Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Sitting inside the 'Thunder Cloud' war mecha, the second company commander of the Cadian regiment had difficulty suppressing his emotions. Unlike the Heroic Blade, the Thunder Cloud is controlled by a single person, so he can better understand the war machine.

The feeling of a newborn consciousness growing little by little in the midst of killing.

His mental connection with Lei Yun is very stable, and every raise and movement of the mecha can be accurately fed back to him. For the second company commander, the mecha is him at this time.

Every movement is extremely smooth, like now.

Leiyun stood on the ground with both feet, and the launch bay on his shoulder was opened. Twelve portable magic cannons filled with magic power flickered with an unknown gloomy red light inside. The restless magic power was transmitted to the second company through the spiritual link.

In his mind, he gritted his teeth and restrained his desire to destroy everything as he had said during training.

The Center of the Array is right, driving Thunder Cloud means to keep oneself calm at all times, otherwise, the desire for destruction and destruction will devour themselves - for no other reason than the 'heroic blade', 'Thunder Cloud'

It is a long-range war mecha through and through. It is designed solely to destroy the enemy.

Therefore, the energy attribute that He Shenyan prepared for it is the most violent among all magic powers. The magic power itself will affect the users. If they are not firm enough, they will easily be swallowed by the mecha and become mindless and soulless.

A madman who only desires to destroy everything.

The second company commander wanted to take a deep breath, but he was unable to do such a thing under the mental link state.

Fortunately, the tranquilizer that comes with the mecha itself has been injected into his body. Feeling the impulse that gradually subsided, the twelve portable magic cannons began to fire one by one according to his will. The destructive magic and demonic energy spurted out.

The recoil of the cannon reverberated on the second company commander's shoulder. He knew that his shoulder was not actually damaged at all. That was the feedback given to him by the mecha itself.

But the reaction still made him feel excited.

The red light burst out, lighting up almost half of the sky - he was not the only one to fire the magic cannon. There were thirty 'Thunder Cloud' mechas that landed at the rear of the battlefield. Not all members of the second company could become pilots. Because

The special nature of Thundercloud is that its driver must pass a series of willpower tests. Because of this, the number of Thunderclouds is actually considered rare.

But the amount of firepower has never had anything to do with the number of mechas.

Those magic cannons dragged red shadows across the heads of the traitors. They exploded accurately among the crowd, blood and flesh splashed, and the armor vaporized. The ground turned into a dark red sticky substance, a mixture of metal, soil and flesh. It was transparent.

Passing through Leiyun's scanner, the second company commander could clearly see this scene.

He was very glad that he didn't have to smell that smell.

On the other side of the battlefield, the captains were still carrying out their killing spree - jumping out of the shadows and disappearing, then wielding their psychic blades to kill one tough traitor after another. Those huge Chaos traitors could be defeated by one person in the past.

After breaking through their defenses, they all died under their swords with unwillingness.

"On the right." A soldier reminded through the spiritual link.

The mecha immediately dodged the attack deftly, and the exhaust port on its back spewed out high-temperature steam that could roast a person alive into coke, dissipating heat inside the mecha. The high-temperature steam permeated the body of the heroic blade, covering it with

All the broken flesh and blood were incinerated, and the mecha itself did not spare the flesh and blood of these traitors.

After a blur, they were converted into magic power by the mecha itself, continuing to provide stable energy to the core that had been running for more than an hour. The captain didn't know how long they could last, but he felt that his condition at this time was extremely good.

——The other three are probably the same, after all, no one in the spiritual link can lie.

Their emotions were very high, and so was the mecha itself.

"Counterattack!" the captain roared in the spiritual link, and the other three had the same idea as him, so the mecha perfectly carried out their wishes.

Although that little newborn consciousness is still very ignorant, it already understands what the word called hatred means.

The heroic blade jumped into the shadows, and the fifteen-meter-tall giant mecha disappeared among the Chaos traitors in an instant, causing huge panic.

Randomly, it appeared above them in the next second, blowing a whirlwind of death. The two psychic blades kept rotating, and the heat dissipation holes on the back of the arms also opened, and high-temperature steam spewed out, causing secondary damage to the enemies.

It also provides a more powerful thrust for the arm itself.

Bones and flesh were chopped off, stumps of limbs and arms were flying everywhere, and the stench of burnt flesh and blood was cut off together with the activated power armor. The eye mecha of the Heroic Blade flashed red, and the captain felt unprecedented satisfaction, but only in

A moment.

