Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Angron was fighting Ku'gas with an almost enjoyable attitude, and he even had the leisure to guide the movements of the Great Unclean One.

"Watch your steps, Fatty! Why are you so stupid? Didn't I just tell you to watch your steps five minutes ago? You must move forward immediately when swinging your sword!"

"You forgot again! Flip your wrist! Flip your wrist! This will make the blade cause more damage! Alas, you are so stupid! Orcs have higher IQs than you!"

"Your tongue has grown back again? Don't use it to attack even if it grows back! Idiot, that's it, now it's broken again!"

…Maybe we shouldn’t call this coaching.

Compared with his relaxed and happy life, Ku'gas was much more uncomfortable. The last time in his long and dirty life (for the Nurgle demons, this was a compliment), Ku'gas, the father of the plague, felt like crying.

Or is it because it failed to sow the plague of a loving father on time and share her love with everyone.

As for this time, the reason was completely different. The Great Unclean One even felt that this black can was bullying him - how could he do this? This clean bastard!

"You can't say that to Kugas! Kugas has dignity! Kugas is not as stupid as you think!"

It said in a garbled voice, followed by Angron's more contemptuous words.

"Really? But I don't think a normal person would use the third person to refer to himself. Fatty, you seem to be stupid and abnormal."

Kugas roared angrily, moved forward while swinging the sword, and then flipped his wrist to let the blade cause more damage. This time, it did it impeccably.

Angron's eyes lit up and he took a step forward excitedly. He did not dodge or dodge, but managed to escape the deadly plague sword by a hair's breadth, and then slashed the ax into Kugas' abdomen again, and lightning flashed in his eyes.

The wanton destruction in its intestines caused the Great Unclean One's face to twist into a ball, and pain wreaked havoc in its abdomen.

"Didn't you do a great job! Come again! I'll teach you a few more moves! Ha, this is really exciting. I actually made a Nurgle Demon learn sword skills!"

He was talking excitedly, and then he saw Kugas, with a face full of tears, dropped the Plague Sword in his hand and ran away, even running out of the door between the thrones - Angron didn't react at the first moment.

In the end what happened.

ah?

Um?

It ran away?!

The Lord of Red Sand let out an angry roar: "Come back! You shameless green-skinned fat boy! Run? Let me see where you can run!"

Angron raised the ax in his hand and chased after him.

"No! No! Kugas won't fight you! You are a pervert!"

Givadorun, who had been ordered by his primarch not to disturb his fight, stood by the door and looked at what had just happened in a strange way. He watched with his own eyes as his primarch forced a Great Unclean One to almost cry in five minutes.

came out.

My Majesty the Emperor, this is somewhat...

Givadoron swallowed and swallowed the second half of his words together. The primarch went to hunt down the Great Unclean One, which was good. Without the commander, Nurgle's demonic army was now

When you are weak, you have an opportunity to take advantage.

After making his judgment, Givadoron quickly entered a wartime state. There was no longer any expression on his face, replaced by a kind of pure cold rationality. He pulled out his bolt gun, and the space between the thrones was extremely huge.

, the emperor is in the inner room. But the place they are in is the outer room, and the Imperial Guards are doing their best to block the demons here.

Givadoron began his stealth, and the veteran circled the field little by little. He stepped over the corpses of the Custodes and demons lying together. The ratio of their casualties was one to a thousand, Givadoron took

Respect, looking at the fallen Imperial Guards. The exaggerated casualty ratio still made him feel a little unworthy.

Demons can regenerate, and a Custodian...

He came quietly behind the Nurgle Demons, and the Nurglings flying above their heads did not notice him. Givadoron pulled out the bolt gun from his waist and changed its firing mode to semi-automatic——

He's going to do a roll call.

The sound of bolter gunfire seemed inconspicuous among the howling sounds.

A plague carrier was originally crowded among the demons, pouring pus from its belly. But its head suddenly exploded in the next second. No demons cared about this, they didn't even notice.

Continuing to move forward noisily and noisily, among the crowded demon group, the body of the carrier quickly disappeared.

Very good, the initial attempt was successful.

Givadoron turned the muzzle of his gun and changed the magazine of the bolter at the same time. His new magazine had a clear lightning mark, and the magazine was as thick as a mortal forearm and was completely blue. This was the automatic weapon on the Revenge.

After trying the masterpiece produced by the production line on the training range, Givadoron was willing to call it a masterpiece.

