Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Guilliman jumped from the Thunderhawk gunship.

Generally speaking, the Astartes have better means of landing. However, that is just 'generally speaking'. The current situation does not allow them to let the Thunderhawk gunship find a place to land - the Lion's Gate Star Port. It fell again with the falling acid rain.

The situation on the ground is very bad, demons are still pouring out of the portal, and in those places that have been soaked by acid rain long before the light curtain appeared, the plague is spreading silently. There is also the green mist above the head, the empire The defenders were supported by heroic spirits, but it only made the situation slightly more favorable.

The strong wind howled by, but Guilliman didn't even blink. The place they were going to land was outside the palace, a place called the Plaza of Valor. This place was once used to receive those Astra Militarum who had made meritorious deeds in the war. They will receive medals here and receive some substantial rewards, such as power swords or armor specially assigned to them.

As for now...there are only ruins left here. Thick, as if a germ carpet with its own consciousness is spreading on the ruins. Hundreds of Khorne Bloodletters who have not yet died are being restrained by the carpet, and their bodies Densely small holes were drilled out, and the original body's unimaginable vision allowed him to accurately capture this scene.

He landed on the ground, stirring up a cloud of flying dust. He stepped on a big hole in the germ carpet. Those blasphemous creatures soon followed, trying to climb onto his power armor and then enter his body. Turning him into a hotbed. Guilliman didn't even look at them - he just moved forward, forward.

The hyphae that could even restrict the movement of the demon engine were easily broken by him in an instant. They curled up as if they had met some kind of nemesis, and the green color faded and turned into a kind of burned The color is like that of weeds. The gray-white color is extremely conspicuous and ridiculous.

After he landed, the Ultramarines also followed. Except for the 10th Company, which was responsible for investigating the ground situation, and the 6th Company, which supported Marius, the only remaining 5th Company, 7th Company, and 3rd Company of the Ultramarines Chapter were The Eighth and Ninth Companies are here. The fearless veterans are still on their way here, and Guilliman doesn't want to let them join the battlefield so soon.

At least not until he encounters something that really needs them to deal with. The energy of the fearless people is limited, and he doesn't want them to wake up and step onto the battlefield after sleeping in pain for so long just to kill some low-level bloodletters. magic.

The head of the think tank walked to his original body, blue psychic energy was shining in his eyes: "The communication channel is back to normal, original body. Maybe we should go to meet up with Chapter Commander Marius first, they are in bad condition ."

"Where are they?"

"They are renovating the open space in front of the palace's outer wall."

Guilliman glanced sideways at the thick carpet, and he snorted in disgust. He raised his feet and crushed those things. The low-level diseases tried to enter his respiratory tract through the air, but they didn't even The qualification to get close to his skin was completely destroyed.

"Ask the 8th and 9th companies to support them. After the correction is completed, let them start marching immediately."

Guilliman summoned the projected holographic map, and on the pale white light screen, the situation on the ground was clearly visible: "We set off from the Plaza of Valor, and they set off from near the outer wall of the palace. The Lionsgate Star Port must be recaptured, otherwise the A living saint may not even be able to send support once he reaches Terra's orbit."

"This is indeed a serious question." The director of the think tank nodded seriously and pointed at the light screen. "But, original body, we do not have the means to move quickly. The sixth company took away all the combat motorcycles."

"That's not a problem." Guilliman pulled out the power sword smoothly. His perception ability was much stronger than that of the Astartes, so he already knew clearly that something was approaching them. "Prepare to fight, an enemy is approaching. .”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a series of sounds of bolter loading and chainsword activation, mixed with the sounds of plasma preheating and multi-melta guns praying for the machine soul to calm down.

The ground began to tremble.

Guilliman narrowed his eyes. He didn't need to say anything. The Astartes immediately began to look for bunkers and stood beside Guilliman. They didn't need to worry about those potentially fatal diseases. The ruins of the wall allowed them to cover themselves well. Guilliman also looked for a wall, where he stayed with the director of the think tank.

