Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"He doesn't even have a weapon!"

During the battle, Litosis heard Norfo shout this. He couldn't tell whether his voice was filled with surprise or fear, or a combination of both.

After all, anyone who sees such a scene will feel uneasy.

The giant who called himself Sebrus raised the broken head of a bloodletter with one hand. Only the left half of its eyeball was still in the socket, and the other side was beaten alive by the giant along with its head.

He just held up the monster's head, and used the ferocious long horn on its head to pierce the chest of the other bloodletting demon. The damn beast was not dead at this point, and he raised the cursed blade in his hand to try to hurt him.

Sebrus calmly took the lead and raised a hand, holding the devil's wrist.

With his five fingers together, he pinched and broke its wrist as easily as if it were made of steel. Bone stubble spattered out along with blood. The knife hung on the ground, Sebrus bared his fangs, leaving the bloodletting demon with a daring blow.

A trembling grin, this was the last thing it saw.

After doing all this, he let go of his hand and disappeared naturally.

The speed was so fast that it chilled people's hearts and made people feel something wrong instinctively - how could such a huge giant move at such a fast speed?

But he just can.

Sebrus easily approached a blood-letting demon from behind, raised his hand, and strangled its neck - his muscles bulged, and all the terrifying power exploded in an instant, and he suddenly

She strangled its neck and burst it.

Blood splashed all over his face, and a red laser beam grazed his shoulder, causing a flesh hound that tried to attack him to fall to the ground. The giant stepped over and crushed its head with one foot.

"I guess he doesn't need a weapon, sir."

Litosis made a little joke, and then shouted the giant's name loudly: "Lord Sebulus!"

He pulled out the power sword from his waist and threw it. The giant raised his hand with his back to him and caught it without fail.

The weapon that could be used as a two-handed sword in Litosis's hands looked like just a combat dagger in his hands. Cerbulus held the power sword with one hand, and in the next second, unimaginable martial arts blossomed in his hands.

First, it was a straight thrust. The power sword hit the eye of a bloodletting demon with perfect accuracy. When it howled loudly in pain, it spun around hard, and the broken eyeballs came out, accompanied by blood and broken pieces.

Meat. Sebrus took a step forward, and the power sword was pulled out by him, followed by a simple horizontal slash.

A head flew high, with a ferocious expression and desire for blood still on it. Sebrus didn't even look at the head. He clenched his left hand into a fist and accurately delivered his fist. The head fell, as if

As if he had touched his fist, a rain of blood bloomed from the sky, covering the entire ground. It obscured the sight of the demons, and from the blood mist, a giant rushed out.

"For Holy Terra!"

He roared, and the murderous aura emanating from his lips and teeth almost made these bloodletting demons tremble with fear - yes, demons are also afraid. However, before they could feel ashamed of their hesitation for a moment, Sebrus killed them.

Dragged into the quagmire of killing, not a single one was left. He laughed wildly at them in the swamp made of blood.

massacre.

Like a stone wall, or something else. The soldiers behind the fortifications could only see his back and hear the sound of his bloody battle. Other than that, no demon could break through his defenses. No matter it was

This is true for both flesh hounds and bloodletting demons. The more they come, the more Sebrus will kill.

Laser beams blew over his head in swarms, and the giant did not hide, as if these ammunition were just the breeze blowing across his face. Litosis could not help but feel the blood rising - for the Emperor, this is

What a warrior?!

"For Holy Terra!"

The soldiers also shouted loudly, but they did not realize that their pupils were slowly turning into a faint golden color, and their emotions became more and more high. At this moment, there was no fear, no hesitation, and nothing else in their hearts.

thing.

There's only one thing left.

Kill!

Kill all enemies of mankind!

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The station leader of the Ultramarines, Marius Calgar, closed his eyes and breathed calmly, almost indifferently.

He seemed to have no emotions or consciousness, just a body existing in this armor. The servitor walked over meekly, dismantled his power armor for him, and then replaced it with a heavier pair of finely crafted Terminator power armor.

.

