Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

If you're going to test a man's character, give him the right to do so.

It is no longer known who the old proverb came from, and the truth has dissipated into the wind along with the bones. Whenever someone says these words, it is like the wind blowing through the empty ribs of dry bones, and this echo is the last thing they leave in the world.

Steve raised his hand, indicating that everyone else should stay outside the door and not enter with him. Helbrecht rightly asked: "How can you be alone with that vicious killer?"

"She's an ally now, Grand Marshal," Steve replied mildly. "And, don't you think I don't have the ability to protect myself?"

He patted his arm half-jokingly, and it was only then that Helbrecht belatedly remembered that the gentleman in front of him who had always been gentle and courteous was a Primarch. He bowed his head in embarrassment and stopped talking.

"Then, Sicarius, please open your door."

"...As you order, my lord."

Sicarius opened the door of his room as if resigned to fate, Steve stepped in, and the door closed behind him. It was dark inside, but that didn't apply to him.

The darkness faded from under his feet softly, Steve's eyes penetrated the submissive darkness, staring at Laris shivering in the corner of the wall.

"I mean no ill will to you, ma'am."

"...that's not what your psychics say." She said in horror.

"Maybe, but I can't control it just yet." Steve nodded noncommittally.

He didn't ask Wenzhen to turn on the light for the time being, because he was familiar with conversation skills and knew that the most important thing at the moment was to stabilize Liz's mood. Rash stimulation is not advisable—however, a question also began to hover in Steve's mind.

What exactly is his power?

Come Liz Hesperax, one of the most dangerous Eldar in the entire galaxy. To describe a warrior who has experienced many battles is biased, a killer who does not need any armor and can defeat the Chaos Terminator one-on-one with only a pair of daggers.

But this power can scare her into such a state.

Steve doesn't think it's impossible that Liz doesn't have the will to match her record. Anyone who has experienced many battles must have a will of steel. This is the law. The two complement each other and are indispensable.

He was silent for a while,

Then he said: "I'm here to ask you about the face-tearer Graka, Ms. Liz. You said that your god gave you a revelation and you know its location. So, where is it now? ?”

"...I can't describe it directly. It is a feeling, and your lines can understand this feeling. The old captain's coordinates are extracted from my 'feeling'."

"Your god gave you a 'feeling'?"

Steve's expression became slightly weird.

Liz's voice became serious: "Inniyed's actions have their own intentions, and her words and deeds are imbued with the laws of the universe-I forgive your doubts, but don't do it again next time." .”

When she said the second half of the sentence, she obviously lacked confidence and finished speaking bravely.

Steve shook his head, making no personal comments about her beliefs. To him, neither the identity nor the character of the gods mattered, and he didn't even care whether this Uniyed actually existed.

As long as Liz is still a partner of human beings, he will not make irresponsible remarks about her beliefs.

"So, ma'am, can you share your feelings with Wenzhen again?"

He clapped his hands in a rather small range, a slight sound sounded, the room was lit with soft lights, and the darkness was completely dispelled. Liz shrank in the corner, not daring to look at him.

"I had planned to do this...you insisted on coming to the boat, which disrupted my plan." She complained softly.

Steve didn't say anything, just turned around and opened the door, and walked out. He glanced at Sicarius who was looking straight at the aisle corridor, patted his shoulder, and shook his head meaningfully.

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The Octarius star area, a star area favored by demons, orcs, and Tyranids one after another. On the surface, the entire star region has long since fallen, but in fact it is not.

Humans are tenacious, and they can always find a way out somewhere. Even in a horrible world completely enveloped in radiation, some humans can survive.

It is in everyone's nature to be alive.

Just like the gang-jumping battle that took place on the Retribution-class battleship Faith Envoy.

It is responsible for guarding the Forge World Sigmar Ustali - a duty that is extremely difficult at the moment considering the situation around the Forge World.

However, the Imperial Navy is still faithfully performing their duties.

Until death.

Talixis pulled the trigger, and crimson beams flew out from the muzzle of the gun one after another. His marksmanship was so good that the position where he and his dead squad had been stationed was still in the hands of the marines.

"Sergeant Talixis, report your current situation to me."

"It's a bad situation, sir."

Talixis spoke softly, almost drowned in the growls of the orcs and the low whistling of his light gun. He has always been like this, so his chief has long been used to it.

