Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

What is He Shenyan going to do?

The answer is simple - close those goddamn warp portals.

He's not one to procrastinate, the unique teleportation technology aboard the Vengeance will get the Iron Serpents and Crimson Blade fighters to where they want it, and air power has deep devastation. This mechanical dragon has the ability to circumnavigate the earth in fifteen minutes and perform ground strikes. Those Khorne demon armies suffered.

There is no need for him to worry about the affairs of the palace, so he can focus his energy on the most important things at the moment.

Killing demons in the physical realm amounts to banishment, and you can even say that the last sentence is meaningless if you don't take into account the heroic warriors who died in the process - they will be in that filthy warp anyway. Rebirth is nothing more than a matter of time. Therefore, no matter how much you kill, it's just useless work.

He Shenyan hates to say that, but it is the truth.

He has to solve the problem at the source.

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Sometimes people have to let their fear and anger out in order to be able to do other things. In other words, the same is true for other emotions - such as joy, rejoicing for the rest of your life, and the like.

Litosis didn't like the atmosphere spreading among the soldiers, and he had no solution. After all, so did he.

After the injury was simply dealt with, he quickly returned to the front of the line. Of course, the medical nuns wouldn't let him off so easily. Their heroic spirits would come over from time to time to check on the condition of Litosis's abdomen. And he was very gently assured that if there was any problem with the wound, he would be taken back to a safe place immediately.

Litosis had nothing to say about it - what else could he say? Against the heroic spirits of a group of medical nuns?

The golden warrior stood opposite him and looked at the young officer of the Lucifer Black Guard with a very satisfied look: "Boy, have you tried to join the selection of the Astartes?"

"What?" Litosis was startled. "No, my lord, no, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"Ha!" Yingling smiled boldly and patted his shoulder. "How many times did I say don't call me my lord, we are comrades in arms!"

He looked around and looked at the Astral Army soldiers who were all wounded: "...comrade-in-arms! Do you understand?"

"Just call me Galahad." The Heroic Spirit said with a smile.

"Okay, Galahad."

Litosis's heart was filled with a sense of pride, what an honor to be recognized by an Astarte, and even allowed to call him by his first name? He couldn't help but smile, too: "I did want to join the Empire Fist when I was a kid...but I failed in the primary election. My physical fitness was unqualified."

The heroic spirit who called himself Galahad rolled his eyes: "Hmph, the imperial fist..."

He grinned in dissatisfaction, and Litosis was sure that he saw two very sharp teeth: "Oh, forget it, those stones have always been like this, they are very old-fashioned."

Galahad seemed to know them very well, and he smiled again while talking: "I still remember when I finished the mission with them and invited them to drink... You know the group of stones and Did I say something?"

Litosis looked at him blankly.

The heroic spirit laughed again: "They told me, 'Drinking is the source of weak will, we invite you to practice calligraphy with us', can you believe it? What a group of stones! We are the winners!"

"There's no reason not to drink alcohol after victory, do you think so?"

Litosis was at a loss for the answer. On the one hand, he knew that Galahad was right. The monks of the Imperial Fist are indeed very old-fashioned,

But on the other hand, he respected them very much, and instinctively did not like to joke about them.

Galahad didn't care so much, he laughed to himself for a while, and then walked to the other side of the position. At this time, they only occupied the rear part of the Martyr Bridge, and the momentum of the reverse thrust was temporarily stopped. One is that they are short of manpower, and even if they can push back to the bridge under Galahad's leadership, it is impossible to keep their positions under the attack of the demons.

Secondly, there are too many demon corpses on the ground. This actually gave the Martyr Bridge a little more geographical advantage invisibly. They would slip and have trouble keeping their balance while stepping on corpses, and there's no reason demons wouldn't. After going back and forth, they simply deployed at the end of the bridge.

The golden hero squinted, pressed the power sword on his waist and looked at the dark hive across the bridge, with words in his mouth that Litosis couldn't hear clearly: "I hate fighting this kind of defensive battles the most. ......It's just torture!"

His complaints didn't last long, and soon, there was a roar of filial piety in the nest. Galahad's expression changed, and he immediately turned from the bohemian to a serious warrior. The power sword was drawn, and golden light shone on it.

