Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Human beings are a very extreme race, and some of them are so stupid that it is terrifying. Even if the truth and facts are placed in front of them, they will firmly believe in those wrong decisions.

However, at the same time, there are some individuals among humans who are often so smart that they can even smell the presence of something that affects the direction of the world as soon as it happens. Although many times they do not do so voluntarily.

Tigris, the Librarian of the Ultramarines is one of them.

He 'saw' everything, and the price he paid was to fall into coma on the spot. If the pharmacist hadn't been there, he might have bitten off his tongue due to uncontrollable general epilepsy. The pharmacist had to give him three injections of sedation.

It took the medicine to relax his muscles. No one could tell what exactly he saw that made him show such a shocked expression.

The specific situation would naturally have to wait until he sobered up before he could explain it to Guilliman.

As for the instigator...he is drifting in the warp.

The body drifts.

Few people know that the Four Gods of Chaos and their vassals are not the only ones that exist in the subspace, and it is definitely not only the size of a galaxy.

The Emperor once said that this place should be boundless. The Four Gods of Chaos are not the masters of the subspace, they are just residents. In addition to their kin, there are even many naturally occurring demons here.

Made of pure malice and devoid of any rationality - not even the daemons of Khorne want to deal with these things.

The reason is very simple. They have no concept of "fighting" at all, no rationality, and nothing that any living creature should have. There is only endless hatred for life.

Perhaps this is the truth of subspace. It is a reflection of the world, and the meaning of its existence is to hate.

He Shenyan didn't know if subspace really had no boundaries. In fact, he didn't really want to think about it at this time - human beings are always tortured by emotions. We are driven by emotions, and correspondingly, we must also be tortured by this thing.

.He directly blew up Nurgle's garden out of anger, and even forcibly stopped Nurgle's time. Of course, he had to pay a corresponding price.

At this time, the magic power that he once commanded like an arm became no longer gentle, and the spiritual energy in his body began to be restless. The two energies had no self-awareness, but instinctively felt the master's condition and wanted to do something to remedy it. He

Shen Yan knew the truth of this illusion. It was not his magic and spiritual energy that gave birth to self-awareness, but his body was 'crying for help'.

His body wants to live.

Therefore, the energy began to run rampant, so the demons wandering in the subspace suffered. This broken curtain should have reflected the same appearance in the real universe, but now it has become very different.

Some planets with life on them became shattered in an instant. The afterimage of the mage passed by them. Thick blue magic tentacles and golden flames flickered in the dark starry sky. The demons were taken away from their lives in an instant.

Not even the soul was left behind, it was all turned into pure energy, which was swallowed whole by He Shenyan.

Not only that, he did not let go of those planets - their lives were also taken away. The tentacles seemed to bind them gently, and then with gentle force, he crushed the entire planet into pieces and took away the people inside.

The star core and even the remaining vitality in the fragments were not left behind.

Just by passing by, He Shenyan turned this dark nebula of stagnant water into a barren land full of planet fragments, without any life left. There was no life left in his path, and he had eaten everything clean.

... Barely recovered to 70%.

He exhaled softly, opened a portal and left here. Things on Terra were not over yet.

He needs a finishing touch - close all the portals, kill all the demons, and clean up the unpleasant Chaos pollution. Then throw away Angron and Fulgrim, the two bastards who started making trouble when they got together.

off his ship….

Long, long after he left, the galaxies he passed along the way began to flow slowly, although now they were no longer planets, but their corpses.

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Givadoron glanced at this uninvited imperial soldier. He was obviously a shield guard - and his level would not be very low. From the details of his gorgeous armor, Givadoron could find some clues. He didn't.

Ignore the Imperial Guards and continue to replace the barrel.

The Imperial Guard sat beside him as if they were familiar with each other. They did not have the tallness and arrogance of the Ten Thousand Husbands as rumored. Instead, they spoke to Givadoron in a very friendly voice, and the eyepiece on the conical helmet was flashing.

"You shot very accurately."

"I can't be more accurate than you."

The Imperial Guard let out a laugh from his throat. Givadoron thought he was laughing at himself, but two seconds later he suddenly realized that the Imperial Guard was laughing at himself.

"No, we have failed. We have already failed when these filthy creatures brought their bodies that should be burned to ashes into the palace. The accuracy of our shooting has no meaning."

