Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

The chainsaw cut through the air, and the woman disappeared in place, but in the blink of an eye, she appeared behind Loken. Breathing out like blue, his seemingly weak hands wrapped around his shoulders like some kind of sticky reptile. However, if it tightened a little, the Seiko Power Armor immediately let out an overwhelmed whine.

An unpleasant chill crept up Loken's crest. The muscles of his face began to tremble slowly from excessive anger... At this moment, he heard the sound of the thing again.

"Don't you have any doubts?" she whispered, leaning against Loken's ear. "Why does he need you at this time? Why did he send you alone on such a dangerous mission? He clearly has a better candidate..."

The scarlet eyepiece captured the figure of the woman, and Loken pulled out the bolter with his right hand at lightning speed and fired three shots behind him.

The flesh was pierced, her blood spilled on the ground, and several large pits were corroded in the blink of an eye.

The woman let out a charming moan, and her beautiful face suddenly became heterogeneous. Scales like snakes appeared next to her eyes and face, her tongue became slender, and her eyes gradually turned into an ambiguous and chaotic purple.

"You know what, Lone Wolf... We're all the same, and I'm not understood by my fellows. They're all just for a moment's pleasure, only me—"

She tightly bound Loken with those arms, and her sharp tongue left a wet mark on his helmet: "—only I will choose to eat you slowly."

The artificial muscles started to operate with maximum output, and Loken's own strength was once again enhanced. The servo unit of the Seiko Power Armor began to make a manic noise, and Loken himself also roared with rage.

He roared and broke free from the woman's restraint, turned around, and slashed at her neck with the chainsaw sword. The single-molecule blade that should have been indestructible actually slashed on the tank when it touched her slender neck. the sound of. The woman didn't even choose to resist, she still smiled, her uncomfortably slender tongue swinging in the air.

"It's too late," she said suddenly. "Your mission is doomed, and your name is doomed to be buried in the dust. Like your Legion, it will forever be nailed to your history for contempt."

Astarte didn't listen to her at all, holding the chainsaw in both hands, the bolter was thrown to the ground at will. He slightly raised the chainsaw sword to find a better way to exert force. She tried her best to press those serrations on her neck with the greatest strength, but she was still uninjured.

I can't even hurt her?

This absurd thought appeared in his mind, and was buried in Loken's will in an instant. He gritted his teeth and raised his hands again, intending to continue trying. And the woman obviously didn't want to play with him anymore. Her skin began to crack every inch.

Like fragments of ceramics, it peeled off a little bit and fell to the ground with a crisp sound. The musky scent that was so thick that it seemed to drown people in it began to permeate, and she finally stopped hiding herself and completely abandoned her human form. A sickening thing emerged from that breach.

It has a crab-like body, but is more slender, and the human limbs vibrate weakly and boneless around the body. The head of a fat woman was nailed to its breast carapace, and there was the head of an old man. They stared blankly at the ground, and after the monster crawled around on the ground with its wet body, it raised its head.

Loken stared at it without fear, with nothing but killing intent in his eyes. This killing intent can even be conveyed to the demon through his scarlet eyepiece, which lifts a hand belonging to a human female,

The white skin is shining, and there is even a string of agate stone bracelets on the wrist. The hand danced in a random circle, making an obscene gesture.

Can't beat it--Gavill Loken knows that. He is a trained Astarte, a Shadowmoon Wolf. He can deal with demons, but something that he can't even hurt is clearly beyond his ability. Unfortunately, he is a stubborn man.

Giving up is never an option. Javier Loken, the last Shadowmoon Wolf charged towards it - and then, after just one encounter, he was knocked out. Loken didn't even see how it made the move, the world was spinning, and the next moment, he was already in the air, and there was a severe pain in his left arm.

He fell to the ground, and the pressure index on the eyepiece rose to an extremely dangerous number. The system kept warning him, and Loken frantically took off his helmet with his only right hand. He didn't need this thing to keep reminding him - couldn't he see that his left hand was in the mouth of that thing?

