Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

…how many punches did I hit it?

Sicarius asked himself this in the gap between fists. He couldn't remember clearly. The superhuman brains of the Astartes had become stagnant under the paralysis of the plague. The same was true for the operation of their muscles.

.Three minutes ago, he was able to dodge its attacks while retaliating, and even take the time to maintain balance.

As for now, Sicarius no longer expects to be able to defend himself - he just wants to punch this damn devil a few more times before he dies.

At least... at least until the nuns can evacuate all the wounded.

He thought so, but completely ignored his injuries.

His entire right arm had been completely corroded by the acidic pus, and the bones were visible. The tendons hung on the pale bones, and the skin was burned clean by the disgusting pus. At the same time, the Nurgle Demon

Dozens of plagues spread throughout his body were constantly eroding his once strong body from the inside.

"Ahem——!" Sicarius coughed, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out, even mixed with fragments of internal organs.

The demon looked at him with joy, or to be precise, at the mouthful of blood he spurted out. It jumped up and down as if possessed.

The expression on that ugly face was as if he had seen some peerless treasure. Among the Nurgle demons, it should not be one that likes to talk, otherwise it would not have been able to say a complete sentence until now: "What a great hotbed!

"

It jumped up very happily, and swung its wooden staff in the air with agility that was completely inconsistent with its fat body. The green mist representing the disease spread from the tip of its crude weapon. Sicarius glared

His eyes widened, urging his body to react.

Avoid, avoid! Damn it!

He let out a hoarse roar from his throat and tilted his body with all his strength. The Nurgle demon let out a dissatisfied growl, as if despising his evasive behavior. It rubbed its bumpy face and mixed some maggots with it.

Mucus dropped it on the ground and spoke in a muffled voice.

"You are not kind," it said. "You hit me, but I didn't hide. But I hit you, but you kept hiding."

Damn idiot.

Sicarius fell to the ground, gasping weakly. He didn't even have the strength to taunt, so he could only curse silently in his heart. He glanced behind him with his peripheral vision, and there was no one there anymore. This made

He felt a little at ease.

The Nurgle demon paused his wooden staff on the ground angrily, and then swung it again, about to end Sicarius' life. However, a Nurgle spirit that came from nowhere flew in front of it.

The little demon spoke a corrupt language in a small voice, causing the Nurgle demon to stop moving.

It put down its wooden stick depressedly: "What? Alas! Well, since it's Father Rain."

The ugly thing turned around, twisted its fat and maggot-infested butt and left. Dozens of Nurglings descended from the sky. They tied Sicarius with withering branches and carried him away.

Going out. The sights he saw along the way made Sicarius feel even more depressed.

Countless people have become 'hotbeds' in their mouths, including guards, civilians, and medical sisters. Anyone - anyone who has ever lived.

This is the case on the road from the inside to the outside of the museum hall. The once gorgeous and majestic corridors are filled with corpses, and many are even hanging on the ceiling. The green viscous liquid is shining on it, covering the sacred statues.

mural.

Sicarius turned his head and saw a man who was not yet dead leaning on the side of the road looking at him desperately. His only eye that was not wrapped by mycelium was full of bloodshot eyes, and the fear and pain could almost be exhaled.

But Sicarius could do nothing - he could not help him.

He can't even help himself.

The smelly Nurglings carried him, panting, and carried him all the way to the museum hall and stood up. Under the long steps stood a huge figure. It was extremely fat and had a

He had a face like a dream demon. He held many Nurglings in his arms and was stroking them constantly.

It had three mouths, a belly, a left arm and the place where a mouth should have been - the thing grinned at Sicarius, writhing maggots falling from its mouth as it spoke. Its blasphemous

There is even a different kind of humor in his words.

"Hello, Ultramarine. I am Rainfather Rotigus. The second favorite of Nurgle, I am very happy to meet you." It chuckled, looking really happy.

Sicarius' stomach juices were churning and rising into his throat. However, the second company commander did not vomit in the end. He stared at the demon who called himself Rain Father. If he guessed correctly, this should be

A highly unclean person.

Demons live up to their name - they really aren't very clean.

"Your eyes are a bit rude and not very polite."

It stamped its feet a little angrily, and a Nurgling cried loudly in its arms. Then it put on a smile again, and more maggots fell out. Some fell to the ground, and some simply stayed there.

It fell on him and crawled around.

"I won't be angry. Well, there's no point in being angry. Who wants to live like those red guys all day long? You think so?"

It waved its hand humorously, and then started talking about philosophy to Sicarius: "What do you think is the difference between lies and truth, Ultramarine?"

Sicarius answered it in his coldest voice, with deep hatred: "You are not worthy to talk to me."

Rodrigues was not angry. He shrugged and responded with a burst of fat: "A lie is a part of the truth, but the truth is different. The truth is the truth, without any falsehood. Even if it is cruel and terrifying...

....I read this from one of your books. To be honest, it’s not bad. It would be nice if he himself wasn’t so afraid of me.”

"Since you don't want to talk, I won't force you. Look at the sky, Ultramarine."

It smiled and said: "Just in time, I have brought you the truth you need - a cruel truth that can allow you civilians blinded by ignorance to understand the true face of the world."

Sicarius was turned over by the Nurgling and placed on the ground. It was just enough for him to see the sky. There was a glass dome above the museum hall. At this time, through the transparent dome, Sicarius saw a scene that made him

It was a chilling scene all over the body - thick green dark clouds rolled endlessly, and terrible acid rain fell from the sky.

He could even guess what would happen. This was not the first time he had dealt with the Nurgle Demon.

