Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The familiar feeling is back.

Saul Tarvitz thought.

He stood in the scorched earth, surrounded by the other sixty-two Emperor's Children. The ship roared past their heads, and there were many Blood Angels waiting to attack. But now was not their time.

Although there are specialties in the art, the Emperor's Children do not think that their combat power will be lost to the Blood Angels. Unfortunately, they only have sixty-three people now - what can sixty-three people do?

Saul Tarvitz has an answer for that.

"Exactly the same as before."

A voice came from behind Thor, and the breathing grille changed his voice, making the originally pleasant tone sound terrifying: "We are the vanguard again, company commander, it's always like this."

"Are you happy about this, my brother?" Thor asked without looking back. He didn't need to look back to know who was speaking.

"ha!"

The man let out a high-pitched laugh and came to Thor. The weather-beaten mk3 power armor was making a sonorous and powerful sound as he moved. He raised his hand and tapped the double-headed eagle on his chest with an extremely serious tone.

pride.

"That's natural, my company commander!"

He laughed heartily, and spoke elegant Gothic words one after another: "Such honors cannot be given to those younger generations for no reason. We are the sons of the Emperor! Of course, if you can tell us in detail,

Our mission, that would be even better, company commander."

Sol Tarvitz's face beneath the helmet couldn't help but smile.

His brother Antrik was always like this, never knowing how to describe the so-called danger. That kind of confident optimism had inspired them all countless times in life and death situations.

"Our mission is to serve as vanguards to explore the environment here. There is no order in the subspace, brothers. But the power of the original body and the living saint we have never met protects us. Activate your portable shields."

Along with many dull buzzing sounds, light blue shields appeared on the Emperor's Children. These composite magic shields can provide them with additional protection.

After testing, Thor was surprised to find that the defensive power provided by this magic shield, which is just a small round ball, is actually higher than the defensive power of the mk3 'Iron Clothes' power armor - and there is something better than this.

Something?

some.

The ground began to shake, and large numbers of demons suddenly appeared on the other side of the originally empty scorched earth.

They roared and hissed, and the bloody smell was so thick that not even the breathing grille could stop them, as if they had turned into dark clouds and swept in.

However, none of them launched an attack. Instead, they stood still - a huge demon stood quietly in front of them.

Without saying a word, the scarlet cable on the back of his head made Thor's pupils shrink sharply, and the rune giant sword in his hand shone with an ominous light.

Someone in the communication channel shouted out loud: "Is it him...?!"

"It's him." Antrik's voice sounded, low and solemn, with an anger that couldn't be concealed. "It's definitely him..."

"Why didn't he let them attack?" someone else asked. "I saw those damn cannons. Those things looked more than scary."

"Humph, what's the use of looking bluffing?" Antrick snorted disdainfully. "We didn't even see them when we died...it means they are nothing at all."

Once again, his unfounded optimism came into play, and Sol Tavitz sneered: "No matter what he wants to do, it has nothing to do with us. Our mission is to detect intelligence, and now, this mission has been completed.

.”

"Sons of the Emperor, remain vigilant and stay where you are."

Fulgrim's gloomy voice sounded from the communication channel, with distorted noise: "A company of the Blood Angels will land from the sky, landing three hundred meters to your right. They will carry some heavy firepower, make good use of it.

them......"

At the end of the sentence, his voice became a little softer: "Listen, my sons, be sure not to put yourself in an excessively dangerous situation... No one among you is allowed to die,

This is my order."

At this time, on the spaceship, Russ raised the same question as the Emperor's Son: "Why didn't he let these slaves of Khorne attack? It's strange that they still resisted the desire to fight. I wandered

I have never seen anything like this in ten thousand years."

"That has nothing to do with us."

Fulgrim said firmly, then turned his head and asked Sanguinius: "Brother, when can your troops land? I want to land with them."

"Don't be impatient, Fulgen. The teleportation of the formation will take effect in twelve seconds, but I'm afraid you won't be able to go with them. There is a limit to the number of people who can be teleported at one time. You have to wait for another five minutes...

.....Well, I am very interested in the self-propelled artillery that the mage brought. This is the first time they have been used on the battlefield. I hope it will have a good effect."

"Please hurry up, brother." Fulgrim said in a deep voice. "I...can't wait any longer."

When he said this, he held the sword in his right hand tightly.

