Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The rest time did not last long. Soon, a burst of whispers that made everyone feel uneasy broke the silence on the Martyr's Bridge position. A chill ran down Norfo's spine. He was still full of courage in his heart, but he was also scared to death.

.It sounds contradictory, but who can not feel scared when facing these things in the subspace?

He is afraid, but he still wants to stay here and fight them. This is the true meaning of courage.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor."

Norfolly uttered four words, grabbed his laser gun, and gestured to Litosis beside him: "Take your people to the west, Litosis."

The young black-armored guard turned around and found that the officer of the Imperial Guard had an unprecedentedly ferocious expression: "...They are coming."

A roar pierced the darkness, followed by more. For a moment, they were shouting several profane words. It was almost impossible to hear what they were saying, but one word was extremely clear.

"Blood! Blood! Blood!"

The demons shouted this word, and a surge of hatred surged in Litosis's heart - making him almost curse. However, Norfo's movements were faster than him, and the tired-looking sergeant cursed angrily.

"Fucking demon bastard!"

The ground began to tremble, and the thick smell of blood spread savagely over the bridge.

The soldiers are either praying or adjusting the laser guns in their hands - they will be overloaded when necessary. But not now, the overload mode is very powerful, but very easy to damage. They don't get the weapons they deserve now.

Supplement. Ammunition is also a big problem.

Nolfo patted the right side of his helmet to silence the built-in earphone that had been ringing for a while. Taking this opportunity, he said something in the communication channel, and his mood was not very exciting.

But it contains the determination to be willing to die.

"Prepare to fight, for Holy Terra."

"For Holy Terra!"

Litosis and other Lucifer black guards obeyed Norfo's order and rushed all the way to the west of the defense line. The rough fortifications were covered with traces left by the demons. The dark metal plates were covered with scars.

The fourth company is responsible for garrisoning here.

Litosis stepped forward, and before he and the bald fourth company commander could exchange names, the battle began in an instant - a bloodletting demon howled through the darkness, waving the hell blade in his hand.

, behind this ugly monster were more of its kind. Litosis pulled out the bolt pistol from his waist and aimed at the idiot who was leading the attack.

Two seconds later, its head exploded completely. The fourth company commander looked at his bolter with surprise and envy, but Litosis put the pistol back sadly. He didn't have many bullets left, but

Don't waste it on these things.

The soldiers soon began to fight back, raining death composed of laser beams towards the demons.

One hit may not be enough to put their lives in danger, but the significance of a round of continuous fire is here. Fire coverage will never go out of style. A soldier pulls the trigger repeatedly. He uses a semi-automatic gear, which is accurate yet deadly.

.

A bloodletting demon that was charging was hit in the right eye. Its miserable green eyes exploded, and a ball of pus-like liquid splashed out. It fell to its knees, and its body trembled a few times.

They fell to the ground motionless. This was just the tip of the iceberg. They had a geographical advantage, and it was impossible for these low-level bloodletting demons without armor to defeat them.

Until a Blood Crusher riding a steel bull rushed out from among them. The huge beast covered in blood-red brass armor crushed countless bloodletting demons along the way, and pieces of blood and flesh spilled out under its feet.

However, the blood grinder sitting on its back laughed excitedly, feeling satisfied with the blood of the same kind.

This scene made Litosis' eyes twitch. He immediately pulled out his bolter and tried his best to aim at this thing, but its speed was so fast that it ran across the long Martyr's Bridge in almost a moment.

As they were about to reach the defense line - the black-armored guards began to roar: "Solley, volley, knock that bastard off its back!"

The fourth company commander also issued the same order. The two rounds of laser beams were combined together. The blood grinder cunningly retracted himself into the belly of the steel bull and pulled the reins at the same time. The eyes of this Khornate beast were burning with the same

Thirst for blood, he turned around, allowing the armor on his body to bear most of the volleys, and then charged straight towards them again.

At this critical moment, Litosis dropped the laser gun in his hand, and he also left the bolter where it was.

