Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Watkins Charles and his son set out overnight.

There was no way, that angel insisted on doing this. Naturally, he did not dare to disobey the orders of the demigods. Maybe some people did, but he was definitely not among them.

And his son...let's put it this way, if the angel said to go east, even if there was a sea of ​​fire, his stupid son would jump in immediately. There would be absolutely no hesitation.

Thinking of this, Watkins began to lament in his heart again - my son! I should really teach you some family wisdom! Instead of letting you hang out with those retired veterans in the city when you were a child...

..What did they teach you to be! A simple and innocent person cannot survive in this world!

On the other side, his son was far less sad than his father. The young man kept pestering Lernus and asked questions, and Lernus answered them one by one, with surprising patience. He must admit that this

Father and son are simply two extremes.

The father is corrupt, treacherous and cunning. The son is innocent, innocent, has a sense of justice and conscience, and is physically strong. You can tell at a glance that he is a good candidate for the reserve army.

But how on earth did his father give birth to such a strong young man?

Lernus glanced at the old man, who was only 1.65 meters tall, and the young man's voice sounded in his ears again: "Lord Angel, are you really from among the stars? What is the scenery like there?"

He held a torch, his expression was expectant, and his eyes were sparkling. He was walking unarmed in the wilderness, but without the slightest fear.

"We do come from among the stars, and the scenery there is indescribable. I am not a poet or a writer, and I cannot describe the vastness to you."

Salamander replied in a low voice: "But we don't live in a vacuum. We also have our own home. Just like you, when there is no war and we are not needed, we will live an ordinary life and work like you."

As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face: "You call me an angel, but, kid, there is no fundamental difference between you and me. We are all human beings."

The young man looked at him with reverence. There was no doubt that Lernus' words made him respect him even more.

The questions always came one after another, and soon he spoke again: "But, you are much taller than me!"

"That's because I received rigorous training and other things."

Lernus responded gently, this kind of secret should not be told to a civilian, but he has the potential to become a reserve... Lernus also relaxed a little.

"Training? I like training, my lord, but what is the rest?"

"Something indescribable."

When he said this, the appearance of Nocturne appeared in front of Lernus' eyes. The scorching air, deadly radiation, a huge living volcano, and the environment was extremely dangerous.

But it is their home... The number of Salamanders is so small that even during the second founding of the army, they could not be separated to form a heir group. Because of this, every brother is precious.

"Of course, it's not just these. There are also some qualities."

He came back to his senses and stopped. Superman's perception made him turn to the other side without changing his face. With a pop, the combat dagger was unsheathed. At the same time, he continued to talk.

"Like courage."

The giant said in a deep voice, and at the same time he took a step forward and stabbed out the dagger in his hand. A dangerous beast the size of a calf, which almost blended into the night, was pierced through the head, and its forward momentum was interrupted. The sharp

His claws were scratching in the air.

Its vitality was so tenacious that it didn't die immediately, but Lernus didn't want to let it go.

He twisted the dagger, gouging out a twisted hole in its skull, and then pulled out the dagger. The thing fell softly to the ground, and only then did the young man and his father come to their senses.

The two looked at the twitching beast on the ground in shock. Watkins shouted loudly: "The Emperor! Night Devil! Lord Angel, this is a Night Devil!"

"Night devil? Is it a dangerous creature in your local area?"

It took Watkins a while to understand what he meant. He nodded repeatedly, grabbed the long wooden stick in his hand, and said nervously: "Yes, yes, sir. They live underground and only come out at night.

Will enter the village to steal children and livestock to eat!"

"It's really an apt adjective."

Lernus nodded. He didn't know what the official name of this thing was, but there was never a wrong nickname.

The term "night devil" is indeed suitable for them. This kind of thing is almost undetectable at night and is really no different from the devil to the villagers.

"But, but..." Watkins calmed down at this time and finally realized something was wrong. "This is summer... these things only come out in winter?"

Hearing these words, Lernus raised his head and glanced at the sky.

The deep night obscures everything, there are no stars or moon, and the thick dark clouds seem to be a sign of impending doom. Animals are very keen, and they can often detect the coming danger before humans do.

He narrowed his eyes and said nothing. He just asked Watkins to speed up. He must reach the city before dawn.

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"Chapter Commander, we have completely lost contact with Adjutant Lernus and the Thunderhawk gunship."

Tushan, the chapter leader of the Salamanders Chapter (actually a small army) was listening to the reports from his subordinate brothers, his expression was as gloomy as ever. He was angry at the news, but that expression was an acquired factor.

