Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

How long did the battle last?

He didn't know, he only knew that the demons' offensive had temporarily stopped. Their blood-curdling roars could no longer be heard in the darkness, nor would they be suddenly pierced by a sword in the fortifications. They seemed to have retreated.

However, Norfo knew that such peace was just an illusion - he breathed out a tired breath and began to adjust his troops to prepare to resist the next wave of attacks.

"The fourth and fifth companies came forward, took over from the first and second companies, and sent people to notify the third company. Let them fix the damn communicator! We must contact the palace to apply for support. The Martyr's Bridge must not be lost.

, we alone can’t defend it, let them send some angels!”

The soldiers' muscles had long been exhausted from the high-intensity battles, and their spirits had also become a little sluggish from facing those demons. After hearing his order, many of them suddenly lost strength, like a dirty rag.

He collapsed to the ground. Several field doctors who ran off the transport locomotive hurriedly began to conduct examinations.

They are the most tired people - the soldiers can rest, but they can't. Behind the battle lines of the Martyr's Bridge, these doctors are performing surgeries non-stop. The subjects range from civilians to soldiers, and there is even a war mech.

The pilot. Unluckily enough, he appeared directly under a portal and was almost torn to pieces by a group of howling demons.

The Terran Praetorian Guards spent a lot of effort to rescue him. This guy is still in a coma, and no information can be obtained about why he appeared near the Martyr's Bridge.

Norfo found an open space and sat down, put the laser gun aside, took out a piece of chewing sugar substitute from the pocket of his wrinkled coat and threw it into his mouth. This small blue gadget could allow him to

It lifted his spirits to a certain extent, but as for the raw materials...he didn't bother to worry about it.

Anyway, it is always related to stimulants and the like.

Chewing the so-called sugar substitute laboriously, the bitter taste spread between his lips and teeth. Norfo breathed out another breath, closed his eyes, and the golden figure he saw before returned to his eyes again: "Oh, Emperor

ah......"

He began to pray, and at the same time, the ground began to tremble.

Nolfo immediately opened his eyes, and immediately put his hand on the laser gun, making a standard waiting posture for firing. The others were also similar, but what came was not an attack, but a personnel carrier. They walked down from the top.

A team of Lucifer Black Guards, everyone was injured, but they still looked determined.

He immediately stepped forward, and after a tedious process of exchanging codes and confirming numbers, both parties confirmed that the other could be trusted. The leading Lucifer Black Guard immediately relaxed, and Norfo noticed that he was very young.

"Hello, Chief Norfo, I am Litosis." He introduced himself. "We are here to support you from the outer wall of the palace. Please forgive me. The adults in the Military Ministry asked me to explain for them. It's not that they don't want to respond.

You, but there were not many people in the Ministry of Military Affairs at that time, they were short of manpower."

"You are all injured, why don't you send some soldiers with intact hands and feet?"

Litosis smiled: "There are no uninjured brothers left, sir. We fought those bastards on the outer wall for three hours. Damn... please forgive me, but fortunately His angel has come

, we can come down from above. The monks of the Imperial Fist are stationed there now. After they clear out the nearby enemies, they will come to support us."

"All right."

Norfo sighed: "Well, let me first report on your situation - how many of you are there?"

"Two hundred people, and one hundred and fifty more are on the way."

"I have long heard about the swordsmanship of your Lucifer Black Guards."

Norfo glanced at the power sword on Litosis's waist, and he couldn't help but feel a toothache - damn, these black-armored bastards all have power swords, they don't get this treatment! "But, you also see

Here we are, the terrain of the Martyr's Bridge is very special, we don't really need close combat, you'd better restrain yourself."

The Martyrs' Bridge is a majestic bridge that connects the Mercy Square under the Royal Palace and the Hive. It can be said to be a must-pass road. Therefore, it was strictly guarded from the beginning, and the bridge is now divided into two halves.

.On one side is the hive city, and on the other side is Mercy Square where they have set up fortifications.

Norfo said euphemistically: "Melee combat is indeed great, but our enemy is a demon, so we'd better keep the gun in hand. By the way, do you know how to overload?"