The Imperial Guard sat next to him, took off his helmet, and revealed a face that showed his age.

He is both young and old, both weather-beaten and extremely passionate. Three long and narrow scars spread from the left side of his face to a little bit of his neck: "My name is Valyrian, Astartes, what is your name?"

"Gevadoron." He answered as he pulled the trigger. Flames spurted out from the muzzle, and a bomb spun out, carrying Givadoron's anger and determination.

Valyrian nodded thoughtfully, and before the bullet hit the demon, he whispered: "Well done."

Astartes glanced at the Custodian who was familiar with him and was unwilling to directly state his purpose, and said bluntly: "If you have anything to do, just say it. I don't believe that a Custodian crossed the border when his comrades were fighting to the death.

You came across the battlefield to find me just to have a little time with me."

"You are mean and direct, yes." Valyrian nodded again. "I need you to follow me. There are some secret passages between the thrones that can lead to a mezzanine."

He raised his hand and pointed at the ceiling covered with luxurious golden decorations. The uncomfortablely huge ceiling had many giant murals that could be called artistic masterpieces, created by one hundred and sixty-nine different painters.

Some of them even spent their entire lives here. One hundred and sixty-nine exquisite chandeliers hang below the mural.

Givadoron looked in the direction pointed by his finger and keenly caught the small hole in the middle of the mural.

The Imperial Guard said with satisfaction: "Now you should understand that it will give you a better view from above. I will take you there. We must put an end to this group of filthy creatures here."

"You mean you want me to use enchanted bombs again?"

"Enchanted bomb? What a name." Valyrian put on his helmet, his voice became muffled for a moment. That was because the air filter in his visor was working. "Yes, that can

You don’t need to move your position anymore, don’t snipers like this situation the most?”

"other people--"

Givadoron pulled the trigger again while speaking, and the bullet hit the head of a Nurgle demon who was trying to stir the cauldron to brew the plague with great accuracy. A forbidden soldier standing beside it suddenly took a step forward and used

His halberd was mended. Then, he waved his halberd in the direction of Givadoron, as if to express his gratitude.

"--what to do?"

"Don't worry about them, our communication channel has not been affected. Moreover, Marshal Trajan has returned. Alas, I hope he will not trouble me for leaving my post without permission later." Valerian pointed to a location in Nurgle.

Surrounded by demons, the Imperial Guard became more and more courageous as he fought. He was not wearing a helmet, was covered in blood, and his eyes were wide open.

"good."

Givadoron stood up, picked up his armed belt, inserted the replaced barrel and magazine of the bolter into it, and then silently followed behind the Imperial Guard who also stood up: "You lead the way."

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The Imperial Fist troops followed Angron closely, and they marched silently among the ruins of the palace. The place had become a huge ruin, with corpses everywhere, mostly civilians. The corpses of the guards

Deeper down, in order to cover the escape of civilians, they sacrificed themselves, but still did not accomplish this goal.

Angron's breathing was very steady, and his helmet hid his face. The lightning ax was held on his shoulders, and some lightning flashed from time to time. But in fact, he was not very calm in his heart - the Emperor is above.

.....I'm actually fighting alongside a group of Imperial Fists.

It was like seeing a ghost alive.

But he didn't say it. In fact, if the mage hadn't asked him to join them in supporting the palace, Angron wouldn't even have the slightest interaction with this group of people.

Behind him, the silent Imperial Fist monks actually kept a distance from this weird warrior. They did this deliberately. The reason was simple, it came from a direct order from Chapter Master Maximus.

The chapter leader wore Terminator armor and walked among the crowd. His third company commander Garadon followed him. Very low sounds in the communication channel came from the helmet from time to time. After a while, he turned his head slightly.

, reported something to Maximus.

"Lesander was on his way here. He and the First Company met a group of Khorne demons on the way to escape the acid rain, and were delayed for some time."

"I hope you can tell me some good news next time, such as the fact that Sander is dead." Maximus said nonchalantly. "This bastard who doesn't obey orders and supports everywhere will wait until we return to the Mountain Formation."

No, I'm going to hang him in the church."

Galaton almost laughed, turned his head away, and said no more words.

Everyone can feel it more or less...the final battle is right in front of us.