Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

He pulled the trigger, and the bolt gun gave him a steady beat. Fire came out of the muzzle, and the recoil was perfectly eliminated by him. A bolt bomb flew over the ruins full of blood, and hit one in the darkness.

A knife insect that escaped from the large army.

It's dead, and its ugly head was beaten to pieces. But it's meaningless - Volturno, the captain of the 2nd company of the Lamenters, thought.

He is not pessimistic about this, pessimism is meaningless. He is just stating a fact, because the death of a knife insect is really meaningless to the entire insect swarm.

Their species is just the most insignificant species among the entire insect swarm. They live to be used as cannon fodder. No matter what they face, these insects will swarm forward, never fearing, never flinching, and never retreating.

That's fine, but so are we.

Volturno put down his bolter and began to count his remaining belongings.

A chain sword that is so old that the original paint color can no longer be seen. The promethium used as fuel is also insufficient. Volturno knows very well that without fuel, this chain sword can at most still survive.

Can stay activated and allow him to use two standard Terras.

A bitter taste came from his mouth. He remained unmoved and continued his work.

A mk.5b Godwin-type bolter in good operating condition. Two thirty-round magazines, one of which has been more than half empty, with only twelve rounds left.

In other words, he only had forty-two bullets left.

A combat dagger, the handle is very smooth and the anti-slip texture has been worn away.

Apart from these, his armed belt was empty, as was his belt. The individual grenades had been used up at the moment of landing.

Volturno stood up, hung the bolter on his waist, took the chain sword and the combat dagger and left the ruins where he lived. He could not stay there any longer, otherwise only death would be waiting for him.

It is not a good thing if you kill a lone insect. It means that a thousand insects will come to you. They may come from the sky, from the earth, or from behind your back.

They will definitely come.

Volturno used a standard tactical posture to sneak through the ruins. This remote agricultural planet named Malvolion was about to be eaten up by bugs. Everything he saw were horrific ruins, and they were eaten by bugs.

The food is riddled with holes. You can see their traces everywhere.

And this is not over yet, they are just leaving temporarily. When all the survivors are swallowed up, they will come back again. Even the soil, they will not let go.

He is heading to a high ground where seventeen surviving mortals are under his protection. Volturno is the last man left in the Second Company, but he does not intend to give up his duties and mission.

If we all escape, who can stand in front of them?

He didn't spend too long on the way back. The two guards on guard duty saw him coming and stood up from behind the bunker excitedly.

One of them had a broken leg, was slightly older, and had a thick mustache. His name was Solich, from the Mordian Iron Guard, and he was one of the few survivors among them.

"Sir!" He suppressed his emotions and asked in a low voice. "Are you okay?!"

"rest assured."

Volturno took off his helmet and placed it on the rough wooden bunker. The existence of the wooden bunker had no meaning. It could not even block a forelimb swing from the knife bug. But having a bunker was better than nothing.

Just like his protection, although it has no effect, it can at least give these people courage.

At least, he will die with them like this bunker.

He lowered his head, and another guard came forward respectfully, put down the light gun in his hand, took out a rag from his waist, and wet it with the little water left. He raised his hand and thought

Wipe Volturno's bloody face.

Volturno did not refuse this kindness, and did not even ask the guard why he wasted precious water - there was no point.

Death was imminent, and Volturno wouldn't have a problem with it if it made them feel better.

He just felt guilty.

He came to save them, but failed to do anything. After the four-year Badab War, the Weeper Chapter surrendered to the Imperial Inquisitors. At that time, they only had 311 men left, and then one

A hundred years of atonement expedition... Even though an official risked his death to allow them to recruit troops once, it was still better than nothing.

By the time they landed at Mavolion, only 201 people remained.

201 people, no one had any objection to this decision to support Marvolion. They were guilty and they must atone for their sins - not to mention, saving mortals is their duty. Three unsatisfied companies landed by air, among which

Including a death company, the chapter leader and seven brothers serving as guards are on standby on the barge...

His thoughts gradually drifted away.

The ground behind the two guards bulged, and a piece of turf was lifted. A dirty child crawled out from the hole. He was so thin that he couldn't even tell whether he was a boy or a girl. Her mother followed closely behind her, a flaxen-colored child.

His hair was in a mess, one arm disappeared, and he was buried together with the child's father under the ruthless teeth of the insects.

The civilians all came out, fifteen of them. Volturno didn't know if these were the only local residents left on Mavolion, but he sincerely hoped that someone would escape. Just as he hoped that his communication channel

Someone inside responded to him.

"grown ups."

Solich, the iron guard with a broken leg, used his light gun as a crutch on the ground and pursed his lips tightly: "Where are your other brothers?"

"No response." Volturno said. "They may have all returned to the Golden Throne."

His indifference made Tie Wei tremble uncontrollably. He murmured a few words dryly: "Well, at least there is... in the sky? When you came, I saw floating

You can still walk on the ship in the sky, right?"

"Solich, do you want me to escape?" Volturno asked.

"What? No, no, I want you to retreat - we can't leave, but at least you can still do it. You don't have to die with us. You have done enough."

Volturno did not answer this sentence immediately.

He glanced at the other people present, and everyone looked at him. Even the child. They didn't lie. This intention was forged by them together, and there was absolutely no falsehood in it.

Volturno's cheek twitched a few times, and he wanted to say something, but failed. After two minutes, he said: "No, I won't do that."

"But--"

"—Nothing, Solich."

Volturno picked up his helmet, rubbed the mottled edge, and said calmly: "All five Storm Ravens have been destroyed by bugs during fire support, and I cannot contact the ship through the server in my helmet.

