Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Thor Garadon.

Rock.

Everyone who knew him would say so. No matter what the title was, whether it was Sergeant Thor Garadon, Captain Thor Garadon, or Lord Thor Garadon, they would always call him the Rock.

This is a very high praise.

At this moment, Rock was lying on his back. It was not his fault. Although he was wearing power armor, there were three flesh and blood hounds pressing on him. They jumped out of the darkness and wanted to attack him. Thor

·Garadon killed them all easily, but was unable to prevent their still-strength corpses from crashing into him.

Three calf-sized beasts hit you - one after another.

He lost his balance and fell to the ground, which is a fatal thing in a battle. Fortunately, he had many brothers to look after him.

Garadon saw Mallan, nicknamed "Blade", impale a bloodletter that was about to be blessed with his power sword. The horns on the bastard's head were glowing red, and it was obvious that it had killed many people.

Then, Malan pulled him up from the ground. Galaton didn't say anything. He used his chain sword to saw open another flesh hound that jumped out of the darkness.

Blood spattered, and the loud sound of the bolter being fired could be heard in his ears. Thor turned his head slightly, and his dynamic vision allowed him to accurately capture the bolt. It rotated and penetrated into an unknown place.

The Soul Grinder's head appeared out of nowhere. The skull of that ugly thing was blown away.

But it wasn't dead yet, and its master's power even made the thing roar loudly. The crimson brain trembled with its roar, and then Thor pulled out his bolter and gave it another shot.

It is quite now.

The battle ended in seven minutes and thirty-one seconds. Thor Garadon silently adjusted the chain sword to the lowest gear, and then reset it to zero. This has two advantages. First,

, the lowest gear allows the blood, flesh and bone stubble stuck on the chain saw to be thrown out. Secondly, it can save some fuel.

He is running out of promethium, and so should his brothers. From the beginning of the battle to now, they have been fighting in this damn hive for a whole day and most of the night.

Marlan told a joke, but no one laughed: "I thought it was the worst day when I saw my family being blown to pieces by a bunch of Chaos traitors a hundred and thirty years ago."

Marlaan Northam, the son of a noble, is the most common origin among the Astartes.

His glorious family, the birthplace of seven Astartes, was avenged by a group of Chaos traitors for aiding the Imperium one hundred and thirty years ago, and the Chapter aided him in his revenge. They hunted the group across the galaxy.

After more than a thousand days and nights, Malan finally killed everyone personally.

After that, he felt relieved and often told jokes about this incident during the most difficult and dangerous moments of the battle. Every time, no one laughed.

"This joke is really bad."

Garadon heard his own voice and was a little surprised for a moment. His mouthpiece was a little overtired from the war cry and non-stop issuing orders, and it sounded like he was talking in his sleep: "Count the number of people, Malan."

Three minutes later, Malan reported to him: "We have seventy-three brothers left."

‘Rock’ sighed: “May they rest in peace. Where are the Destroyers’ ammunition reserves?”

The voice of the Destroyer squad sergeant came from the communication channel: "Based on the current intensity of the battle, we can continue to output for four hours, company commander."

+Captain Garadon, they are coming+

The think tank's reminder was like thunder. Garadon once again stirred the gear at the end of the chain sword's handle, with the highest output. Under the action of promethium, the killing weapon roared manically. Not far away, Malan lowered his head, and he seemed to pass

The thermal imaging of the eyepiece saw something. The bolter fired continuously at the ground, and several whines came from the ground beneath their feet.

"They're down there!" Marlan warned loudly. Garadon immediately pulled out his bolter, and before he could pull the trigger, the ground he was standing on collapsed.

The first thing to explain is that the hive city is not a single-story structure - although these buildings are roughly divided into three levels, they represent the living levels of the people living here. The real hive city is layered on top of each other.

Galaton smashed three floors in a row before stopping.

Something clawed at his breastplate in the dark, and Ceramic let out an overwhelmed whine, but still held on tenaciously. He heard noisy noises coming from the communication channel, but Galaton had no time to go.

Distinguish those words. He stretched out a hand like lightning, and the teeth of a flesh hound got stuck in his gauntlet.

He added a punch, and as blood and flesh spattered, the night vision function of the eyepiece was activated. The chain sword fell not far from him, but his bolter disappeared. Garaton rolled over and picked it up.

He raised the chainsword with great dexterity. At this moment, there was the sound of something warming up right above his head.

+dodge+

An unfamiliar psychic communication broke into his brain, and Garadon felt a backward force pulling him, forcing him to stay away from that place. The next second, a bunch of scarlet shells mixed with broken bones appeared.

It hit the place where he had been standing. Garadon immediately recognized it as the Soul Grinder's flesh-and-blood mill cannon.

