Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Givadoron calmly killed one Nurgle daemon after another with his bolter in semi-automatic mode. He was using regular bolt rounds and had a belt full of magazines.

He didn't need to worry about bullets at all. If there was no need for heavy load, Givadoron could take as much as he wanted. The exaggerated manufacturing unit on the Revenge could produce many things regardless of the cost, which was completely beyond his expectation.

Know.

Valyrian did not let his words put him to shame. He was indeed standing firmly in front of Givadoron, never leaving. The combination of halberd and shield looked a bit bloated in the corridor, but he did not need to attack too much. Then

The shield interprets the duties of the shield guard in a true sense. As he said, no demon can interfere with Givadoron's aim.

He was even able to remind Givadoron between battles: "Turn left ahead, then go straight. We are not far from our destination."

Turning around the corridor, a foul smell hit his face. The pressure reading above Givadoran's eyepiece suddenly rose. The scanning function from the Revenge accurately informed him of the number of enemies in the corridor.

Forty-seven, the green number.

One, blue number.

The Astartes cowered, and before he could say anything, a sharp feather fell from the sky and shot towards Valyrian. If he hadn't raised his arm at the last moment, he would have been in danger. Feather

It penetrated deeply into the bulge in the middle of the shield, which was the hardest part and was pierced through.

The Custodian raised his shoulders and lowered his waist, and Givadoron could hear him inhaling. Immediately afterwards, more feathers flew towards them from the darkness of the corridor. Valyrian did not choose to resist, but shouted

There was a sound.

"dodge!"

Givadoron dodged and avoided those feathers. But the Imperial Guard did not, and he still stood where he was without moving.

At the same time, Givadoron's eyepiece turned scarlet, and the newly added psychic vision after the transformation allowed him to capture the Tzeentch demon at the end of the corridor. The World Eater sergeant squinted his eyes, and the server was running.

, the data has been sent to the eyepiece of the Imperial Army.

Feathers harder than steel were inserted into the power armor of the Imperial Guard, and blood gushes out from the gaps. Valyrian's body shook, but he still stood in place. He let go of his hand, and the shield fell to the ground.

The halberd let out a roar.

Without communication, Givadoron knew what he wanted to do - die, thus creating an opportunity for him.

In the first second, the Custodian began to run, and he took a step. At the same time, Givadoron pressed the button on the side of the bolter, and the original magazine fell to the ground.

In the second second, the Forbidden Army had already run halfway. Some plague zombies tried to stop him, but were cut into pieces mercilessly by the halberd. Givadoron had already replaced the enchanted magazine.

The third second - Valyrian jumped up, his power halberd flashing with cold light, he broke down and forced the Tzeentch demon hiding in the shadows out.

Then, there was a gunshot and everything fell silent.

.......

I'm going to drown... no, it's the cold... suffocate, inhale, inhale -

Valyrian began to breathe with difficulty, and every breath of air carried the smell of blood and cold air. The cold stung his lungs deeply, and even made the entire respiratory tract begin to freeze. For a moment, he actually

It felt like my throat had been replaced by a solid block of ice.

I'm alive?

The question came to him, and his voice spoke it out. A voice said to him: "Yes, you're alive - don't sleep, damn it!"

Valerian was awakened by a violent shaking. He felt as if he was a fish stirring a water tank, except that he was not stirred by himself, but was held by a hand. The owner of that hand was clearly revealing at this time. Looking at him through the scarlet eyepieces, the iron-grey helmet has ice condensed by the cold air.

He could hear a muffled sound coming from his armor. It seemed that some servo parts were broken, but it didn't matter. The real problem was that his helmet might be broken. There was no pressure reading on the eyepiece, but a line of small gold letters.

Valyrian read it out.

"Wake up and continue fighting. Your mission is not over yet."

"who are you talking to?"

The Forbidden Army's brain was completely awakened in an instant. He broke free from the ice, and his whole body was filled with strength as if he was having a flashback. He followed the Lord's order, and as always, there was only one word left in his brain.

Be loyal.

loyal......

Be loyal!

Valyrian was bleeding profusely. He took off his helmet, then opened his mouth, and the fragments of internal organs poured out. Givadoron was horrified: "Are you crazy?! There is still a disease here!"

"It doesn't matter anymore, Givadoron."

Valyrian said in a solemn tone, and at the same time, looked at him with his bloodshot eyes - no, no, he was not looking at him.

"I am about to reach the end of my mission. I don't want to die wearing a helmet. I have never liked this thing. My lord, your taste is really bad."

A smile appeared on the lips of the familiar Imperial Guard, and he made the last joke in his life, and then - golden light exploded.

His skin began to crumble, and his whole body ignited, turning him into a walking torch. But he didn't stop, he kept walking. The Custodian - Captain of the Shield Guards - Valyrian kept walking, From a medical point of view, his penis has become loose and his heartbeat has stopped. He should be a dead person.

But he didn't die - he should have died, but he didn't, just didn't.

An inexplicable will made him walk unyieldingly and non-stop until he reached the end of the corridor.

Fire Pillar spoke, and the voice reached the ears of Givadoron, who was standing still.

"For the Emperor," he said.

"boom--!"

Givadoron did not raise his hand to cover, he looked directly at the death of the imperial guard. The golden flames began to slowly burn in the Ministry of Military Affairs. At the same time, a door on his right opened, and one side of the wall inside It seemed that it collapsed due to the explosion, revealing the secret passage inside.

"Your mission is accomplished, but mine is not. Wish me luck, Valyrian."

He turned around and walked inside.

