Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The first person to notice something was wrong was a Nurgling.

This little demon flew out from a cloud that was floating above the demons and was constantly producing poison, and then started to scream in terror at the rear of the demons.

Its voice made a Nurgle demon impatiently push it aside with its arms, and made a low muffled sound from its throat, as if to threaten it not to disturb itself in brewing the plague.

But this Nurgling obviously has a heart that is not afraid of power. It keeps flying around the Nurgling demon, muttering words. However, the sound on the battlefield is too noisy, and its voice as thin as a mosquito's moan is obviously unable to

The fat meat that passed through the demon of Nurgle reached its eardrums that were thick and heavy, and might even be covered with earwax.

So, it got anxious - it flew into the devil's ear, its body was shiny and covered with disgusting brown sticky objects. Just when it was about to reach the eardrum, a golden lightning fell from the sky and struck the ear.

The master of the Tao exploded into powder along with the Nurglings.

A roar rang out, exploding like a thundercloud. Angron crashed into the pile of demons. The lightning lingering on the giant ax caused some Nurgle demons to scream in fear. The last thing they could see before they died was

The scene was a horrific scene of an ax blow, and the lightning melted their filthy etheric flesh in an instant.

His appearance seemed to be an omen, and the monks of the Imperial Fists quickly surrounded this group of demons. They occupied a vantage point in the ruins between the thrones, and overwhelming bombs rained from the sky. Countless walking corpses and plague carriers were killed.

Beaten to pulp, the power of gunpowder will be awe-inspiring even ten thousand years later.

However, what is more terrifying than gunpowder is Angron.

The demons of Nurgle, the Nurgling spirits that flooded like a tide, and the brainless spreaders carrying the plague began to flee. Some of them even began to bite and devour the bodies of their own kind, in an attempt to continue their power.

A stupid mantis mantis trying to control the situation.

The Lord of the Red Sands just grinned hideously behind his helmet, swinging his ax with one hand, and lightning spread from the ground. Their putrid bodies began to crumble and dissolve. The weaker ones among them even arrived before Angron

They began to fade away when they were in front of them. Their bodies could not withstand the power of the lightning, even if it was just a trace of it.

The demon tide gathered, and a big demon waved its arms, and the layers of fat fell naturally, revealing the green bones underneath. The fat began to take root and sprout on the sacred ground between the thrones, and in an instant

A giant vine formed between them. The evil witchcraft originating from the subspace attracted Angron's attention as soon as it appeared.

He clenched the ax handle with both hands, and as his knuckles tightened, fine golden lines began to light up on the surface of the ax, and lightning roared, wrapping the ax blade in it.

"Evil!"

His roar exploded like thunder, and lightning brought him close to the giant vine in an instant. Angron swung his ax with unstoppable fury and fighting intent, and golden lightning gathered around him manically, almost

His black armor was reflected in gold. He raised the ax blade high and then chopped it down.

Destruction comes.

Hidden behind the vines and trying to use this thing to delay his escape, the Great Demon Nurgle let out a desperate cry.

The vines entangled with the resentment and souls of the living only blocked the ax for half a second before being chopped open. The souls of the victims on them were purified in an instant and returned to their original appearance.

These souls even added some power to the axe. In almost an instant, the vine was cut open, and then turned into a ball of charcoal by lightning, curled up, and fell to the ground without moving.

With heavy steps, Angron approached the Great Demon of Nurgle step by step. His wild laughter was so harsh in the ears of the Great Unclean One that even the antlers on its head began to hurt.

He opened his mouth full of misshapen yellow teeth, as if he wanted to say something. However, what greeted him was only a cold horizontal slash.

In the subspace, a god was furious because of this scene. But she could not spare her hands to support her children, because her garden was undergoing the most serious damage in history. She could only watch her children one after another.

's death.

The head of the Great Unclean One rolled on the ground, its yellow eyes rolled upwards, and its tongue was pulled out. After a moment, a heavy iron boot crushed it into minced meat.

The smile on Angron's lips almost never disappeared. If there was anything that made him happier than beating Fulgrim, it was now - killing the demons.

Every ax he swings is the embodiment of hatred, and every demon he kills is revenge for the dead innocent people. The Lord of Red Sand clearly knows that he is the righteous party, but he doesn't mind

Use violent means to accomplish this.