He couldn't help but smile. Just thinking about the damage this treasure in the magazine would cause made his heart surge.

Press down with your finger, and the trigger will start to slowly depress under pressure until it reaches a certain critical point - bang.

The recoil that was five times stronger than before was perfectly controlled by Givadoron. As the muzzle was raised, cold air emitted from near the muzzle. Givadoron did not dare to delay and immediately changed the magazine.

, he did not forget the instructions of the center of the magic circle. The current strength of the bolt gun was not enough to fire two cold bullets in a row, and the explosive bullets must be replaced to neutralize it.

In just three seconds when he changed the magazine, the cold bullet fired produced extremely excellent results - it flew into the demon army. Givadoron did not deliberately aim at any demon, because this thing

The killing radius is twenty meters around.

It fell to the ground with a soft sound. The warhead lit up with blue runes. Amidst a dangerous low buzzing sound, the extremely compressed ice magic power was blasted through the rune array that had been set up earlier.

The ground exploded violently, freezing all the surrounding demons into ice. The Imperial Guards didn't know what was going on, but they would not let go of such a good opportunity.

"Click."

Givadoron put on a new magazine, which also had a lightning logo, but was completely red. He stroked the lightning logo with his left hand, and then pulled the trigger again. The explosive bomb fell into the demon army in half a second.

, the dual hell of ice and fire caused the Nurgle demons to suffer heavy casualties in an instant.

"call."

He sighed with contentment, no matter how many times, he would be satisfied with it - killing demons would always be satisfying.

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"You just run away, don't you?"

Angron chased after Ku'gas closely, swinging his ax blade from time to time to shock the fast-running green-skinned fat boy. His true purpose was hidden behind such vicious behavior - he didn't want to

Kill this Great Unclean One between the thrones. When they die in the material realm, they usually erupt all the plagues stored in their bodies.

He was originally thinking about how to take this thing away from the throne, but he never thought that it would leave there on its own initiative. This can be regarded as achieving the goal. However, he still has to take it farther. At least in the empty space.

Killing this thing on the ground would be the perfect solution.

As for Kugas - it actually ran away because it felt threatened.

Father Rain is dead, and it doesn’t want to deceive itself with lies anymore. Kugas truly understands Father Rain Rotigs. Although it hates him, it also knows how powerful Rotigs is. Since humans have the ability to completely defeat Rotigs,

If Tigges killed it, then they would naturally have the ability to kill it.

It felt this threat from Angron. Ku'gas believed that it still had many clean worlds where the father's plague had not been spread, and it could not die here. Therefore, the Great Unclean One could not escape at this moment.

Quickly. As long as it runs to the nearby portal, this human can no longer threaten it.

How can he still pursue into the subspace?

After understanding this, Kugas ran faster. It didn't even look at the plague zombies on the ground. If it had been in the past, it would have stopped and carefully observed how the plague was developing in these zombies.

Sometimes he even tastes some himself. Maybe it will bring him inspiration for new diseases. But he doesn't have this luxury now.

Its run stopped after five minutes.

The running movement of the Great Unclean One stopped, and it suddenly floated up. Blue magic began to emerge in the air, and Angron curled his lips. He knew that his fun was probably gone.

Kugas screamed, completely confused as to what was happening. It jumped its short legs, waved its fat arms, and the fat on its body trembled. The maggots began to fall off.

Sure enough, He Shenyan came to him in a distortion of space. He looked at the Great Unclean One floating in the air and couldn't move, then looked at Angron, and suddenly asked: "What are you doing?"

"I want to lead it to a place where no one is."

"It's a good idea." He Shenyan nodded. "But, strictly speaking, there are people everywhere here."

Angron frowned: "What are you talking about?"

The mage sighed.

"I mean, Angron, have you ever wondered how those portals that can accommodate huge numbers of demons come from?"

"No." Angron answered honestly.

"Then I will explain to you. Those portals are maintained through human suffering. Negative emotions are inherently nourishment for evil things in the subspace. To maintain a subspace portal, a steady stream of negative emotions cannot

Less...are you right, Kugas?"

He looked at the Great Unclean One with a half-smile, and the sudden smile on his face made the Great Demon feel creepy - it didn't recognize this person, but it instinctively sensed a threat.

"Kulgas doesn't know you." The Great Unclean One was floating in mid-air and said with his neck strangled.

"It doesn't matter, you will get to know each other soon." He Shenyan smiled gently.