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Trajan felt that he had endless power in his body, and he swung his halberd more than twice as fast as before. The demons could only watch helplessly as he swung the halberd to cut off his own head, but they completely Unable to dodge.

He didn't know whether this was good or bad, but for now, it was definitely a good thing.

Unfortunately, what the Marshal of the Forbidden Army didn't know was that the power contained in his body had not actually been revealed. To be precise, he himself did not realize that he was capable of doing those things at all. Therefore, the power in his body

The power really didn't respond to him.

His reckless behavior of jumping into the pile of demons continued for a while, and he was able to kill like a fish in water. However, the Nurgle demons may not be very good at fighting, but they are fully capable of creating a large number of miscellaneous soldiers in a short period of time.

Behind the demons, a big demon was constantly splashing the plague soup in the cauldron in his hand. Some demons had a tendency to evolve after just a little bit of it.

The most terrifying thing is the ubiquitous Nurglings. After being exposed to the plague soup, they quickly grew into plague carriers, a kind of body about one meter and seventy meters long, with slender limbs and long tongues sticking out of the belly.

Demons can spit out large amounts of pus, which is extremely dangerous.

With this characteristic, their number not only did not decrease, but even increased. Trajan quickly realized this, and he also realized another thing - the roll call tactic behind the demons

The mysterious man disappeared, and he hoped that Valyrian had found him and had new ideas.

His shield captain would often do some amazing things at such times, but they were usually very effective. Otherwise, he would have been thrown to a remote planet by Trajan, and it would be absolutely impossible for him to stay on Terra.

of.

No matter what, Trajan hoped that he could succeed. They had no way to break the situation but to fight to the death.

Behind Trajan, the defense line formed by the Forbidden Army was engaged in a bloody and cruel tug-of-war with the demons. Nurgle demons are not very powerful in close combat, but they are thick-skinned and disgusting enough.

——Yes, it’s disgusting enough.

This is also an advantage.

Don't think that the Imperial Guards will not be disgusted by these ugly monsters. The filth and evil of subspace things not only affect the naked eye, but can even shock the spirit in a short period of time.

Imagine if you saw with your own eyes a fat monster covered in rot and covered with maggots walking towards you. The yellow teeth in his mouth were chewing more than a dozen maggots, and the juice splashed out... let alone draw a sword.

After fighting, many people will even lose the idea of ​​​​escape. The Imperial Guards are standing here because their courage and discipline are enough to resist this kind of pollution from the spiritual level.

Mowglis was among them. After Trajan returned, he was naturally happy to give up the position of commander. This forbidden soldier with a poetic temperament and unwillingness to talk well was actually among the best in terms of combat effectiveness.

This was one of the reasons why Trajan could tolerate him, not to mention that the Imperial Guards had some problems. They were mentally cold, did not regard civilians as human beings, and even felt that Astartes were not worthy of standing in front of them.

Someone like Mowglis... is actually pretty normal.

He didn't like to use a halberd, but a pair of knives. One was a slender saber, used for stabbing, and the other was wide and thick, specially used for cutting. The left hand stabbed and the right hand chopped. This ancient sword technique is accompanied by

Morgris lived a long life and continued to improve. He took a step forward, and the knife in his right hand instantly cut off the head of a plague carrier.

Incomparably sharp - if the craftsman who made it could see this scene, he would probably be happy. Unfortunately, he couldn't see it. Thinking of this, Mowglis actually shook his head during the battle. The other end was beside him The demon on his side immediately seized this opportunity, raised the wooden stick in his hand, and tried to hit his helmet violently.

Mowglis dodged it in advance as if he was predicting the future. He raised his left hand with unparalleled grace - the blade flashed in the air, and the demon roared in pain, and all his eyes were picked out by him. With a sneer, the Forbidden Army He stepped forward, rotated his waist, and harvested another head with the bone-cutting knife in his right hand.

"Easy," he said to himself. "It's my misfortune that I have to fight against such a dirty thing."

"Have you had enough?" His comrade roared behind him, piercing two Nurgle Demons with his spear. At the same time, he rotated the spear handle, and the bolt gun on the spear tip was fired violently, creating more Death. Even the voice of this forbidden soldier was filled with anger. "We are fighting to the death! Be serious, Mowglis!"

His roar received a look of contempt from Mowglis, and the Imperial Guard shook the red tassel on his head with disdain: "Valyrian knows how to enjoy fighting better than you...it's so vulgar."

"I--"

The Imperial Guard angrily spat out a long string of ancient Terran words at him. The essence of the Ten Thousand Husbands is that some of these ancient warriors can scold you in languages ​​​​that you don't understand. In their daily lives, this This kind of thing can bring a lot of fun. But it is definitely not one of the reasons why he does it on the battlefield.

Mowglis's eyes were focused, and he lightly jumped to his side, put his foot hard on his waist, forced the imperial army several steps back, and at the same time rotated his waist again, the two sabers were brought together towards one purpose. Sneak attack from the Nurgle Daemon and chop it down.

There was a pop, and pus and blood spattered out. Morgris nodded gently towards him, and the red tassel on his head trembled: "You're welcome, you vulgar man."

"..." The forbidden soldier stopped talking.

There was no demon present in the surrounding space, and he was able to breathe for a moment and regain his strength. He stood there, but as if he wanted to tease the forbidden soldier, he tilted his head and glanced at the closed door between the thrones, and suddenly said: "Really pity."

"What's the pity?"

"Support is coming... The war is about to end, ah, my source of inspiration has disappeared again." Mowglis said sadly, and then his helmet was hit by a brick flying from nowhere.

The door was pushed open.