Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

What happened to Sergeant Talixis was just a small microcosm.

Jumping gang is a cruel term in the dark galaxy. There are many people who love this attack method, but they also know very well that if possible, jumping gang is always the second choice.

It's a pity that the orcs won't talk about "second choice" to you. For their simple minds, it may be difficult to say whether the word choice exists or not.

"Captain Dalikar needs medical support, I repeat, Captain Dalikar needs medical support!"

The young, promising Commodore Vensatoria yelled over the comm channel as he pulled an old man into the back of the line with blood on his face. But there was no answer from the medical nuns in the channel, which meant two situations.

First, those respectable ladies were all killed by the orcs. Second, there was a problem with the transfer of the communication, and they could not be contacted.

Either way is not a good thing.

Wensatoria gritted his teeth and pressed the captain's chest and abdomen that was still bleeding, but the old man with white beard and hair shook his head weakly at him. Captain Dalikar is famous for fighting alongside his soldiers, which is one of the reasons why he was hit by stray bullets.

"I have no chance of surviving, Vensatoria. The bullet may have shattered my internal organs. In fact, I am not dead yet, and the Emperor has mercy on me."

The pain was so painful that even his voice was trembling, but Captain Dalicar still maintained his proper manner and demeanor. He stared at Wensatoria, moved his neck and nodded to him: "I am the colonel, are you Commodore, therefore, after my death, you will take over the command of the Messenger of Faith and become her captain, is there any problem?"

"No problem, Captain."

"You're the captain now. Ah..."

With one last soft sigh, he stopped moving. The long-renowned Captain Dalika, who was regarded as the father of Vensatoria, died.

But Vensatoria had no time to grieve -- he wasn't allowed to grieve.

He doesn't have that qualification. Every moment he wasted in his grief was a waste of a soldier's precious opportunity, a blasphemy of their fearless sacrifice.

Wensatoria turned his head, and a scene of chaos erupted before his eyes.

The soldiers fired wildly towards the dark cabin, seeming to have completely lost their composure, he frowned, and stopped a soldier transporting the wounded,

He shouted at him amidst the gunshots: "Who is your chief?!"

"The sir is dead, sir!"

The soldier also responded with a roar: "We are stationed in the hangar according to the order of the headquarters, and we will not let those beasts approach!"

Command? !

Vensatoria was overjoyed—since it was an order from the headquarters, it meant that at least some of the think tank formed by the captain and those high-ranking officers still survived, and they still had a chance to turn the tide of the battle.

The sudden jump of the orcs paralyzed most of the facilities on the Messenger of Faith and divided it into many different small battlefields. However, as long as the headquarters is still there, there is still hope.

Wensatoria's idea is not groundless, he is very clear about the combat quality and ability of the soldiers on the Messenger of Faith. They may look panicked now, but that's only temporary. ... After all, no matter how good the soldiers are, they are useless without the transfer of officers. They must cooperate with each other to win. No war is won solely by soldiers or entirely by officers.

"How long ago did the command's order arrive in the hangar?!"

"Forty-seven minutes ago, sir!"

The soldier was almost roaring, someone had just thrown a few shock bombs out, and the loud noise made everyone have to speak at the top of their lungs.

Wensatoria was almost certain that the medical nuns were not killed by the orcs, but that there was a problem with the communication. Otherwise, he wouldn't need to work so hard to communicate with this soldier. The communication channel can solve this problem.

"Good, good! Hold your ground, soldier!"

Wensatoria raised his hand and pointed at the old captain's body: "That's the body of Captain Dalikar, put him at the end of the position!"

There was a firm light in his eyes: "Find me another fifteen people, I want a complete armed team, and we have to open up a road to the headquarters!"

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At the same time, in the headquarters that Wensatoria was thinking about, a woman was holding a pair of headphones and yelling.

This woman with a heroic face yelled in a posture that didn't match her appearance at all, it was almost filial piety.

"Second Lieutenant Arakson, I gave you seventy armed soldiers, and half an hour later, you told me that there were only twenty-one of them left?! And you haven't completed the task I gave you! You Goddamn idiot, you're just tarnishing your last name!"

A man's breathless voice came from the earphone: "I'm sorry, Captain Lilf! However, the route to the second engine has been completely occupied by orcs! It is impossible for seventy people to pass through them and reach the second engine." Engine! You must—”

"—Shut your fucking mouth and go back to Hangar 4 with your useless ass to support the people there! Useless piece of shit! Prepare to be a second lieutenant for life!"

The woman known as Lieutenant Lilf threw the headset in her hand on the podium angrily, and then limped to the other side. She picked up another headset and started calling.

"This is the command post, repeat, this is the command post! Medical nuns, are you all right?"

