Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The seemingly endless sirens echoed in the giant's ears, interrupting his normal attempts at meditation.

He was not wearing armor and was bare-chested. He wore a pair of rough and old linen breeches and a pair of cloth shoes.

This is all the clothes he owns. His body is covered with all kinds of horrific scars. Bruises, cuts, burns, and some bullet holes. Perhaps the most eye-catching thing is a burn from his back, which covers

His entire back. Judging from his slightly sluggish movements when he stood up, it was obvious that these superficially healed scars were not really so.

His expression was stern, and his face was hidden in the darkness. With that expression, he looked like a giant wolf living alone.

Actually, it is.

The giant pushed open the door of the shack where he had lived for fifty-five years. He originally planned to move to another place to live after a while. However, the alarm sound that resounded throughout the hive obviously ruined his plan. When he walked out, he

I saw a crazy scene.

The lower levels of the hive are not stable, but this rarely happens.

The smell of blood spread into his nose, and there was also a familiar smell of sulfur. He squinted his eyes and stared at the people running past him. Among them were civilians in shabby clothes, gangsters with tattoos all over their bodies and bulging waists. There were also

Some weird mutants and even some suspicious people in black robes were mixed in the crowd.

Screams came and went, and he seemed to have come to another world in an instant, a world he was familiar with.

The screams were non-stop, and people seemed to have seen nightmares and ghosts.

What could make these people living in the low-level hive cities feel so scared?

The solitary wolf looked back and saw flames rising into the sky. The underlying trading square not far from his residence was dyed into a hellish appearance by a group of demons laughing maniacally. Blood was smeared on the ground. Headless corpses, disemboweled corpses...

...a familiar sight.

His heart throbbed for a moment - then, hatred and anger surged into his heart. He returned to the house and pulled out a solid iron rod from behind the door.

The giant began to walk towards hell, perhaps it should be called a march. His steps were steady and fast, with one hand holding an iron rod standing in front of him, and one hand at his waist. It was obvious that this was a habit left over from his past.

He separated the crowd running towards him. Since he started, the people who were running away in fear were divided into two groups. They looked at the giant with confusion and confusion, watching him march towards hell without looking back.

Like a rock breaking through the waves.

The giant stood silently in front of the square, and the crowd became sparse. A few bloodletters were still indulging in blood in the square. They didn't care about the people who escaped, they just wanted to kill the remaining people here. The giant retreated with its right leg.

, exerting force on his waist, he suddenly threw the iron rod with his right hand - the thing that was far from being called a weapon made a harsh explosion in the air.

He nailed a Bloodletting Demon to the ground with this iron rod. Half of its skull was pierced and its ferocious jaw was split. The iron rod sank deeply into the ground, and the Bloodletting Demon's filthy blood was mixed with the blasphemy around it.

The aura has twisted this mortal thing into a weird angle. But it has completed its mission of being thrown out.

He jumped up and then landed lightly. He was unarmed, but he was the most deadly weapon. He swung out his right fist and accurately hit the throat of a bloodletting demon. The abominable creature obviously didn't realize that he had died.

Fact, it muttered, taking a few steps with the thirst for blood still in its unpleasant eyes. It fell to the ground with a crash.

The giant began a killing spree - his efficiency in killing these monsters was not much slower than that of the bloodletting demons who killed the civilians. He did not even have weapons or armor. The blood of the demons sprayed on him, burning slightly.

The stinging pain came, making him frown slightly.

Five minutes later, he stood up straight. Dirty and smelly blood was still slowly dripping from his fists. The twisted and beaten bodies of the bloodletting demons lay behind him, making no sound.

However, he knew that the matter was far from over. The giant raised his head and looked at the dim 'sky' of the lower level hive city, which was actually the ceiling of the upper level. His superior hearing allowed him to understand that this was not a call from a cult in the lower level of the hive city.

An accidental incident that brought out the devil.

It was a true demonic invasion covering the entire hive.

I can't stay out of it.

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"Hold the outer wall, for Holy Terra!"

The company commander's roar exploded in the communication channel, carrying unquestionable determination and anger.

A member of Lucifer's Black Guard, the young Litosis swung the crackling power sword in his hand and stabbed a low-level demon who had climbed up the city wall. The damn thing was still smiling strangely before it died.

Looking at him, Litosis felt an indescribable strange emotion in his heart.