He quickly climbed over and jumped out of the fortification. The sharp metal side cut his palm, and blood gushed out, stinging slightly. The Black Guard had no time to care about that. He pulled out the power sword, and Norfo asked them to

He had forgotten about giving up close combat - Litosis only knew two things now.

First, he is the best swordsman among them.

Second, this thing must not be allowed to rush into the fortifications, otherwise the entire front will be defeated. No one can survive a single trample of this thing.

He had to try, even if it cost him his life.

The power sword was pulled out from the waist, and the sword flashed with a dangerous blue light. The blood grinder sitting on the back of the steel bull roared with interest, raised the serrated blade with one hand, and pointed it at

Litosis made an invitation-like gesture. Black Guard felt a burst of anger well up in his heart for no reason. His facial muscles spasmed, and the anger and adrenaline made him run wildly.

Running wildly - charging against the steel bull without dodging or dodging.

Is he looking for death? Of course not.

The fourth company commander's roar was held in his throat. He saw the Lucifer Black Guard who rushed out on his own with a sliding shovel. Using the speed of the steel bull and the power sword in his hand, he accurately created a blow in the belly of the steel bull.

A huge wound. The savage beast screamed in pain, and its internal organs and blood spurted out all over the place.

It began to frantically perform the last movement of its life - it threw the blood-crushing demon off.

Then, the Black Guard stood up, took advantage of the blood-crushing demon being thrown to the ground and chopped off its head with a power sword, and then ran back to the fortifications amid the excited shouts of the soldiers.

"...Damn it, tell your fortune, kid."

The fourth company commander grinned, then took out a stimulant from the armed belt at his waist and threw it to Litosis: "If you are so tired that you can't lift your hands, give yourself a shot. They haven't done it yet."

It’s absolutely dead.”

He muttered: "Kill that thing quickly, boy, the battle is not over yet. But if you kill that thing by yourself, just wait for the merit medal!"

"I actually don't particularly care about merit medals."

Litosis said weakly, while breathing heavily. He was now frightened by his recklessness - what on earth did I think before I dared to run out and face that thing?

But, it doesn't matter anymore.

The Black Guard injected the stimulant distributed by the Ministry of Affairs into his thigh, grabbed his laser gun and started shooting. The battle was not over yet, far from it.

Who knows what else might come out of the darkness?

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Sicarius swung his storm blade and easily tore open the neck of a flesh hound - you thought that was the end?

No, flesh hounds usually travel in groups.

These damn beasts look like a mixture of wolves and reptiles, with sharp teeth in their mouths, thick scales on their skin, and a row of spikes along their spines. From the appearance point of view, they are disgusting enough. But when

When they appear on the battlefield, it can be called a nightmare, just like their image in folklore.

High mobility that cannot be locked, sharp teeth, and often swarming in groups. Even for the Astartes, these things are difficult to deal with.

Sicarius turned around, and his strength and speed caused the storm blade to draw a fatal arc. In one rotation, he killed the other hounds that pounced on him. Their broken bodies flew backwards, screaming

There was a muffled thud. Cato Sicarius stepped over their corpses and crushed their remains.

He did this on purpose.

Beside him, six tactical teams were locked in a bitter battle.

After dark, the attack intensity of the Khorne Demon Army more than doubled, and what emerged from the portal was no longer the low-level Bloodletters, but their cousins, the Blood Reapers.

These demons evolved from the Bloodletters and blessed with Khorne's blessings. Their horns are larger and longer, and the hell blades are often marked with blasphemous runes or become even larger.

In addition, they also killed dozens of steel bulls and skull chariots. Sicarius didn't know whether he should be grateful that he didn't see the demon engine for the time being, but he knew that they would come sooner or later. This was also his reason

No reason to let the Destroyer squad waste their ammunition just yet.

Of course, there are also those bloodthirsty demons. The wings of these bastards are badly broken, but they can still fly. Terra is currently not suitable for deploying air power, and there are many civilians on the ground. If they appear, then Sika

Leo might have to call the Assassin's Court and ask them to snipe these bastards.