After a short babble, a calm female voice answered her in the background of the screams: "This is Staci, the medical nun, who is calling?"

"I'm Captain Lilf, Sister Staci, how are you doing?"

"We have a long front based on churches."

Sister Staci's voice seemed to be very comfortable. She even comforted the patient who was undergoing surgery during the interval of her speech, and then continued to answer Lierv.

"Many soldiers are fighting alongside us, and we have retaken all four important aisles near the church."

Lilf breathed a sigh of relief—originally, there were special military doctors in the navy, and they didn't have to act with the Faith Messenger.

It was Captain Dalikar who let them board the ship despite all the arguments. No one knew what he thought, but this incomprehensible decision had a far-reaching impact, giving Lierv a shot at the moment. cardiac. ..."My Emperor, Sister Staci, I really don't know how to thank you!"

"Don't thank me, Captain, thank the Emperor. We have come aboard your ship in accordance with his will."

Sister Staci's voice was still very calm: "So, tell me, what do you need us to do for you?"

"That's right, nun. There is a communication transfer station 700 meters away from your church. It is connected to the communication network at the stern of the ship, and it is now paralyzed. We must restore it to work!"

"I see."

Sister Staci replied calmly, and her tone once made Lilf feel that she was talking to the Battle Sisters.

—clearly, she was one of those people who didn't know much about the Medical Sisters, or had misunderstood them.

Many people think that medical nuns are helpless and just simple doctors. They didn't know how tenacious these nuns who were used to blood and death but still held a benevolent heart possessed.

They are indeed the most gentle of the nuns, and can even give effective medical advice to soldiers in psychological counseling, but that doesn't mean they can't defend the Empire, smash heresy or xenomorphs.

Sister Staci, who was far away on the front line of the church, put down the scalpel in her hand, applied ointment to the wound of the poor soldier whose leg had been cut off, and wrapped his wound with quick but gentle movements.

Then she left the anesthetized soldier, walked out of the church door, and found the soldiers' temporary commander.

"Lieutenant, I just received a message from Captain Lilf from the command center. She hopes that we can repair the communication transfer station near the church."

The lieutenant, who was talking non-stop into the headset, gave her a gesture and an apologetic look, hoping she would wait for him. After he used the dirty word for the fourth time, he finally put down his earphones.

"Sorry, Sister, these stupid pigs don't even know how to support Sergeant Talixis, and I have to mobilize people to help him. By the Emperor, he and his team are in charge of the armory."

The lieutenant shook his head: "You just said that Lieutenant Lilf wants us to repair the communication transfer station? I understand."

He raised his hand and picked up the headset, intending to find a team to carry out this task. Sister Kestaci raised her hand to stop him.

"I'm going too, Lieutenant."

"what...?"

The lieutenant's expression indicated that he might suspect that something was wrong with his ears, but Sister Stacy quickly gave a different doctor's order, dispelling his doubts about the function of his ears.

"I said, I want to join this mission too, Lieutenant."

"Are you sure?"

The lieutenant asked cautiously: "You are a medical nun, if you stay in the church - just like your other sisters, you will undoubtedly exert more power."

"I can't take it anymore."

Sister Staci's expression gradually became fanatical, and she pressed her hand on the revolver at her waist. This is their only weapon, seemingly inconspicuous, but it can kill an orc with a single shot. ….She said word by word: "I can't bear the emperor's loyal soldiers being sent to our operating room by these damn beasts, howling and suffering. They must pay for this, and I want to kill them with my own hands ——!”

The lieutenant took a step back indiscriminately, the nun's beautiful face had been distorted to an indescribable situation. Apparently, she was especially fanatical about that belief.

So he decided to compromise. There were many reasons, but the main reason was not because of the fanaticism of the nuns.

It was because of something that happened to Sister Staci, some legendary story that was circulated-this nun could have been promoted long ago, but she always refused it.

Not only that, but she has made great achievements as a medical nun in some battles. Whenever anyone asks her, she will say that this is the emperor's will.

The lieutenant nodded at her. "I see, nun."

In this way, everything is proceeding logically, wars are everywhere, and wars are eternal.

It's no wonder that Khorne is the most powerful evil god. Slaanesh is greedy for pleasure, Nurgle only wants to corrupt, and the things that Khorne loves are everywhere in the galaxy.

Death, blood, war - synonymous with Khorne.

People don't have the right to get rid of it with her, at least not yet.

The Messenger of Faith, floating above the orbit of the forge world Sigmar Ustari, is still fighting for the paralyzed communication network, but Sigmar Ustari itself has long been caught in a deeper battle.

——Until now, this news is still only known to a small number of people. .

Use a knife to scratch the wallpaper to remind you: Remember to collect it after reading it

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