Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Rambo was awakened.

In fact, he was used to being woken up. In the past, it was nightmares that woke him up from sleep. It was not easy for him to fall asleep, and it often took several hours of hard work to sleep for half an hour.

The mental pressure tortured him more than the physical pain.

But not tonight. Tonight, he was awakened by the early warning device that he had never thought about since it was installed. The iron basin fell to the ground, making a huge noise. It sounded like a machine that was about to be damaged.

respite.

Rambo stood up quietly, already holding the M16 in his hand, turned on the safety, and leaned out of the bunker to start aiming.

One thing that must be admitted is that the moon is not very bright tonight. At night, without a suitable sight, the power of the firearm will be reduced by several levels.

After all, how are you going to kill an enemy if you can't even aim?

He held his breath and looked down the hillside. There were dozens of shaky black figures among the mountains and forests. What he saw was not clear, but he still broke into a cold sweat instantly.

Nightmare scenes lead to nightmarish behaviors. Without hesitation, Rambo climbed over the bunker with a gun. He quickly approached the first black figure, and the distance between them was only three meters.

Rambo could smell the damn rotten smell.

He silently raised the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger - the sudden sound of the gunshot was much louder than the previous sound of the iron basin falling to the ground, alarming many animals that came out to hunt at night.

Several owls flew overhead, emitting a shrill hooting. Rambo did not stop and continued walking towards the next target. His tactics were very risky, no, this could not even be called tactics.

If any bastard instructor dares to tell his students to walk up to the enemy's face and shoot, he will definitely be shot. This is not any tactic Rambo learned on the battlefield, his behavior is just to ensure his killing efficiency.

You can't gamble on luck.

If you shoot hastily, you will only waste bullets. Under the night sky, the hit rate cannot be guaranteed.

There is only one fate if you are unable to kill them quickly. Dozens of zombies will crowd in front of you, stretch out their stiff but still powerful arms, and eat you alive.

He must be reckless.

Rambo was running wildly in the mountains and forests. This was a combat environment he was familiar with. The face-to-face situation also ensured his hit rate. Every time the M16 sounded, a zombie would have its head blown off.

It took him about forty minutes to deal with all the zombies. Breathing heavily, Rambo returned to the back of the bunker with blood all over his body. He opened a bottle of precious bottled water and washed his hands before starting to drink water.

When his emotions calmed down, he instinctively felt that the behavior of these things was not normal - they seemed to have become more sluggish, even less than before.

Can this kind of thing bring down civilization?

Rambo shook his head and took another sip of water. He changed the magazines and took two more and put them on his waist. He hung the gun on his body, turned around and picked up the shovel to shovel the corpse.

Although he didn't think he could sleep tonight, he didn't like breathing air that smelled of blood either.

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After a deep and peaceful sleep, Litosis woke up from his sleep.

He slept so well that he actually didn't like the feeling - in this case, it would take more time for his body to wake up.

Putting on his uniform, he asked: "Is there any news for me?"

The pattern in the room immediately answered him: "There is no news, Captain. You can move freely today."

Free movement? What can he do?

Litosis shook his head and buttoned his cuffs: "Call me the training ground closest to me in the Terra Space Station."

Terra Space Station is a huge place, with everything inside it - no, maybe it should be called everything.

According to rumors, some people have even seen a casino here. I don’t know who is so bold as to open a casino on the Terra space station.

"Please wait a moment, Captain... the transfer is successful, do you need to go immediately? According to the data, it is not advisable to exercise on an empty stomach in the morning."

"Of course I won't go there now."

Litosis was laughed at. The pattern formation was good in every aspect, but it was rather rigid.

After a simple meal, he set off on the road to the training ground—although this place was called a training ground, in fact, it was not the kind of place that people thought was a mixture of a gym and a shooting range.

It is a simulated battlefield that trains soldiers' combat skills... Due to the high degree of simulation, many people are even immersed in it and find it difficult to extricate themselves.

When he opened his eyes again, Litosis saw a scene of dilapidated ruins. At the same time, a curtain of light unfolded in front of him.

"Simulation: Last Man Standing."

"Identity: Ordinary Astra Militarum."

"Mission description: You are a member of the 781st Regiment of the Astra Militarum. Your unit suffered a major blow in a rebel hive world. The traitors used hidden heavy firepower to destroy your ship.

Some of the soldiers who first landed on the ground were easily killed by them."

"Now, you are the last one. You were lucky but unfortunate to fall into the lower hive city during the explosion without any injuries. And you have to face more than 30,000 rebels armed with deadly weapons. They are hidden in the hive city.

, and your mission is to fight for the Emperor."

After reading the last line of words, the light curtain dissipated in front of his eyes. Litosis expressionlessly checked the light gun in his hand, which was an M36 Catrell.

Normally assigned to Cadian commandos...it looks like he's a Cadian in this simulation.

simulation......

Litosis took a deep breath of the stinky air in the lower levels of the hive city and began to walk forward. When choosing the difficulty of the simulated scenario, he chose the nightmare difficulty. It must be said that the formation was really honest.

——This is really a fucking nightmare difficulty.

One person faced more than 30,000 enemy troops, and even had heavy firepower. He only had a Carterell, four standard grenades and four magazines in his hand. It was a nightmare.

There was no expression on Litosis's face. He didn't expect to win, he just hoped to kill a few more. What a joke, the Astartes didn't dare say they could kill through the hive alone.

Thirty thousand traitors, let alone a mortal like him.

Just do your best.

He cautiously walked towards the flaming wreckage not far away, and unsurprisingly heard the conversation of several traitors.

The reasons for betrayal are usually varied, some fall into Chaos, and some are simply dissatisfied with the rule of the empire. No matter which it is, Litosis doesn't care. For him, there is only one fate for traitors.