The young black guard snickered: "...Although the technicians don't allow it, after all, overloading will cause the laser gun to break down quickly, but we all know how to make her active."

He patted the standard laser gun behind his back.

"That's good." Norfo nodded and looked up at Terra's sky, which had become completely dark. According to Terra's ancient twenty-four-hour system, it was time for the artificial light sources to disappear. From this moment on

, they were about to truly start fighting in the dark. The noncommissioned officer who had been fighting so far spit out the chewing sugar substitute in his mouth, and then patted Litosis on the shoulder.

"Remember to use your ammunition sparingly. The overload mode can empty several magazines at once. Anyway, I wish you good luck - those bastards will be back soon," he concluded.

"I understand, sir." the young Black Guard replied.

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The pharmacist closed the eyes of a battle brother in pain, and the lower half of his face was torn off. He was almost inhuman shape and extremely terrifying.

He spent a few minutes recovering his brother's gene-seed, then took his bolter away - his chainsword was left damaged in the belly of a demon.

"Company Commander." He came to Lysander and briefly reported the situation. "We lost seventeen brothers, and I recovered fifteen of the gene seeds. Brothers Marvelos and Colo could not find the bodies.

It cannot be recycled at the moment.”

"Write it down first. After the war is over, we will thoroughly search the battlefield..."

Lysander nodded, indicating that he understood. The apothecary left quickly. Some injured battle brothers needed his treatment. Moreover, he also needed to find those bastards who fought with injuries but concealed their pain. This was a chore.

, the apothecary himself can't help it. Who made the atmosphere within the Imperial Fists to be like this?

Each of them is like a stone.

The captain of the First Company narrowed his eyes. The ability that his gene seed gave him did not include 'night vision'. However, it was not completely dark yet. He could also see part of the distant scene. From the lion

On the road leading to the outer wall from Menxing Port, a group of Ultramarines was coming towards them. This discovery made him couldn't help but smile.

It's always good to have support, and it's nice to fight alongside the Ultramarines. Although Lysander doesn't like the decorations they put on their armor, he won't deny their proficiency in combat and careful strategies.

The latter is especially important. In such a war, those who only know how to advance rashly will never win.

The team of Ultramarines walked to the bottom of the outer wall twenty minutes later. Lysander met with their company commander, whose name was Cato Sicarius. He was very famous, and even he had heard about it. After all, he was

Those who are allowed to wear the imperial crown. Within the Imperial Fists, which attaches great importance to honor, few can enjoy such honor.

"Captain Lysander. Time is tight, so I will keep my story short."

After a brief self-introduction, Cato Sicarius said: "At present, the situation is not optimistic. We have controlled the area near the palace, and the Lionsgate Star Port will be garrisoned by us in the future. But the entire hive city

There are too many demonic portals inside. Now that the Sisters of Silence are unable to join the battlefield, if demons capable of using psychic spells appear, we will undoubtedly be severely hit."

"The Sisters of Silence cannot join the battlefield?"

"Yes, Captain Lysander." Sicarius nodded, holding his helmet in his arms, with the imperial laurel on it. "The matter is confidential, please forgive me, I don't know the reason."

"nothing."

Lysander frowned: "Forget it, the untouchables would have impacted both the enemy and us. It would be a good thing if they don't come. Then, I will apply for help from the think tank and the Inquisition."

"The think tank is fine, but..." Sicarius pondered for a while before spitting out the second half of the sentence. "I think you can be trusted, Captain Lysander. So, please forgive me for overstepping. Inquisition

Not trustworthy at this time."

"......I see."

After thinking for a while, Lysander's gaze became a little dangerous: "Can you reveal more information?"

"I would love to, Captain Lysander, but I can't. I'm sure you understand."

The voice of the Ultramarines Second Company Commander was still calm, but it contained some information: "This kind of thing is not suitable to be spoken, nor is it suitable to be recorded."

He was silent for a while, and even made a joke: "You don't want to suddenly bump into a Callidus assassin one day, do you?"

Lysander was almost amused by him—almost.

He just made a dull sound from his throat, which sounded like laughter or like being punched: "It's better not to make such jokes... Captain Sicarius.

"