Rodrigues said leisurely and contentedly: "My loving father is very kind. Even if you don't love her, she is willing to bring you gifts, life, and death. The Lord of rebirth, the end of all suffering...

"

The demon grinned again and laughed, maggots spewed out of its mouth: "What do you think? Ultramarines, huh? Let me tell you, this is wonderful enough!"

Cato Sicarius clenched his fists. He wanted to say something. But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say anything. His consciousness was becoming more and more vague. As time went by, The burning pain in his body was becoming more and more serious. Sicarius had an illusion - he felt that he was rotting.

The demon who called himself Rain Father looked down at him, and uttered a deep groan that only a researcher can have: "Well... the plague that that unskilled guy sowed for you is really bad, but this is It doesn’t matter. We have no shortage of hotbeds now.”

It pointed at the dark clouds with great pride and said: "Rain Father Rotigus will soon reshape your body and will on behalf of your loving father!"

"I am opposed to it."

A loud voice interrupted it, making Yu's father frown in annoyance. "Who is so rude?"

The sound of clanking heavy footsteps came from behind Rotigs, and a warrior covered in golden lightning walked out of the illusion. He was very tall, and his old-fashioned power armor was covered with medals. That was also the source of the sound. He didn't The helmeted, staring face burned with undisguised hatred.

Two dots of golden light shot out from his eyes, causing Rottigs to scream in pain as he looked directly at him.

The warrior did not miss this opportunity. He pulled out a power sword from his waist and appeared in front of Rotigs almost instantly. The undecorated power sword cut through a fatal arc, deeply The ground cut into the fat around Rottigs's waist.

The blade of the power sword suddenly burned with golden flames, and the foul-smelling grease crackled as it burned.

The fat and ugly monsters waved their hands randomly, and the Nurglings screamed and flew around them, trying to attack the warrior with their claws, but they were completely unable to get close to him. They would be completely burned to ashes if they came even slightly closer.

Father Yu screamed in pain, no longer as calm as before: "What are you-?! What are you?! No, why can't I see it?!"

"I am the end of you, and the end of your master. Father Rain, right? Ha, let's see if killing you will make the rain stop. You damn bastard, smelly biochemical garbage .A stone is worth more than you, at least they won’t pollute the environment.”

The warrior said mockingly. Then he took a step back and pulled out the power sword. He turned the blade, and the blade rotated in a perfect arc. Gu Terra's swordsmanship was revealed again today. The blade rotated gracefully, and the flower of sharpness bloomed, With his ultimate martial arts skills, Rotíguez's right arm was easily cut off by him.

...Am I dreaming?

Sicarius looked blankly at everything that happened in front of him. His vision had begun to become blurry and colorful. Therefore, he could not clearly distinguish whether this was his despair. Fantasy, or something that really happened.

The heroic spirit is resurrected, why would I have such a dream?

"This is not a dream."

The warrior raised his hand, holding the sword in one hand, and knocked the Great Unclean One away with a fierce shoulder collision. Its fat body rolled down the long steps, leaving behind disgusting yellow pus.

He turned around, his flaming golden eyes full of fighting spirit. He looked at Sicarius, stretched out his hand and pointed far away: "Stand up - the battle is not over yet."

Sicarius' remaining hearing allowed him to hear the words 'stand up'. He wanted to refuse and give reasons. However, in the next second, the golden flames burning from the surface of his body solved all problems.

.

The holy fire burned away the disease in his body, and even reshaped his lost leg. Seeing this, the warrior laughed heroically, and took out a long fighting weapon from his waist.

The short knife was thrown over: "Go on!"

Sicarius stood up like lightning and caught the dagger accurately. The feeling of weakness disappeared completely, leaving only complete health and strength. He even felt that he had been reborn - and this was probably not an illusion.

.

He did die once and was reborn once.

"Not bad." The soldier looked at him appreciatively, nodded, and then turned around.

He looked at the fat demon who was moaning in pain at the bottom of the steps, mocked and shouted loudly: "Are you no longer able to use your dirty evil magic? Ha! You despicable creature, lie there and continue to moan and continue to do it.

Do your little thing! Death will come soon! Pray to your master more before you die! Tell her that she will be killed by us sooner or later!"

Sicarius came to him. The soldier was much taller than him. The second company commander had to raise his head to look at him. For a while, he almost lost the ability to speak. Sicarius asked like an idiot: "

You...who are you?"

The soldier lowered his head and looked at him, his attitude became much gentler. He solemnly whispered: "Dead man, child."

He pointed his power sword at the top of his head. Sicarius looked up and saw golden light spanning the entire sky, forming a mighty collection that firmly blocked the deadly acid rain. At this moment, he heard

The voice of the warrior.

"The dead... pay tribute to you." He said. "You did a good job, but your manpower will eventually be exhausted. Now, we are here."

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Guilliman was rarely so emotional.

He raised his hand and put it down again. He closed and unclenched his fingers, as if he wanted to say something. But in the end he couldn't say a word. The Thunderhawk gunship kept flying in the sky at a low speed, and golden light shone on everyone.

On one's face.

‘Diglis’ asked softly: “Isn’t it beautiful?”

"Yes." Guilliman raised his head and replied. "I rarely see such beautiful scenery. Unfortunately, I am not a poet. I can't express my feelings in long and gorgeous sentences."

"That's not necessary."

'Diglis' smiled and blinked. Then, his head tilted and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, the magnetic boots held him firmly in place. When he raised his head again, he was the same kid again.

Liman was familiar with the director of the think tank. The blue psychic energy flashed in his eyes.

Diglis groaned and rubbed his temples, and he said slowly: "The original body... the Lord said that they will reach the orbit of Terra in one and a half hours."