Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

It is not easy to move quickly on a chaotic battlefield. Fortunately, they have transport ships - three transport ships flew at low altitude and dropped the three combat companies of the Ultramarines onto an exposed square in the middle of the hive city. They

Falling from the sky and falling to the ground, it stirred up smoke and heavy sounds.

In the flying dust, the scarlet eyepiece lit up.

Marius walked out first, using him as an arrow, and the Ultramarines followed him. The three combat companies were not full. According to the standard of a company of one hundred people, the second company had even suffered more than half of its casualties. They currently only have 193

They were just people. Advancing vigilantly, they soon arrived at the power plant.

The Battle Sisters were patrolling in teams of three, and the huge power plant core stood behind them, like some kind of sleeping monster. The sound of boots stepping on the metal plate was so loud that he breathed a sigh of relief—

-Fortunately, the situation is not as bad as he thought.

Not long after, Steve came over after receiving the news. The first time he saw Marius, he showed a smile: "I'm glad to see you are safe and sound. Where is Marius Sicarius?"

"

"He is injured, my lord. He is currently lying in a makeshift hospital behind the lines, and the medical sisters are taking care of him."

Steve's smile faded a little: "Really? How did you get hurt?"

"A warlord of Khorne..."

The scene at that time reappeared in front of Marius's eyes. The right hand of the blasphemous thing was a huge gun barrel, with six consecutive rounds. A single shot could blast the ground into a large crater several meters deep. The left hand was a never-ending cannon.

The specially made chain ax is stained with rust, but it is still incredibly sharp. Even the Terminator armor cannot withstand one of its swings.

They paid a huge price to take this thing down.

"In short, the current situation is still not optimistic." Steve gestured for Marius to come with him. They walked all the way to the bottom of the power plant, where is the 'fuel' injection port. From the beginning of the war to now,

It has stopped operating for a long time, but it still glows like lava.

"This thing is still running, and I don't know how to stop it - Marius, that's the problem. An hour before you came, we just fought off a wave of Slaanesh demons. I can fight them

Keep fighting, but the nuns are different. Their vitality has been consumed by those things..."

There was deep worry in Steve's eyes, and he turned to look to the other side: "I can't take care of every aspect by myself. If I miss something and let them get here, no one will be able to accept the consequences."

Marius looked at the huge crack and felt the heat wave hitting his face. He carefully studied the lava-like light, and after a long time he spoke: "...Okay, sir."

The Chapter Leader shrugged: "I originally thought that the technical sergeants should be able to solve this big treasure, but now it seems that I was wrong. This thing is definitely not something they can handle. At least it will take those guys who are leaking engine oil to study it for more than ten years.

It’s only in the new year that I have a chance.”

"There's nothing you can do?" Steve sighed. "Well, I guess, until He gets here, we can only waste time here."

When he didn't get an answer, Steve frowned and turned around - "Marius?"

No one answered, no one was even standing there.

The ground began to squirm - to be precise, some things on the ground began to squirm. They were originally dust or other things, but now they turned into mold-like things in a burst of green light. They were squirming on the ground.

Crawling towards Steve, an unbearably pungent stench began to spread in the air.

No, it doesn't just stink.

Steve lowered his head expressionlessly. From where he stood, the golden flames began to spread. They formed a confrontation with the molds crawling towards him. The flames burned the molds with a crackling sound, but the molds seemed to be endless.

It usually kept popping up from the darkness. At the same time, he heard several laughters like little children.

There can be no children here.

Turning his wrist, the flaming sword was already in his hand. Steve saw it - he really saw it completely.

A corpse stepped out of the darkness.

It had the most ordinary face, but its body was covered with pustules. Its face was pale white. Its teeth were clenched and it grunted in pain. After taking a few steps, the thing fell to the ground, its fragile legs

The joints were broken in the fall, and the arms were tossed awkwardly in uncontrollable spasms.

From the broken leg joint, bloody pus splashed out. Along with the wet bone fragments and something unclear, Steve almost felt sick - he had never seen anything so abominable.

.The terrible consequences of disease on people are profoundly demonstrated in this corpse.

However, it's not over yet - yes, it's not over yet. For Nurgle, things are only halfway through.

The abdomen of the corpse began to rot and decompose, and yellow fat particles dripped onto the floor. The eyes became cloudy, fell out of their sockets, and fell to the ground into a puddle of mucus. It opened its mouth, and its teeth were loosening.

It became shrunken, the tongue turned black, and then it bit it off with its loose teeth in a convulsion.

Its intestines ruptured and its bladder burst - but it wasn't quite dead yet.

To be precise, he died, but it didn't.

But, how is this possible?

Steve didn't want to think too much.

"That's enough." Steve said in a voice that was a mixture of disgust and determination. "Rest in peace."

He swung his sword, and flames splashed out from the sword, covering the body like a blanket of flames. The flames purified everything and quickly restored the entire diseased body to a white skeleton, but that

The effects of the terrible plague still existed. Its bones also turned black and were covered with mold.

Logically speaking, there cannot be mold on bones.

This idea suddenly flashed through Steve's mind, and the voice was not his own, but He Shenyan's. The voice contained his usual relaxation and smile, and a bit of teasing.

in.

+You have to be prepared, Steve, I can't help you much, He dragged you into the illusion... Of course, this may be true, who knows?+

He Shenyan's words were as ambiguous as ever. Considering his personality, Steve didn't say much. He also answered with his psychic powers.

