Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Gevadoron followed Valyrian and walked quickly between the intact thrones. If they were not afraid of attracting the attention of the Nurgle demons, they might choose to run directly.

The Forbidden Army was obviously not very familiar with the terrain here. He led the way very quickly. In a short while, he and Givadoron walked out of the throne room and came to the corridor outside. The Forbidden Army used the halberd in his hand to block the way.

He opened the body of the Nurgle Demon and then raised his shield like a prophet, blocking the falling gravel from above his head.

The timing is perfect.

The rubble struck his one-handed shield and made a clanking sound. Givadoron raised his bolter vigilantly, keeping the muzzle pointed at Valyrian's blind spot.

"The next journey won't be easy."

The Imperial Guard said from the front, with some indescribable emotions in his tone, which was very weak. But it was still captured by Givadoron. "We have to go around this corridor...pass through the Ministry of Military Affairs, and finally we can

Arrive at the secret passage."

"Are you worried?"

"Yes." The Forbidden Army admitted quickly. He did not find a reason for his emotions. "You may not know the current situation of the Ministry of Military Affairs. There are no living people there. In fact, that is where the Nurgle Demons started.

Penetrating."

"Then, we should probably call in some more backup."

Based on the concept of caution, Givadoron calmly made suggestions: "I don't think there are no demons left there anymore. Maybe there will be things like Nurgle's zombies left. The number is huge, and we need to move quickly.

Pass, otherwise the fighter plane will be delayed."

"No, no need."

Valyrian raised his shield, with absolute confidence in his tone: "Just shoot from behind, no demon can get past me and interfere with you - pay attention, the Ministry of Military Affairs is ahead."

Although he was mentally prepared, Givadoron was still somewhat aroused by the miserable scene in front of him. One of the characteristics of Nurgle's pollution was that the thick carpet was slowly spreading throughout the corridor.

Squirming. The long corridor in front of them was blown apart from the middle, and the creep's spread stopped there.

Hundreds of green 'bags' wrapped in human corpses were hung from the ceiling, rising and falling slowly. At first glance, it seemed as if those people were still alive.

But it's not. It's the rotting things rooted in them that are absorbing the flesh and blood of the victims inside. They will spit out the victims that have completely turned into a pile of bones after a few hours, and then become stronger.

Givadoron raised his hand and aimed at one of them, pulled the trigger, and the explosive bomb left the barrel of the gun. However, the thick blanket stood up in an instant, capturing the explosive bomb in it, and there was no more sound. The blanket

He slowly lay down, and the expression on Givadoron's face sank with him. He knocked on his helmet, and the eyepieces turned to magnify.

He began to observe and asked Valyrian: "How are we going to get over? I'm afraid the enchanted bombs are not a big threat to these creeps. They have absorbed too much flesh and blood. They can already ignore the power of the bombs."

"Simple." Valyrian raised his right hand, and his arm armor opened in an instant, revealing a control panel inside. This should not belong to the technical scope of the power armor of the Forbidden Army, and it was obviously modified by him himself.

"There was a serious fire in the Ministry of Military Affairs when it was first designed. After that, the entire Ministry of Military Affairs was installed with a fire extinguishing system."

As he explained, he put down his shield and clicked on it a few times. With a soft click, the creep began to slowly expand.

"This system has not been repaired for three hundred years, but it is still able to operate. A large amount of water will flow out through the pre-set pipes, and these carpets will be filled with water, and their reaction speed will be greatly delayed.

You only need to use one more round of the freezing bomb you fired before to completely eliminate these things."

Good strategy.

Givadoron secretly admired that the imperial army probably thought of this move when he showed up to support them with enchanted bombs.

If he can really get to the upper level between the thrones through the Ministry of Military Affairs, so that he can start naming tactics without any scruples, the situation on the battlefield will undoubtedly reverse in an instant. At that time, the freed up imperial troops can directly clean up

Clean the palace and regain contact with all of Terra's forces.

With command, the huddled army can easily kill those demons that no longer have support.

Givadoron took off an enchanted magazine from the armed belt on his waist, and held it in his hand with a heavy feeling. The freezing cold air even passed through his gauntlet to the palm of his hand. He skillfully replaced the magazine, and then began

Wait patiently.

Three minutes later, the creep blankets were filled with water - they began to swell, and the ups and downs like human breathing became extremely slow, but the water continued to gush out. Valyrian nodded to him, and then, Jiva

Doron pulled the trigger. The frozen bomb flew out of the gun barrel and exploded the first moment it came into contact with the bacterial blanket. This time, the bacterial blanket did not react at all.

