Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"go ahead."

The last troops of the 4016th Regiment of the Terran Guards approached the Lionsgate Star Port. They had been fighting a tug-of-war with the Khorne demon army that kept emerging here for nearly five hours. Most of them were dead, and even more Some even succumbed to the influence of Chaos and became mindless zombies, longing for death and begging for relief.

What's even worse is that due to the creep, even if they want to send out tanks, they can't get those big guys on the road.

"For the Emperor," Commander Fernand murmured hoarsely. "For Holy Terra."

His breathing was very rapid, and his lungs kept exhaling the smell of blood between breaths.

The other regiments fell on the way to the charge. They failed, and his regiment was in pieces. Charging against the demons with a physical body was almost suicide, but they had two Taranis Knight mechas coming to support them. This turned this suicidal behavior into a relatively stupid decision.

However, 'relatively stupid' is actually an embellished term.

Before Fernand became the commander, the regiment commander had vehemently refuted his idea. But he died, and now they were torn to pieces, with the entire regiment dead and only a handful of 1,300 people left. They did not Heavy firepower, no mechanical troops, in fact, they now have nothing but loyalty.

Moreover, he knew that the pilots of the Knight Mecha were actually at the end of their rope—their breathing in the communication channel sounded like a broken bellows. It was probably extremely hot in the cockpit, and Fernand had seen a few people in the cockpit. The pilots who had been dragged out of the war mecha after staying in it for too long had their skin and flesh roasted by the high temperature.

But, it doesn't matter.

The golden light curtain above his head gave him endless confidence. He knew that everyone in the 4016th regiment of the Terran Guards also knew that the Emperor was watching them. They would be loyal until death, and victory would definitely stand on their side. side.

"keep going!"

Fernand was dodging the gunfire of the Demon Engine under the Knight Mecha. He shouted hoarsely, almost unable to distinguish what he was saying. Severe pain came from his ears.

His lips and teeth were dry, and a liquid that looked more like blood than saliva spread in his mouth. Fernand raised the M35 standard light gun, and the red barrel was held in his hand, but he felt no pain at all. , still maintaining the standard shooting posture and pulling the trigger: "Forward! Forward! Recapture Lionsgate Star Port, for the Emperor! For the Empire! For Holy Terra!"

His roar was ended two minutes later by a Blood Skull Cannon, which was a special projectile fired by a Khorne Daemon Engine called the Doomblaster. This thing looked like a tank in appearance. , but much more blasphemous than tanks - they are covered in skulls and blood and don't need a driver.

They are powered by the blood and souls of innocents.

Fernand fell to the ground in a daze. His cherished M35 slipped to the ground. The overheated barrel hissed on the ground, causing a burst of white smoke. His lower body was blown away. His spine was white. When he was exposed, the blood soon became a red carpet under him.

In the last moments of his life, Fernand was not thinking about his own life. Instead, he was searching for the name of his successor in his memory - Wiseman Ball, yes, that's the name. Captain, I'm dead Later he will take over as commander...Victory!

victory!

Fernand's eyes were wide open. He glanced helplessly at the golden sky, and then he died with his eyes open. His last thought was one word.

"Commander Fernand!" A call came from inside his helmet, and the caller who received no response sighed after three minutes.

He climbed over half of the wall and hid behind it. The bloodletting demons couldn't resist the salvos of laser guns, so they didn't need to be face-to-face with these things yet, but they needed to be extremely careful with the fire from those demon engines.

Death upon arrival is not an exaggerated adjective, but a fact that happens every moment.

The successor was not Wiseman Bol - Wiseman Bol was by Fernand's side at the time. Unlike him, Wiseman died on the spot. So the title of commander fell to

Aristotle's hand. He was still a young man with black hair and eyes, and a square face, but now it was full of black gray.

"Damn it." He muttered a curse, and then immediately prayed to the Emperor. "Emperor protect me."

The route they chose was the First Avenue of the Lions Gate Star Port, which was connected to many famous buildings in the past, so the road was very straight - in other words, there was no place that could be used as a shelter at all.

To charge without relying on mechanized troops in such a place would be tantamount to death.

Aristotle knew this, but Commander Fernand had given the order and they had accepted it, and there was no way back. Retreating was not an acceptable option, not even on his radar.

He opened the communication channel.

