Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Guilliman is handling government affairs.

Generally speaking, this will be a long and rather torturous process. No one likes to sit at a desk and correct official documents from all over the galaxy. Some documents even take a long time from the time they are issued to the time they are delivered to his desk.

It has taken ten years.

However, he seemed not to be attentive at the moment. The reason was obvious. Not far from him, there was another table. Chagatai Khan was sitting in front of this table, reading carefully with a book in his hand.

With.

If it was just like this, it would be fine. Guilliman would not be allowed to look up at him every few dozen minutes - the key point is that Jaghatai Khan wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

After the twelfth observation, the Imperial Regent compromised. He put down his pen and sighed: "What do you want, my brother?"

Khan did not answer, but lowered his head slightly, glanced at Guilliman with sharp eyes behind his lenses, and then continued reading.

"...You've been like this all day, Jaghatai." Guilliman said helplessly. "It will be dinner time soon, and I don't want to bring my questions to tomorrow. I give up, okay?

?What exactly do you want to do?"

After hearing these words, Khan's face finally showed an imperceptible smile that quickly disappeared. He remembered the number of pages he had read, put down the book, and carefully took off his gold-rimmed glasses.

A series of slow movements undoubtedly challenged Guilliman's patience, but the Regent did not react at this time. He just leaned back calmly on the chair - he knew the techniques used by Jaghatai very well, this kind of

He often uses this method of trying to take the initiative in conversations without answering questions, and he is a veteran.

Generally speaking, Guilliman does this to gain something in political affairs. He knows that his brother Jaghatai Khan must be the same way. The Eagle of Chogoris is not a person who does not aim at nothing.

Everything you do is very purposeful.

Finally, after putting away his pair of glasses that he got from nowhere, Khan finally spoke.

"...I want you to do me a favor, Guilliman," he said. "A favor that is insignificant to you."

Guilliman frowned cautiously: "What?"

Khan looked at him quietly and stubbornly, and said slowly: "These days, I have heard a lot of rumors... It is said that the empire is planning to launch a new expedition. The general of the expedition is that

Captain of the Revenge."

Guilliman nodded noncommittally.

"And I am very interested in this." Khan said with a smile. "My descendants are also very interested... You should not let me and my legion be in such a grand event."

He was absent from his revenge, right?"

Guilliman did not answer immediately. Many times, such a short hesitation can explain many things. Khan's expression was quickly becoming serious. He did not need to ask questions, because Guilliman was already preparing an answer.

"The expedition... is indeed such a thing. I won't ask you where you learned about it. It doesn't matter."

Guilliman sat up straight and said word by word: "But I have to tell you, the command of this expedition is not in my hands - do you understand? I don't even know if I will be assigned to the expedition.

Among the fleet. Unfortunately, my brother, you have found the wrong person."

"Really? Then who should I go to?"

"You know exactly who you should go to, Jaghatai."

The tense atmosphere disappeared, and Guilliman leaned back in his chair again and waved his hand: "The specific location of the Vengeance is a secret, but you can go to that ship through the teleportation device on Terra Space Station. If you see him

, please help me bring my greetings."

Khan stood up with satisfaction and nodded to him: "I will."

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Fiery energy fell from the sky, and the battle formation formed by a dozen bloodletters was reduced to ashes in an instant.

However, to the demons, this is not death.

They only left briefly. In the subspace where there is no so-called time, their souls will drift in the darkness and wait for rebirth.

The power from the Lord of Brass will cause them to be reborn in the unstable chaotic energy of the Warp, and then reappear in the material realm to continue their endless slaughter.

——So, all resistance is meaningless?

From this perspective, all resistance made by humans is in vain. No matter what you do, the demons will never really die, they are just exiled. Sooner or later, they will return. Sooner or later, they will return.

It will push mankind to a desperate situation.

Is it really?

To this, Frank's answer is: Fuck you, everything makes sense.

It's concise and clear, and has his own personal style. The Punisher never cares about these frivolous things. He is a very extreme but also very pure person. For him, things like philosophy are not at all on his mind.

within the range.

The ultimate philosophical questions of mankind such as 'Who am I' are not even as important as whether his next shot can smash the head of the Khorne demon.

There's no doubt he's on a killing spree. He's always killing. For that, the daemons of Khorne should be envious of him.

But the truth is, they wanted to kill him.

"Punisher!"

A roaring voice sounded from behind him. Frank ignored it for the time being. Instead, he pulled out his chain sword from the abdomen of the last bloodletting demon, then slashed across it, and its head was smashed by the roaring chain saw.

Cut it down.

"Punisher!!"

The thing screamed again, the sound hoarse like the scales of two snakes rubbing against each other. Frank turned around and looked at the tall demon expressionlessly, his eyes lingering on the ferocious horns on its head for a moment.