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His face was covered with criss-crossing horrific scars, which were left to him as a parting gift by a nocturne fire lizard that was over three hundred years old.

These scars damaged his facial nerves and left the young Chapter Master without the ability to smile or make any other expression.

"...Has the attacker been identified?"

Tushan asked slowly, like a mountain making its own voice.

"They are one of those traitors." The battle brother who spoke had undisguised hatred on his face, and his fiery red eyes were almost spitting out flames. "There is no trace on their ship that can reveal their identity, but

They kept shouting at us."

"Ah."

Tushan sneered expressionlessly: "What did they say?"

That we are all cowards

Pirrell, the chief think tank of the battle group, spoke to Tushan with psychic energy. At the same time, his figure also appeared at the door of this small lounge.

"Chief Think Tank."

Battle brother, Sergeant Darkiel of the 3rd Company nodded to him and said hello. The Think Tank nodded in response, and then began his report.

"I tried my best, but I still can't get any enlightenment." The dark face of the think tank director was unwavering. "We are not welcome here..."

"We are not welcome in most places in the galaxy," Tushan said. "What do you gain?"

"Not much has been gained. I can only be sure of one thing. Adjutant Lernus is still alive."

"What about the rest?"

Tushan received a sad look, while Darkiel gritted his teeth.

After a moment of silence, Pirrell continued: "The enemy's ship is at the other end of the track. It is a dangerous distance. It is enough to ensure that if we make any move, they can respond immediately."

Tushan made a nasal sound, closed his eyes and nodded: "Any suggestions?"

"If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move. There must be something on that agricultural world, otherwise they wouldn't be so nervous. And Adjutant Lernus is on it, and he will definitely find a way to contact us. We just have to

Just have to wait.”

The think tank director's words revealed his absolute trust in Lernus, which is as it should be. Lernus was one of the few who participated in the second Armageddon War with Tushan and came back alive.

people.

The Chapter Master opened his eyes, his expression so calm that he was almost numb - the only expression he could make now was a grin. He said: "It's a good suggestion, Peril. But we can't let Lernus go alone.

Fight hard.”

He waved his hand decisively: "Use teleportation, Piril. As for the candidate - don't look at me like that, Darkiel, I know you want to go. Okay, then this task will be left to you.

Your mission is to find Lernus and provide him with support, do you accept it?"

"Accept!" Darkiel almost roared.

"May the Fire Dragon Lord bless you..." Tushan closed his eyes. "Go."

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The chief think tank's psychic teleportation distance is not long, and it can only teleport one person. But this is still a very rare ability, but Darkiel just wants to vomit now.

His internal organs seemed to be mixed into a ball, and his forehead was sticky, probably because he was bleeding. After a few seconds, his physiological characteristics sealed the wound and solidified the blood. At the same time, his right hand felt a slight pain.

The bones have also recovered.

What appeared in front of him was a forest with heavy fog. The early morning wind blew through his helmet, and the eyepiece began to display readings. The air here was non-toxic - not only that, it was also very fresh.

The environment is good.

Darkiel's mood finally eased a bit because of this scenery, but it was still not much better. He was wearing a set of finely crafted power armor, with a plasma pistol on his waist, and a heavy and rough two-handed war hammer in his hand.

He originally wanted to go directly to high places to search for nearby human cities. The remote sensing mapping data has not been sent to his power armor yet, and it will be estimated that it will be three days before the data is sent. He must find a way on his own.

, but in just half a minute, a huge roar sounded behind him.

Dak'ir suddenly turned around, the warhammer was on the crossbar, and a sharp claw collided with the handle of the warhammer, making the sound of steel meeting. The third company sergeant's eyes were condensed, and his hands were numb - this beast is so good

Great strength!

Be careful of fights.

He quickly retreated and regained his posture, with the warhammer in a posture ready to be swung down at any moment. The beast opposite him actually stood upright and assumed a threatening posture.

It had thick black fur, a long and pointed head, and was extremely ugly. Its two claws were disproportionately long and hung down to the ground. After seeing its appearance clearly, Darkiel almost didn't curse.

Is this an agricultural world?

Can such a thing exist in the agricultural world?

"Vulkan at the top!"

He shouted, and the breathing grille changed the tone of his voice, making the sound extremely intimidating. The beast mistakenly recognized this as a prelude to an attack, and it also roared, causing the forest to tremble and the trees to shake. But it was just

In the blink of an eye, it rushed in front of Darkiel.

So fast?!

