Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

What is He Shenyan going to do?

The answer is simple - close those damn warp portals.

He is not a person who likes to procrastinate. The unique teleportation technology on the Vengeance will allow the Iron Serpent Chapter and the Crimson Blade warriors to go to the location they want. The air power has deep destruction. This mechanical dragon has

The ability to travel around the world in fifteen minutes and carry out ground strikes. Those demon armies of Khorne suffered a lot.

He doesn't need to worry about matters in the palace, so he can focus on the most important things at the moment.

Killing the demons in the material realm is equivalent to banishment. If you don't take into account the heroic warriors who died in the process, you can even say that the previous sentence is meaningless - they will be in the warp full of filth anyway.

Rebirth is nothing more than a matter of time. Therefore, no matter how many people are killed, it is just a useless effort.

He Shenyan hated to say this, but it was true.

He must solve the problem from the source.

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

Sometimes, people have to fully vent their fear and anger before they have the strength to do other things. The same goes for other emotions—such as joy, gratitude for surviving a disaster, and so on.

Litosis didn't like this kind of atmosphere spreading among the soldiers, but he had no solution. After all, he himself was the same.

After the injury was simply treated, he quickly returned to the front of the battle line. Of course, the medical sisters would not let him go so easily. Their heroic spirits would come over from time to time to check the condition of Litosis' abdomen and ask him for help.

It was a very gentle assurance that if there were any problems with the wound, he would be taken back to a safe place immediately.

Litosis had nothing to say to this - what else could he say? Against a group of heroic spirits of medical nuns?

The golden warrior stood opposite him, looking at the young officer of Lucifer's Black Guard with a very satisfied look: "Boy, have you ever tried to join the selection of the Astartes?"

"What?" Litosis was startled. "No, sir, no, why do you suddenly ask this?"

"Ha!" The heroic spirit smiled boldly and patted his shoulder. "How many times have I told you not to call me sir? We are comrades in arms!"

He looked around and looked at the wounded Astra Militarum soldiers: "...Comrade! Do you understand?"

"Just call me Galahad." The heroic spirit said with a smile.

"Okay, Galahad."

Litosis's heart was filled with pride. What an honor it was to be recognized by an Astartes and even be allowed to call him by his first name? He couldn't help but smile: "When I was a child, I did

I thought about joining the Imperial Fists...but failed in the preliminary stage. My physical fitness was not up to standard."

The heroic spirit who called himself Galahad rolled his eyes: "Huh, Imperial Fist..."

He grinned dissatisfied, and Litosis was sure that he saw two very sharp teeth: "Oh, forget it, those rocks have always been like this, so old-fashioned."

Galahad seemed to know them very well, and actually smiled again as he spoke: "I still remember that after completing the mission with them, I invited them to drink... You know those rocks and

Did I say something?"

Litosis looked at him blankly.

The heroic spirit laughed again: "They told me, 'Drinking is the source of weak willpower, and we invite you to practice calligraphy with us.' Can you believe it? What a bunch of rocks! We are the winners!"

"There's no reason not to drink after a victory, don't you think?"

Litosis didn't know how to answer for a moment. On the one hand, he knew that Galahad was right. The monks of the Imperial Fists were indeed very rigid, but on the other hand, he respected them very much and instinctively

I don't really like to make fun of them.

Galahad didn't care so much. He laughed to himself for a while, and then walked to the other side of the position. At this time, they only occupied the end of the Martyr's Bridge, and the momentum of the counter-push was temporarily stopped.

It's because they don't have enough manpower. Even if they can push back to the bridge under the leadership of Galahad, they can't hold their position against the demons' offensive.

Secondly, there are too many demon corpses on the ground. This actually gives the Martyrs Bridge an invisible geographical advantage. They will slip when they step on the corpses and find it difficult to maintain their balance. There is no reason for the demons to

They didn't know how. After coming and going, they simply set up defenses at the end of the bridge.

The golden heroic spirit squinted and looked at the dark nest across the bridge with the power sword on his waist, muttering some words that Litosis couldn't hear clearly: "I hate fighting this kind of defensive battle.

.....I can only wait where I am, which is simply torture!”

His complaints did not last long, and soon, roars of filial piety were heard in the hive. Galahad's complexion changed immediately, and he immediately changed from the previous bohemian to a serious warrior. The power sword was drawn out, and golden light shone on it.

