Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Angron didn't understand what happened, and He Shenyan had no intention of explaining it to him. But the center of the circle above their heads began to hum continuously. After a while, it said in that mechanical voice

: "It has been accelerated, and the estimated arrival time at Terra has been shortened to three hours."

"three hours?!"

Angron was shocked, but before he could ask any questions, there was a violent vibration under his feet.

The vibration was so violent that one of the original subjects almost fell down. As a last resort, he stretched out his hand to hold on to the wall. The vibration disappeared after two minutes. At the same time, a dazzling golden light lit up outside the porthole.

He Shenyan sat down slowly. He wrapped the Revenge with his mental tentacles to maintain its stability, so he could see more clearly than Angron. His vision floated over the entire Revenge. In his eyes,

This is a spectacle.

A miracle, a miracle created by hundreds of millions of mortals.

The explosive acceleration provided by the simultaneous shattering of billions of souls formed a golden band of light in the universe in the material realm, and Revenge left a trace in the universe like a trailing comet.

Gold overflows in the dark universe, and the scattered golden fragments are as fascinating as some kind of frozen tears. They float freely in the vacuum, they may stay in place, they may drift around. They may exist

It may take a long time, or it may disappear in the next second.

Just like the lives of ordinary people.

They died one after another, willingly shattering their souls one after another, and the golden light gradually began to boil.

Finally, after a short but long five minutes, the golden light turned into blazing white, exactly the same color as the star torch when it boiled - the mage gently stretched out his hand, and in Angron's sight, he was just rising from the air.

I made a fortune. And in the subspace, the Revenge has been connected to the Star Torch.

The center of the array buzzed with notifications, and the voice even became stuttering: "The estimated arrival time has been changed to two hours."

"Two hours, Angron, this is the limit of what we can do." He Shenyan said with a half-smile, his expression was very strange, between calm and a smile, but with some sadness.

"Two hours to reach Terra?"

"Yes."

"how did you do it?"

"It's not me..." He Shenyan lay back on his chair, his tone soft and slow. "This is not my fault, Angron."

The Lord of Red Sand frowned: "Let's not mention these things for now. Do you know what Terra's current situation is?"

“What is the antonym of beautiful?”

"Damn it, can't you just talk properly? Just say 'Oops'!"

"It's not just bad."

Ignoring Angron's request, He Shenyan's fingers began to tap rhythmically on the table again. A continuous crisp sound echoed in the main control room. After a while, Angron got a message that asked him

Uneasy news.

"Actually," he heard the mage say, "Terra is on the verge of destruction."

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Lying on the hospital bed, Cato Sicarius felt uneasy for no reason. He rarely felt like this.

However, Astartes generally believe in their intuition, and they attach great importance to 'feeling'. Therefore, he immediately reached out and wanted to press the button beside the bed to call the medical nuns to come over and ask if something happened.

However, before he could press the button, the medical nun responsible for taking care of him arrived. She had short flaxen shoulder-length hair, and her agate green eyes held an emotion that Sicarius was very familiar with.

fear.

The Second Company Commander, with only half of his body left, frowned and asked in a deep voice: "What happened, nun?"

"There is no time to explain too much, sir."

With trembling hands, the medical nun took out a clean gas mask from her waist and put it on Sicarius's face. After doing this, she ran to the side anxiously, took out three injections from the medical bag on her waist, and then started

Manipulate those complex medical instruments.

"Sister? What happened? Explain to me—"

Sicarius pulled off the gas mask and swallowed the second half of his sentence before he finished speaking. An abnormal tremor on the ground forced him to hold on to the sheets. The nun immediately pulled them down on the side of his bed.

A rocker locks the movement function. This special hospital bed was originally designed to carry the Astartes.

She picked up a blue injection and injected it into Sicarius' body without saying a word: "This is a powerful anesthetic, sir. It can make you ignore the pain for a short time."

Then a red one: "Stimulants, my lord."

"And this!" She bit open the safety tube of the third white injection with her mouth, spit it on the ground, and then plunged it into Sicarius's forearm. "This is nutrient solution, sir, you must get out of here."

Her whole body was shaking, and her eyes were filled with tears. She once thought that her faith in the Emperor was unparalleled, but when those monsters really appeared in front of her, her spirit was still extremely affected.

The shock of comparison. At that moment, the nun understood.

That has nothing to do with whether the faith is strong or not...

Just looking directly at them is a difficult challenge for mortals, a fear projection that directly strikes the soul. They are synonymous with blasphemy and depravity, and are the embodiment of all evil in the real world. Just looking at them will make you feel...

The deep malice almost made the nun faint.

Sicarius looked down at the gash in his abdomen, which was covered by a bandage, and the itching at the wound was still there. If he exerted force, the wound might open again. While the nun was unplugging the medical instruments and inserting them in

As the tubes were on him, he asked: "Tell me, nun, what's going on out there?"