The sergeant immediately used his experience to turn the war hammer, but with little effect. The beast's claws were incredibly sharp, creating four deep claw marks on his abdominal armor - Darkiel's expression was there.

It was an extremely gloomy moment.

This set of finely crafted power armor is the masterpiece of the Chapter Master. It was a prize he won in a salamander hunting competition...

He immediately retreated, dropped the war hammer, and already pulled out the plasma from his waist - it buzzed dangerously, and the electric energy coils lit up one by one, while the beast was still running towards him.

With a soft sound, half of its head disappeared, fell to the ground, and stopped moving.

Dak'ir stared angrily at the body of this thing, and then looked down at the huge claw marks on his abdomen. The expression under his helmet was extremely distressed. But his tactical skills were still there. After a brief distraction, he

He got close to the beast and observed it carefully.

The fur is extremely thick, the muscles are terrifying, and it can move at the same time. The most important thing is the exaggeratedly long claws-this is not biological, unless it is an animal that relies on its arms to make a living in the trees. But its hindquarters

The legs are also very developed...and that tapered head. What's going on?

The more Dak'il looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong, and some terrible suspicion gradually formed in his mind. He pulled out the saber from his waist and slowly cut its fur with the serrated side, revealing what was inside.

Let the sergeant's hand tremble suddenly.

Underneath the fur is a piece of steel.

With a sullen face, he activated the video recording function of the eyepiece. Then he picked up his war hammer and swung it down violently.

"clang--!"

The first time, to no avail.

"clang--!"

The second time, tiny cracks began to appear in the steel.

"clang--!"

The third time, it let out an overwhelmed whine.

"clang--!"

Four times, four times in total, Darkiel used a warhammer to hammer out a hole in a whole steel plate on the chest of this thing. He shook his head in disbelief: What kind of strength is this?

Is it a Terminator wearing animal skin?

Under the hole, there are still beating muscles, tightly fitting together with the steel, which is absolutely terrifying. The sergeant stared at this picture for a while before looking away. He took out his saber again and tried to cut through the hole.

The hole was poked into its muscle tissue, which was incredibly tough. Next came the claws... the internal organs... and its damaged head.

With each part he inspected, his expression became more gloomy. When he took out some obvious mechanical structures from the monster's head, the sergeant's expression became extremely gloomy.

Someone is carrying out biological modification, and it is the most terrifying kind. This monster is probably a genetic hybrid monster, and it has grown into what it is today through nurture. There is such a creature in an agricultural world, and he will not kill it.

I believe that the sergeant has fought against many aliens, Dark Eldar, Orcs, Tyranids...

And the thing in front of him is capable of fighting any of them.

Who made this?

The sergeant didn't speak, he just saved the video silently, but he already had a guess in his mind. A very scary guess.

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Above the orbit, inside the ship without identification.

A man wearing a black robe with a strange protrusion on his back was standing in front of several huge petri dishes, looking at them carefully. From the way he held his chin, it was easy to see that this man was thinking.

Yes, he is thinking - he is engaged in a dark thinking that has no bottom line and no humanity. His thoughts come from the most depraved and deepest place, and he is not aware of it at all, because he is deeper than that place...

....Depravity.

——In other words, this person has never fallen at all. He has been standing in a deeper place than that from the beginning.

Fabius Bayer, this is his name. A name that is famous in the galaxy. The famous name here means that everyone wants to kill him, except some idiots who rely on him for a living.

"Well..." He mused, making a deep voice, and his fingers danced on his chin. "No, you can't use Eldar genes, otherwise their minds will be too difficult to control."

He said to himself: "How should I continue... Oh, it's such a painful experiment. Whatever."

Before leaving the petri dish, he left this room, walked through the long, black bridge, and came to another room. There were traces of depravity everywhere, twisted skulls, and evil formations covering all four walls.

Plus the thing sitting in the middle of the room meditating. There is no doubt that the people here do not believe in the Emperor.

In fact, it is not even a person.

The thing with the slender body asked: "Bayer?"

The sound sounded like two pieces of flint rubbing against each other, with sparks shooting out.

"it's me."

"The time...has not yet come," the creature said intermittently. "My body...are you ready?"

"Not yet, so I need your help to prepare your body faster."

"...This...is different from what the transaction content...said."

"The transaction will change. I am the leader. You have to help me, otherwise you will have no body to use." Bayer narrated without emotion, with a cold but persistent expression. "Please, I must finish this as soon as possible."

One thing, I still have a lot of experiments to do."