The second company commander raised his head and glanced at the dim sky. After confirming that they had not appeared for the time being, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He pulled out the "Slayer" from his waist. This plasma pistol had been with him for a long time and was as reliable as ever. The composite ceramic cooling coil allowed it to fire continuously for up to fifty times before overheating.

Sicarius pulled the trigger on a Blood Reaper with its back to him. Half of its body was instantly vaporized, which also gave the Astartes pinned under it a chance to breathe. He immediately

Seizing this opportunity, the roar of the chain sword flashed by, and the Blood Reaper's head was chopped off.

"Be careful, Sono."

Sicarius whispered, and the Astartes' reply came from the communication channel, with some annoyance: "Sir - I was attacked by surprise!"

"No one on the battlefield cares about whether you attack sneakily or not. You have fought too little against these demons, so you need to get used to it."

There was a smile on Sicarius's face under his helmet. This brother had been responsible for exterminating aliens before and had never fought against demons. He was completely unaware of their insidious attacks. After all, he had only served for seventy years so far.

, can be regarded as half a recruit.

"I know, sir -" Sojéno couldn't finish the second half of his sentence. A Blood Reaper galloped from behind, and the Hell Blade instantly penetrated Sojéno's ceramic armor. Despite this,

, but this warrior also reacted at the last moment of his life. He let go of his hand and let the chain sword slide naturally, then pulled out his bolter and fired three shots at his chest and abdomen.

His fallen body pinned the Blood Reaper beneath him, and the explosive bomb shattered its spine into pieces.

Sicarius watched all this silently. Death was a common occurrence for them. The Hell Blades in the hands of these Blood Reapers were also deadly weapons to the Astartes. As long as they were scratched, the hell blades on them would

The blasphemous curse will begin to devour their flesh and soul.

What can he do?

Just more killing.

The remaining members of the Third Tactical Team to which Sojeno belonged quickly gathered around him. They surrounded his body in the center and used the bolt guns in their hands to steadily kill the demons who wanted to surround him.

At the same time, a pharmacist immediately started processing. He wanted to take Sojenor's gene seeds and bring them back to the war group. After a few decades, maybe a hundred years, someone will inherit his gene seeds and become their new

Sicarius did not know whether he was still alive at that time, nor did he know anything else.

He's used to these things.

Lysander's voice came from the second company commander's voice channel. The enemies on the outer wall have been cleared. They are now conducting a clearing operation in the square below the outer wall. This is not an easy task.

"Captain Sicarius, I need you--" Lysander paused, as if he was chopping something. After a while, he continued. "-- to support our group of battle brothers in the square.

To the east, we have some trouble here. Three soul grinders just broke through the line there, and seven brothers died, so we are short of manpower."

"I see."

Sicarius turned to the company's communication channel: "You all heard it, did anyone volunteer for the three soul grinders?"

"Let's go!"

The sergeant of the first tactical team immediately shouted on the voice channel. Sicarius turned around, and a golden light flashed on the terrifyingly sharp blade of the storm blade, causing the slashed demon to scream miserably.

.Sicarius couldn't help but reveal a sinister smile.

After dealing with the demon bastard who tried to sneak up on him, he began to issue orders: "The others cover the first team!"

"Order received!"

The Ultramarines moved quickly, and the first team ran away under the cover of gunfire from the soldiers. At the same time, Sicarius killed an insidious ambush on the ground with a wide-open downward slash.

He cut off half of the beast's mouth. Then he was nailed to the ground with a sword. The golden light flashed again, and the beast was burned to ashes.

Sicarius felt a sense of emptiness. The Storm Blade did not originally have such an ability. He only had such an ability after being 'blessed' by the Lord. Every time he used it, he felt spiritually empty, as if in his hands.

The storm blade seemed to be draining his spirit. The second company commander only regarded this as a necessary price.

It's not yet dawn, and there's still darkness all around. But we will fight until death - or, until dawn.