Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

As if floating in the dark and disorderly universe, Trajan felt that he was like a naked baby. He had no consciousness, no reason, and no everything that a human being should have. Only endless pain accompanied him - passing After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly became self-aware.

who I am?

With this confusion, Marshal Trajan Valoris woke up from his deep sleep. He was sitting in the inner room between the thrones, with the sacred golden throne behind him, but there was chaos in his mind, what? Can't remember anything.

In the first few minutes after he woke up, he felt a splitting headache. He couldn't remember anything about himself. He even forgot who he was. He didn't know his name or identity, and only a broken thought whizzed in his mind.

Mission must be completed!

It took a while before he remembered everything despite his headache - yes, I am Trajan Valoris.

I still have unfinished responsibilities.

He jumped up from the ground, and his body was more than twice as light as before. This strange lightness made Trajan feel creepy. He had served with this body for a very long time, paying attention to every detail. He knows everything. If he wants to kill someone, he can even move his fingers. But this feeling of being too powerful is actually not a good thing for a warrior.

Only then did he realize that he was in the middle of the throne room. The power armor on his body was as shiny as new, with no trace of damage. Trajan raised his head and stared at the person he swore allegiance to. A flash of light flashed in his heart. Sour.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Trajan felt that the emperor looked even thinner. His withered skin was tightly pressed against his skinny body, and the ups and downs of breathing could hardly be seen in his lungs. Trajan's weak appearance made him A burst of heartache.

Almost as a subconscious reaction, Trajan's mind flashed with the idea of ​​'approaching and checking the condition of his equipment', and then, in the next second, the power surging in his body responded to him faithfully. That made him A completely incomprehensible and huge force carried his body across thousands of meters in an instant, from the inner door to the vicinity of the throne.

Trajan raised his hands in shock and looked at his hands that were slowly glowing.

At this moment, he heard the weak voice of the Lord of Humanity. It seemed that even using spiritual energy to vibrate the air was a difficult task for him now: "Well done, Trajan. You We survived successfully.”

"I don't understand, Your Majesty, come through?" Trajan asked tremblingly.

"He gave you a gift of power... but did not consider that your soul strength at that time was no longer strong enough to accept this gift. But you finally used your own willpower to temper your soul back into its original form. You made it through, Trajan, all by yourself. Your will is as strong as steel. My marshal."

There was a smile in the Emperor's voice, and although he still sounded weak, he was full of energy.

"Then what do I do now...?"

"Well, it's hard for me to say who you are now, Trajan. You are still a human being, well, there is no doubt about that. As for the rest, we have to see what magic our living saint has put into your body. It just so happens that there is a group of Nurgle demons outside that have been screaming for a long time. You can try your hand at them."

"The Demon of Nurgle?! Here?! Between the Thrones?!"

Trajan used three questions in a row to express his inner excitement. At the same time, he cursed the Imperial Guards and the Guards in his heart - Damn it, what a dereliction of duty! How could they be allowed to get close to His Majesty?

"Don't be so excited, Trajan. They did not neglect their duties, but it was my negligence..." The emperor sighed. "It was my negligence that led to this tragedy. That led to this

The whole thing happened on Holy Terra."

He sadly uttered an ancient Terran proverb, but Trajan couldn't really hear it, and he only felt an unforgettable sadness rushing over his face.

For a moment, he seemed to have lost all interest in talking, and just used his spiritual power to open the door engraved with countless great achievements for Trajan, indicating that he could go about his work.

The Marshal of the Forbidden Army walked out of the door, and the door closed heavily behind him. The noisy atmosphere of the battlefield hit his face, causing him to take a deep breath and squint his eyes at the same time.

Trajan grabbed a running soldier and asked: "Who is taking my place now?"

The Imperial Guard first performed an eagle salute in surprise, and then immediately answered his question: "It's Mowglis, Marshal."

"This docile idiot!" Trajan roared, he no longer cared about any etiquette. "How on earth did he command that the demons were able to enter the palace?!"

Trajan was so angry that even his voice became shrill. At this time, Shi Shiran, the 'polite idiot' in his mouth, came over and gracefully saluted Trajan amidst the cannon fire: "

Glad to see you're safe, Marshal."

"Really? But I'm not happy to see you - forget it." Trajan sighed. He knew the character of Mowglis. He was definitely a qualified imperial soldier, but some flaws in his character made this guy

Sometimes it can make people angry to death.