+What do I do?+

+Just do what you do best, Steve, persevere, and win+

Steve breathed out softly, and there were more footsteps in the darkness. He could almost smell their scent - the flames ignited his blond hair, and a new sun shone in the darkness.

The ground rose, burning the moist air and the virus in it. His eyes had turned into golden eyes and he gritted his teeth.

"Come on," he said.

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The bald think tank who had talked to Marius before was named Rogris Tarot. Among the think tanks, he was not the strongest, nor the most agile. But he was the best among them.

That - it may sound a bit paradoxical, but this is the actual situation. The strongest person does not necessarily know how to fight best.

Fighting is an art, related to the defeat of the weak and the bullying of the weak, and how to use strategies to turn defeat into victory - Roglis is fascinated by this and is proud of the attacks he has set up. But he will never stop, because

He is fighting for humanity and the Empire.

Because of this, he was able to follow Marius's footsteps, and because of this, he only sensed abnormal psychic fluctuations three minutes later.

Rogris' body stiffened suddenly, and blue spiritual light began to overflow from his eyes. Several battle brothers who were closer to him noticed something was wrong almost instantly and rushed over. They

I don’t know what happened to Roglis. Maybe even Roglis himself can’t tell clearly.

He really couldn't tell.

At this moment, his eyes were staring at a green dark cloud - a thick, strange dark cloud full of mourning and pain came around from behind Terra, and then it rained acid. What else? What else?

What? Logris anxiously used his spiritual power to peer into the future at that moment, but suddenly he didn't know that the real danger had already arrived at his side.

A green-yellow tongue licked his bald head. The scene was funny, but that lick made the think tank tremble all over. Unimaginable pain exploded in his body, and in just an instant, the man who had experienced hundreds of injuries was stunned.

The fighting soldier fell to his knees in pain, trembling as if having epilepsy.

His brothers pulled him up, questioned him, and patted his shoulders. But there was nothing in the white of the remaining eye. It took several minutes before Rogris' pupils returned to his sockets.

When he regained his consciousness, the first thing he did was not to tell his brothers what was going on, but to knock away everyone who was close to him.

His face began to swell and become ugly, glowing with a different light as if it had been smeared with paint. His voice began to become decayed, but the will in it still existed. Everyone could hear him.

Roar: "The devil enters—!"

At the last moment when he fell, a blue light flashed in his eyes.

Think Tank couldn't finish the second half of his sentence, and he fell to the ground. After a third of a second, he expanded rapidly.

Black and purple flowers bloomed on his face and arms, and his body became a dazzling sunset. His power armor maintained its exquisite appearance just a moment ago, but now it has been dyed black by corpse ooze and has a stain

There are moldy hairs and splits along the seams.

The horror began to spread. A battle brother was the first to realize what was happening. He roared in the communication channel: "Enemy attack!" Then a sword fell, decapitating Rogris, and he died.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Rogris's body exploded, bone fragments splashed out, and along with sickly yellow blood and pus, an explosion of flesh and blood erupted in the center of the crowd. No one was spared. Whether it was the Ultramarines or the

Battle Sisters. As long as their exposed skin is stained with a little bit of this flesh and blood, it will immediately begin to rot and the skin will swell.

The plague was beginning to spread, no doubt - everyone was aware of it.

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Marius noticed something was wrong almost instantly, and a chill spread down his spine throughout his body. The power fist quickly accumulated strength, and the Chapter Leader exhaled a breath of turbid air and looked around. There was no change in the environment.

But that person was missing.

Steve Rogers, a Primarch - and a man he respected - is gone.

Right under his nose.

Fury quickly attacked his heart. Marius has never been known for his calmness. In fact, any warrior should be angry. It just depends on whether you can suppress this rage and use it reasonably in battle. Marius

Us obviously can.

He calmed down in less than a second, and he immediately opened the communication channel, but before he could say anything, the think tank's psychic communication reached him first.

+Something is wrong, Chapter Leader+

+What happened?+

+Devil!Devil!+

Logris's psychic communication had never been so shrill, like the howling of a strong wind, mixed with lightning and his own scream. A sense of ominousness immediately struck Marius's heart. He looked up, and his superhuman vision made him

He quickly captured the situation one hundred meters above.

People are exploding one after another.

Rodrigos, answer me, are you still there?!

No answer, no.

The psychic communication and connection of the think tank disappeared. Marius grinned, and his white teeth appeared in it. Hot air spit out from his mouth, and the chapter leader jumped up with unparalleled fury, and the momentum

He grabbed the wall with his fists and led him to climb up. In just a minute, he returned to the metal layer from the ground.

However, the situation in front of him was a terrible situation that he did not want to see at all.

A battle nun screamed and exploded in front of him, and her whole body turned into a dark cloud of flesh and blood. Marius's hair stood on end, and he instinctively sensed that something was wrong, and immediately avoided the flesh and blood that came towards him.

He looked around and found that both the nuns and his warriors were running and avoiding.

Some nuns wanted to help their companions, but cutting off their flesh-stained arms or heads could not stop their swelling, and continuous explosions could be heard.

Do you think this is the worst case scenario?

No.

Marius heard a giggling voice coming from the darkness. He turned his head and saw a blue shadow passing by in the wind, and a piece of colorful feathers falling to the ground. The Chapter Leader's eyelids twitched, and the color on his face

His muscles were deformed by uncontrollable anger, but before he could say anything, a large number of Slaanesh demons poured out from the exit opposite him.

"Emperor..."

Marius Calgar, Chapter Master of the Ultramarines Chapter, felt so helpless for the first time.