Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

To close the subspace portal, first of all, you must understand its principle.

Generally speaking, opening a portal to the warp in the physical realm is a very dangerous and unwise act. However, considering that the only people who would do such a thing are the cultists, that is, the madmen, this becomes

Not surprising. The portals appearing across Terra were essentially the same as those they had opened.

They are all tearing a small hole in the stable world structure of the material realm, but their methods of tearing it open are different. It is this subtle difference that has created today's difficult situation.

Standing in front of the portal, He Shenyan's expression was a little gloomy. The huge demon ball was still floating behind him, slowly dripping blood, and making constant creaking sounds. That was part of the demon skeleton inside.

Distorted sounds.

He thought and his expression became calm.

The demons summoned by ordinary portals are limited, and it is impossible to summon so many demonic armies of Khorne. In the final analysis, it is because the cultists did not sacrifice enough sacrifices...the number of sacrifices was not enough.

If there are too many, the time to maintain the subspace portal will not be enough, so the number of demons passing through cannot be very large.

This is because maintaining the stability of the subspace portal requires a lot of negative human emotions as energy drive, but these portals in front of him... the sacrifices are just some humans who have been injected with the medicine, how is it possible?

Can it last so long?

unless......

The mage turned his head slightly and looked at an open space not far from the portal. The coldness in his eyes was undisguised. The open space he was looking at suddenly collapsed. Cheap building materials scattered in the air.

It was crushed by the magic power into useless powder, and not long after, even the powder was completely annihilated.

The dirty things inside were completely exposed, and He Shenyan's fingers began to tremble slightly.

damn it......

After the clearing collapsed, a layer of bone plates underneath was exposed - a plane made of pure human bones, which looked like a metal plate. But in fact, it was just the human bones that were sealed. It occupied a huge area, and the bones

They all maintained their complete appearance. His mental power scanned the huge bone plate without any reservation and obtained a detailed data.

Thirteen thousand seven hundred and twenty-one people. Many of them have relatively small bones. They are not mutants, but they have not had time to develop.

Those are children.

Thirteen thousand seven hundred and twenty-one people, all of whom had blasphemous magic circles carved on their bones to imprison their souls and subject them to painful torture all the time.

Taking a deep breath, the mage temporarily allowed himself to let go of his thoughts that had become cluttered with anger and regained his composure.

Not enough. Thirteen thousand seven hundred and twenty people were not enough to support this portal for so long - he started to look up and down, and then simply wrapped the hive with his mental tentacles. The information he received made him

His expression turned completely calm, and many layers of the ground in the entire hive city were shattered into pieces in an instant.

What a great effort, this can be completely explained. The entire hive was turned into a sacrificial circle. In this evil ritual that lasted for who knows how many years, the souls of these innocent victims were lost forever.

Not to mention suffering from pain all the time, the survivors also subtly became more impulsive and irritable, and the killings began to increase...

Feed back.

The mage clenched his fists and then closed his eyes. The victims were freed from their bodies with only bones left, and the tentacles of spiritual power raged in the already dilapidated hive, destroying its remaining stability.

It should have collapsed, but someone didn't allow it, so it's still standing there.

Death is a kind of relief. At this time, he understood this sentence especially.

When he looked at the portal again, He Shenyan's expression had changed. It was a rage that could not be described in words, almost comparable to what the Skrulls had that time. He stretched out his hand, and the violent magic was destroyed in an instant.

This portal had already become fragile due to the loss of energy supply. The moment before it completely disappeared, the mage threw the demon ball behind him into it.

He attached a trigger bomb to it - as long as a creature like a demon comes into contact with that thing, it will explode completely. The corpses of tens of thousands of vampires will turn into psychic bombs with the function of automatically seeking enemies, automatically

Find those damn demons and blast them.

For them, the fatal psychic flames will be completely released in the explosion. If they get a little bit of it, they will die in incomparable pain. Even their souls will not be left.

Is this enough?

No, not enough at all...

