Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

A doctor's duty is to relieve the patient's pain - unless the patient wants the pain badly, then that's another story.

Kugas is obviously the most difficult patient to deal with. He regards his illness as a blessing. The moment He Shenyan took away the plagues bred in his body, the Great Unclean One cried like a

It's a child.

The subsequent operations made it fall into a kind of despair and sorrow. It kept shouting the name of its loving father, hoping that she could take it away from this devil, but its loving father never gave it the slightest bit of help.

respond.

He Shenyan knew the reason, but he didn't tell it. He just continued to remove the diseased internal organs and the maggots with a smile. Angron stood aside, which was different from the mage's indifference. He didn't even want to turn his head to look.

Take a look.

Finally, ten minutes that were very torturous for Ku'gas and also very painful for Angron passed. Ku'gas dissipated in a burst of screams, and its entire body went through a complete set of purifications in the past half hour.

Procedures, such as replacing corrupted organs, removing diseased skin, and a series of complete surgeries.

He Shenyan moved his wrist, and next to him was a blazing fire. Angron stood beside him with an axe, and the lightning on the ax blade disappeared calmly. The expression of the Lord of Red Sand

It was a bit complicated. He didn't know how to evaluate what the mage had just done to the demon.

On the one hand, he was very happy to see the demons suffering unbearably. On the other hand... he really felt that the things He Shenyan did sometimes were not like a human being.

"Just say what you want to say."

He Shenyan glanced at him, even with that gentle smile on his face.

"You just killed it right here?"

Angron changed the topic without changing his expression, not talking about what just happened: "According to what I know about you, you should tear out its soul and then do anything else - this kind of

His style is not like yours."

"The way you describe me sounds like a perverted murderer, but I am not, Angron. There is no point in torturing this idiot. There is nothing left in its mind except sowing the plague of Nurgle. Simple.

It’s so scary, no wonder the fat green guy likes it so much..."

You obviously enjoyed torturing it... Angron cursed.

The mage glanced at him again: "Besides, killing it here makes no sense at all, do you understand?"

"Nurgle will definitely take back Kugas' soul. She will not give up such a great unclean person who truly loves her. Kugas' rebirth is still just a matter of sooner or later. It's really sad, Ange

Lang. We want to use reason to view and identify the world, but the truth of the world is that four evil gods are causing trouble and want to turn everyone into madmen."

"But we can't say it yet, we can't tell the general public the truth. Otherwise they will definitely fall."

Having said this, the mage smiled softly.

"You sound pessimistic."

"I've always been a pessimist."

He Shenyan raised his head and glanced at the steps not far away. The Imperial Fist monks turned a blind eye to them, as did the fire that was still burning beside him. It was a simple blind trick, but it was still very useful. Complex things always

Things will go wrong, and things that work simply will last longer.

"Perhaps you should join them in supporting the Forbidden Army between the thrones." He Shenyan said pointedly.

"With a group of Imperial Fists?" Angron frowned. "Maybe you don't know clearly, but in my world, they have another name. The Imperial Blood Fists. They are betrayers."

"You are a traitor here too. Give it a rest, Angron. Prejudice is useless - enough gossip, I'm leaving."

"Walk?"

"Yes."

He Shenyan nodded slightly, and his figure gradually dissipated after a brief moment. Dots of blue light gradually dissipated in the air, and even his voice became erratic: "Tyra is not small.

, destroying the portals one after another is not an easy task... I wish you good luck."

Staring at the dissipating blue light spots, Angron shouldered his axe.

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"Positional warfare is very stupid, at least I don't like it - you can only be passively beaten and huddle behind the fortifications."

Galahad's tone was filled with disgust, but that could not change the fact that he was now huddled behind the fortifications: "It's a pity, it's a pity. We have to stay like this for a long time before that Excellency completely clears all the portals."

"I don't understand, Galahad." Litosis was doing maintenance on his light gun. He dipped a rag into some engine oil and wiped it on it. "Isn't the portal in the hive city closed?

Why are we still at Martyr's Bridge instead of supporting other positions?"

When talking about this aspect, the heroic spirit's expression became serious. Even when he was sitting, he was much taller than the standing Litosis: "Leaving one's post without permission is a taboo, boy. Even I won't

Dare you do this often."

He raised his finger and pointed at the dark hive: "Look there, there seems to be nothing on the surface. It's very quiet, right?"