It only lasted a moment, because in the next second, Sergeant Pullyard's deeds and His Excellency's speech came to his mind again.

This time, he didn't say anything, because the mecha itself had become one with them. The spiritual link had reached an unprecedented level of synchronization. At this moment, they were this outstanding killing machine itself.

"For the Emperor!" they roared, and the mecha leapt into the shadows again.

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"What you create may break some things in the empire. For the first time in tens of thousands of years, the Astartes can be replaced."

In the main control room, looking at the picture, Angron commented.

"Don't think too much. War mechas can't be spread throughout the empire - that means I have to travel all over the galaxy to install supporting facilities and train a group of people who know how to repair mechas...

...Time does not allow it." He Shenyan shook his head.

He raised his fingers: "Moreover, only under my nose can the intelligence inside these mechas be protected from being contaminated by Tzeentch. Believe me, you don't want to see these war mechas corrupted by Tzeentch.

"

Angron frowned: "Will they be corrupted?"

He Shenyan still seemed very calm: "There is a chance, so I will not choose to promote it. This is also the reason why Yingwu Blade chooses a group of four. These Cadian soldiers have been on the Revenge for so long, and I have already prepared for each of them."

Individuals are engraved with spiritual protection spells, and they pray day and night. Their mental stability is unmatched by other soldiers of the empire."

"A group of four can also solve this problem to a certain extent. When their consciousness is connected, they can supervise each other."

"So, what about this long-range mecha called Thunder Cloud?"

Angron pointed at the terrifying mechas on the light screen that were located behind the battlefield and turned the sky dark red. His eyes were solemn as never before: "There is only one driver of them, right?"

"Yes, so I designed special insurance measures for thunder clouds." The mage raised a finger on his right hand. "They are rare in number. This is one. Second... I buried them.

bomb."

"bomb?"

"It's complicated to explain, Angron. You just need to understand that I have placed a shard of my power inside each Thundercloud. Once Chaos contamination is detected, the psychic flames will erupt. The Thundercloud will immediately

Activate the self-destruction plan, and the teleportation spells engraved in the core that can only be used once will take them directly into the enemy's hinterland."

He opened his right hand and then made a fist: "Explode."

"Do those mortals know about this?"

"Of course they know."

"When did you start designing these things?"

"It's just a little hobby in my spare time. These things are still too simple." He Shenyan shook his head. "I originally wanted to design something that could really transform them...but there are so many things in subspace.

The restrictions brought by the four bastards are too great, so we can only do it step by step."

At this moment, the center of the array prompted: "Lictor Shield Captain sent a communication request."

"Connected."

Another light curtain rose, and Lictor, who was wearing a helmet, made an eagle salute to the mage inside, completely ignoring Angron: "Sir, do we still need to join the battlefield?"

"Why do you think that way?"

Lictor bowed slightly and replied calmly: "Because the mortals have already won the victory - at least half of it has been won."

"Don't hesitate, Lictor, to join the battlefield. They have won their victory, but your battle has not yet begun."

He Shenyan snapped his fingers, and the separate teleportation array located on the second bridge began to warm up and could start teleporting at any time. At the same time, the Revenge began to correct its position in the orbit bit by bit to ensure that it could be recovered completely

War mechas on the ground.

"Understood, sir. We will enter the battlefield in three minutes."

The light curtain closed and the communication ended. Angron was keenly aware of the words He Shenyan did not say. He asked: "So, they can't fight for too long, right?"

"Yes, although I really don't want to admit it, the mental strength of mortals does not allow them to control the war mecha to fight for too long. Even if I have made so many preparations and back-up measures, they can only fight for less than two hours at present. More than this

Over time, I'm afraid their spirits will suffer some serious damage."

"That's enough." Angron exhaled with some relief. "Two hours of all-out fighting, judging from the combat effectiveness they showed, it was completely worth it."

He Shenyan rubbed his eyebrows: "However, the battery life I set for the mecha itself is twenty-four hours... There is even a function to extend the time through killing and solar energy. Now it seems that it is using

No more."

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"Sir! We are under attack!"

"I know." Kahn replied calmly. He was sitting on a high chair made of skulls, overlooking everything below the steps. He kept a huge chain ax at hand.