As always, the preset runes lit up, and the blue dangerous light became brighter and brighter after a buzzing sound. Finally, the ice magic that had been compressed to the extreme exploded. The coldness spread, and when it encountered water, it even produced an even greater force.

The effect is that the lethality range with a radius of twenty meters has at least doubled.

"Now, we just need to move forward. I hope your ammunition reserves are sufficient, Givadoron."

"rest assured."

They began to move forward, moving slowly on the ice. Givadoron would sometimes look down at the blankets sealed in the ice, and he had a feeling that they were looking at them.

And he knew that this was not an illusion.

After firing explosive bombs four times, they finally left the long corridor and came to a hall with long stairs on both sides, with a total of three floors.

This is like a transit station, allowing officials from the Ministry of Military Affairs to go where they should go. The statue of the emperor stands in the center of the hall, already covered with green vines, which makes the Imperial Army and Givadoron even more excited.

Burning with anger, a group of Nurglings actually built a small nest on the emperor's head out of dead branches from nowhere, and he was sleeping soundly inside.

The strange thing is - there is no creep carpet here.

Gevadorun gritted his teeth and Valyrian's reaction was not much better. But he still stopped Gevadorun from pulling the trigger on the Nurglings and remained silent.

He pointed at a fat figure sleeping soundly on the second floor. Givadoron immediately understood, turned his gun, and hit the demon in the back with an ordinary explosive round.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the thing screamed in pain. It immediately stood up and wanted to know who was attacking it, but it had no chance to fight back, because a halberd had already flown over and hit it accurately. The decomposition position of its head completely decomposed its filthy brain into dregs.

The sound of gunshots echoed in the empty hall like some kind of warning, and the Nurglings were awakened in an instant. They were making noisy noises, and looked at the two of them from time to time. They had no intention of taking care of these noisy little creatures. Demon Valyrian raised his shield, stood in front of Givadoron, and whispered: "We need to go to the third floor."

"What about your weapons?"

"I can recall it. There is a magnetic device at the end of the halberd that is connected to my gauntlet." The Imperial Guard explained simply as he carefully stepped onto the stairs covered with tattered red carpets. His weight made the stairs make a sound. There was a muffled sound. Givadoron nodded, and at the same time, some kind of roar came from above their heads.

"Get ready to fight." The Imperial Guard said succinctly, and at the same time he stretched out his right hand, and the halberd flew back. He glanced at Givadoron, and suddenly there was a smile in his voice. "I hope you won't disappoint me."

Givadoron didn't answer, he just raised the muzzle of his gun and pulled the trigger on a Plague Walker that was trying to rush towards them, turning it into a lake of slurry.

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"Iron Serpents Chapter? I have heard about it, but I didn't expect that you would be so lucky to come to support Terra on the Vengeance. This is really an unexpected surprise."

Guilliman smiled and said to Inser. The latter's face was tense and his body was straight. He was extremely nervous, just a little worse than when he met He Shenyan that time.

After hearing Guilliman's words, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Father of Genes, we originally went to Cadia for support. We retreated in time before it exploded and the casualties were not serious. We later defended it on a hive planet. Traitor, it was also at that time that we met that Lord. He saved us and the survivors on the hive."

"This is a memorable day, Inser. It's a pity that I can't talk to you for a long time."

The transport truck was moving quickly, and amid the unbearable bumps, Guilliman said calmly: "We are heading to the palace. It is no longer as safe as it used to be. She has moved from the safest place on Terra." The earth has transformed into the most dangerous place, you may not know yet——"

Inser bluntly interrupted his original body: "——Actually, Gene Father, we know. The scanning function on the Revenge is very accurate, and we can know all the situations near the battlefield in real time. From the number of enemies to The number and location of friendly forces are all clear, and it is displayed on our eyepieces."

Guilliman was stunned.

At this moment, the broken 'high-precision real-time tactical deduction sandbox' flashed before his eyes, the servitor who kept delivering information to him, and even the face of the overworked Military Affairs Officer. Then, He lowered his head and laughed softly.

"What's wrong, Father of Genes?" At this moment, Inser realized that he had robbed the original body of his words. He began to regret why he behaved like a child in front of him, and he was simply showing off his new creation to his father. Like a toy.

"Nothing, I was just thinking that this kind of thing must be extended to the entire empire..." Guilliman shook his head. "Since this thing is so useful, Inser, tell me, we

How far is it from the palace?"

"Four hundred meters, the father of genes."

"very good."