Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

After the deadly acid rain in the sky was blocked by the light curtain, the situation on the entire battlefield suddenly reversed.

Acid rain does not distinguish between friend and foe. The Khorne demon army gathered on the ground and in buildings suffered great losses, and the Slaanesh demons in the hive were even more miserable. Although the Empire also suffered heavy losses, their morale

They are not depressed. Moreover, they have support.

The golden light kept flashing on the land of Terra, and the long-dead people stepped out of their memories. With their unparalleled loyalty, they crossed the door of death. They ignored the diseases or spells of the demons and ignored them.

His sword and sharp claws can even ignore the fire of the demon engine.

This scene that went against common sense caused many people to shout that the Emperor had appeared - in fact, they had started shouting this as early as the moment these heroic spirits appeared.

Antarctica, under the thick ice.

Inquisition Headquarters.

This place has not been attacked by demons, and the reason is very intriguing. Perhaps when they are held accountable afterwards, the judges can say that because they are under the ice, the demons cannot find it here. The truth of the matter is not the case.

Slight footsteps sounded from the wide corridor, and Batman could actually make no sound at all. He could turn into a shadow and sneak around, but he didn't want to. Sometimes, making your enemies completely unaware of you takes all the fun out of it.

They could hear, but only faintly, and see the shadow of my cloak flickering around every corner. Fear would breed in their hearts, and fear would breed doubt, and doubt would

It will eat up their minds bit by bit.

At that point, Batman will be able to achieve his goal very easily.

He was hunting - different from the patrol methods he remembered the Batman used to do. After what the clone named Crane Samples had experienced, he had abandoned some of the old rules. Don't kill.

is one of them. After all, Crane understands that some people cannot be killed without killing them.

As for the boundaries of the law...he doesn't care about those things anymore.

The new task Guilliman gave him was simple: to find out whether the whole thing about the potion and the experimental product was done by a branch within the Inquisition, or whether they were jointly done. Crane preferred the former. There were many Inquisitions.

The branches are wandering among the stars, and they may not return to the headquarters until they die.

As for the alliance, this is even more of a fantasy. There are already many problems within the Tribunal due to too many branches. Judging from the current situation, it is unlikely that they will unite... Having said that,

, Crane still needs to get the evidence.

Everything must be based on evidence, and relying solely on speculation cannot fully make things public.

Thinking of this, the corner of his mouth raised silently - It seems that I still haven't gotten rid of the shadow of Bruce Wayne, the world's best detective... Humph.

The hunt continued, and he maintained a leisurely pace. The prey in front was three hundred meters away from him, and he kept this distance. His spiritual power helped his eyes to see the heart of the prey through the wall.

Crane silently assessed the speed of his heartbeat, calculating whether he should give him some explosive material to stimulate him.

His hunting stopped after three minutes. The inquisitor fell to the ground because of too much fear. Crane sighed, and his whole body turned into a shadow and sneaked over from the ceiling. The speed was extremely fast, and in the next second

He crossed three hundred meters and stood behind him.

Looking at the trembling inquisitor, Crane's originally stretched out hand suddenly stopped - if he hadn't stopped, this hand would have grabbed his neck and lifted the inquisitor from the ground. Then, he

Will use psychic powers to check the memories in his mind.

However, he stopped.

A pain like a needle prick made Crane squint his eyes. His open hand clenched into a fist, and a black shadow emerged on it, and then spewed out fiercely, turning into a human being in the air.

The gnawing black fire snake.

Crane stared closely at the spitting flames, and time slowed down according to his wishes at this moment - when the fire snake was less than twenty centimeters away from the inquisitor's brain, he suddenly made an extreme move.

He turned his head quickly.

Three hundred and sixty degrees.

His neck rotated into a twist-like shape, his bones creaked, and his blood vessels began to rupture little by little because they could not bear such distortion, and so did his skin. Despite this, there was a peaceful smile on his face. 8

There are two teeth, neither more nor less, and the corners of the mouth are raised, and ten percent goodwill shines on them.

He said: "Hello."

Crane also showed a smile. The fire snake disappeared, and he punched out with a method that Batman would never use. Two-thirds of the Inquisitor's head was lifted, leaving only a small piece of the jaw still there.

On his neck, the tongue wriggled strangely, curled up, and lowered itself. Breathing sounds came out of his throat.

Then, he started talking again.

"I noticed some of your little moves here, and I have to say that I like your way and ability to spread fear. This new friend, although we have never met before -"

The thing that existed in this body started to giggle: "——But I like you very much."

Crane's response was simple. He retracted his arm expressionlessly and clenched his fist again. One punch, two punches, three punches. Until there was only a substance similar to sticky ketchup left on the ground and ceiling.

He summoned black psychic flames. Unlike any known flame properties, the flames formed by his psychic powers were 'cold'.

It just still burns.

After doing all this, he did not leave. Crane stood there, closing his eyes and sensing everything around him. At this moment, he finally discovered something was wrong.

In this Inquisition headquarters located under the ice cap of Antarctica... they have eight floors, each floor has nine huge rooms, and nine corridors connect these rooms. When there are too many coincidences, there are no more coincidences.

It was a coincidence, but the result of careful design. When Crane opened his eyes, he did not regret his carelessness, but suddenly punched the ground.

The holy number of Tzeentch is nine, but here there are only eight floors.

Huge power extended along the ground, and the thick alloy ground could not withstand the power of a original body. Crane easily smashed it, and he floated down from the gap like a shadow.

It's bright lights and a laboratory-like place.

"I still found it for you."