He stood up, and the blessed power armor made a roaring sound in the darkness. A simple movement made such a sound, it was difficult not to suspect that the power armor had actually been damaged. For ten thousand years, Kahn

All enemies have had this question, and they have finally verified the answer to this question with their own lives.

Kahn reached out and grasped the chain axe. It was a single-edged chain axe. It was formerly one of the double axes used by Angron, the Blood Son. Kahn picked it up after it was damaged and handed it over.

Some craftsmen asked them to recast it. The ax blade was made of the teeth of a long-extinct ferocious beast, the mica dragon.

It is so sharp that it can be easily chopped into pieces along with the ceramite armor of the Astartes without burning fuel to obtain power. The ax handle is wrapped with skin peeled off from the cowards, and the power engine is stuck.

The souls of the dead under En's ax serve as fuel. This ax, like its owner, has long existed as an enemy of the Empire for the past ten thousand years.

"How is the situation on the battlefield?" Kahn asked calmly, he was so calm that he didn't even look like a Khorne believer.

This strange scene did not make the berserker who reported him the news react. His mind had long since stopped supporting him in such thinking. He just roared with rage: "There is no honor at all! Those damn ones

Mechas surrounded us! No blood!"

Kahn nodded to him: "I understand, you go out first and join the battlefield. I will come later."

His words made the berserker roar with excitement, and he immediately raised the chain ax in his hand and ran out. Kahn stood there, picked up the blood, and gently placed it on his shoulder.

Kahn did not join the battlefield as he said. On the contrary, he stood there, holding the chain ax in his hand tightly. As if waiting for something - fifteen minutes later, Kahn got his wish and waited for the person he wanted to see.

A group of Astartes fell from the sky, broke through the deck of his battleship, and landed in this dark and vast room. A beam of light fell down, shining on Karn, and also illuminated the skull made of piles behind him.

throne.

"Interesting... a Custodian." Kahn said. When he was not wearing a helmet, his clear-speaking High Gothic even sounded quite rhythmic, which was completely different from the rumored him.

"It seems my feeling was correct."

Kahn stretched out his left hand and placed it on his breastplate. With his muscles pumping, he began to slowly exert force. With his five fingers together, he actually tore off the breastplate blessed by the Blood God. The cost was also very high.

He was so high that half of his chest was opened with the removal of the breastplate, and blood kept dripping.

Lictor made a silent gesture, and the well-trained Astartes of the Iron Serpent Chapter quickly surrounded Karn. The bolters were ready to fire at any time, and there were more Astartes who fell on the battlefield outside.

Rushing towards here. But Givadoron, who was supposed to occupy the high point, made no move.

He stood there, staring at Kahn.

"Is he looking at me?" Kahn asked, with a hint of weakness in his voice.

He casually threw the armor that represented the blessing of the Blood God on the ground, as if discarding an insignificant piece of garbage: "Forbidden Army, let these warriors you brought retreat. They are not my opponents. Let you come, or

Let the man next to you fight me... I demand a death worthy of me."

He laughed ferociously: "If you kill me here, Kahn will cease to exist. If you don't...then, those Skull Lords and Brass Scorpions I prepared will

You will be ground into mincemeat. Then, I will take your corpses all the way to the battleship, and finally take it back to Terra and kill everyone."

Givadoron stopped the imperial army who wanted to step forward. He took off his helmet and walked out of the darkness little by little until he was sure that Kahn could see his face clearly... Givadoron was calm

The ground spoke.

"Long time no see, Kahn."

Ah, yes, long time no see.

The heavy blood - no, no, what's rushing through his veins now should be called anger. Little by little, they are flowing upstream, beginning to compress Kahn's already thinner nerves, and making his temples begin to bulge.

There was a loud noise, as if someone had installed an electric drill in his head, and Kahn couldn't help but frown because of the heart-piercing pain.

But that's all.

"Givadoron..." the ancient war dog, later the World Eater, and now the traitor, spoke gloomily and solemnly. "It's been a long time, and you're actually still alive."

"You're not dead yet." Givadoron gave a stiff smile. "But it's almost over."

"This is the end of the reminiscing session... However, I have a question. Givadoron, why are you still alive?" Kahn asked confused.

"Because my service is not over yet."

"Serve?!" Kahn laughed loudly, and the deep laughter echoed in the throne room, making waves of echoes. "Serve to whom? You - Giva Doron! Have you forgotten? You and me

The same, we are all betrayers!"