"How bad is it, sergeant? Could it be worse than that time you jumped gang and got stunned by one of your own grenades?"

"Not bad, sir. My squad is dead except for me, I've run out of ammo for my bolter, and I couldn't get my power sword back from an orc's corpse. All I have left is one weapon. M35 light gun and a picked up combat shotgun, luckily enough ammo."

He recounted his current situation clearly and in a very orderly manner, and at the same time adjusted the light gun to the three-shot position, with the butt of the gun against his shoulder. The supple recoil gave him good feedback, and the M35's three bursts of fire once again killed an orc trying to charge him from the narrow passage.

"Understood, sergeant, hold your ground and stay alive. I will send reinforcements to your location as soon as possible. May the Emperor bless you."

The communication was hung up with a beep, and the channel fell into silence again. Talixis knew very well why his commander had sent someone to rescue him—make no mistake, he was just a petty Imperial Navy petty officer with no illustrious background.

The reason why the officer is so concerned about his position and safety is because the position he is responsible for is very important.

Behind him is one of the twelve arsenals on the Messenger of Faith. If this place is lost, the consequences will be disastrous. The orcs can achieve such terrible results with their tattered weapons, no one dares to imagine how they charge with the imperial weapons.

——With their size, these brutes may be able to hold a heavy shotgun in each hand, or simply charge with a heavy multi-barreled laser gun. The devastating firepower is deadly in the narrow corridors of the ship. .

Talixis took a closer look at the other side of the dark corridor. There was silence, and the orcs seemed to shrink back. He emerged from behind the bunker, jumped out of the bunker with a light gun in his arms, and rolled to the side of a long-dead naval armed soldier.

"Sorry, brother."

He reached out and took a combat knife from his dead brother's belt, scabbard and all. Then there's shotgun ammo. The tense material search lasted only a minute and a half before he had to return to the back of the bunker and set up his gun.

The ground has already shaken, and the metal ground is shaking. The dust danced frantically in the dim light above his head and the firelight in the corridor, and the breath of blood rushed into Talixis' nostrils. He took a deep breath, and the butt of the gun touched his shoulder again.

An orc in heavy armor rushed out, with a hideous helmet on his head, behind him were more green-skinned bastards who were slightly shorter than it, and their iconic battle roar reached Talixis' ears again .

The corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably, and at the same time he cursed angrily: "Damn beast!"

Heavy armor——Although the heavy armor on the beast was obviously assembled, it didn't even hide the traces of welding. However, Tarixis was well aware that the appearance of orc weapons and armor was irrelevant.

A light gun can't penetrate this kind of thing, so he has to get close... But, can he really survive being close by an orc in heavy armor?

No time to think.

Tarixis pulled the trigger, killing the unarmored orcs with pinpoint precision. The light gun can still play its due role in the face of this kind of flesh and blood. He moved the muzzle of the gun methodically and pulled the trigger. The corridor of 700 meters was created by him as a road of death.

However, the heavily armored orc was already in sight. It trampled on the blood and bones of its companions to come here, before Talixis.

It does only one thing.

Gritting his teeth, Tarixis dropped his light gun and took out the combat shotgun that had been kept behind the cover. This action took him two seconds.

In just two seconds, the orc had already rushed in front of him in a real sense - Talixis could see its cruel eyes surging through the gap of its ridiculous helmet, and could smell its stench , you can also see the rust on the chainsaw ax in its hand.

At this moment, his mind was blank, only instinct.

Instinct drove him.

"boom--!"

The loud gunshots echoed in the corridor, Talixis fell to the ground, and there was a burning pain in his back. Regardless of checking, he immediately left the place, and at the same time raised the muzzle of his gun and fired again and again. The terrifying firepower of the combat shotgun hit the body of the heavily armored orc, completely turning its body into a lake of rotten pulp of iron and flesh.

Panting heavily, Talixis didn't know whether to rejoice or thank the Emperor.

He kissed the combat shotgun in his hand, a treasure that was always more reliable than a lasgun at close range. At the same time, an unfamiliar voice came from the headset built into the helmet: "Sergeant Talixis, we are the A-7 armed team, and we are moving towards your position. Please reply."

"Received, received, A-7 Armed Squad, this is Talixis, I have received your message."

"Understood, Sergeant, we'll be there soon."

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