Two bolt guns hung under the power gloves that replaced his hands, and the nerve connections of the black carapace were sending a familiar sting to him. Marius waited patiently for himself. Five minutes later, under the influence of a mechanical priest,

Amid loud singing, his armor was anointed with holy oil, and a servitor fetched a copy of the sacred Emperor's Prayer and hung it around his waist.

Marius opened his eyes and ended his prayer at the same time. A man who was taller than he was when he was wearing Terminator armor stood opposite him. He had blond hair and blue eyes, just like Guilliman.

.This scene made him dazed for a while, and he didn't fully wake up until the man spoke.

"What is the mission he gave you?"

"Captain Thor Galadon, who is supporting the third company of the Imperial Fists. He and his troops were besieged by a huge army of Khorne demons in the middle of the hive."

Steve nodded: "Very good, then, I will act with you."

"What?" Marius exclaimed in surprise. "This kind of task does not require your help!"

"Then when is the time? Fighting is a matter of course, Marius."

He explained: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not specifically here to support you. The middle level of that hive city is connected to a huge power plant. If it explodes, the entire hive city will be destroyed. You should know better than me the consequences of a collapsed hive city.

What kind of disaster is coming? You are responsible for supporting Captain Thor Garadon, and I will be responsible for the power plant."

Of course, Marius knew that in the crypt of the Ultramarines fortress monastery in Hera, his achievements and deeds were recorded in a total of twenty-eight volumes. Second only to his original body in number and scale, Robert Killy.

Mann. These were wars that were recorded because of their sheer scale, not to mention those that he thought were not worth mentioning.

Therefore, as an experienced war strategist, Marius can definitely say this.

There are no worse battlefield emergencies than a hive collapse, none. Fighting in a hive is inherently unpleasant, and if it collapsed, Marius wouldn't think he would survive unless he was inside an Emperor's Baneblade.

reasons.

"Sir, how many people do you need?"

Marius quickly figured out the key points and asked.

"No manpower is needed, I am enough."

"How is this possible?"

"I'll find help along the way, Marius." Steve smiled.

Ten minutes later, they entered Terra's atmosphere through the transport plane. The process was boring and boring. Steve sat calmly in the corner of the cabin. The soldiers around him seemed a little uneasy - a reason.

Body, sitting next to you.

How should you think about it?

Marius didn't know, he just kept using his eyes to shut up those idiots who tried to talk to Steve. The remaining one eye almost popped out of its socket. Marius now desperately wished that he was a think tank

, so that he can use psychic communication to scold these idiots.

Damn it, the battle is ahead and they still want to talk to him?

His eyes were focused, and an Astartes sitting diagonally across from Steve spoke. There were more than a dozen merit medals hanging on his shoulder armor, and an ancient parchment ribbon tightly surrounded them.

He stood up. He was not wearing a helmet, showing a resolute face.

"Sir, are you here to fight with us?" he asked expectantly.

Marius wanted to punch him - what a stupid question?

But Steve couldn't see any impatience or dissatisfaction. He smiled, looking gentle and approachable: "Don't call me sir, maybe I'm not as old as you in the war. How long have you served?"

The soldier proudly puffed up his chest. A bump in the transport plane caused him to jolt in his chair: "Three hundred and seventy-one years, sir!"

"That's really long!" Steve said in surprise. "I'm not even a fraction of yours. In this regard, I can't be called an adult."

He looked around, and the Astartes were all looking at him: "That's why I won't command you. My combat experience is not enough for me to command warriors like you. Everyone, please do your best and stop shouting.

I’m an adult, how about it?”

No one answered, although many people almost laughed out loud because of his humorous joke. But Marius's cold expression made them immediately hold back their laughter. Steve glanced at him and laughed out loud himself.

.

The atmosphere was very harmonious. However, when the transport plane arrived at the Lions Gate Port smoothly, this atmosphere was gone. The sound of clicking was endless. One by one, they put on their helmets and untied their restraints. The door of the transport plane

With a slight vibration, it opened, and the smell of gunpowder smoke from outside rushed in.