, and then showed a cold smile.

This is an invitation to war.

The thing let out a huge roar and ran straight towards him. The blood-covered ground began to tremble. It was getting closer and closer, and Frank could even clearly see its scarlet eyes. It seemed like they were rolling inside.

From the sea of ​​blood, the endless wails of the dead came out, extremely harsh.

He frowned. When the demon saw this scene, he let out a triumphant laugh and chopped off his head with the giant ax in his hand. He did not forget to taunt: "Their screams pleased me before they died! What about you?!"

"clang--!"

The chain sword and the ax wrapped in blood flames collided with each other, and they had collided with each other more than twenty times in just a few seconds.

Every blow of the demon was powerful and heavy. It roared excitedly, its long tongue protruded from its mouth full of sharp teeth, and blood-like saliva dripped on its armor, causing those who used the bones of innocent people to

The magic pattern it created became brighter and brighter, even forming blood flames that rose and fell like tides between its breaths.

Frank didn't speak, and the demon took his silence as a proof of its inability. It laughed wildly and drew back the ax, driving Frank back with a sinister flick of its tail, while standing on the spot and laughing loudly.

"You are no different from the Astartes I have killed!"

It taunted Frank: "The same weakness, the same rigidity! How long do you think you can block the exit of this portal? You have no chance! Mortal! You will die, and we are endless! I can already smell their fear

The taste is great!”

"They are right behind you, aren't they? Those weak, incompetent ones who only seek protection and scream..." The devil laughed crazily and rushed forward again. "When you die, I will

Raise your head and show them well!"

"You talk too much."

Frank said coldly, which was also the first sentence he uttered.

The chain sword once again blocked the attack of the axe. The demon exhaled a large ball of hot air irritably, but a wound suddenly appeared on his chest. The demon looked closely and saw that there was an extra sword in Frank's left hand at some point.

The combat dagger was making a dangerous buzzing sound.

It unconsciously slowed down its pace, changed its aggressive stance, and adopted a more cautious pace. But Frank simply ignored the tactics it adopted.

The Punisher stepped forward, and the power armor worked together with his muscles, and the terrifying power exploded in an instant. The rocks were crushed, and there was even a faint sound of sonic boom - at that moment, the devil's pupils shrank, but it was too late.

. As soon as it raised its axe, a flash of cold light came before its eyes.

"Ouch——!"

It let out a roar of pain, like a beast. A dagger was inserted into its left eye at some point. The pain did not last long, and the blessing of Khorne and the violent nature of this thing quickly transformed it.

Become part of the rage.

The demon raised the ax as if nothing was wrong, but Frank was much faster than it. What he held in his hand at this time was not a chain sword, but a dark long sword with dark flames wrapped around its body. From

In another heaven of the universe, tens of thousands of years of human evil weapons have been collected, and a bright light burst out here.

With the first sword, the ferocious twisted horns on the devil's head were chopped off.

With the second sword, its left hand was severed from the elbow, and the momentum continued to create a huge wound in its abdomen. Internal organs and blood poured out from it.

The third sword was also the most deadly one. Frank inserted it into the demon's jaw and pierced its brain. The thing grunted from its throat, and its tall body twitched uncontrollably. The black flames quickly

The earth wrapped around it and burned it to ashes.

"Good, boss!" Sin of Humanity roared excitedly in his heart. "We killed another demon! Good!"

"Shut up."

"Okay, boss! Oh, oh! The female judge is here, she is here, she is here, boss!"

"...I said shut up."

Frowning, Frank removed the black flame sword from his hand. He turned around, and Bonavia was running towards him quickly.

The female inquisitor's face was expressionless, covered in blood, and the heat dissipation port of the right hand joint made of nanomachines was still emitting smoke.

Obviously, she was not idle while Frank was fighting. In addition to communicating with the fighter plane above them and letting it use energy cannons to disrupt the offensive of those demons, she also did a lot.

"grown ups."

She nodded to Frank. After becoming familiar with each other, there was less and less red tape between the two of them.

"Is something wrong?"

"Of course I came to you for something..." The female inquisitor showed a rather speechless expression. "The civilians have been evacuated to safe places, and the few surviving Astra Militarum are protecting them. Just wait.

Once help arrives, they will be completely safe."

"One of the few good things." Frank commented coldly. "Then what?"

"Then—you have to stop."

Bonavia said helplessly: "It has been more than four days. You have been stuck in this valley alone for four days and have not left. Have you paid attention to your surroundings?"

Frank looked sideways at the ground and found that the blood of the demons had covered his iron boots.

Now, the original color of the valley can no longer be seen at all. There is blood and corpses everywhere here. The miserable corpses of the demons are flying everywhere. They died in various ways. Some were disemboweled.

Some had their heads missing, some had their entire upper bodies smashed, and some were neatly cut into three pieces.