His finger was on Catrell's trigger, and several figures talking were already in front of him. Several dead people were lying at their feet, and they looked like they were also from the 781st group.

Carterell's low but sharp voice suddenly sounded, and several rebels were beaten to death before they had time to react. The power of the light gun was amazing when faced with flesh and blood, and the vaporized flesh made the wounds even invisible.

Bleeding.

As long as you don't face some damn things, light guns can always play their intended role.

Litosis did not show his head directly, but bent down and quickly moved between the bunkers. He carefully circled the ruins twice, and only after making sure that there were no enemies nearby, he returned to the dead traitors.

He took away the grenades and ammunition from their bodies, and took an M35, commonly known as the Galaxy-style light gun, behind his back, and left here without any regrets.

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Half an hour later in the real world, Litosis suddenly sat up from his training cabin, with a trace of pain still on his face. He had just been attacked from behind by two rebels in the simulation, one holding a dagger.

He slit his throat directly.

The feeling of death is not pleasant.

Wen Zhen's voice sounded gently in his ears: "Captain, you just killed 432 people. Your shooting accuracy is-"

"——Okay, no need to announce anymore, just let me slow down."

Litosis wiped the sweat from his forehead and stood up from the training cabin. Beside him, there were many such cabins, most of which were occupied. Many soldiers were training in them, but there were no

Astartes.

Litosis noticed this and asked: "Is the training ground not open to monks?"

"The spirits of the Astartes monks are too strong and can easily resonate with simulated scenarios, so they cannot use the training cabin. The Mechanic-Priests are following up on this matter."

I see.

Litosis nodded, stood up and planned to leave here. When there was no mission, he didn't know what to do, and life was usually very boring. But the pattern did not make him bored for long.

"Breaking news, Captain, please go to the teleportation room immediately."

"I see."

Fifteen minutes later, he arrived at the teleportation room.

His commander had been waiting behind the transparent wall above for a long time. He was holding his hands behind his back. Litosis didn't know his name, but he didn't care either. Seeing him coming, the commander nodded towards him.

"Captain, I have some bad news for you."

"What?"

"The samples you brought back have evolved." The officer's expression was extremely serious. "After absorbing about three people's worth of nutrients, they have the ability to make the host violent."

"Violent?"

"Let Wen Zhen explain it to you." The officer rubbed his brows tiredly. He didn't sleep all night last night. He was so busy submitting documents and other matters that he couldn't enjoy any rest.

Wen Zhen quickly took over his work: "The curse extracted from the samples was used on the clones. The two research samples initially showed unexplained physical stiffness and slow movement. Their strength was increased,

With permission, they were injected with nutrients approximately equivalent to the flesh and blood of three adults."

"After obtaining these nutrients, their originally stiff bodies became more sluggish. But after just an hour, both research samples showed superhuman speed and strength, and at the same time they were even more hungry for nutrients.

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"After obtaining permission, the research samples have been killed. All experimental samples you brought back have also been destroyed."

"You should know what this means, Captain." The commander said tiredly. "The survivors on Colony One are in trouble, so your mission has been advanced. Do you have any objections?"

"No, sir."

"Very well, two thousand troops are on the way. Get ready, Captain."

"As you command, sir."

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Rambo threw a grenade, and the explosion sounded two seconds later. The intense fire light dispelled some of the haze of the night, and also caused the two zombies to be blown to pieces.

He did not stop, but immediately started to pull the trigger, and the M16 began to spit out tongues of flame. Under the influence of the ignited trees, he was finally able to aim smoothly. But there was still a problem.

Those walking corpses.

For some reason, they all started running very fast. These zombies came in the middle of the night. As soon as they arrived, Rambo noticed something was wrong. They were too fast, not like zombies or even human beings.

Not to mention aiming, it is very difficult to follow them with the naked eye. If Rambo hadn't been very familiar with this terrain and laid many traps in it, he might have been caught by them and feasted.

Even so, he was fighting in a difficult situation - these damn bastards were too fast. He couldn't understand why a group of dead people could be so fast? How could they be so fast? This was against common sense.

But he also thought that the resurrection of the dead and eating people everywhere was so fucking unreasonable.

Gritting his teeth, Rambo shifted the muzzle of the gun. A figure rushing towards him suddenly stopped. This short pause made it fall into the frenzy of bullet building, and the surging firepower tore its body into pieces.

Rambo, who had another kill, did not stop. He ran away. Just now, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of several other zombies running towards him. While running, he took out a grenade and

He pulled out the ring, threw it under his feet, ran forward a few steps, and flew away from here.

Terrifying heat came from behind, and the monsters that made no sound other than the sound of running also made a second sound this time. Rambo clearly heard the sound of their bones and flesh being blown to pieces, and his own

There was also a heartbreaking pain in my back.

He was injured, maybe even worse. He gritted his teeth and climbed up from the ground with a groan. Detonating a grenade at such a close distance was no different from risking his life. If he had the choice, he would never do it. Unfortunately, Rambo has never been

No choice.

Without checking the injury or taking time to rest, he quickly changed the magazine of the M16 in his hand and loaded it. But the unfortunate thing showed its advantage in killing many American soldiers on the battlefield - it jammed.

"Oh shit!"

With an angry curse, Rambo immediately threw the M16 to the ground, pulled out the M1911 from his waist, and aimed the .

Sighing.

finished?

Rambo did not dare to let down his guard. A heartbreaking pain came from his back, causing him to grit his teeth and cry out in pain. At the same time, a huge blue light appeared in the distance of the valley.

He winced and realized something - is it the commander and his troops? Are they back?