"Get ready to fight." Marius said simply, without any unnecessary nonsense. Steve watched them file out, neatly and orderly. He couldn't help but smile again.

Ah, the familiar war...

His eyes became a little more obscure: defending the home and country, nothing more than that.

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"Run..."

The Imperial Inquisitor, Hugh Durecka, was running in the headquarters of the Inquisition with fear. He should not have shown such an expression, but the shadow of the monster had been lingering in his mind for too long.

How many people had he killed? While running, this fragmentary thought flashed through Duleka's mind. His legs trembled, his expression became distorted, and even his thinking froze.

The indicator lights above the corridor were flashing, and he ran past one after another. As long as he ran to the end of the corridor, he could reach the security door. He only needed to spend a few seconds to pass the authentication, and he could avoid this once and for all.

monster, and then activate defensive measures to let him die here!

Their secrets must not be exposed...

He ran with smoky pain in his lungs. It was as if someone had laid a hole in his lungs with a lit cigar. Hugh Duleka gasped incomprehensibly and spitted out saliva.

.Just when he was only three hundred meters away from the security door, there was a soft sound of a light bulb breaking behind him.

He was trembling, and he was so cautious that he didn't even dare to look back.

Yes, a lamp broke, not far behind him - and then, as if it was some kind of chain reaction, all the indicator lights behind the lamp shattered, and the sound of explosions was endless. Hugh Dooley

Ka couldn't help but scream.

After a minute, he forced himself to calm down. He slumped on the ground, staring at the darkness that could drown people. He got up tremblingly, staggered away from here, and began to move forward.

Not long after he left the dim yellow halo cast by the indicator light, Hugh Duleka heard a slight cracking sound again.

He stopped in place, his steps stiff. He turned his head slowly again as if he were dead. The darkness swallowed up all the light behind him. Not sure if it was an illusion, but he heard a breath.

Is it an illusion?

Hugh Duleka stood there and listened carefully. His head was covered with sweat, his face was pale, and his legs were shaking like a sieve.

Inhale - exhale.

Inhale - exhale.

Was it his own breathing? He wasn't sure, so he continued to run forward, running towards the yellow halo cast by the next indicator light, and then, the light he ran past shattered again.

This time, he didn't look back - he just ran wildly, and fear had completely swallowed up his soul. Bloodshot eyes climbed up, and Hugh Dureka only hated himself for not reforming, because he ran too slowly.

Got it!

Every time he ran past a light, there was a shattering sound behind him. Just when he was still two lights away from the safety door, his steps faltered and he fell to the ground. He screamed and touched the ground with his fingers.

Scratching and crawling. His nails turned up and blood flowed out. He continued to crawl on the ground as if he felt no pain, leaving dirty traces with blood.

He came under the penultimate lamp, and a shattering sound made his whole body tremble.

Right in front of him, right in front of him! Hugh Dureka exhaled a breath of air full of fear, stretched out his hand, and crawled forward - at this moment, the surroundings were completely plunged into darkness.

Except for the last light and the indicator light where he was, the surroundings were filled with darkness that he couldn't even see. He looked around nervously and nervously. He felt as if there were a thousand pairs of eyes watching him in the darkness.

.

"Don't come here! Don't come here! You don't even think about catching me, this monster! Don't even think about it!"

He screamed hysterically and stretched one hand out of the yellow halo. The bone-chilling cold hit him. He retracted his hand and looked at the palm that had been completely frozen to death in disbelief.

Eyes fell out of their sockets.

Next, only a few phrases came out of his mouth. The completely collapsed man stood up from the ground, screamed and shouted while crying and laughing, tearing off his clothes and throwing them on the ground as if he was crazy.

Then, a chuckle came from the darkness.

Hugh Duleka stood there, frozen. He looked at the indicator light above the safety door. At this time, it was trembling slightly - three seconds later, it broke.

Hugh Duleka did not look back, he knew that the monster was standing behind him at this moment.

After another two seconds, the lamp above his head also shattered. A scream sounded in the darkness.

Five minutes later, Batman walked out of the long corridor carrying his body with one hand. He dialed the communication: "I have found out."