A voice sounded in the vast laboratory, and a demon stood opposite Crane. It bowed politely, and even made an eagle salute to him. There were many sparkles on the long staff held in its right hand.

Decorated with colorful feathers, its head is hidden under the hood, and its body is also hidden under the cloak.

But the slender beak protruding from the hood has revealed its identity, or perhaps this creature never thought of hiding itself.

It said with regret: "I have placed so many spells to confuse and mislead, as well as those people who have been deliberately instilled with false memories by me. But you still found this place, why don't psychic spells work on you?

"

Crane relaxed all over and started walking around the laboratory as if taking a walk. He did not answer the devil's questions, but just observed the experimental equipment thoughtfully.

A huge instrument was placed in the center of the room. It was five meters high and had several pipes connected to it. At the bottom was a huge magic circle, which was exuding the smell of blasphemous and dirty spells. Some were 'used'

The dead bodies were piled up in a corner of the room. Under the bright light, the fear on their faces was clearly visible.

And around this instrument, there are many huge iron coffins shining with black metallic luster. Some are closed, with transparent pipes connecting them to the instrument. Some are open, and there are no pipes connected. Worth it

One thing to mention is that the open iron coffin was filled with sharp and thin blades and spikes, and there were still dark red blood stains.

Crane looked away, looked at the devil, and asked calmly: "Do you have any last words?"

"Last words? You can't kill me." The demon opened its slender beak, revealing the blue slender tongue inside, and laughed unpleasantly. "We failed, but we only need to wait another hundred years to come back.

.do you understand?"

"You won't get that chance," Crane said.

He smiled. Batman doesn't smile at his enemies. Bruce Wayne only smiles at beautiful women. But Crane Samples is different.

He smiled because he was furious.

----------------------------------------

Marius gasped, gasping hard and loudly. His three lungs were protesting at him at the same time, but the Chapter Master could not control that much.

They held out for an hour on the underbelly of the damned Hive Generator, and by the Emperor's blessing, they killed many demons in that hour. A warrior calling himself Sebrus caught his attention, according to the Sisters of Battle.

, he was saved by Steve. But Marius saw more. He noticed the opponent's Seiko power armor.

An hour later, they received reinforcements. The 6th Company, who made good use of battle bikes, rode their treasures through the hive wall and crashed into the pile of Slaanesh demons. They were obviously prepared, and each of them

They were all well-dressed, and their bodies even shone with the blue spiritual energy left behind by the think tank's spells.

The threat of the disease was greatly reduced, and the surviving nuns and ultramarines were quickly moved out with them. The 6th Company had never let Marius down in terms of rapid transfer and mobility, and they had prepared part of the arrangements in advance.

Explosives were placed on the wall outside the power plant. After receiving the wounded, they blew open the wall and left without stopping.

As for Marius... he did not choose to leave. Together with the warrior who called himself Sebrus, he continued to fight against the Slaanesh demons in the gap opened by the explosives.

The narrow gap is not suitable for Marius's power punch. If he wants to carry out wide-open and close punches, the demons must be released. Otherwise, his attacks will cause more serious damage to the wall. And plug

Bruce didn't have so many worries. He held the power sword and made precise cuts like a butcher.

The output of the decomposition stance is very stable. It separates the flesh and bones of the demons from each other, as easy and comfortable as unbuttoning a button. Marius squinted his eyes. This combat style reminded him of something... But now

This is not the time to talk about these things.

He raised his right hand and fired a bolt from the bolt gun hanging underneath, accurately hitting a Slaanesh demon who wanted to attack Sebulus from behind. Marius was not wearing a helmet and had no auxiliary aiming. This kind of accuracy

It was something he spent a long time in exchange for.

"Thank you." Sebrus said, and at the same time, he turned around and killed an ugly demon again with his sword. The sword cut its body, and at the same time, he spun his steps, and the blade spun with him, starting a dance of death.

Their killing continued for a long time, and they did not stop until the soldiers of the Sixth Company came back to pick them up again. The Astartes riding a combat motorcycle got off the car and used special melta explosives to directly blow up the hive city.

They rode away quickly on their motorcycles. They returned all the way from the third hive to the outer wall of the palace, where the Imperial Fists and Ultramarines were repairing.

Everyone had visible fatigue on their faces, but everyone was in high spirits. This sight puzzled Marius. He took off his helmet, looked up at the sky, and was immediately stunned.

It was not the dull sky he imagined. A golden curtain floated over the entire sky. At this moment, Marius suddenly realized that the reason why it was bright now was not because the artificial light source made the sky bright again.

But they are back again.

"Chapter Master."

A voice interrupted his thoughts. Marius looked back and found that it was Cato Sicarius. He should have had a broken leg at this time, and he was still holding a combat dagger in his hand.

The ancient shape puzzled Marius - where did he get this thing?

"If my memory is correct, Sicarius." The chapter leader shook his head, trying to make his wet forehead feel better without raising his hand. "You should have broken a leg."

"Indeed." Sicarius nodded. "I don't know how to explain it to you... Anyway, something happened."

Noticing that he was looking at the combat dagger in his hand, Sicarius laughed. He rarely smiled, which is why he only smiled for a moment before Marius immediately stopped him feeling uncomfortable.

"If you want to explain, explain it now. If you don't want to, just wait until after the war and write a report to me... Also, don't laugh, Sicarius. I would rather not wear armor and see you laugh than watch you laugh.

A fight with a hellbeast."

"...There is no need to be so mean, Chapter Commander." Sicarius said helplessly. "The explanation is actually very simple, but it depends on whether you can accept it - to make a long story short, those past

Heroic spirits, they are back."

"...Go on."