Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Sergeant Heisenberg has lost count of how many magazines he has emptied. The R-1 in his hand is very durable. Even if he fired so many bullets, there was no overheating or barrel damage.

Signs of burning.

However, he could no longer hold on. The inner side of his injured left leg was twitching one after another, and the pain surged up like an ocean, which was simply indescribable pain.

"Hold on, Sergeant," one of the original crew members of the Holy Ring whispered to him. "This is not the time to die yet."

"yes."

Heisenberg gritted his teeth and responded: "I should be able to live for another ten minutes... What about you? How are you?"

The soldier with a resolute face shook his head: "There are only ten people who can be contacted. There was no trace of this rebellion before it broke out. The Skyhawk has already explored the specific situation. It is Chaos pollution, but the target of the pollution seems to be

It was chosen completely at random.”

He showed a sarcastic smile, and the muscles on his dirty face squirmed, revealing bloody teeth. Heisenberg felt a sense of desolation in his heart - after a short discussion, the 617th Vostonian Sons Regiment he belonged to

It was decided to launch a counterattack together with the 618th Regiment, but they died very quickly.

Ordinary clothing cannot withstand the firepower of the R-1 type, and their light guns hitting the Skyhawk are basically polishing the opponent. Heisenberg should have died, if not for this group of Cadians who suddenly appeared

Man, I'm afraid that the 617th Regiment will be completely dead now.

"It's fucking terrible."

A soldier next to this soldier said this: "We have installed new armor and weapons, but in the end we have to fight with our own people... We can't contact the captain, and we have about 300 people left.

But it’s still a damn four kilometers away from the bridge.”

He cursed again, and the curse was extremely unpleasant. Heisenberg turned his head and glanced at him. This man's military rank should be lieutenant, and his violet eyes revealed his identity.

That's a good thing - the Vostonians are always happy to fight alongside the Cadians at any time. The latter are highly regarded among the Firstborn, and they are even jointly rated as stars in the Ministry of War manual.

A role model for the Border Army.

Heisenberg's gaze made him turn back, and the Cadian lieutenant gestured towards him: "If you can't hold on, I have a few grenades left here - do you understand what I mean?"

"I still have one myself." Heisenberg patted his waist, then gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, leaned out of the wall, and pulled the trigger. The precise shot hit a soldier with a fanatical face, who was

Before he died, he shouted and cursed the traitor.

A sense of absurdity welled up from within.

"They think we are the traitors." Someone in the crowd who volunteered to join the death squad said in a low voice. "What a terrible joke."

"At least we still believe in the Emperor, that's enough, soldier. We know who we really are, and they... no matter what, they are traitors. This is an even scarier joke, don't you think?

how?"

"Not bad, Lieutenant." The soldier who spoke grinned. "Fucking great."

The Kadian lieutenant spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and wiped it away with the sole of his shoe: "You know what's going on. Well, no matter what, we still need to push forward for the last four kilometers - does anyone have a plan? We

I have been stuck in this corridor for more than five minutes, and the traitor following behind me is almost catching up."

"I laid booby traps, Lieutenant, this should buy me a little more time." Another soldier said, his Skyhawk armor was damaged on the chest, and his helmet disappeared. Most of the flesh on his right cheek disappeared, which made

His voice sounded a little strange when he spoke.

"Well done, boy, it's a pity that I can't give you an award!"

The lieutenant laughed vulgarly: "From the eldest son group, do you have any suggestions? You have the most ideas along the way."

Heisenberg, who was called by name, shook his head: "I don't know who designed this corridor, but that guy definitely didn't consider gang jumping or intra-ship combat when designing it. Judging from the map you provided -

—”

He pointed to the map of the Holy Ring projected on the wall by a soldier's Aquila wrist armor.

"——There is no corner that can be used as a bunker in the last four kilometers. In other words, they only need to huddle behind and fire a salvo to kill most of us. I don't know much about the Skyhawk armor.

But I guess it can’t withstand too many rounds of R-1 bullets, right?”

"It's an air bomb." The soldier who first addressed him corrected him. "But you're right, sergeant."

The soldier sighed: "You are right. Alas."

The lieutenant, who never stopped talking, cursed again: "...In other words, we have to stop here? In the last four kilometers, so many people died before we could advance here...

.No, we must try everything we say, even if we can't get the message out, we will still die on the way to the charge."

When he said this, his voice was very soft, but very firm. It reminded Heisenberg of the dead political commissar and regimental commander, who also rushed to their death with similar tone.

