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"Don't think about it, Steve."

He Shenyan smashed his fantasy mercilessly: "Do you know what you have done?"

Steve answered him with blank eyes.

The mage sighed, then raised a finger, and the black smoke gathered and formed on his finger until it became a cloud that kept spinning: "Look, this is the warp. Right?"

Steve nodded, raising his hand to allow the center of the circle to scan his side.

The mage raised another finger, a golden spot of light appeared on that finger, and then entered the dark cloud. The black cloud rushed up almost immediately, trying to drown the light spot. However, it was very tenacious, extremely tenacious. Not only was it not engulfed by the cloud, it even ignited a huge flame to burn only one third of the cloud.

"As for this light spot, I'll use it to refer to you." He Shenyan said slowly. "Do you think that after these things happen, this light spot can continue to fight for a while as it did before?"

"My Healing Game"

"...Isn't it?"

"Snapped."

He Shenyan clenched his fingers and clenched them into fists. Clouds and spots of light disappeared at this moment. All that was left was his calm face: "No, Steve Rogers. Stay here, the battle is not yours. And, in an hour at most, this war will be over soon. I suggest you Concentrate on your own recovery and completely discard the influence of the warp."

"After that, you can come to me to apply, go to Terra to help them rebuild and so on."

"How did you know I had such a plan?"

Steve looked at him in astonishment, and got He Shenyan's roll of eyes.

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Givaudoren walked in the secret passage, the heavy iron boots splashed a cloud of smoke.

The air here is so dirty that his filter keeps warning. The full-power-allowed filter made his helmet hum incessantly, and it made the quiet passage that had nothing but his footsteps sound a little different.

He walked here for a good fifteen minutes at a watchful and fast pace. Fifteen minutes exactly, no more, no less, just right. The reason he knew so clearly was because there was a timer on the eyepiece. It was nice that the machine shared some of his brain's computational responsibilities, but it also gave Jivaldoren a sense of urgency.

He had to be quick - it took him fifteen minutes just to walk through the secret passage, and without Valyrian, he didn't know how to make the Custodians who were battling demons aware of what he was going to do next matter. If there is no way to use the enchanted bomb, then he is equivalent to white coming here, and Valyrian is no different from white dying.

Passing through the secret passage, what was revealed in front of Givaudan was a space composed of black metal and cables. All that was left for him was a narrow passage, and he squeezed through them. Power armor makes these mortal irons whine.

The untimely 'ideas' in Jiva Doren's mind began to haunt him again, and he suddenly thought, whether those mortals who died in the hands of the demons, like this mortal iron, suffered indiscriminate disasters?

...No, get rid of distractions, Givaudan.

He secretly warned himself and started walking towards the depths of the cable. The eyepiece began to analyze a suitable path for him, and as he squeezed through the millennia-old pipes and cables, the filter reading went up a notch again. What it filters has changed from toxic air to highly toxic air.

Jiva Doren had no doubts about himself, if he didn't wear a helmet, he would probably be poisoned immediately.

Five minutes later, there was a hollow echo of his foot on the floor. At this time, he knew that he had almost reached his destination. The height in front also began to get lower and lower. Givaudan could only walk in a squatting position. He carefully moved the armed belt on his body.

Don't let those enchanted magazines get crushed by power armor.

The center of the circle said when handing over these dangerous treasures to him, be careful not to let them collide violently with the ground, or be under tremendous pressure. These things that have just been produced are not perfect and have not been tested in terms of stress. If he rashly exerts too much force, it may cause the circle on the bomb to explode prematurely.

He crouched down and started walking slowly. From time to time he would encounter some dangling cables, and after a difficult crawling, the eyepiece told him that he had reached his destination.

Without hesitation, Jiva Doren raised his right hand and then slammed it down. The composite plate, cast from the alloy, was punched with a hole in it.

"boom!"