He began to command in an orderly manner: "Prepare for battle, suppress fire. It will take a little while for them to come, and this distance is enough for us to make this gang suffer!"

The soldiers immediately approached a simple fortification made of metal panels, on which Litosis rested half of his body. He was checking the magazine of the M35 light gun, and this baby is all good, but it is easy to lose battery power sometimes. He is also not sure if this is because of the last overload...

Thinking of the way he took this thing back for the maintenance staff to check after the war, Litosis couldn't help shuddering. He was sure that he would be punished, but he didn't know how many people would be punished like him.

"Get ready!" Galahad's roar still echoed in their ears. "They're coming soon!"

Litosis rested the M35 on his right shoulder, where a thick layer of calluses had developed. It was extra comfortable to lean on, and he had gotten used to the gun. The Black Armor adjusted the magnification of the scope, and then adjusted the shooting mode to semi-automatic. Regarding fire suppression, he has a different opinion - he prefers precise shooting, the kind that can take a life with one shot.

As long as you hit it right, it will be very effective.

They waited—waited for an unknown amount of time, minutes, or ten minutes, but the attacks of those demons never came. Even Galahad began to wonder if his perception was wrong. This reckless heroic spirit simply dug out the fortifications and stepped forward on the demon corpses all over the ground.

"Wait, my lord!"

Seeing this scene, Litosis immediately became anxious, and called back to the adults. But Galahad just raised his hand, shook it, and threw a sentence: "Stand on!" and then continued to move forward.

He didn't stop until he reached the head of the Bridge of the Martyrs, opposite the Hive. The corpses of demons are everywhere, some long dead, some just dead. Like the one in front of him. From the looks of it, it should be a Blood Reaper—no, half.

Its upper body and lower body were separated, but it was not slashed by a blade or interrupted by a bomb, but torn apart by some force. One side was at his feet, while the other side was floating in the air abruptly and eerily.

That appearance made Galahad's battle-hardened Heroic Spirit look horrified. The lines on his face hardened, and then he pulled out the bolter, and the sword and the pistol began to move forward.

"Honestly, I don't advise you to go any further, Galahad."

A voice came from behind him, and the heroic spirit immediately held his breath—he didn't actually need such an action, but his nervousness made him do it anyway. Nothing else, he just felt a sense of threat.

It felt like when he faced the beast with his bare hands as a child...

Galahad didn't turn his head, he only saw a man in a black robe walking gracefully from behind him, then snapped his fingers. The corpse of the Blood Reaper that had been floating in the air fell down.

The moment he saw his face, Galahad immediately put away his weapon and lowered his head: "It was you."

"Of course it's me, hard work, Galahad. Rest is a luxury..." He smiled lightly. "Fortunately I have other ways to relax."

He Shenyan lowered his head, and the ground of the Mercyr Bridge began to vibrate. At first, Galahad was wary. He even wanted to draw his weapon again, but it didn't take long for him to realize that the Lord in front of him was doing something.

The corpses of the demons floated up and gathered in the air to his left. Their bones began to twist, their flesh turned over, and the scene was utterly sour. I'm afraid even Slaanesh believers can't think of such a picture. Galahad also felt nauseated, but when the finished product finally appeared in front of him, the heroic spirit couldn't help but laugh.

"It's funny isn't it?"

He Shenyan asked with a smile. Then Galahad nodded again and again: "You are a genius!"

"...Although I am, but how much you praise me for this kind of thing still makes me a little distressed." The mage's smile became a little weird, he beckoned towards the corpse ball of the demons, and then Shi Shiran flew into the nest, leaving only one sentence.

"Go back and get on with your business, Galahad, but you don't need to garrison here. The portals in this hive will be closed by me soon."

Behind him, Galahad looked at the demon ball and couldn't help laughing more and more happily - he couldn't help it at all, the whole father is on top, this excellency is really good at taunting! He could actually think of putting the corpse of the Khorne demon into a picture like a skull and a middle finger!

The laughter of the heroic spirit floated far away, and, thinking of He Shenyan's last words, "the portal will be closed soon", he laughed even more happily. With his canine teeth, he could guess where the Devil Ball was going to be thrown.

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