The tremors on the ground became more and more intense, and Guilliman noticed keenly that the hyphae were all curled up. As if they had self-awareness, they curled themselves up as if they were worshiping or making a pilgrimage. This scene made Guilliman The corner of his eye twitched - for no other reason than it was just too disgusting.

Those bloodletting demons are still wailing.

Then, his superior eyesight allowed him to capture the entire picture of the approaching thing. A hatred that made Guilliman's whole body begin to tremble immediately began to spread, tumble, and rise in his heart. Finally, all these emotions turned into a A force that makes him stronger, a kind of nourishment.

It was a plague giant. A blasphemous half-mechanical, half-biological creation.

A great unclean person will be placed on an eight-legged mecha after death. Those rusty eight legs may not seem like a threat, but in fact they can cut through ceramic steel with one blow, which is 100% dangerous. And the great unclean person The left hand of the hunter was made into a demonic cannon, firing deadly plague-spreading cannons. Its appearance was as disgusting as its kind, or even more disgusting.

Because the lower body was removed and replaced with an eight-legged mecha, its entire belly was opened, revealing thick green maggots that intersect with each other like vines. These squirming things maintain the stability of its body. . Several newly exploded pustules have sprouted new ones. Its ugly face has only one huge one eye, and its rotten body can even see its ribs.

"attack."

Guilliman said gloomily as he jumped out from behind the broken wall. The bolter in his left hand fired continuously, shooting directly towards the monster's one eye. This sudden attack did not surprise the mindless monster. , it raised its right hand to block it in front of itself as if it was predicting the future, and the bomb made no sound after hitting its disgusting fat flesh.

However, Guilliman's attack is just a cover - the real threat lies behind.

Volleys of bolters from hundreds of Astartes followed, and the Daemon Engine stood there blankly, as if it had no consciousness of dodging at all.

Just when the deadly bolter screen was about to approach its face, the thick fungus blanket rolled up like waves in the ocean, and a thick layer of fungus blanket stood up out of thin air, blocking it in front of it. , blocked those deadly bombs.

Guilliman narrowed his eyes and issued a new order: "Plasma preparation!"

A low, dangerous buzz began to sound, and the Ultramarines, who were completely hidden in the ruins and could not see their shadows, fired plasma. The blue torrent shot straight away, vaporizing the germ blanket in an instant, but the book behind it

The plague giant that should have stayed where it was has disappeared.

How can it be?!

"It's a psychic spell!" the head of the think tank shouted in his ear. "This thing can teleport on the creep, original body!"

Psychic spells? It is just a modified corpse. How can it be able to use psionic spells?!

Just as the think tank's words fell, the plague cannon in the left hand of the plague giant who did not know when he appeared on the other side had begun to warm up, and the thick and rusty muzzle began to slowly light up. After a third of a second,

It launched.

Deadly fireworks exploded with a bang from near the muzzle, and what was regarded as the actual cannonball was actually just a mixture of rotting limbs and maggots. Despite this, Guilliman still

The internal communication channel of the battle group shouted loudly: "Dodge! Dodge!"

The shells fell, and a building that had not yet collapsed collapsed. As the smoke and dust flew away, the director of the think tank reported to him: "Three combat brothers were hit by that thing."

Guilliman accurately captured Diglis's words in the sound of collapse. At this time, he forced himself not to think about the three dead heirs, but forced himself to return his thoughts to something more critical.

It is impossible to use psychic powers without sanity.

Creep carpet.

defense.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Guilliman's mind, and his superhuman intelligence allowed him to understand the truth of the matter in just one minute: "Support soldiers carrying flamethrowers, I need you to burn the carpet under your feet! Others,

Fight freely, be sure to give the support soldiers time, we have to hold this son of a bitch down!"

"As for you!" Guilliman suddenly turned his head, looked at his think tank director, and said seriously: "Diglis, if it fires again, I need you to find some way to intercept the shells fired by that thing!"

"I understand, Primarch."

