Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Ceasefire! Ceasefire!"

Norfo yelled for three full minutes before he asked the soldiers to stop wasting ammunition. He originally wanted to get angry - you idiots who should be in solitary confinement, can't you hear the order from the commander? Even if you can't, the Ministry of Military Affairs will do it every Monday

The manual also clearly states that you are not allowed to waste ammunition when you cannot see the enemy!

Then he discovered that it was actually because there was something wrong with his helmet communicator that the soldiers couldn't hear what he was saying at all. The reason for the ceasefire was because they all noticed that the demons seemed to have retreated.

So Nolfo put the question behind him. He wiped the thing on his face and looked at his hands with disgust. He didn't know whether it was sweat or blood. Or maybe it was a mixture of the two, but Nolfo

Skeptical, he looked at the black mass in his hand and thought it looked like mutant feces.

"Oh shit."

The noncommissioned officer, who could no longer maintain his etiquette, swore a curse word and lowered the laser gun at an angle that would definitely make the technicians tug at his ears—the barrel pointed downwards.

He couldn't control that much anymore, and he fought continuously for eight hours without rest. His shoulders were sore, his eyes were raw, and he even felt that there was something wrong with his respiratory tract. Norfo weakly took out a piece of chewing sugar substitute from the upper pocket of his clothes.

The young black guard was beside him, and the two of them leaned on the fortifications together, but did not completely relax their vigilance.

It is true that they did not attack again, but who knows if they will come again immediately? Litosis leaned against the fortifications in a posture that was completely devoid of any grace or manners. He stretched out his legs and kicked down a piece of it.

He took out half of the blood demon's chin. So he had to take out his combat dagger and pick out the thing.

The eight-hour battle was bloody and indescribable. The most rigorous training Litosis had ever endured was not so terrifying. He saw a doctor walking towards them and quickly pointed to a corner behind the doctor.

He shouted in a hoarse voice: "We are fine! Go check on him first!"

The doctor turned around and ran to the soldier who was leaning in the corner with his head tilted. He checked carefully and then breathed a sigh of relief. Two people were found to put him on a stretcher and took him away, and then turned back.

"Doctor, we don't need-"

"——It's not up to you to decide whether you need it or not." The doctor looked at him sternly through the eyepiece, and Litosis suppressed the second half of his sentence. After all, that sentence was well said. Don't offend anyone.

Doctor. This doctor in a dirty white robe carefully examined Litosis, and then Nolfo beside him.

Next to them, dozens of doctors were doing the same job. This was very necessary to implement a new system that was less than two hundred years old. It was proposed by a political commissar. He said that sometimes the soldiers were too excited because of

Often they would not realize that they were injured and would not call a doctor. Many young men died of excessive bleeding. At his suggestion, the Ministry of Military Affairs added this rule.

It's a good thing, but it's a bit troublesome.

During the interval when the doctor was examining Norfo, Litosis moistened his throat and spoke with his vocal cords that had become hoarse from shouting: "What happened to that soldier?"

"He was too tired and fainted. It's not a big deal. He can come back to fight after injecting some nutrient solution - Hey, you, raise your hands!"

Nolfo reluctantly raised his right hand so that the doctor could rub it on his arm. While undergoing the examination, he chewed the piece of sugar substitute and even had the time to joke to Litosis: "

What do you think will happen if they hide there and come out to attack at this time?"

"Those are Daemons of Khorne, sir, they don't have that-"

Before he could finish the word 'brain', Litosis heard the noise coming from the darkness and immediately lay down on the fortifications in a posture ready to shoot. The doctor even took out a gun of explosives from nowhere.

Shotgun, Nolfo's eyes twitched as he looked at the side holding a laser gun.

How could a doctor like you get such good equipment...

They waited nervously for the creature to come out of the darkness. Could it be a precursor to the next wave of demon attacks? No one knew. Three minutes later, a giant walked out of the darkness, followed by a whole group of refugees.

Litosis put down his gun, and the giant's body seemed to be still covered in mist. He seemed to be some kind of creature from ancient times, or one of those heroes that could only be seen in legends.

Litosis forgot his words for a moment. He knew this symptom, superman phobia, but he never thought it would happen to him.

He has met many Astartes monks. Why does this giant, who does not wear armor and even the black carapace has lost its color, give him such a feeling?