He knew very well that it was definitely not joy. Litosis watched its body fall down, and smashed into meat on the ground like its equally abominable kind. His heart was suddenly filled with anger - these damn things

, how dare they stain this sacred ground with their own blood!

The battle has been going on for some time, and these demons pouring out of the nest are trying to enter the palace. They are completely wishful thinking. Litosis dares to swear to the emperor that unless all the Lucifer Black Guards die today, there will be absolutely no

Any demon can pass through the outer walls they guard.

"The west needs support! Repeat, we need support!"

West?! He is not far from the west wall!

Litosis looked back and his pupils shrank sharply. His full-coverage helmet had a zoom function inside, which allowed him to clearly see what kind of tragedy happened on the west wall. One and other bloodletting demons

The different demon waved the ferocious twisted blade in his hand, killing all the soldiers five meters around in one stroke.

Their cut bodies were flying in the air, hanging all over the monster's body together with blood and internal organs. It roared with enjoyment, and a long tongue came out of its ugly mouth full of sharp teeth, sucking the blood from the ground.

Sadness, anger. But Litosis did not let these emotions affect his subsequent judgment.

Without any hesitation, he immediately took off the cluster grenade from his waist, took off the safety, pressed the 'three seconds' button, and threw it out. His training did not let him down, and the cluster grenade made a perfect line.

The parabola fell on the west city wall. The once spotless and luxurious golden city wall had been covered with the blood and corpses of the defenders.

The cluster grenade exploded after a second, and the fire engulfed the demon's body. Litosis heard a scream, and he quickly looked back at the bottom of the city wall. Very good, they were still far away from climbing to a dangerous distance.

After a while, he pulled out the bolt gun from his waist and began to fire continuously in the direction from which the scream came.

Several other soldiers did the same thing as him. The demon fell off the city wall with a scream, and Litosis hoped that it would die intact. The young soldier cursed fiercely, and even

A long voice sounded in the communication channel again: "Pay attention to the west city wall! In the third row, send twenty people to the west city wall!"

"Hold, brothers! He is watching us, He is in the palace! We must guard the city wall, this is Holy Terra!"

You don't need to tell me, company commander, we all know this, and the light rain didn't last long.

Litosis shifted the muzzle of the gun and continued to pull the trigger. The firepower of the bolter was very deadly. Even the caliber they used was enough to blast a huge blood hole in the bodies of these demons. They roared unwillingly on the ground.

Litosis looked at them with a sneer and made an insulting gesture.

At this moment, a strange voice connected to their communication channel. It sounded cold and rough, like two stones rubbing against each other: "This is the First Company of the Imperial Fists. We are about to leave from Lionsgate Star Port."

Advance towards the palace."

"You heard me, boys! Hold your ground, His angels are coming!"

Lysander listened to the high-pitched roar of Lucifer's Black Guard Captain in the communication channel and nodded in approval. He is the captain of the First Company of the Imperial Fists. The First Company is also known as the 'Emperor's Shield'.

This title full of glory was earned by themselves. No one disputed this.

In other words - the first large company is full of elites.

"Company Commander, do you want to use the Terminator armor?" the technical sergeant asked angrily in their internal communication channel, and several demonic screams came from his side.

"No, we have to travel lightly and get to the outer wall of the palace as quickly as possible. The situation there is not optimistic."

Lysander rejected him without hesitation. If it were anyone else, 80% of the time he would agree to use the Terminator armor. But Lysander was different. He learned from countless lessons the dangers of arrogance and the need for caution and humility. Therefore, he had the Son of Dorne.

It has rare flexibility and will never kill all enemies along the way just to show its strength.

"But, Captain, there are still many Imperial people along the way who are being attacked by them..." The technical sergeant still did not give up the idea of ​​using the Terminator, but Lysander had lost interest in explaining. With a click, he

He fastened his armed belt and put on his helmet. A more terrifying voice sounded in the technical sergeant's ears.

"Is it possible that the rest of the Imperial forces are just living for nothing? Do you think the Ultramarines and those heroic Astra Militarum can't handle these damn things?"

He said sternly, raising his power sword at the same time, and pointed at the Taranis knight mecha that was fighting and killing enemies in the distance: "There must be a limit to the pursuit of honor. Killing all enemies will not add to your glory."

!Completing the mission is the first priority! Now, the whole company is marching, we must rush to the outer wall as quickly as possible!"