Angron seemed not to have paid any attention to the conversation the three had before the battle. He stared closely at the ferocious and huge demon in the light screen, his expression calm, but there was a storm gathering in his eyes.

After a long while, he said: "He is waiting."

"Ah, man, as if we couldn't tell." Ruth grinned.

"No, you don't understand." Angron replied in a low voice and shook his head. "He is waiting for me."

This sentence made the Wolf King raise his eyebrows. He bared his teeth and poked his fangs out of his lips: "Don't tell me, do you want to...?"

"Yes, it's what you think."

Angron nodded towards him, and the dark armor appeared from the shadows again, climbing up his body.

The air became viscous, and one of the original bodies radiated his power unreservedly in the subspace, and the walls and ground of the cab began to tremble uncontrollably.

When the shaking subsided, Angron had finished dressing.

Scarlet blood appeared with his will, entangled in every gap in the armor, the eyepiece lit up, and high-temperature steam followed, burning away the blood, leaving only a dark and calm will.

Russ looked at this tailor-made ferocious armor with envy, wishing he could pull Angron out and wear it himself. Not only that, he even asked: "Where did you get this treasure? Can I come too?

set?"

The Master of Red Sand didn't want to pay attention to this heartless wolf. He nodded to Sanguinius and said: "Let the formation throw me down and don't teleport."

"......What?"

Sanguinius didn't understand what he meant for a moment. Even the Archangel was confused by this shocking idea. He frowned and asked in disbelief: "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to jump from here - don't look at me like that, yes, I know it's 10,000 meters above the ground, but so what? We are in subspace..."

The most ferocious smile appeared on Angron's face under his helmet: "...It's unjustifiable not to have a welcome ceremony for my hometown."

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Scorched earth.

The demon quietly raised its head and stared at the spaceship in the sky. It did not order the demons to attack, but it also did not let them stand where they were.

However, those terrifying creatures with the most violent temperaments seemed to feel something. Even the cruelest vampires stayed in the battle formation without moving.

A voice sounded in its mind and kept hovering: "You want to bring me a glorious battle?"

The devil didn't answer.

"Ah, my warrior...that's a nice idea."

He said happily, but this joy only existed for less than half a second.

The God of War, the God of Battle, the God of Victory - the God of Death and Slaughter cast an expectant look at this place from his throne.

The sky changed color, and even the chaos of subspace succumbed to his power. His voice sounded in the hearts of every demon, and his will turned into a storm and began to rage in the far reaches of the scorched earth.

Khorne roared: "Then let the glory be upon you! Angron! This will be a duel that no one can interrupt. Come on, come on! Use your will and determination to offer me the most beautiful thing in the world."

A glorious battle!"

Before the roar could go away, the discolored sky was pierced by a meteor falling at a rapid speed.

The thick dark clouds dissipated, and the strange scene was revealed behind them - but the blood-red meteor did not stop at all. He violently fell into the battle formation of the demons, turning the scorched earth into boiling magma, and countless demons were

They were dead at this moment, but they still didn't act without permission.

The smoke and dust from the explosion dispersed, and the demon squinted its eyes. It saw a black figure slightly shorter than itself slowly walking out of the smoke.

So it laughed.

first.

The laughter was like thunder, echoing on the scorched earth. The demon took a sudden step and raised the rune giant sword: "Come - fight!!!"

The black shadow did not answer, because the sound of the ax colliding with the giant sword was the answer.

Then, golden lightning burst out dazzlingly at that moment, and thousands of things were robbed of their original color by this brilliance.

At that moment, the world seemed to be only black and white. The devil roared wildly, and the armor on his chest was deeply torn open, and a scar deep enough to show the bones appeared.

"You will die." The black shadow said in a voice more terrifying than the devil. "Today."

"It's just a fake, but you dare to dream?!"

The demon stepped forward, and as its wings flapped, a blood-red air flow appeared. Many demons behind it and even the skull cannon died because of this merely prepared attack.

But no one cared. The blood of the demons flowed out from their corpses, and the blood gathered more and more. It was like a sign that some kind of disaster was coming.

In just a few seconds, the ax blade and the giant sword had collided with each other hundreds of times.

With every collision, a violent cyclone was shot out from where the two weapons collided.

The ground trembled, cracked, and even turned into powder, and a deep pit began to form rapidly in just a few seconds. However, the river of blood behind the demon was not affected at all, as if it existed in another world.

