patiently - about forty seconds later,

A group of people entered the narrow corridor.

Then, death comes.

Litosis expressionlessly pulled the trigger at them, and the gunfire was loud. The explosive bomb exerted its full power in this situation, punching through the chest of the first person, and the remaining force was still unabated, and another

Broke another man's stomach.

When the twelve explosive bombs were fired, all the rebels who came to support them were dead.

At this time, Litosis began to communicate with his superiors on the communication channel: "Litosis reported that the west corridor is under my complete control and we can start the offensive."

"Copy that, Captain Litosis, stay where you are and stay alert."

Litosis did as he was told, but the order to 'stay where you were and remain vigilant' allowed him to kill one hundred and seventy-three rebels with one person in the west corridor. When all the dust settled,

The ship once controlled by the traitors was also returned to their hands.

"Another military achievement, Captain Litosis."

His commander came over with a relaxed tone and a warm expression. Litosis did not show any happy expression and just nodded calmly.

The battle to defend Terra changed so many people, Litosis was one of them. He was no longer as obsessed with honor as before.

His appearance did not surprise the commander too much. Litosis had been transferred to their legion for two years and had made great achievements in battle. It stands to reason that he would have been able to receive promotions and awards long ago, but he refused every time.

I want to stay in this special legion and hunt down those traitors.

He smiled, and Litosis' persistence naturally made him respect him: "Get ready when you get back to the spacecraft, Captain. Someone wants to see you."

"see me?"

Litosis frowned.

After a while.

The meeting was held as scheduled.

Litosis spent half an hour taking a shower and changing his clothes. When he stepped into the conference room, he was not surprised to see two officials wearing uniforms of the Ministry of Military Affairs.

"...Two sirs, I remember that I reported back half a year ago. I don't want any form of promotion."

The taller one smiled: "We know, Captain Litosis, that your reasons for not wanting to be promoted are very valid, and we have no reason to object. However, we are not here to discuss promotion with you.

The problem."

The shorter one also nodded, but did not smile, but looked serious: "If it is just a matter of promotion, we don't need to come in person."

"What is that?" Litosis asked.

The two looked at each other, as if they had reached some kind of consensus. The tall official nodded to him and said, "That's right, Captain. You have participated in the Second Battle of Terra, right?"

Litosis frowned and even began to doubt the true identities of these two people - was it possible to go out on business but not know his own status?

He replied patiently: "Yes, actually, I was once a member of Lucifer's Black Guard."

"Do you have no objection to the disbandment of the Lucifer Black Guard?" the short official asked suddenly. "Do you want to rebuild it?"

"...This is not a funny joke." Litosis had already narrowed his eyes. "It's not even a joke, sir. Please tell me what you have to say."

The tall official smiled and took out something similar to an electromagnetic coil from his belt. He fiddled with it a few times and placed the thing on the table.

Facing Litosis' puzzled look, the tall official explained: "This is a new type of technology, used to isolate any form of eavesdropping... Of course, it's just a little unnecessary caution, please."

Don’t take it to heart.”

His smile, attitude and even this meticulous explanation made Litosis feel ridiculous. Who doesn't know that the officials of the Ministry of Military Affairs are all uncles? When have they ever been so polite to others?

"What the hell are you-"

The short official interrupted him and said calmly: "-As you may think, we are indeed not officials of the Ministry of Military Affairs, Captain Litosis. We are from a top-secret organization that was just established."

Litosis listened calmly on the surface, but was actually thinking about how to inform the people outside the conference room. Due to the nature of the meeting, he did not bring any weapons, and he felt a little regretful at this time.

Unexpectedly, his thoughts were completely noticed by the short official, who showed a rare smile, which was not gentle and looked very stiff, as if his facial muscles were not familiar with this feeling.

"It's right that you don't trust us. How about you give me and my colleagues a chance to prove our identities?"

Litosis nodded coldly.

The tall official slowly put his hand into his belt. His belt seemed to be a bottomless pit, and it was still up to his elbows. This sight that went against common sense made Litousis' face twitch, and he suddenly moved toward the tall official.

Pounced over.

The opponent was thrown to the ground by him. At this moment, Litosis had already thought of a way to deal with the short man. He would first hit the tall man on the neck to make him unconscious, then turn around and knock down the short man with a sweep, and then kill the tall man with a sweep.

He was pulled into the ground battle. Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his hand, it stopped in mid-air.

Because the tall man took out an instrument from his belt, and from the center of the instrument, a golden light radiated that Litosis felt extremely familiar - he had felt it during the second defense battle of Terra.

Once you have experienced this brilliance, you will never forget it in this life.

After a while.

Litosis sat across from the two of them with a somewhat embarrassed look on his face, his back straight: "You should have explained your identity to me earlier..."

"We were explaining at the time, Captain." The short man said. "But you seem to be a little impatient. Of course, it's also because my companions are not familiar with the array technology. In short, please allow us to tell you why we are here.

."

The tall man coughed: "The thing is, the empire needs a group of capable and completely loyal talents. So we found you, Captain Litosis. You are capable, in fact, you are very capable."