, and has no means of leaving the ground.”

Solich stopped talking. The iron guard looked as if he was about to cry. He shook his body, gripped the edge of the light gun tightly, and said a few broken words: "I'm very,

I'm sorry, my lord...I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"We failed to - defend." He was almost sobbing. "We only have two regiments and one armored regiment. We arrived as soon as the Zerg beacon was discovered, but it was still a step too late. Those gene stealers

Those... civil unrest..."

Volturno looked at the iron guard who had fought with him for two days. The opponent didn't even cry when he lost his right leg, but his muscles were almost spasming at this moment. He looked at him, and then realized that Solich was

Avoid his gaze.

Because of guilt.

This paranoid mortal took the defeat of the battle on themselves. He even felt that the heavy casualties suffered by the Astartes were all due to their fault.

Volturno showed a smile. He rarely smiled, at least since the beginning of the Atonement Crusade, especially a smile like this from the heart.

"Tiewei, look at me."

Solich forced himself to raise his head.

"What do you see?"

"I-I don't know, sir?"

"Let me tell you, Iron Guard," Volturno said calmly. "What you see is a loser, a loser who cannot fulfill his duty. I cannot protect you from the terrifying alien claws. Let you

To avoid death and pain, from this point of view, I am a huge failure."

A small wave of protest broke out from the crowd, and the child was the loudest. Her illogical words came out of her mouth, and her skinny fingers pointed at Volturno, trembling every time.

"We are too few in number," Volturno continued. "I'm sorry to say this, but it is true. We only have two hundred and one people, and we cannot fully perform our duties."

"Coming with us, there is also a chapter called the Emperor's Scythe. They are responsible for supervising us because we have made mistakes. We are conducting a redemption expedition... but they have already

There is no time to continue their duties, their home planet Sousa is also on the route of the Hive Fleet's invasion. They are fighting hard there, and I hope they can win."

"So, there will be no more support."

Volturno looked at them - those under his protection.

"So I won't leave, I will stay with you."

An hour and a half later, they arrived.

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The Mother of Tears - A weathered battle barge, a massive, mobile fortress, home to the Lamenters. She rests in the orbit of Mavolion, while some quarrel within.

Desperate quarrel.

"We must go down!"

"But, sir! We don't have enough drop pods!"

The technical sergeant who spoke put his head in his hands: "The Lucius airborne pods have been used up, sir! All the Storm Crows have crashed, and we have the last Thunderhawk left!"

The Chapter Leader who had issued orders to him before pursed his lips and widened his eyes. After a moment, he said: "Take the Battle Flag of Tears, take everything we can, and give the slaves and servo skulls."

Set up self-protection procedures and let the servants drive the Mother of Tears away to find support, or escape and return to the empire."

"grown ups?!"

"This is an order!" the Chapter Master roared. "There are still people on the ground! I can't believe they died like this! Three companies - how can there be no survivors? We have to go down, we have to find them, we have to

Bring them back with those civilians!"

"The tragedy of Slaughterhouse Three will never happen again——! Go quickly!"

The technical sergeant did as he was told.

After the death of Malakin Fros was confirmed, the then Chapter Master, Forbo Lileo, closed his eyes in pain. He did not know how to face this painful fact again - some said, the Weeper

It is a cursed war group. In the past, he had always opposed this statement and scorned it.

But now, he had to admit that those people's claims were not groundless.

The Chapter's history was quickly passing before his eyes.

Participated in the Ninth Black Crusade, and was reduced to only two hundred people for a planet called Aurirea, and was lost in the subspace for a century.

During the Collins Expedition, two-thirds of the three hundred Chapter Brothers were killed. The Battle of Slaughterhouse Three, which they will never forget, took place during this expedition.

Badab War - They made a stupid mistake.

There were only 311 brothers left out of the original 870 after the war. Even the Stormmaiden battle cruiser, which had accompanied the Chapter through life and death, was confiscated by the Minotaur Chapter as a trophy afterwards, and

Disturbed strike cruisers, Dawn Reapers strike cruisers... A series of important ships of the Chapter were captured.

They were not even allowed to replenish their troops after the war. If an official from the Ministry of Military Affairs had not risked death to recruit them in a remote world, I am afraid they would not have received any replenishment at all.

And the death of their hero, Chapter Master Malakin Fros.

Then, under such circumstances, they carried out a redemption expedition. Morale was low, and the symptoms of black rage became more and more obvious. The number of brothers in the death company increased, even soaring to seventy people. This was very important to them.

It is simply a huge disaster.

Along the way, they were not recognized, were ostracized by other war groups, and were rumored to be traitors...

Does it all really make sense?

Forbo Lileo tightened his grip on the bloody broadsword at his waist. It was a relic of Malakin Fros. It was also the only finely crafted power sword they had left. He rubbed its handle and kept thinking in his mind.

He chanted the Emperor's Prayer in an attempt to calm himself down - but he couldn't do it.

He couldn't do it because he was too desperate.

Blood and tears flowed from his eyes, hitting the tactical sand table in front of him. Despair and anger surged in his heart, along with deep sorrow - but, if... if they do

No one will remember all this, and they will even be recorded in history as 'shameful betrayers'...

"Emperor——!"

Forbo Lileo cried out in pain, despair, and for the first time in his life.

"We have tried our best... We have done the best we can... We risk our lives to defend your glory... I, Chapter Master of the Lamenters Chapter, Fu

Bo Lileo, I beg you—!

"Please answer—! What did we do wrong to deserve such a cruel fate?!"