It laughed lowly, chewing on Loken's arm, Tao Gang and the flesh and blood were easily shredded by it like cotton and swallowed. And the woman's voice still echoed in this dark space: "Does it hurt? Honey, it doesn't matter, soon, you can only feel happiness."

The blood dripped on the ground, and Loken shook his head, resisting the dizziness in his mind. He struggled to his feet and launched another charge. It was better this time, he got a little closer to it, saw some of its movements, and flew back again. There was a sharp pain in his chest, and it was conservatively estimated that at least four ribs were broken in the blow just now.

damn it.

With a cold face, ignoring the pain, Loken got up again. As if he didn't know what pain and fatigue were, he launched a third charge—this time, as if his steely willpower had affected reality, the ground actually began to tremble.

......what's the situation?

Loken stood there bewildered, the damn thing poisoned him somehow, he was sure of it. Otherwise his brain wouldn't feel so groggy or even think smoothly. Still, he was puzzled by the situation.

Am I hallucinating? Why is this so?

He opened his eyes slowly - why did I see a hot golden sun? This sun... is even approaching me?

The next second, a thunderous roar of filial piety exploded in his ear: "Evil!"

Loken staggered to the ground, doing his best to keep himself from falling to his knees. He was breathing heavily, a burning pain in his abdomen. His eyes were gradually covered with golden light, and a tall warrior in blue armor was running towards him. The demon let out a scream of horror he had never heard before, and the next second, he saw a flaming sword.

Forced, Loken looked away. In just a second, there was a burning pain in his eyes. If you continue to look at it, I am afraid you will be blind. Loken shook his head again, the dizziness had been dealt with by his modified organs, but the tinnitus still existed.

In the noisy sound and the friction from the bones in his body, Loken heard the roar of the warrior and the scream of the monster.

After three minutes, he passed out.

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"His bleeding is too severe, my lord, the wound is full of toxins, and the hemostatic gel doesn't work!"

"Psionics should work. If I use psionics to remove toxins around his wound, will hemostatic gel work?"

"It's worth a try, my lord."

"very good."

The unconscious Loken heard a few vague words, and he felt someone carefully touching his wound. A sharp pain jolted him out of his coma, and he swallowed the instinctual scream from the pain. Loken's eyes were dark, and he couldn't see what was in front of him very well.

It just felt like a man was watching him worriedly.

"Who are you?!" he shouted, raising his hands in a defensive posture, dazed. The sound of the Instefan No. 3, the bombardment, the screams, and the laughter of the traitors were heard again in my ears. And the icy voice of the man he once regarded as his father...

"Since you refuse to join, Loken, then you should die with them."

"No!" Javier Loken growled furiously. "no no!"

Until a warm hand pressed against his shoulder, making him tremble. A convincing voice said to him: "It's all right, soldier, calm down! You need treatment!"

... treatment, what treatment? Who to treat? me? The darkness in front of him finally retreated, a worried face looked at him, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief after meeting his eyes.

"Are you awake? Soldier?"

"...I, where am I?"

"Middle level of the nest, soldier." The man gave a wry smile. "Can you sit down and have this nun do some therapy for you? Your arm is still bleeding."

Loken lowered his head and saw a nun standing beside him with hemostatic gel, covered in blood, looking at him angrily. Shadow Moon Blue Wolf opened his mouth apologetically, but didn't know what to say. He had to sit down honestly.

While receiving treatment, he talked to the man: "Who are you?"

"Just a soldier like you, nothing to say."

In Loken's gradually sobering mind, he recalled the scenes he saw and heard at that time little by little. His eyes widened a little: "—No, my lord, I..."

He said dryly, "You, who are you?"

The man looked at him and sighed helplessly. He patted Loken on the shoulder again: "Find me over there after the treatment, and we'll talk about these issues later."

He pointed to the exit on the other side.

Loken nodded, then the nun patted his shoulder armor. The nun, still full of anger, said coldly, "Lie down!"

He did as he was told, and saw a wobbly lamp hanging from the darkened ceiling. I felt an unprecedented peace in my heart.