A scream came, as if the sound had triggered something, bringing with it a wave of screams. The roars, prayers and screams of people dying resounded endlessly, echoing in the museum hall.

In contrast, there was the never-ending low laughter and the sound of some kind of insects and flies flapping their wings.

The nun's face suddenly turned pale.

Cato Sicarius gently sat up and then left the bed. These two simple actions were very difficult for him now. He stood on one leg, and his good sense of balance made him

He can remain stable without the use of his other leg.

He no longer needed to explain, he already understood - completely, completely. What other explanation was needed? When he heard those voices, he understood. For the Astartes

Said, this sound is all too familiar.

"Damn..." he said gloomily. "Where are the patrol guards? How did they break through the defense line and get inside the palace?"

Sicarius asked as he stretched out two fingers, lifted up the white cloth and peeked out.

The situation outside was worse than he thought. A Nurgle demon rushed in, spreading disease on an injured Astra Militarum soldier. The poor man's body was rapidly swelling and turning green. He was in pain.

Sleep has become a breeding ground for diseases.

But the soldier next to him could only watch all this with open eyes. He was restrained on the bed with a fixed belt and had no weapons at hand. Therefore, he could only watch helplessly as his companion became a source of blasphemy, constantly blaspheming.

There was a muffled groan in my throat, but I couldn't do anything.

Sicarius clenched his fists - they were deep in the museum hall, which should have been impregnable. This was the interior of the palace!

Not to mention the Imperial Fist monks on the city wall, the self-propelled artillery and defense facilities inside the palace can make anyone's attempt to attack a foolish attempt. There are also patrolling guards. As guards of the palace, these stars

The equipment of the Imperial Guard soldiers has always been the best. They even have deadly weapons like melta guns.

...But what if it’s from the inside?

Cato Sicarius narrowed his eyes. The nun came to his side and said in a very soft voice: "My lord, the guards are outside fighting another wave of demons that come from nowhere. They seem to appear suddenly.

It seemed like it was coming, and it started to wreak havoc in the palace for no reason. Your Majesty, the Emperor..."

The nun's voice was trembling: "This should be the most sacred place!"

Sicarius unexpectedly lowered his head and glanced at her. The fear in the medical nuns' voices was quickly turning into anger. This also reminded him of something - the medical nuns were not as helpless as people imagined.

A powerful doctor.

Sure enough, the next second, the demon's movements were interrupted by the unique sound of the laser gun.

A dozen nuns armed with imperial-style m35 laser guns fired continuously, aiming at the demon's eyes with precise short bursts. It had to raise its hands to block it. Other parts of its body might be able to withstand the laser beam, but its eyes

No. Not to mention a salvo. When dealing with unarmored targets, the firepower of the laser gun cannot be underestimated.

The opportunity has come.

Sicarius's eyes flashed. He would never let go of such an opportunity. The demon was seventy meters away from him. He had no weapons, lost a leg, and was even injured. But he still had a way to kill it.

——At the very least, you have to create an opportunity to kill it.

Without any time to explain, Sicarius grasped the iron railing at the end of the bed with one hand. He lifted the three-hundred-pound special hospital bed with just one hand. At the moment when he was about to lose his fragile balance, the bed was stuck.

Thor Sicarius roared.

"attack!"

The iron bed was thrown violently by him with unparalleled momentum. Such a heavy thing was not something that the Nurgle Demon could ignore at will, not to mention that this was a long-planned attack that appeared in the blind spot of its vision. It could block the laser

The laser beam fired by the gun. But it cannot ignore the existing laws of physics in the physical realm.

Gravity + speed equals destructive power - the heavy iron bed roared and flew it very far, leaving a long track on the ground of the museum hall, and yellow pus hissed on the ground.

There was a loud noise. A dozen Nurglings emerged from its body and chattered around its head. The scene was very funny, as long as you could ignore what they were.

It tried to stand up, but Sicarius aimed at its head. The ugly monster was obviously still in a daze. It shook its head from side to side, and the Nurglings wormed their way out of the mucus-filled holes in its face.

It went in and out, making a disgusting little sound.

The medical nuns who rose up to resist did not miss this opportunity. They were well-trained and immediately adjusted the gear of the laser gun, switching from semi-automatic to full-automatic. No longer worrying about battery consumption, the M35 light gun fired at full capacity and roared out a beam full of hatred.

.

At the same time, Sicarius' roar sounded again: "Hit it in the eyes!"

He was lying on the ground, and the wound on his abdomen had just fallen and opened again. But Sicarius was still giving the correct command: "Suppress it! Eyes! Don't let it stand up, and don't let it get close to the wounded, damn it

, Sister, do you have any heavy firepower?"