"This is Captain Aristotle. Commander Fernand and Captain Wiseman were both killed in action. I am now taking over as commander."

He pulled off the sleeve of the military uniform on his right hand and looked at the watch issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs. It was supposed to show his current coordinates. But for some reason, the screen of the thing flashed. He planned to check the coordinates and let the whole group gather towards him.

The idea was abandoned. Aristotle gritted his teeth and planned to take another more risky method.

At this moment, a violent sound broke through the air. The sound did not sound like a cannonball about to fall on their heads, but rather like a gunboat flying at low altitude.

Aristotle looked up and saw that the boy's eyes were shrinking.

Words could not describe his shock at this moment, and his literary attainments did not allow him to say some adjectives. Therefore, this vulgar young officer could only keep repeating three words: "Fuck...fuck

Damn it!"

His face flushed red, as if he saw the hope of victory and was extremely excited.

"The Emperor and his throne!" Someone yelled on the communication channel. "What is that?!"

The battlefield was silent as if someone had pressed the pause button for an instant, and even the demonic army of Khorne stopped moving - it was not that they were unwilling to continue, but that they could not.

Countless red beams of light falling from the sky tightly imprisoned them all. No matter how they resisted, swords, cannonballs and even primitive punches and kicks could not break free from the shackles of this beam of light.

Aboard the Deep Destruction.

The captain commanded his soldiers seriously: "Pay attention to the speed of the magic circle! The Lord specifically ordered not to let it run too fast. We must kill all the demons near the palace in one go!"

The cockpit of this giant dragon was very complicated, and the captain could only find a place to stay in it - he was not a pilot, and he should have stayed in the belly of the Deep Destruction, where people like him were preparing to land on the ground battlefield.

A place where people should stay.

But he really couldn't let go of his group of bastards who couldn't help but come up with an excuse to "pour out firepower" whenever they saw a demon. He had no choice but to stand here in a relatively awkward posture.

A soldier who closed his eyes and was still in the spiritual link suddenly reported: "The initial combat objective has been completed. Sir, do you want to start combat immediately?"

"Has the magic cannon been preheated?"

"The warm-up was completed ten minutes ago, sir."

The captain's tense face suddenly relaxed, and he took a deep, deep breath. As a Cadian, he couldn't believe that he was lucky enough to be above Holy Terra at this time. Looking at

The planet looked devastated, and the captain's mood became very strange.

He showed a smile that was both sad and happy, and then gave the order: "Fire."

"As you command, sir."

The next second, destruction only targeted the demons.

The red beam began to transform from only confining their bodies to a more terrifying high-temperature energy beam, which could even directly annihilate their blasphemous etheric flesh and blood, purifying all the skin, flesh and bones. Whenever dealing with the flesh,

, high temperature is always the most effective method.

Under this beam, the demons are 'equal', whether they are low-level bloodletters, elite vampires, demon engines, steel bulls, or even a few big ones behind the demon army who have not yet had time to step out of the portal.

The demon city was directly purified.

The only difference between them may be that the big devil lasts longer, that's all, nothing else.

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Guilliman and Frank also saw the Destruction of the Deep.

They didn't know what it was, but they could easily guess it. After all, the huge mechanical dragon had a very conspicuous Imperial Sky Eagle pattern on its belly. Guilliman waved his fist in excitement, and the Ultramarines

Most of them are like this. They can all know something about it from the reaction of the original body.

Only Frank frowned in boredom, and his reaction was seen by Guilliman. The genetic father of the Ultramarines asked curiously: "You don't seem to be happy about this, Frank.

Isn’t it a good thing that support is coming?”

"Yes, it is a good thing. Of course it is a good thing, how can I deny it?"

Frank nodded to him perfunctorily, then turned and walked away. Guilliman caught up with his eccentric brother in two or three steps, spread his hands and asked: "Where are you going?"

"Go kill a few more demons before he takes away all my fun... Why are you looking at me like that? What's the problem with this?" Frank said rather unhappily.

What made him even more unhappy was that he actually saw some pity in Guilliman's eyes: "Your fun is really...unique. Listen, Frank."

Guilliman said very seriously: "I have seen many people who have been deprived of everything by the war, and I don't want you to be one of them. They are all... too broken, do you understand?"

"I have long been a broken man, Your Highness the Regent."

Frank gave a sneer, then turned and left.