Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

【Who is a serious person learning magic in Marvel?】 【】

Running over the stardust, the two ships roared silently in the vacuum. They had the streamlined appearance and beautiful silver color that did not conform to the imperial ships, nor did they have a strong Gothic style. However, the Imperial Aquila was shining brightly on the front of the ship.

Steve breathed steadily, one breath after another, and he didn't change his breathing pattern just because the fight was imminent. After so many battles, there was one thing he knew by heart.

Those who do not keep calm are not qualified to win in war.

"grown ups."

Sicarius bowed his head respectfully: "The pattern reports that we have entered the edge of the Octarius sector."

Steve nodded, then asked a seemingly unrelated question out of the blue: "How are you feeling, Sicarius?"

"...what, my lord?"

Sicarius looked up blankly, as if he didn't understand what he was asking. The second company commander thought there was something wrong with his ears, but what Steve said next told him: No, your ears are very good.

"I said, how do you feel?"

Steve looked at him patiently: "The big battle is coming, do you have any special feeling?"

"This—my lord, I don't feel anything."

Sicarius decided to tell the truth that he had never lied to Steve: "It's been a long time since I had any anticipation or aversion to the battle that was about to start. To me, it's more like nature Part of the routine is as natural as eating or breathing. It’s my instinct, it’s our instinct.”

You are so broken.

Steve looked at him with pity, the kind of eyes that made Sicarius's nose sore suddenly. He has long since lost the right and ability to cry, but psychic power is sharing Steve's compassion with him without reservation.

"My lord..." Sicarius trembled. "Your strength..."

"Oh!"

Steve quickly closed his eyes, not letting his emotions affect Sicarius.

He closed his eyes apologetically and said: "Sorry, Sicarius, I still can't get familiar with it. This kind of psionic attribute that was awakened later is really difficult for me to control..."

"It's not your fault, you're just taking responsibility."

Sicarius pursed his lips, and they fell into an awkward silence. Fortunately, Wenzhen got rid of the siege in time.

"It is detected that there is a gang battle ahead. A retribution-class battleship is being ganged up by two orc ships. The situation is critical."

Its electronically synthesized sound without any emotion sounds quite chilling in it, and it may be a bit of a hit. Steve narrowed his eyes slightly, stood up from his seat, and the atmosphere in the room changed silently.

A second ago, they were having a friendly(?) conversation, but now, there is only pure coldness and ruthlessness in the cab. Sicarius looked up and saw Steve's eyes glowing golden.

Beautiful, but bitingly cold, and even made him feel a little shuddering.

"Changing the priority of the target will help this Retribution-class battleship be set as the first priority target, warm up the gun holes, and prepare for salvo. Inform the crews of the two ships to be ready, and send Frank a separate teleportation to let him go there. A Retribution-class battleship to help them."

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Steve issued orders in an orderly manner, and Wen Zhen faithfully executed them one by one. Silently, Sicarius changed the way he breathed, making it longer.

The war was about to begin, and he was used to it.

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"grown ups,

your helmet. "

Bonavia handed over Frank's helmet with her mechanical hand, but the latter didn't pick it up immediately, but was busy putting various throwing weapons on his belt.

He had stuffed four powerful flashbangs, four concussion grenades, and four Destroying Storm grenades into his belt, but he was still not satisfied. Looking at his posture, he would like to remove the entire arsenal if possible.

Bonavia had to repeat: "My lord, your helmet."

"Come here and help me take it." Frank finally responded to her, but in a very impatient tone.

After all, he temporarily stopped his movements and bent down. Although Bonavia is very tall, it is unfortunate that he does not have any special skills to wear a helmet for him.

The mechanical hand of the female judge was split from the elbow, exposing the complex mechanical structure inside. Then, it stretched abruptly for a while. Just like that, Bonavia put his helmet on with one hand, and adjusted the position thoughtfully so that the buckles of the power armor fit the helmet better.

"How do you feel, my lord?"

The sound of breathing, amplified and distorted by the Hu fine grille, resounded heavily. Bonavia's own face was reflected in the scarlet eyepieces—and she heard Frank say, "Very well," in an eerily altered voice.

"Good luck, then."

"Don't wish me luck, Bonavia. Wish me misfortune."

"...what?"

"Wish me bad luck, Bonavia," Frank repeated. "Luck is not a good thing for me, but misfortune can make me meet more enemies."

He walked past the silent female judge standing there, and quickly left the arsenal.

He is carrying an Astartes assault shotgun. This rough-looking baby is fed by magazines, with seventeen rounds in each magazine. It can be fired fully automatically, and can use a series of armor-piercing bullets to special slugs. special ammunition. It was specially designed for the Astartes, and is also very suitable for use in gang battles.

Personally, Frank likes to use the right weapon for the situation, not the die-hard guy who has to carry a rifle for every occasion.

——However, he is also a believer in the doctrine of supremacy of firepower.