Another punch, this time, the composite board was pierced, revealing the last layer of wood below that was soaked in holy oil and used as the ceiling. Jiva Doren didn't know what planet the wood came from, but they didn't show any signs of rotting after 10,000 years, which was enough to make Astartes feel guilty.

"I'm sorry, and may you forgive me," he whispered.

At the same time, he punched again - light poured out of the gap, and the noise of the battlefield was captured by his helmet in an instant, and it was sent precisely into the eardrums of Jiva Doren. He took the bolter off and held it in his hand, changed the magazine, set it to semi-automatic mode, and the eyepiece helped him start aiming.

His fingers were already on the trigger.

Now, there is only one factor that restricts him from pulling the trigger - he cannot communicate with the Custodians on the ground. The communication channels of the Custodians are encrypted and have very strict confidentiality procedures, and his power armor server cannot Hack this channel. And, even if he invaded and showed the truth, would they believe it?

While waiting, eight minutes passed again. Afterwards, Jiva Doren keenly discovered that the door between the thrones was pushed open. A figure he was familiar with jumped up and landed in the green tide, standing still like a reef separating the waves. The demons bumped into him, only to usher in a shattered ending.

There is a way!

Givaudon ecstatically began to mobilize the button on the side of the helmet. He wanted to establish contact with Angron and let him inform the Custodians-after that, he was absolutely capable of instantly reversing the situation on the battlefield and making the balance of victory completely poured towards them.

However... the moment he placed his fingers on the knobs on the side of the helmet, Astarte froze with a familiar coldness. His fingers began to twitch, as if someone were moving his fingers, as if wrestling with him. This was indeed the case. Givaudron's entire hand was slowly being taken away from his helmet.

damn it!

He cursed loudly, roaring from his throat, his arms seeming to be wrestling with an invisible enemy. And that thing gradually emerged from the darkness, with a sharp beak and feathers all over its body. This creature squatted between the cables and pipes, its limbs twisted and its body elongated abnormally.

"Hello, Astarte - I hope my clone makes you happy to kill, I noticed that you are missing a companion, ah, that forbidden soldier, he is dead, isn't he?"

Tzeentch's demon patted its paws with delight, and Jiva Doren was stiff and completely immobile. Things had gotten to the worst, and what puzzled him the most was something else.

The demon seemed to know what was going on in his mind, and said with a grin: "Isn't it strange why your false god didn't help you? He's in danger! Astarte, you are as stupid as your ground comrades, focusing Killing the enemies in front of you, but not seeing the future, do you really think Nurgle's favored people are so stupid that they will just stand there and kill you obediently?"

It laughed wildly: "Because they made a deal with us! You are on the eve of victory - you have the numerical superiority - you have a starship over your head, but so what?"

The laughter disappeared in an instant, leaving only its calm face. Deeply, deeply calm, like a vortex, it absorbed Givaudron's emotions, leaving only despair in his brain.

"My god just needs to kill your master at this time, he's too weak, sitting on a chair... old and not dead, old and not dead!"

The demon shouted frantically, but dared not say his name.

The despair was gone, and his heart was steel again. The non-commissioned officer of the World Swallowing Brave laughed and spat out a few words, causing the demon to wave his claws angrily and insert it into one of his heart, even the upgraded power armor could not resist its sharp claws.

"You dare not even say his name..."

"Yes, but you will die here, before him," said the demon gloomily.

Blood spilled from the corner of Jiva Doren's mouth, he raised one hand, grabbed the demon's claws instantly, and closed his fingers with a sneer -- the power armor not only upgraded the defense, the same huge output made him instantly twist After breaking the claws of the Tzeentch demon, he grabbed it and brought it close to his chest. An enchanted magazine was severely impacted, and it began to flash a dangerous red light.

"But you fucking never thought of this, you bastards!" Jiva Doren roared, hugging the screaming demon and turning into a pillar of fire together.

Between the thrones, Angron raised his head.