The Marshal of the Imperial Guard decided not to argue too much with him.

While taking the weapon handed to him by others, he moved his neck, which had become somewhat stiff due to sleeping for too long, and asked casually: "Where's Valyrian? Isn't he usually inseparable from you? Why didn't you see him?"

"

"Oh, Marshal, please don't say that. You must have misunderstood. Valyrian is a warrior, and as a forbidden soldier, I have already given up my personal happiness. It is absolutely impossible for me to have anything happen with him."

What Morgris said was very resounding. Trajan's anger that he had suppressed immediately surged up again because of these words. The marshal originally wanted to beat him up, but then he felt that he couldn't do it - this bastard

Most likely they don’t know where they went wrong, and maybe they will write poems and arrange them like last time afterwards.

Forget it.

Trajan asked calmly: "You'd better speak to me properly, Morgris, in Low Gothic. If you try to speak those literate sentences to me in High Gothic again, just wait. No."

It will be much lighter than your last punishment."

"Wait a moment, Marshal."

Mowglis nodded obediently, then cleared his throat and said in fluent low Gothic: "While you were sleeping, we received the help of a mysterious warrior. The weapons and ammunition he fired were simply unheard of, a kind of

The freezing ammunition can turn all demons within a radius of twenty meters into ice, while the other type of flame ammunition is even more domineering."

"We have received a lot of help from him. Originally, I wanted to let this warrior continue to conduct guerrilla operations behind the enemy groups. But Valyrian insisted on finding him, and I don't know what madness caused him."

"Look, you can still speak well."

Trajan showed a kind smile, and then walked towards the front of the line, leaving only one sentence for Moglis: "Don't worry, the Shield Captain has always been very independent, and he is much more flexible than you in battlefield decision-making.

.Since he has done this, he will definitely achieve corresponding results."

Mowglis stroked his chest and said, "I agree, Marshal, but where are you going?"

Trajan didn't answer - he just jumped up.

Ice-cold fury surged crazily throughout his body, and a desire to kill that filled his body from the moment he woke up caused his eyes to turn into pure red eyes in just one second. Trajan fell into the trap

Among the dirt demons, those fat plague carriers haven't even come back to their senses. They don't understand what this human is doing, are they going to die?

No, Trajan told them with practical actions: I am not here to die.

The standard halberd used by the Forbidden Army made a sharp spin in his hand, and the whirlwind of death blew up in an instant. The power was increased by unknown times and the decomposition of this deadly weapon allowed the Nurgle demons to rot but still remain.

The tough body did not get any necessary defense against the sword.

They were touched by the halberd, then cut in half, quartered, and beheaded. That was all.

But the deadly plague they carried had no effect on Trajan. Moglis stared closely at the marshal's back. He raised his hand, and the imperial guards immediately stopped shooting. This was a good opportunity for hand-to-hand combat, but Moglis

However, Gris still did not wave his arms to let them charge.

He didn't understand - the marshal was not wearing his helmet. Logically speaking, he should have been infected by the plague the first moment he jumped into the pile of demons... and the kind of disease that gradually rose up on him.

What's going on with the scarlet smoke?

Is it possible...?

Mowglis drove the treacherous thought out of his mind. In any case, it would be after the war. They were now under the gaze of the Emperor, and they must not let him down.

He waved his arms and then put on his helmet. The Wanfu Regiment began to launch a counterattack. The shield guards charged forward, with a shield in one hand and a sword in the other. They were a solid and reliable defense for the imperial army using halberds. As long as they did not fall.

, no one can hurt their companions behind them.

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The edge of the battlefield.

Givadoron was very surprised to find that the Ten Thousand Husbands had begun to counterattack, which made him a little puzzled. If the fire suppression continued, these Nurgle demons would not survive for long. He still carried six enchanted magazines with him.

, enough to freeze them all into ice and then blow them into pieces.

However, the hand-to-hand combat of the Imperial Guards also achieved considerable results. Therefore, Givadoron temporarily put down the bolt gun in his hand, and he patiently began to replace the overheated barrel and magazine, intending to carry out long-range sniping. To this end,

, it is necessary to replace the short barrel with a long barrel.

The moment he just took off the magazine, Givadoron's hand suddenly grasped the tactical dagger at his waist - a voice came from behind him, with a little complaint: "You really let me

A good meal.”