Therefore, he was not just carrying a gun. In addition to the combat shotgun, he has a bolter from a Terra space station, a short charge-type full-auto bolter, and a plasma pistol in his armbelt. For the convenience of these guns, he didn't even bring a chainsword, and the only melee weapon was the combat dagger.

He carried three magazines for each gun, and these magazines were full on his belt and arm belt, not to mention the throwing weapons that collided with each other as he walked.

When he arrived at the hangar for the teleportation, the corners of Steve's eyes, who had been waiting for him for a long time, visibly twitched.

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"Frank...do you really—I mean, do you really need so many weapons and ammunition?"

"If possible, I would like to carry a multi-barreled melta gun or a plasma cannon to participate in this gang fight."

Frank replied blankly, and for a moment it was hard to tell whether he was joking or sincere.

Steve sighed: "Well, everyone has their own habits, so I won't say much...be careful, Frank."

"I will, Captain."

Steve nodded to him, and Wenzhen's voice sounded above their heads: "There are still five seconds left for transmission, please get ready."

Five seconds later, with the sound of a blue light, Frank disappeared without a trace.

Meanwhile, on board the Faithful,

Sister Staci leaped nimbly over the corpse of an orc, the needle on her left gauntlet gleaming. Without any hesitation, she ran directly to a soldier who was hit in the shoulder by an orc, and half of his body was blown away.

The nun dragged him behind the bunker, where he howled. He may want to control, but human instinct does not allow him to control. Such a serious injury caused his blood to spill all over the floor, and the nun's white light armor was everywhere, but she obviously didn't care about it.

She just held the soldier's face gently, and silently replaced the anesthetic fluid in the injection needle on the left arm armor with 'sleep', which is a method used to get soldiers who are seriously injured beyond treatment out of pain in time. potion.

"Hush, shush, soldier, look at me."

She looked into his eyes tenderly, without any hesitation, trying to escape: "Look at me, okay? The pain will be over soon, the Emperor is calling you, can you hear me? You are about to return to the Golden Throne, So don't panic...I will be with you."

The soldier's terrified eyes suddenly filled with tears, and he uttered a few broken words. The nun listened carefully, and then injected 'sleep' into his neck artery.

"The Emperor bless you, soldier." She said the last words, and put the soldier down gently.

Then, his face suddenly changed.

Sister Staci, whose expression was so ferocious that it was almost terrifying, pulled out the revolver at her waist. This was the only weapon they were allowed to carry—and because of this, it was extremely powerful. This gun is actually a mortal caliber bolter capable of firing six bolts.

"You hateful heretics, shameless depraved aliens, unlucky ones who have not seen his glory—!"

Growling, Sister Staci held the revolver steadily with her hands that had saved countless people, and aimed at an orc with a stupid smile on his face in the distance.

"boom!"

A loud noise resounded in the corridor, and the orc's sky cap was completely blown away. The poor little brain was turned into a lake of slurry by the bomb. The orc fell to the ground with his mouth open, and did not move.

The nun's anger was not appeased, she fired again and again, and six bullets killed four orcs, still in a place like the dark corridor. The non-commissioned officer who came with her to carry out the mission couldn't help but look sideways at the nun after seeing this scene through the scope.

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He heard his soldiers muttering over the comm: "Emperor, she's more of a Battle Sister than a Battle Sister..."

After all, seeing the nuns have created such a result, their morale has also been boosted.

Morale is a very mysterious concept, and many commanders don't believe it exists—without exception, they are all academics. Those officers who have actually fought on the battlefield know the importance of morale. And now is the best time to counterattack.

If you miss it, there will be no more. Therefore, the sergeant decided to take a risky approach.

The non-commissioned officer took a shock bomb from his belt, huddled behind the simple fortifications, pulled out the safety, and threw it high with his arm.

At the same time, he suddenly poked his head out from behind the cover, and the light gun was familiarly placed on his shoulder, aiming at a small spot above that. He pulled the trigger just as it was about to fall into the orc line.

The low and hoarse sound of the light gun passed by, almost no one paid attention. There was a smile on the sergeant's face—the shock bomb was blasted abruptly, and strong flashes and loud noises erupted among the orcs.

They immediately became dizzy, opened fire indiscriminately, accidentally injured their own people, and a few of them were particularly stupid and even stumbled out of their positions.

"Undisciplined scum..." The sergeant cursed with a sneer, and then raised his right hand. These idiots were immediately named and killed by the soldiers of the armed squad with light guns.

"It's time to counterattack, soldiers!"

The sergeant roared and stood up from behind the bunker, and was the first to charge. Without hesitation, he ran forward holding the gun in a standard tactical posture, while firing repeatedly to provide himself with a little cover.

There was no fear in him, only excitement at the impending progress of the mission and hatred for the green beast.

He roared the name of the Emperor, and the rest of the armed forces followed him, rushing into the darkness without hesitation. Only the nun didn't follow up immediately. She stayed where she was, silently memorizing the faces and names of all the dead.

War has its price.

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