Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Steve was surrounded by a suffocating stench. The stench was just one of Nurgle's tactics, an illusion to make the air filthy, a deception... The real threat was still hiding deep in the darkness.

They use their bulging and twisted arms to carefully cook the virus.

Having said that, Steve had to guard against it.

Flames rose from his body, preventing those deadly plagues and viruses from entering his body. But they still existed. Steve had an inexplicable illusion that they would always exist.

From the past to the future, it remains unchanged.

So, what about me? How long can I hold on?

Steve Rogers didn't have an answer. His muscles ached, and he could hear the scraping of his own bones as he moved or swung his sword at the mindless walkers. It reminded him of the time he'd been killed by those in the alleys of Brooklyn.

When the gangsters beat him up, sometimes they just wanted to cause trouble for him, and sometimes, it was him who brought it on himself.

He was the one who stood up for the weak, even though he was still weak at that time. But he still did it. Some people fight because they have to fight. For Steve, fighting is just a means.

A means that is neither necessary nor desirable - it is about his beliefs.

A stupid belief. To put it simply, Steve is the kind of person who believes that 'good people will be rewarded'. Under this, he actually knows how ugly the world is. But he is still willing to believe it. Naive

And stupid.

What about other than that?

Steve Rogers never gives up.

This is not a metaphor, but an adjective. He never gives up.

Some huge green flies flew out from the depths of darkness, and they were burned clean by the golden flames in mid-air. Their corpses released green smoke as they burned, and one of them was full of pustules.

, arms with wrinkled skin and moldy hair penetrated the smoke and stretched out.

The nails were yellow, extremely long and twisted, and covered with green pus. A huge fat figure came out of the darkness. It had green skin, and underneath the layers of fat there were many screams of joy.

The little Nurgling had a big opening in its chest and abdomen, and green pus and yellow soup were constantly flowing out of it.

He picked up a handful with one hand and put it into his mouth. The ugly thing mumbled out vague words: "The cursed person has a new son...? No, you are not."

While it was tasting the venom, it looked at the weak Steve carefully: "Aha, a new creation..."

An innocent smile slowly appeared on the face of Nurgle's demon, pure and innocent. That expression formed a huge contrast with its appearance: "It turned out that what those blue birds said is true, you are true! But

It's a pity that you are much weaker than that villain. In this case, the effect of the hotbed you cultivated will be compromised..."

Steve Rogers swore to God and anyone he knew. He had never encountered a being as disgusting as the creature in front of him so far. He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from letting himself go.

After spitting it out, the brief nausea passed and was replaced by hatred.

Human beings are born to hate ugly things.

"Is this what you really look like? I've heard some rumors about your appearance - it turns out that the rumors are all true." Steve said calmly, while letting go of the flaming sword and letting it fall freely to the ground.

.Pierced a yellow maggot crawling quietly on the ground, and then roasted it into dregs.

The demon looked at him with great pity.

No, that's not right.

It wasn't looking at him, but at the dead maggot under his feet. It wiped its eyes, and white tears that looked like tissue fluid gushed out from it. The demon sobbed and cried, and said in a whimpering voice:

"How could you kill it? It just wanted to share its father's love with you!"

"I don't want that so-called fatherly love in your mouth."

Steve pulled out his sword and took a breath of air filled with flames. Staring at the demon closely, he forced himself not to notice how disgusting it was, but concentrated on analyzing its weaknesses. However,

, the harvest is not much.

In his impression, things with such a size are usually very difficult to deal with - considering the layers of fat on this thing, Steve doubted whether the flaming sword could pierce its heart.

It seems that only flame can start to work.

"That doesn't matter, little man. The loving Father loves everyone. It doesn't matter whether you love Him or not."

On the other side, the devil was very proud.

It puffed up its chest with a very wide movement. This movement caused a small Nurgling to jump out of its fat layer and fall into the large opening in its chest and abdomen. It comfortably began to swim in the pus.

Come: "Love is love! Little man, you are the creature of a cursed person. You don't understand it yet, but one of your brothers already understands it!"

It suddenly started muttering in a low voice again, but unfortunately, even a muttering was much louder than the roar of the bravest man.

Steve heard: "He actually doesn't understand much... He is still being punished in his loving father's house. The little blue man burned his loving father's garden. He is angry, so

, now we are here to turn your place into a new garden!"