"We are just doctors, sir."

The medical nuns in charge of him ran over, and their unique hospital knight armor provided some extra strength, so the nuns reluctantly gave Sicarius some help and made him get up. The nun said bitterly: "We didn't rehabilitate him.

Firepower.”

At this moment, the huge rosary around her neck caught Sicarius's attention. As far as he knew, the nuns' rosaries were all made of Edman alloy (not the same thing as Marvel's, but it was also very

Hard, even used to make the internal structure of Terminator armor), thinking of this, Sicarius narrowed his eyes.

He said in a deep voice: "Give me the rosary around your neck, nun, and then go and join your companions. I will delay time for you, and be sure to evacuate all the wounded quickly."

The nun took off the rosary in confusion. Each one was the size of a child's fist and was heavy in her hand. But it was still too light for Sicarius.

He waved the nuns to leave here quickly, and then bit off the tough cloth soaked in holy oil with his teeth. He wrapped the cloth around the surface of his right fist, and the hard rosary was stuck between his knuckles.

In this way, two extremely simple finger tigers were made.

Sicarius stood on one leg and took a deep breath.

This was the first time he had made such a bad decision in battle - with a broken leg, no armor, and the only weapon he made was a rosary finger tiger made by himself, but he had to face a Nurgle demon. Even if he relied on luck to solve it

Without it, I'm afraid I will die, not to mention that Nurgle's demons often move in groups...

But so what?

Cato Sicarius began to jump. The scene was extremely funny.

He jumped up and down in the museum hall with a history of ten thousand years. He jumped over the restored cultural relics placed in the glass cabinets on both sides of the aisle and the carvings on the walls. Step by step, bit by bit, under the guidance of the nuns, the sick

Under the gaze of the people and the portraits of the great men and emperors in ancient Terra's thousands of years of history on the ceiling, they approached the Nurgle Demon who finally stood up.

The stench poured into his nose, and he began to feel uncomfortable. The gas mask the nun gave him had long been forgotten. The demon looked at him in confusion, as if looking at a fool. Its swollen and green face squirmed,

Several pustules burst. It wanted to say something, but Sicarius gave it no chance.

With only one leg left, Astartes began to punch, and with the first punch, the wounds on his chest and abdomen were torn. A warm current surged from his abdomen, and the numbness turned into pain.

With the second punch, the demon finally came back to his senses. It waved the wooden stick in its hand angrily, and Sicarius blocked the powerful and heavy blow with one hand. Compared with the fearful one who is extremely adaptable to close combat,

As for demon-slaying armies, Nurgle's demons are generally not very good at close combat. Their real lethality lies in the damn plague.

This also gave Sicarius an opportunity to take advantage of.

He continued to punch, punch after punch on the face of the slow and obese demon. Disgusting pus and tissue fluid covered his hands, and blood began to ooze from the corners of Sicarius's mouth. His breathing

It started to smell rotten.

Fighting the Nurgle Demon up close without protection - this is what I deserve. Sicarius thought between punches, and then punched hard again.

His good luck ended here. Thanks to the epidemic, severe pain began to appear in his body. This also made the force of the punch much weaker. The Nurgle demon furiously swung the wood with mycelium and huge mushrooms again.

The staff knocked him away. In mid-air, Sicarius conservatively estimated that he had at least four broken ribs.

He coughed up a mouthful of black blood, which splashed on his neck, and the skin began to turn abnormally pale. Sicarius didn't even look at it. He climbed up with difficulty.

He took on the unarmed combat stance.

"Come on," said Sicarius. "Come on, you damn beast! Come and fight me!"

A golden light flashed in his pupils.

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Thor Garadon stared blankly at the sky above his head. They evacuated the hive after receiving support. It was not that he did not want to stay and fight side by side with the Ultramarines, but the casualties were too serious, and he had to save those who had suffered.

The lives of wounded battle brothers.

They borrowed a troop carrier and stopped halfway because of collapsed buildings. They had to clear away the debris blocking the road before setting off on the road.

However, standing in the open space, the thick green clouds billowing above his head made Garadon's hair stand on end.

Damn...what is this?!

‘Pan Rock’ immediately began to warn in the communication channel: “Everyone is approaching me——! Damn it, no, no, find a bunker!”

A sharp feeling came from his back and he began to tremble uncontrollably. The human physiological reaction surpassed everything - Thor Garadon felt as if he was standing naked in front of a launched cyclone torpedo.

of.

The Astartes quickly found a bunker, and the personnel carrier was driven into the ruins. Not long after, a drop of green acid rain fell on the ground, landing at Galadon's feet.

The ground was corroded - and then, from the corroded pit, a bouquet of green flowers bloomed. Mycelium crawled all around, extending to the feet of Galaton.

Looking at all this, he suddenly realized what a disaster was about to happen.