Shining.

He began to command in an orderly manner: "Prepare for combat and carry out fire suppression. It will take a while for them to come over. This distance is enough for us to make these bastards suffer a little!"

The soldiers immediately approached the simple defense built with metal plates, and Litosis leaned half of his body on it. He was checking the magazine of the m35 light gun. This baby was good at everything, but it was easy to lose battery supply sometimes.

He wasn't sure whether this was because of the overload last time...

Litosis couldn't help but shudder when he thought of taking this thing back to the maintenance man for inspection after the war. He was sure that he would be punished, but he didn't know how many people would be punished like him.

"Get ready!" Galahad's roar still echoed in their ears. "They will be here soon!"

Litosis leaned the M35 on his right shoulder, which had already developed a thick layer of calluses. It was extremely comfortable to lean on it, and he had already adapted to the gun. The black-armored guard adjusted the magnification of the sight.

, and then adjusted the shooting mode to semi-automatic. He had different views on fire suppression - he preferred precise shooting that could take a life with one shot.

As long as you hit it accurately, it will be very effective.

They waited—waited. They didn’t know how long, minutes, or ten minutes passed, but the attacks from the demons never came. Even Galahad began to wonder if his perception was wrong. This recklessness

The heroic spirit simply dug out of the fortifications and walked forward stepping on the demon corpses on the ground.

"Wait, my lord!"

Seeing this, Litosis immediately became anxious and called the adults back. However, Galahad just raised his hand, shook it, said: "Hold your position!" and continued to move forward.

He didn't stop until he reached the end of the Martyr's Bridge. Opposite was the Hive City. The corpses of demons were everywhere, some of them had been dead for a long time, and some of them had just died. For example, the one in front of him. Judging from the appearance

, it should be a Blood Reaper - no, half a head.

Its upper body and lower body were separated, but it was not cut open by a sword blade or interrupted by a bomb, but torn apart by some force. One side was under his feet, while the other side floated abruptly and strangely.

in the air.

That look made Galahad, a battle-hardened hero, feel horrified. The lines on his face hardened, and then he pulled out his bolter, using a sword and a pistol in one hand and began to move forward.

"Honestly, I don't recommend that you go any further, Galahad."

A voice came from behind him, and the heroic spirit immediately held his breath - he actually didn't need such an action, but the psychological tension made him do it anyway. It had nothing to do with anything else, he just felt a sense of threat.

.

The feeling was just like the time when he faced the beast with bare hands as a child...

Galahad did not turn his head. He only saw a man in black robes walking gracefully from behind him, and then he snapped his fingers. The Blood Reaper corpse that had been floating in the air fell down.

The moment she saw his face, Galahad immediately put away his weapon and lowered his head: "So it's you."

"Of course it's me. I work hard, Galahad. Rest is a luxury..." He smiled lightly. "Fortunately, I have other ways to relax."

He Shenyan lowered his head, and the ground of the Compassionate Bridge began to shake. At first, Galahad remained vigilant. He even wanted to draw his weapon again, but it didn't take long for him to realize that it was the man in front of him.

You are doing something.

The corpses of the demons floated up and gathered in the air to his left. Their bones began to twist and their flesh turned over. The scene was completely heart-wrenching. Perhaps even the followers of Slaanesh could not imagine such a scene. Galahad also felt that

He felt nauseated for a while, but when the finished product finally appeared in front of him, the heroic spirit couldn't help but laugh.

"Isn't it funny?"

He Shenyan asked with a smile. Then Galahad nodded repeatedly: "You are really a genius!"

"...Although I am indeed, it still makes me a little troubled that you praise me on this kind of thing." The mage's smile became a little weird, and he waved towards the corpse balls of the demons, and then

Shi Shiran flew into the hive city, leaving only one sentence behind.

"Go back and continue to do your thing, Galahad, but you don't need to be stationed here. The portal in this hive will be closed by me soon."

Behind him, Galahad looked at the devil ball and couldn't help but smile more and more happily - he couldn't help it at all, for God's sake, this lord is really good at ridicule! He

You can actually think of arranging the corpse of the Khorne demon with a skull and a middle finger!

The heroic spirit's laughter floated far away, and when he thought of He Shenyan's last words, 'The portal will be closed soon,' he laughed even more happily. He could guess that with his canine teeth.

The devil ball is meant to be thrown there.