"There has to be a plan, Lieutenant... We have been fighting side by side for a while, but I don't know your name yet."

The Qadian glanced at him and smiled indifferently: "They are all going to die. Do you know what the use is? I am a lieutenant, you are a sergeant, they are soldiers, and we went to the bridge voluntarily.

Suicide Squad...that's enough, do you have a plan, Sergeant?"

"Yes, but it's not a good plan."

"At times like this, just have a plan."

Heisenberg took a deep breath and began to describe a battle plan that was no different from suicide. On a normal day, the noncommissioned officer who proposed such a plan to let the soldiers die needlessly would probably be shot by the political commissar immediately. The Astra Militarum knew that they

We accept sacrifices, but we will never accept unnecessary sacrifices.

Our life is the emperor's currency, use it wisely.

"According to the map, there is no cover that can be used as a cover in the last four kilometers - I have said it once, but we can find a way to create some cover, I mean...

.Wait, what is that sound?”

"Get down!"

The lieutenant's roar came next, deafening, reminding him of the sound of a mortar being fired. Before that, Heisenberg had never thought that a person could make such a sound. Then, there was a roar behind him.

's scream.

Driven by instinct, Heisenberg turned his head, and the passage of time slowed down before his eyes. The scream was elongated, and at the other end of the long, dark corridor, the metal that made up the surface of the Holy Ring's hull

Start to twist.

The void shield that had been stopped for a long time did not work as it should. A huge, oval metal sphere broke through the surface of the ship's hull with a creaking sound, crushing through the broken metal. The steam pipe was completely destroyed, and the cables were exposed.

There was an unpleasant smell of burnt lake in the air, followed by violent vibrations and smoke flying everywhere.

Then, a thunderous roar sounded.

"For Ruth and Allfather!"

The giants covered in furs rushed out of the smoke, and the smoke spread under their feet, as if they were surrendering. Heisenberg heard the lieutenant let out a sound that was almost a scream: "Friendly forces! We are friendly forces! The Emperor is above

!”

There was a burst of laughter among the giants, and blue shields emerged from their bodies and merged even larger, blocking all the air bullets shot from the other end of the corridor. One of them, a particularly tall one, slowly moved toward them.

Walking slowly, the fully covered armored face was gloomy and solemn. From the scarlet eyepiece, Heisenberg saw his own face.

He was shocked to find that he was crying uncontrollably.

"Well done, soldier. You are still fighting for the glory of All Father. I am glad to see this - I am Logan Grimnar, the leader of the Space Wolves. Which of you is the commander?"

The Cadian lieutenant gave Heisenberg a slap in the face. He had a higher rank than him, but that's what he did.

"I, I am, Your Excellency!" Heisenberg blushed and said.

"Well... you are injured. With these clothes, you are a sergeant of the Vostonian First Sons Regiment? Yes, we can leave the specific identity until after the war. As for now, I need you to tell me

Explain the specific situation of the Holy Ring."

Behind him, the pack of wolves began to advance. The members of the death squads watched this scene solemnly and immersedly. No one made a sound except Heisenberg who was speaking.

The wolves began to run forward in an orderly and rapid manner using their shields. The air bombs had no effect on their shields, and at most they could only cause ripples in them. They soon disappeared. At the other end of the dark corridor,

Screams were heard continuously.

More shocks followed.

"The main force has arrived." Logan Grimnar lowered his head and glanced at the trembling deck beneath their feet.

He said: "The battle will be over soon - so, back to the topic, Sergeant. Did you just say that there was an unidentified rebellion on the Holy Ring?"

Heisenberg nodded. He knew that the truth might cause them to be treated as rebels. However, as the last member of the 617th Regiment of Vostonia's eldest son, he believed that he must remain honest. Only in this way can he live up to his expectations.

The name of the eldest son group.

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"Yes, sir. We can't find any reason for a rebellion. Moreover, they don't seem to think that they are traitors. Instead, they think that we are the traitors."

Grimnar nodded thoughtfully: "I understand. Thank you for your candidness, sergeant. You can stay where you are and take a rest. We will clean up the traitors. Captain Alio of the Frostwolf

Na Anastasia will take you in and investigate the truth."

"Are we going to die?" one of the suicide squad members asked.

His voice did not sound timid, but was full of courage. Heisenberg saw that the giant in front of him seemed to be surprised and stopped before he wanted to leave.

"No."

After a while, the giant replied: "The brave have their own rewards. I can guess what you are here for... You have done your best, and we will do the rest."

Have a good rest, soldiers, you deserve it."