An extremely blasphemous weapon - each soul grinder is transformed from a demon, and the dimensional blacksmith will give them more terrifying abilities. Their lower body will be removed and equipped with eight mechanical legs, which can ignore any terrain

.And it is extremely sharp and can even pierce their armor.

However, what is truly deadly is the large mouth on their chest and abdomen. Soul Grinders will devour all flesh and blood they see along the way, whether they are enemies or friends. They can condense flesh and blood with their endless desire for slaughter and hatred for the living.

Fire it out. It's covered in blasphemous curses, and even has the power of a tank's main gun.

+Dodge left, soldier+

The strange spiritual energy continued to send messages, and Galaton had no choice. He did as he was told. Then, a figure fell from the sky and landed directly on the head of the soul grinder. A beam of golden light burst out.

, hot and dangerous. After a moment, he saw that the soul grinder's body had been completely melted, leaving only eight mechanical legs still stretching and contracting in vain on the ground.

"Who are you?"

"Are you Captain Thor Garadon?" The visitor did not answer his question. Instead, he began to ask about his identity. He was wearing blue fine power armor, but there was no logo on it, just a simple

The edges are outlined in gold.

'Rock' Thor Garadon suddenly realized that this man was simply unbelievably tall.

A terrifying guess passed through his mind and quickly disappeared.

Seeing Thor's vigilant look, the visitor smiled and continued to use psychic communication. + Maybe this way, you will get used to it +

"It's you?"

"Yes, the support you called for has arrived. A company of Ultramarines is fighting behind the demons. Captain Garadon, can you issue an order to have your brothers push back?"

"...Okay, but I need to know your identity first."

"Steve Rogers."

They looked at each other for a while, and in the end, Thor Garadon was the first to lose his composure: "I was referring to your military rank."

"I don't have a military rank, I'm just a soldier." Steve smiled again. "You can communicate with the commander of the Ultramarines yourself about the specific situation. Chapter Commander Marius Calgar should be happy to talk to you.

The one who killed the enemy together was Captain Garadon."

"As for me--"

Steve disappeared on the spot, and golden light surged from his hands, gradually filling his body, turning him into a golden stream of light and flying away, leaving only a faint whisper in Garadon's ears.

Bian echoed: "——I have other tasks."

Astartes, nicknamed the Rock, stood there and stared at his departing figure. It took him thirty seconds to recover. At the same time, an unfamiliar voice came from the communication channel, mixed with the roar of a bolter.

: "This is Marius Calgar, Chapter Master of the Ultramarines! We are here to support you!"

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Guilliman's face was extremely gloomy.

At this moment, he was alone in his study. The Soulless Queen was taken to the infirmary for a more detailed examination, which gave him some convenience, at least he did not need to politely ask when Batman called.

The lady left.

"Evidence, Crane, I need evidence." He hit his right temple with a terrible headache, and it was throbbing. He had to do this to make himself feel better. "I believe you, but I want to see the evidence with my own eyes.

"

Batman's voice echoed in the study: "There is no documentary evidence. They were very vigilant and very covert. If I hadn't been able to directly look into their brains, I'm afraid this matter would have been left unsolved in the end."

He said calmly: "Who would believe that the new drug spreading in the hive can transform psykers into unstable subspace portals? Moreover, the mastermind behind it is still a member of the Tribunal."

"You said that potion is a drug?"

"It's almost the same. They will first sell part of the powder in the base hive, treating it as new goods. Those potential psykers who have 'reacted' will be controlled by the gangs who work for them, and then they will be injected with medicine to observe the changes.

Further reaction. The dead will rot and turn into a puddle of slime. If they are lucky enough to survive, they will have the ability to use psychic powers in front of the Sisters of Silence..."

"This group of people are called raw materials. Every three natural months, they will go to the bottom of the nest to extract a batch of brand-new raw materials. After these people are brought to their laboratory, they will be injected with a substance called

Number Nine’s potion is two different things than what Frank found in the hive.”

Batman's voice is getting deeper and deeper: "The three girls killed by Frank are called 'defective products' in their official terminology. The pain that broke out when they died can make them unstable.

A portal, but it is uncontrollable - most of the portals in the hive now are like this."

Guilliman clenched his fists.

The place they were in was called Holy Terra. Holy Terra—! Just under his father's eyes, something like this happened?! Guilliman raised his head and stared at the portrait of the Emperor on the ceiling for a long time.

No words were spoken, only Batman's voice continued to speak.

"According to my speculation, they should have wanted to develop a method that could counter the Silent Sisters, but by mistake, they had new results... I will continue to investigate. There are still some who are escaping here.

They are scum. They should know a lot of other things."

"Before you hang up, Crane, I hope you can find out one thing, the most important thing." Guilliman's mouth twitched. "This matter is secretly carried out by a branch within the Inquisition.

. . . or they all are like that.”

"I see."