New garden...?

Steve suddenly had an ominous premonition and asked sharply: "Garden? What garden?"

The demon looked at him in confusion, as if it was even more confused than he was. It even raised its hand and scratched the top of its head with moldy hair: "Uh, is the villain a little too stupid? A garden is a garden! There are very many things there.

There are so many cute little guys, of course, there are also plagues and viruses, in short, there is everything there, it is a loving father’s garden.”

"I'm asking you..." Steve had a gloomy face and made a start gesture, with the flaming sword covering half of his face. "New garden. What does that mean?"

"This planet, little man."

The devil's voice suddenly became wiser, and its eyes were no longer innocent and stupid.

This thing smiled strangely and took out a long stick full of internal organs from its abdomen, then leaned on the ground, and a burst of green smoke poured out of its mouth: "It's too late for you to understand now, this clean...

The disgusting world will soon become a loving father’s new garden!”

damn it.

Steve watched the thing rush towards him at an extremely fast speed. His brain was thinking about how to take this move. At the same time, he was still thinking - how should I notify them?

In fact, he doesn't need to notify.

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Guilliman's fingers were trembling, and he had to take three deep breaths to calm himself down. The oriole on Macragge's Glory was warning frantically that a navigator had just been beheaded, and he saw something he shouldn't have seen.

Things. These things prevented him from even retaining his soul, and he died very completely. His body was taken away by the servitors and will be completely destroyed soon.

Varro Tigris, the think tank director of the Ultramarines, was standing next to Guilliman. He also had a bald head, and blue psychic energy overflowed from his eyes. It was obvious that this think tank director was carrying out a spiritual project.

After about two minutes, the blue light dissipated. Diglis closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

"Did it work? Did they hear it?"

Guilliman knew the outcome, but still asked hopefully.

Diglis shook his head: "Excuse my incompetence, sir, I cannot communicate over such a long distance."

"No, it's not your problem...it's because I was so sick that I went to the doctor."

The director of the think tank looked at Guilliman, not knowing what to do.

Ten minutes ago, he was not here. Originally, he was ready to join the ground battle. But the alarm sounded again on Macragge's Glory, followed by a broadcast, from Guilliman himself.

He specified that Tigris should come to the Astropath bridge to report to him.

When he arrived, a heavy cloud immediately hit the think tank director's heart.

In that terrible foresight, he saw a short future. A navigator was about to be infected with a deadly plague and spread to everyone on the ship. Even the original body was not exempt from such a disaster. As a last resort, he used psychic spells

Annihilating the navigator's soul, he then beheaded him with a sword.

The navigator had no way of knowing what he saw, but he didn't need to know. Gain Macragge's auspicious omen and remote sensing mapping had already explained everything. This is where Guilliman's gaffe came from.

——A huge mist-like green cloud is creeping towards Terra in the impossible vacuum.

Everyone present knew what it was.

damn it!

Guilliman clenched his fists with a sullen face and cursed in his heart. But he did not do anything else. His anger came from many aspects. For example, the communication with the Ministry of Military Affairs was inexplicably cut off, and he could no longer command in real time.

The army. For example, it lost contact with Marius and others, and it is also like the current situation.

Cannons and cyclone torpedoes can destroy planets in a salvo, and the firepower of Macragge's Flare is unquestionable. But how are they going to disperse a cloud of fog? The shells will only pass through the clouds, but they can't actually damage it or disperse it.

.What's more, this is the power of Nurgle. It does not belong to any natural phenomenon. Ordinary clouds may be dispersed by the wind...

But how do you dispel the power of an evil god? In man's deepest dark nightmare, artillery only adds laughter.

After a moment of pondering, Guilliman quickly issued an order: "Send out a transport plane, let the people from the Ministry of Military Affairs prepare, and mobilize soldiers... In addition, let the people from the Astral Court measure this cloud at all costs.

Its size and the enemy it is about to go to, I want to know these within half an hour."

Diglis used his spiritual power to quickly issue orders to the soldiers on standby in the hangar. In just a few minutes, the three transport planes roared away and quickly approached Terra's orbit.

He looked at his original body and found that his expression was as calm as ever, but his clenched fists were trembling.