On the other side, compared to Angron's enjoyment, the monks of the Imperial Fists were much more serious. They did not immediately advance from the rear of the demonic tide under Maximus's order, and the Chapter Leader of the Imperial Fists knew very well

, to deal with Nurgle demons, you must kill the leaders, otherwise they will regenerate continuously.

After finding a position, Maximus made a gesture. Hundreds of bolt guns fired in succession, erupting into a fine rain of death above the demons' heads. The Astartes lowered it with their own hands, carrying their

Out of anger and hatred, countless demons died at this moment. Their bodies were torn apart and pus splattered.

The results were impressive, but Maximus was not satisfied with it - they had been in the battle for eight minutes and thirty-four seconds. During this time, the scouts in the battle group had never reported to him those who needed to be killed.

The location of the target he killed. But he didn't say anything, he just waited patiently.

After another three minutes and twenty-four seconds, the voice of the reconnaissance company commander came from the communication channel of the Imperial Fist monks. He described the five directions calmly and without emotion. Maximus nodded slightly.

Garadon, standing beside him, immediately gave the order. Four Destroyer squads set up their deadly plasma and sniper bolters, and they opened fire twelve seconds later.

The five big demons responsible for concocting the plague and transforming the Nurglings were smashed into pieces. A large number of brainless plague zombies soon gathered around them, and they began to lie on the ground and eat the remains of the big demons, licking them.

Lick the pus. Their instinct is thirsting for more plague, and the monks of the Imperial Fists are also hungry for something.

A smile appeared on Maximus's face, which soon turned into a sneer. He picked up his helmet strap, and the battle brothers of the four companies lined up behind him silently. The Destroyer Squadron and

Those brothers who are proficient in shooting will stay in the ruins high up to provide cover for them, while they...

Will kill the devil with a mountain of rage!

"For the Emperor! For Holy Terra!"

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As a burst of smoke rose, He Shenyan returned to the Revenge. Tight arrays rose up from under his feet, and the preset purification and scanning arrays began to operate, bit by bit removing all the elements from his body.

The resentment and negative energy in the subspace have all been eliminated. It's not that he doesn't want to eat them, it's just that he has to give some supplements to the Revenge.

His current physical condition is not suitable for transporting energy. It is foreseeable that the Revenge will have to go out to 'forage' on its own for a long time in the future.

There was a buzzing sound above his head, and the center of the magic circle began to report to him what he had missed during this period. He Shenyan used his mental tentacles to comb through the messy information flow, while showing a weak smile.

He disappeared in the blue light, and in the blink of an eye he came from the main control room to the medical room on the second deck, where Steve, who had taken off his armor, was receiving treatment.

"what?!"

Seeing him coming, Steve immediately stood up in surprise. But He Shenyan raised his hand and made a gesture, and his mental strength made him do it again.

The mage pursed his lips and said: "The inspection is not completed yet. You have to stay for another ten minutes. How is Terra's condition?"

"I'm not sure yet."

Steve showed that classic smile, and then rubbed the back of his neck. A large piece of new skin was removed by him, and it was still bloodshot. He hissed softly, and then looked at He Shen distressedly.

He said: "Is there anything I can do? It's been like this since I came back from that damn garden."

"As long as you stop scratching your skin, they will return to their original appearance sooner or later. And look at how good your skin is now, as tender as a newborn." He Shenyan raised a finger seriously. "

I bet there are a lot of women who would give anything to be like you."

"What you said seems a bit discriminatory against women."

"You are wrong, I hate everyone equally. Old people, children, women, men, young people, black people, gays, vegetarians..." he rattled off a long list of words,

He even used an authentic Texas redneck accent. Steve laughed helplessly.

"You know, if we were still in the United States, what you just said would be enough for them to crazily slander you on social media."

"They don't dare." He Shenyan shook his head.

"They don't know who you are. Those so-called 'correctists' will attack anyone who doesn't obey them at all costs."

"Because I really know how to kill people." He Shenyan said calmly. "They only bully good people. When faced with bad people like me who have no bottom line, they can only shrink their tails and beg me for mercy."

"...Seriously, He. If I didn't know what you have done, maybe I would really think you are an evil person."

Steve shook his head, then grabbed his right hand again and took out a large piece of skin again. He threw the skin into the trash can in the medical room and licked his lips: "...

.So, when can I return to the battlefield?"