"yes."

"That's what those bastards from the subspace want us to think. Who can guarantee whether there will be any remaining demons in there?" The heroic spirit stroked his golden power sword, and suddenly there was something else in his tone. "Any time.

Don’t take it lightly... This is my personal advice to you.”

He smiled, and Litosis suddenly understood something. So he immediately changed the topic: "Then why is it that Lord Dinas Chain can support other positions at will, but you can only stay here?"

Galahad moved his head and said in a dull voice: "Because my commander is punishing me. He said that I have left my post without permission too many times before, so this time I was asked to stay in one place. Do this.

It's reasonable...but it makes me a little uncomfortable."

Their chat stopped for a while, and Litosis was quite speechless at his ability to find topics for conversation. He originally wanted to hear Galahad tell some more stories or experiences about combat. Unexpectedly, he said a word

Those words knocked his interest away.

Fortunately, this did not last long.

As if he heard something, Litosis suddenly paused in his action of cleaning the gun. He threw away the rag, ignoring the oil stains on the gun, and immediately assumed a standard shooting posture. Galahad was better than him.

One step faster, the heroic warrior had stood up without knowing it, and the power sword was in his right hand.

The same goes for a few Terran Guards soldiers who seemed to be napping next to them. They stood up in a hurry, leaned against the fortifications and set up their guns. If the situation went wrong, they would immediately call out for an enemy attack.

A few drops of sweat rolled down Litosis' forehead. A few minutes passed, and no one or demon came from the other side of the Martyr's Bridge. But he was sure that he had just heard the sound coming from the hive. He

Asked softly: "Galahad, did you just hear that?"

"Boy, don't doubt your hearing. Any disturbance on the battlefield must be taken as real." The heroic spirit replied, he bent down with a serious expression and pulled out the bolt gun at the same time. "It is not a bad thing to be vigilant at all times.

"

A few more minutes passed, and Litosis never blinked. His eyes already felt dry and painful, and tears poured out of his tear ducts. They crossed his cheeks and made two marks on his dirty face.

.Everyone was waiting quietly and breathlessly. Not long after, two people came from the opposite side of the Martyrs Bridge.

Both men are extremely tall, and they have an impressive demeanor when walking. One is wearing cloth, with a power sword hanging on his waist. His face seems to be covered with a layer of fog, making it difficult to see.

Really. The other person he was supporting was wearing a scarred and finely crafted power armor, with a pale face, blond hair and blue eyes.

Litosis must admit that he breathed a sigh of relief. But what followed was even more confusing thoughts: Who are they?

He didn't notice that Galahad was staring at the power sword on the waist of the clothed man, and his expression turned very gloomy at some point.

Galahad suddenly whispered: "Take your men and retreat, Litosis."

"What?!"

"Retreat, now!" The heroic spirit spoke decisively without any hesitation. He turned his head and looked at Litosis, and the sudden anger in his eyes made the black-armored guard's breath stop.

"Let's go!"

Litosis carried out his order. Although the soldiers were reluctant, they absolutely obeyed the command of this heroic spirit and evacuated quickly one after another.

After confirming with his own eyes that they were all gone, Galahad stood there, hanging the bolter on his waist, holding the power sword in both hands, and began to wait patiently.

When wolves are hunting, they always wait like this.

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"Sorry to trouble you, Fulgrim."

Steve looked pale and felt very uncomfortable. He trembled as he spoke these words. Because Nurgle wanted him to be reborn, the Emperor's spiritual energy had almost reshaped all his organs from the inside out.

Extreme pain will bring about a series of problems, such as his current situation.

There is no part of the body that is not painful, even the brain. This is one of the sequelae. Steve himself estimates that he will have to stay like this for at least four hours to be freed from the pain. Therefore, Fogg was the one who felt the pain along the way.

Rem supported him.

"It's just a trivial matter - did you see the guy on the other side of the bridge? He's all golden. He should be the heroic spirit summoned by He."

Steve looked intently, nodded, and then asked doubtfully: "Why is he looking at us like that?"

Fulgrim, who used psychic energy to cover his face, gave a wry smile.

He said slowly: "I'm afraid he's here to see me, Steve."

"Looking for you?" Steve became even more confused.

Fulgrim lowered his head and glanced at the power sword hanging on his waist, and said in an erratic tone: "Yes, look for me."