"Fake?!" Angron still had some energy left, and even dared to sneer at it. "Look at yourself, coward!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--!"

The demon laughed wildly at this question, swung his giant sword violently, and jumped back to avoid Angron's attack.

The river of blood has descended above their heads, but this is not an attack.

Yes, this is not.

The blood only flooded the deep pit created by the terrifying power, and only a small part in the middle could still stand, only 40 meters away. Angron narrowed his eyes slightly, and the devil's voice sounded from the other end of the narrow platform.

"Does this sight remind you of anything, a fake?"

It actually used a somewhat nostalgic tone.

"Nukeria...the pit...ah, you seem indifferent to this. You haven't been through this, have you? You weren't thrown into it as a child

Go down into the pits and fight the civilians."

It opened its mouth full of fangs, and the sharp teeth rubbed against each other, making a harsh sound of metal collision: "...Like I said, you are just a fake. You have not experienced my pain——

And you dare to call yourself Angron?!"

The demon roared, rushed into the sky, and stabbed Angron with a fatal arc: "That's my name!"

"boom--!"

Rather than the collision of weapons, the sound was more like an explosion coming from a deep pit.

Blood hung upside down, filling the sky, and the demons' bones were burned into withered bones by the hot blood magma.

In this nightmare scene, Angron's voice still sounded calmly: "That name belongs to a warrior who dares to resist the slave master, not a slave of the evil god."

The Lightning Ax roars sharply—not metaphorically, this weapon actually roars.

The violent golden lightning was spurred from it without reservation, and the demon had to raise its giant sword to block the blow. However, its arms were also turned into charcoal by the lightning.

Angron's attack continued. He took a step forward, lowered his knees and lowered his waist. A ferocious barb suddenly appeared on his right shoulder armor. Without hesitation, he struck a shoulder and destroyed the devil's balance.

This horrific and bloody attack was just the prelude to the subsequent combo. Angron rotated his waist, and the scarlet eyepiece shined brightly.

At this moment, he was more like a champion of Khorne than the demon who fell to the ground - high-temperature steam erupted from the cooling holes on his back, which was strengthened by twice the speed and strength, making the ax he raised high perfect.

The ground hit the ferocious horns on the devil's head.

"Ouch————!!!"

However, Angron did not pursue the victory to take its life, and even took a few steps back.

He looked at the demon whose face was distorted by pain, and whispered: "Yes, that's it, it hurts... I made a promise to Givadoron, I made a promise to Kahn

, I made a promise to Arianto...The moment I see you again, you will become a hundred times more painful than them!"

The demon did not answer these words. It just gasped and slowly stood up. Sticky blood was continuously flowing out from the broken corner, spreading to its entire face, making it even more terrifying.

"Really?" It touched its broken horn and smiled again. "You can't fulfill your promise because I have already suffered a hundred times more than them."

"In what form? In the form of being willing to be a slave and kill innocent people? How many innocent people have you killed, coward?"

"You have to ask the person who shaped me into what I am now, fake."

The devil replied with a smile. There was no anger or hatred in this smile, only sadness.

"Who pulled me out of a battle I had decided to die in, and who forced me to watch my brothers and sisters die? Yes, it was him... and the most ridiculous thing

What’s the point, fake, do you know?”

It asked and answered itself: "That's what he said - I said, whatever plans he had for me, they would never be completed, because the real Angron died in the forest outside Nucoria,

He died along with his brothers and sisters. But he said it didn't matter. For the plans he had for me, a ghost would be enough."

The raging and violent anger rose endlessly from the demon's broken heart after these words. Its soul seemed to be burned out by it, and an emotion deeper than hatred burst out in its eyes.

This emotion even affects the reality of the subspace. The chaotic energy responds to its call and wraps around its giant sword. The incomparable hatred turns into the most violent poison in the world, causing the surface of the giant sword to emit a heart-stopping microscopic sound.

Light.

It roared, saying word by word: "He said, it doesn't matter--it doesn't matter--!"

"My brothers, sisters, and my fights were of no consequence to him! He called us sons, but he never truly loved us! We were just pawns and tools, the sword in his hand! If I was born to do this

Why don’t I choose someone else’s knife that I can see through?!”

Angron stopped answering and just held the Lightning Ax tightly.