His figure disappeared in a burst of lake. There were thousands of nests in Terra. He was not sure whether every one had such a portal. But one thing is certain - today, there are many demons

will die.

They must die.

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"The reason is that I think your view is unrealistic and crazy! It's simply nonsense!"

A quarrel is breaking out within the Imperial Fists. Maximus Thrawn, the current Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists, is having a quarrel with his Third Captain Thor Garadon. The above passage is

Galaton said it to Maximus in a rage, without any reservation.

Strangely, the Imperial Fist monks around them seemed to have become accustomed to it. In fact, this was indeed the case. As a senior member of the Chapter, Thor Garadon's reputation was no lower than that of the Chapter Master.

The two of them respect each other very much, but they can always quarrel when it comes to trivial matters.

"Garadon, we must do this! The palace cannot be lost. It's impossible for you not to understand this truth. Don't you know what is being suppressed under the palace?"

"But that doesn't mean we have to give up the lives of civilians!" Garadon argued to his Chapter Master.

"It is not advisable to enter with all members, the war is not over yet! Yes, Chapter Leader, we do have support. And this support is extremely powerful, and can even completely destroy the demons in Lions Gate Star Port in a few minutes, but

, who can guarantee that they will not continue to appear? If they kill these civilians who were originally under our protection, then the murderers will be ourselves!"

His voice became louder and louder, and finally it was almost a roar: "We swore an oath! We will protect innocent lives! You know this!"

"Damn it, Galaton!" Maximus smashed the bottom of a statue next to him with his fist in anger. He also began to shout loudly: "Yes, but we also swore that we

It’s the Shield of Terra, the guardian here! What does the Royal Palace mean to Terra—wait, what’s that sound?”

Their quarrel was interrupted by an indescribable low humming sound. The Imperial Fists monks immediately looked around with vigilance, their hands already on their bolt guns. The plasma also began to warm up, but

, what appeared after the buzzing ended was not the demon they expected, but two warriors.

A very tall man, even much taller than a veteran wearing Terminator armor. His armor was pure black, with only an Imperial Skyhawk as a decoration on his chest. Behind him was a scarlet cloak. One

An Astartes wearing iron-gray armor stood beside him.

"who are you?"

The tall warrior did not answer Galaton's question, but snorted angrily: "Huh...Fist of the Empire."

Hearing this, Maximus frowned. As a chapter leader, he was more diplomatically diplomatic than Thor Garadon, the third captain of the company. After all, he was in Terra and had no choice but to deal with those officials.

.So, he has not become angry so far, but walked forward and politely performed the aquila salute.

"May I ask what battle group you belong to?"

Neither of them answered. The tall warrior walked in without even looking at Maximus. Such arrogant behavior naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of many people. Galaton even blocked the warrior in advance.

On the only way. Then, the iron-gray warrior made a move that no one expected.

He took off his helmet and apologized with a complicated expression: "I apologize to you on his behalf. My...brother has a very weird personality. Please forgive me. He was once captured by the Dark Eldar and was subjected to

It took some torture.”

For some reason, Maximus found it very difficult to pronounce the word 'brother'.

"That's right, we are here to support." He explained. "We are here to support under the order of the living saint. We need to enter the palace, brothers of the Imperial Fist."

"Just the two of you?" Maximus asked in disbelief. "Two people, support? Is this a joke? Or are you just the vanguard?"

"Givadoron, there's no need to say more." The tall warrior said coldly from the front. "The mission has been completed, so why bother talking to them too much?"

Galaton took a deep breath. He almost cursed this arrogant idiot, but a look from Maximus calmed him down. 'Rock' moved his body and took steps.

He made way for the two of them to enter the palace, and the soldier in iron-gray armor kept giving them apologetic looks.

"You just let them in like that?" Galaton looked at their backs and asked with great confusion and displeasure.

Maximus shook his head meaningfully without saying much. The Imperial Fist monk who had been involved in politics for many years said calmly: "Pay attention to his height, Galadon."

"Have you ever seen anyone taller than a veteran wearing Terminator armor? And that kind of aura...think about it, Garadon."