The giant seemed to be moving slowly, and his strong muscles were trembling, giving Litosis an indescribable creepy feeling. No humanoid creature can be so fast, so delicate, and so powerful, especially that

The thing was more than two meters high. His mind went blank until the giant came to him.

"I am..." He was silent for a while, and then uttered a short word, which was not like a name, but more like a code name: "Sebrus, these refugees are the survivors of the hive."

.Is there any place nearby you that can accommodate them?”

"My lord," Norfo raised his hand and said with difficulty, "Which battle group are you a monk from?"

"I don't have a warband."

Sebrus said calmly, and then waved to the back of the refugees. A lame Guards soldier came over, his face was pale, but full of determination. After another complicated process of confirming the serial number and exchanging identification codes,

, the refugees were examined one by one by doctors to ensure that they did not carry contamination or disease.

The giant who called himself Sebrus stood aside and watched without saying a word. Several times, Norfo wanted to ask him something, but was stopped by his serious expression. After the refugees all entered the position, they headed towards

After marching towards the Mercy Square in the rear, Sebrus spoke on his own.

"Where do these demons come from?" he asked, as if he had no idea what was going on here.

"Sir, portal." Norfo made a gesture. "Didn't you hear the previous alarm? And that..."

He gestured, and the golden figure appeared in front of his eyes again, and his firm and powerful words: "...that person, please forgive me."

Norfo didn't know what to say, and Litosis took over his words: "Fight and drive out evil."

The young Lucifer Black Guard had an extremely solemn expression: "This is His teaching, and we should follow it. Sir, what do you think?"

interesting.

Sebrus thought, he was testing me. The giant smiled, and this expression seemed very inappropriate on his cold face: "That's true. Human beings should maintain their hatred of aliens and evil. Only in this way can we

Better to kill them. We must practice this with loyalty to Him, so as not to lose our true heart.”

The young black guard was obviously relieved. Sebrus patted his shoulder and pressed it down slightly. It made him feel his strength and friendliness. The giant smiled at him—smiled at all of them, and then

Out of the fortifications.

Litosis heard him speaking, and the emotion contained in his voice changed into something deeper.

A murderous intention.

"Maybe you should get ready, soldier, they're coming."

Immediately afterwards, the disturbing whispers sounded again in the darkness.

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"Where is Frank now?"

Guilliman asked with his eyes fixed on the real-time map and deduction sandbox, and an Astartes immediately answered him: "Primarch, Lord Frank is currently conducting a mission near the second port."

"Second port?"

Guilliman's eyes moved on the sand table, and he quickly found the building that he was completely unfamiliar with: "Damn it, how did he get here? The mission I assigned him is located in the middle hive!"

He pointed at the distance and almost yelled: "How did he run there?!"

"Sir, the Imperial Fists sent us a report saying that a tall warrior robbed one of their vehicles."

"..."

Guilliman closed his eyes, then opened them. Closed them, then opened them again: "Give them a car to go back to, and from now on, keep dialing his communicator until he gets through. In this way, I can see the overall situation."

A bastard who doesn’t have any, how could he only think about killing?!”

"It's a pity, but it may be true."

Steve, who had been sitting aside and carefully deducing Tyra's current situation, interjected: "The Frank I know may be a little different from this one, but they look similar and have similar personalities. Therefore, their behavior styles should be the same."

At this point, he actually smiled: "If you ask me, Guilliman, you should throw him into the pile of demons and leave the rest to him."

"I thought you would be more stable..." Guilliman looked at Steve speechlessly and choked. "Such a suggestion should not be made, Steve, even if he doesn't value his own life.

No matter what, we can’t do it either. We are commanders, so we must be responsible for the lives of soldiers!”

"No, I just know him too well."

Steve shook his head: "Let's put it this way, Guilliman. Now throw us and him into hell, and the last one to survive will definitely be Frank Castle. This tough guy..."

He burst into laughter: "Besides, I don't think I am a commander - put me on the ground battlefield, Guilliman. Those Astra Militarum soldiers lack someone who can command them on an overall basis.

, it just so happens that I have a lot of experience in fighting with mortals."

Looking at his smile, Guilliman nodded.

He realized that he still knew too little about these new brothers.