"...I've noticed it now." He said without changing his face. "The scenery is nice."

Bonavia looked at him steadily for a while before continuing to speak: "...Yes, that's good. But you can't continue any longer. You have to rest. Those demons were killed and retreated.

, it will take time to pass through the veil between subspace and reality. Why don’t you take advantage of this time to rest for a while?”

"I'm not tired, why should I rest?"

"Aren't you tired?! The tattoo pattern shows that your muscles are overloaded! Do you want to cramp during the battle?!"

"I won't get cramps. If necessary, I can use psychic energy to briefly transform myself into a subspace creature."

Frank said quite blasphemous words without any consciousness. As soon as he said these words, the female judge's face suddenly twitched.

"Your Majesty the Emperor..." She had already begun to recite the prayer. "May you bless my ignorant soul. I still believe in you wholeheartedly. Please also bless the great Punisher.

…Bless him from cramps!”

She said the latter part almost through gritted teeth.

"Whether he will protect me or not, I don't know. I'm more concerned about another thing now."

Frank ignored the frantic Bonavia. He walked to the other side and picked up his chainsword, patiently and carefully observing the single-molecule saw blades to assess whether they needed to be replaced.

While observing, he said: "How long will it take for the support to arrive? I have to talk to the governor of this star field afterwards. A planet under his rule has erupted with such a huge tide of chaos and cultists' sacrificial rituals.

Even after four days, his support has not come yet."

"Two hours ago they-huh?!"

The female judge lowered her head suddenly and dodged a bullet that came from nowhere with superhuman agility.

At the same time, he raised his right hand, and the nanomachine completed its deformation instantly. The palm of his right hand split open, and the black barrel protruded. After a brief warm-up, a huge red energy beam shot out.

"There is an ambush, my lord! It's those rebels! Damn it, how could there be traitors and Daemons of Khorne getting together!"

She complained, and at the same time increased the energy output, high-temperature airflow erupted from behind the elbow joint, causing a demon's corpse to be roasted to a crisp. Frank looked at her standing there firing the energy cannon quite calmly, his eyes

There was even some appreciation in it.

No, that's not right...

What he mainly looked at was the energy cannon, not Bonavia.

A few minutes later, those rebels who thought they were smart and wanted to attack them during the post-war break were all roasted to ashes by the energy beam. Frankly speaking, their decision was right, even quite insidious. The soldiers were in the break after the victory.

Always the most relaxed and less vigilant.

It's a pity that since half of Bonavia's face is mechanical, she has already possessed powers of observation that are beyond normal people. Let alone attacking, they might be discovered if they stay for a while longer.

After coughing twice, Bonavia patted her right hand to let the overheated nanomachines deform. She looked up and saw Frank's strange eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm not looking at you." Frank's expression didn't even waver. "I'm looking at the energy cannon on your right hand... Do you think I can change it too?"

He even began to think seriously about the feasibility: "But I have to cut off my right hand first... no, let's keep my left hand. Is this feasible? I don't know if those craftsmen have the ability to do what I want.

What you want..."

Bonavia simply stopped talking this time. She raised her head with twitching eyes, and kept praying to the emperor in her heart. Perhaps the divinity heard her call, and the thick clouds in the sky were finally covered by four Thunder Eagles.

The gunboats broke through, and blue-painted fighter planes quickly landed on both sides of the valley. A group of Astartes filed out.

But their leader forced an unnatural smile on Frank's face - his facial muscles had not done this for a long, long time, and were extremely stiff, like a wooden man.

He walked forward quickly and shook hands with the leading tall warrior. The other man had a perfect appearance, blond hair and blue eyes, but also had a convincing temperament. At this time, he patted Frank's face affectionately.

Bloody gauntlet.

"Long time no see, Frank! I didn't expect you to be here!"

"Me too, Captain, me too... weren't you fighting a group of orcs in the Fringe Star Territory?"

"It's over. I plan to go back to Terra Space Station. But I received a distress signal while passing by this galaxy. I can't ignore it. Ah, by the way-"

He grabbed a Crimson Fist warrior who was stiff because of seeing another original body, and introduced to him: "This is the Punisher, Frank. I believe you should have heard of his name. Guilliman will definitely tell our

I've shown you all the information, right, Pedro?"

Pedro Cantor, the current leader of the Crimson Fist Chapter, nodded blankly: "Yes, sir."

Frank glanced down at him, his eyes involuntarily tilted to the red power glove on Pedro Cantor's left hand, and then moved to the ancient-looking bolt gun on his waist. This almost

It became an occupational disease of his, always looking at weapons endlessly.

"This thing is good." He nodded and pointed at the bolt gun and commented. "What is it called?"

"The Fists of Dorne, my lord!"

Pedro puffed up his chest and answered loudly.