The short man accepted his words tacitly: "Not only did you survive the defense of Terra, but according to records, you even personally killed a Khorne monster and seventy-two bloodletters. Shino

What an amazing achievement.”

The tall man coughed again, as if his throat was uncomfortable: "You have made great achievements in the past year and a half since you joined the hunting corps. In fact, we have been observing you for a long time - based on careful discussions, we

I think now is the time."

"I don't understand, you two."

Litosis was not dazzled by their praise of him. On the contrary, he remained calm: "What exactly do you want me to do?"

The two looked at each other.

"It's not what we want you to do, Captain." The tall man said slowly. "It's what the empire wants you to do - let me put it bluntly. The empire has a plan and needs talents like you."

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Frank said slowly: "I don't understand, Fulgrim."

"Huh?" Phoenix asked in confusion.

"You've been here for three years..." Frank pointed to the ruins that had been completely cleaned up. "That's all you've done?"

Fulgrim seemed not to understand what he meant at all, and even answered seriously.

"Ah, of course it's more than that, let me think about it."

Phoenix, who was wearing a thin cloth, thought for a while and replied: "I also personally carved tombstones for many soldiers who died here."

Frank's brows were frowning deeper and deeper.

"Of course, they have no corpses for me to collect. Ten thousand years have passed, and they have long been integrated with this planet. Listen to the howling of the wind, Frank, this may be the sound that once blew through their empty ribs.

..."

Fulgrim lowered his head and stared at the ground: "For ten thousand years, no one has even mentioned them."

His worries were obviously misplaced, and Frank didn't bother to care about them. The Punisher didn't answer his words at all and changed the subject: "What else?"

"...You're really impatient, you know that?"

"I know, so, what else?"

Fulgrim sighed, suddenly feeling that he was talking to Angron: "Did He tell you what you asked He to do here?"

"He asked me to come here to save people."

"Thankfully he mentioned this matter, otherwise I don't know how to explain it to you."

Fulgrim sighed again: "I'll try to explain it to you as quickly as possible. Anyway, I guess you don't care about why this phenomenon occurs here."

Frank returned an approving look.

"In short...Although Yin Stefan 3 is a dead planet, it is different from any other planet. The betrayal that happened here was so tragic that it created some other kind of planet."

thing."

"demon?"

"No, it's not, it's an echo."

Fulgrim said with complex eyes: "There are many people... who are trapped in this echo. These souls have experienced that betrayal and unwinnable battle over and over again. What you have to do is

Rescue them. I think I need to tell you in advance that you will not kill anyone in the process."

"What you see are just phantoms of the past, but it's best not to take it lightly."

Frank didn't speak, just nodded. He didn't even ask why he was the only one who could enter this echo.

He doesn't care.

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Sol Tarvitz doesn't care how long today's battle lasts. Right now, he only cares about one thing.

Gritting his teeth, he dragged a seriously injured brother back from the enemy's gun. This was the job of the pharmacist, but the pharmacist was already dead. They were all dead, and many others were dead.

The orbital bombardment destroyed many things, their loyalty, their beliefs. But there are some things that not even death can erase, such as Sol Tarvitz's will.

He will never give in.

However, some things have begun to change - such as where he is now.

He remembered being in Anthem City, he remembered issuing a warning to anyone who was still loyal... and then they went underground, relying on the trenches and underground defenses to the west of Anthem City to escape the deadly

Survived the virus bomb.

However, there is another memory, a memory of him giving a speech among a few hundred survivors. He remembers what he said, and he also remembers the expressions of those people who looked at death as if they were home.

What did I say? Where am I now?

His question was dismissed by the incoming bomb. Tavitz dragged his seriously injured brother back to the back of the bunker and found that he was dead. His eyes were still wide open when he died, and his face was stained with blood, fatally wounded.

It was a vicious sword skill that tore half of the chest apart.

He recognized that kind of martial arts, and a rage began to boil in his heart - what could be more ironic than being killed by someone he once regarded as a brother?

Sol Tarvitz poked his head out from behind the bunker, and there were three traitors walking towards him. Their armor was blue and white, and they were obviously World Eaters.

But it was not the two thousand great warriors who were still loyal led by Captain Erlen, but a group of cowardly people who succumbed to their miserable father.

"Come out, Tavitz!"

One of them called his name inarticulately: "Come out and we will give you a death worthy of you! You have earned our respect."

Your respect? You are nothing, and your respect is even more useless.

Sol Tavitz's face was as dark as water. He took his dead brother's bolter from his hands and checked the magazine. There were still seven bullets. If it weren't for the continuous gunshots outside, these three people would have discovered it long ago.

The gunfire gave him a solution.

He bent down and planned to move out of the bunker, but suddenly he heard a scream. When he raised his head, Sol Tavitz shrank. He saw a black-armored warrior emerging from nowhere with a sword.

Cut a traitor in half.

The saw teeth of the chain sword were still spinning and did not stop. Broken flesh and blood spattered out, but he had already disappeared. The next second, a short knife penetrated the heads of the remaining two traitors one after another.

Who is this?!

One hand picked up the chain sword stuck in the traitor's body, and a low, ice-like voice sounded from the darkness: "Come out."