Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Robert Guilliman closed his eyes and temporarily emptied his mind. This short rest was just a means. To him, even if he didn't sleep for a month, it was nothing. His relaxation at this time was for better thinking.

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I must end this war. The demons will not mourn the death of our people. Not only do they want it more, but every human soul that dies increases their filthy desires.

But how does it end?

He opened his eyes and looked at the simulated sand table in front of him. He had mobilized all the troops that could be mobilized. The Astra Militarum, the Battle Sisters, he even sent orders to the people in the Ministry of Justice, and the assassins from the Assassin Court also mobilized.

.However, the demons are still launching attacks continuously.

Their numbers are chilling as if they have never diminished, and the entire Terra is littered with the shadows of these blasphemous creatures. The bloodletters of Khorne are wreaking havoc on this sacred land, and these low-level demonic infantry are still a threat to mortals.

Formidable opponents, they are also key members of Khorne's daemon armies.

Maybe, he should say that.

The current Daemon Army of Khorne.

Those big demons with names, those bloodthirsty demons raging in the sky and the daemon engines that can rival the Titans... Moreover, these are just the demons of Khorne. What about the other three?

Guilliman interrupted his thoughts that had become complicated.

Humans need to rest - they may be able to hold on for a long time, but what about those mortal soldiers? They are the main body of the defense line. The number of Astartes on the entire Terra is too small. The few are even unable to

It will affect the situation of this battle. There are still five days before the support promised by the mage named He Shenyan.

How was he going to let the people of Terra survive these five days? How could he survive these 120 hours?

Robert Guilliman opened his eyes thoughtfully. He was leaning on a chair, so when he opened his eyes, he directly saw the portrait of the Emperor. The man in the portrait had a solemn expression, with a hint of contemplation.

He held a sacred giant sword burning with flames, his golden armor shone brightly, and he had an equally holy halo above his head.

People surrounded him and groveled at his feet.

He hates this word and bows down - before this damn religious sepsis has spread in the empire, people will kneel down and worship him, not because of blind fanaticism, but because they respect this man.

"What do you want me to do, father?" Guilliman murmured. "You have sent me so many helpers, so much help. But I still can't see clearly what the future will look like. I even asked

There is no way that the people of Terra can survive one hundred and twenty hours..."

Perhaps Fulgrim was right.

Guilliman suddenly smiled bitterly. He had recovered from that rare emotion, and was ashamed of this moment of weakness. A servo skull rushed into his study, creaking on its body, and its claws were

There was a personal processing terminal. Marius Calgar's name was flashing on the personal terminal.

Guilliman picked up the communication, and the calm voice of his Chapter Master came from it: "Primarch, we have made contact with Captain Thor Garadon. The subspace portal in the middle of the hive has been obtained.

Basic controls.”

"Where's Steve?"

"He..." Marius was silent for a while. "The adult had a brief conversation with Captain Garadon half an hour ago and helped him avoid a shot from the Soul Grinder.

After the shelling, we went straight to the power plant."

"He did not take any of his brothers with him, Primarch," Marius said carefully.

"I know."

Guilliman's calm voice made Marius realize that he had obviously known about this for a long time. Guilliman continued: "Don't worry about his actions, Steve Rogers has his own considerations. He has his own

There's a battle to be fought, Marius, and you should focus on yours too."

"I understand, Primarch."

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Steve looked at the surrounding scenes with curious eyes. Dim and pale white strips of light were hung every few hundred meters on the dark walls. The ground he stepped on was made of

It was made of a fairly cheap metal. It would even sway when he stepped on it, which made him a little dissatisfied.

"The infrastructure is worse than in my hometown..." he whispered to himself.

Frankly speaking, this place reminded him of Queens - a future version of Queens that was a hundred times magnified and a hundred times darker. His footsteps echoed monotonously in this corridor. The one a few meters away was at risk of explosion due to lack of maintenance.

The power plant is still about three kilometers away.

For Steve, this is not even a warm-up. With his body that has undergone a second transformation, coupled with this power armor, even he himself may not know where his limits are. Of course, there are also

A psychic power that was very new to him.

Above his retina, a simple map was changing as he moved. He advanced 1.5 kilometers and left the long, winding corridor. He came to an open place. Compared to

As for the corridor, it is indeed very open, but not very clean.

Human blood and corpses covered the entire square. This sight made Steve's face darken. He raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist. A long sword made of pure golden flames

It appeared in his hands. With the light of the flames, he was able to see the whole square.

This seems to be a place where raw materials for power plants are piled up - unlike the way of generating electricity in his impression, the people of Holy Terra will throw all kinds of useless things into the conversion furnace of power plants. So the raw materials here,

It can basically be equated to garbage. Among them, construction waste appears the most.

After all, there are collapses in the lower levels of the hive city every day.

Among these construction debris, human corpses were scattered everywhere. There were many arms on the steel cables, but the I-shaped beams over there were filled with mutilated thighs. Steve narrowed his eyes, and his anger subsided.

, it was replaced by a deep coldness that isolated his heart.

"Evil..."

He groaned, and golden light radiated violently from his body. The darkness was completely driven out of the square, and an invisible thing screamed in agony. The sound was like ten million dead people.

It seemed like he was whispering to you in different voices at different times, which made Steve feel 100% disgusted.

He snorted coldly, and threw the flaming sword, penetrating the demon's chest and nailing it to the ground.

This... thing had the ugliest appearance Steve could imagine.

It's beautiful - and I mean, every part of it is beautiful taken apart. The fingers, the skin, even the hair that snakes across the naked body, every detail is beautiful. But this will

The most beautiful details combine to create a beauty that is surprisingly ugly.

From its blue eyes, you can't see any rationality or beauty. Only the deepest depravity and desire, it was nailed to the flaming sword. The majestic spiritual flames burned its

The body made the skin as warm as white jade hiss and burn. A flush appeared on the demon's face, and it began to smile.

Showing his small fangs - smiling, looking at Steve expectantly, and even twitching his fingers at him.

Steve smiled instead of being angry. He came to the thing and held the flaming sword with his backhand. He turned the sword and let it scream again with heart-rending pain. The pain contained in it was not reduced at all. But in

It turned into a pleasure in just a few seconds.

The creature gasped and made a faint sound. A pool of liquid flowed out from under the ground where it was sitting on its knees, exuding a musky smell that was so thick that it was uncomfortable.

"His warrior..." It twisted its naked body, actually thirsting for more pain. "Do you have more tricks? I still want to have a taste."

Steve just looked at it coldly without saying a word. Huge pressure swept from behind him and filled the entire square in an instant. The separated limbs flew up and formed silently in the air.

A huge monster full of limbs. Purple light covered with golden light.

It chuckled: "If you don't do anything, then come to me! We will have a great time... Hehe, the boring man is not here, the old bacon is sitting on his

On the chair. Who else can help you?"

"help me?"

Steve sneered and pulled out the flaming sword: "You made a mistake, monster. I'm the one here to help."