Guilliman threw away his so-called elegant words and wartime demeanor. Instead, he began to charge with unparalleled fury. The plague giant on the other side waved his left hand, and the plague cannon began to warm up again. Guilliman

But Man did not dodge or dodge. Every step he took was extremely firm, leaving thick deep pits in the germ carpet.

The hyphae were squirming, as if trying to stop him. But Guilliman's own existence was the most deadly poison to them. Wherever he went, the hyphae stopped involuntarily and turned gray.

After he left, he began to squirm slowly, as if he wanted to return to his previous appearance.

While running, Guilliman captured this scene. He immediately knew that his guess was correct - the so-called psychic spell was not used by the plague giant at all, but by this carpet of bacteria that seemed to have no self-awareness.

Used!

The distance of several hundred meters was just a sprint distance for the Astartes, and it was nothing to the original body. In just three seconds, Guilliman crossed these several hundred meters. Power Sword

He held it with both hands, and the decomposed position flashed on the sword, and the original body roared and chopped it down with a sword!

"Puff——"

The feedback felt less like cutting into flesh, but more like cutting into a tree stump. Rotten juice splashed out, and Guilliman pulled out the power sword that created a long and narrow gap in the plague giant's left hand. He twisted his wrist and the blade moved freely.

Turning around, he slashed again at the wound he had made, and the bone was clearly visible.

The strength of the Great Unclean One's body was simply astonishing. The feeling of slashing at its bones made Guilliman feel like he was slashing a Titan with a power sword. But now, the slow demon engine finally reacted, and it moved slowly.

He rotated his upper body so that his back was facing Guilliman, and then, the deadly eight legs suddenly lifted up.

Guilliman's hair suddenly stood up. He realized that he had made the mistake he had made before - he was not good at close combat, but in a moment of anger, he rushed forward to act as a attraction for his heirs.

Fortunately, a blast of plasma penetrated the eight legs that had just been raised, giving Guilliman a chance to dodge.

one second.

In just one second, Guilliman relied on his physical strength to duck to the side. Just when he was about to analyze the attack behavior pattern of this thing before moving forward, he caught a glimpse of something coming quickly out of the corner of his eye.

of black shadow.

"Stay out of the way, Guilliman."

A cold voice reached his ears, and such a disrespectful attitude made him couldn't help but smile.

For no other reason than the person who spoke was Frank.

His speed was even faster than Guilliman's, which spanned hundreds of meters in three seconds. Like a black light, he jumped up from the ground and onto the plague giant's body in the blink of an eye. The bottom of his boots

Driving out thick and sharp spikes, with a cruel smile, Frank stood on top of the plague giant's body.

Then, as if swinging a golf club, he raised the chainsword in his hand. The single-molecule teeth roared and whirled into the plague giant's rotting body, creating a huge gash in its neck.

.

The foul-smelling green pus kept splashing out, but it was frozen in mid-air by the cold air coming out of Frank's body. Even the plague giant's body was frozen into a whole piece of ice. At the same time,

, a blue psychic giant hand appeared from behind Frank, with a sinister smile on his face, he suddenly freed his left hand, clenched his fist and smashed it down!

In a moment, he pulled out his chain sword and smashed down with his giant psychic fist. The plague giant was smashed into pieces. But the ferocious smile on Frank's face had not disappeared. He lowered his head and looked at the carpet under his feet.

The plague giants that were flying everywhere disappeared among the withered ice fragments - and the teeth-trembling cold air began to spread.

In just a few seconds, this thick blanket was completely frozen into a huge ice boulder.

After doing all this, Frank's face still didn't look very relaxed. On the contrary, even the ferocious smile he showed during the battle had disappeared, and instead he looked as cold as cold and dead.

Guilliman laughed loudly as he walked into his new brother and gave Frank a warm hug: "It's so good to see you safe and sound! There's something wrong with the communication channel and we can't even contact you!"

Frank didn't speak, just nodded. At the same time, Diglis's excessive psychic talent allowed him to capture a fleeting thought in the new original body's mind.

"Fortunately you didn't contact me..."

Diglis swallowed, and he realized that this original body might have done a lot of things that would be unacceptable to the Gene Father.