Anger finally overwhelmed Kahn's nerves, causing his eyeballs to beat wildly in their sockets like a nervous wreck. Thick veins beat on his neck and forehead, and the butcher's nail squirmed under the skin on the back of his head.

He roared: "Do you think you can cover up this matter by changing into power armor? Or have you forgotten our former name and joined this little-known ragtag war group instead?!"

"They have many heroes, one of whom died just a few days ago."

Givadoron calmly answered his manic brother, his former brother: "We once had such heroes, but we did not deserve them. Neither did our father, who killed them with his own hands."

The blood flowed down the river and gathered at Kahn's feet, quickly forming a pool of blood. The betrayer himself seemed to be unaware of this and still maintained his anger: "You are mentioning something that you should not

Things that should be mentioned..."

Givadoron suddenly laughed mockingly.

"Really? Do you need me to remind you of one more thing, Kahn? When he ascended... lower deck, what did he ask you to do? Kahn? Answer me, he asked

What did you do for him?"

Kahn's face twitched, and he couldn't bear it any longer. He jumped down from the throne and stepped over the steps. There was a loud explosion of blood, and he slashed towards Givadoron with Kahn's anger.

An old chainsword blocked the blood with ease, and its invincible ferocious teeth seemed to be no longer sharp. As the sword and ax blade collided, Kahn caught a glimpse of Givadoron's eyes.

There was a feeling there that he couldn't accept.

mercy.

But in just an instant, the chain sword and the blood son collided with each other more than ten times, and the speed was so fast that it was difficult for the surrounding Iron Serpent monks to catch it, even with the help of eyepieces.

"At least I'm still loyal to him!" Kahn roared angrily. His face, which was twisted in pain due to the attack of Butcher's Nail, now became more ferocious. In contrast, Givadoron's face was calm.

It didn't even feel like a fight to the death, but an outing.

"He became a monster, Kahn." The sergeant of the World-Eating Brave told him calmly, tearing away the curtain of hypocrisy that Kahn had hung on his heart. The bloody reality made Kahn even more painful.

.

"And you, Kahn - you are just a coward, succumbing to the evil god!"

The chain sword was swung from bottom to top, colliding between Xuezi's chain saw made of mica dragon sharp teeth, and sparks flew everywhere, illuminating each other's faces.

Givadoron was finally no longer calm.

"You should be the one who died on Istvan III! Do you remember Captain Erlen? Do you remember them?! I do! I remember each of their names and faces!"

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"Kahn."

Staring at the familiar but unfamiliar face, Angron showed a rare expression of pain. In his world, Karn was called the Chainbinder, which was named after the chains wrapped around his armor and wrists.

This is an ancient tradition from Nucoria, from those gladiators. In this way, Kahn reminded himself not to forget the tragedy of Nucoria, and no one should be born to be the slave of others.

He made Angron proud of him.

And now this figure on the light screen...that familiar yet different face, that depraved appearance and that ax that felt familiar to him. All of this made Angron unable to restrain himself anymore.

Yourself, stay calm.

"If you can't help it, go ahead, Angron."

He Shenyan sat aside and said calmly and almost inhumanly: "Anyway, you have long made the life and death of billions of people in the universe look like a family tea party."

"...I appreciate your attempt to calm me down with a bad joke, but it really wasn't funny."

"I didn't expect you to calm down, nor did I expect you to understand my sense of humor." The mage shrugged. "Do you think he still has a chance to make amends?"

Staring at Givadoron and Karn fighting each other, Angron shook his head.

"I don't know what he has done in this universe, but I can guess what he has fallen into - Karn is very loyal." Angron said softly: "Therefore, if I fall, he will too.

Follow me."

"You are very self-aware." He Shenyan smiled, and then put on a serious face. "You can go and say goodbye to him, Angron. At least, let him see you again when he dies."

"What's the point?" Angron asked. "I'm not his father. Maybe we have the same genes... but I'm not this Angron, nor the person he knows."

"At least make him feel better."

"He is a traitor. I am afraid he has killed countless people. Make him feel better? What about the people he killed?" Angron turned away and motioned to the mage to turn off the light curtain at the scene.

He closed his eyes.

The voice was almost a whisper.

"I can't give him anything, nothing. Only death, only death."