Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Anjiade rotated his wrist, letting the black sword in his hand rotate in a circle according to inertia. He has been the Emperor's Champion for eleven years, and this is one of the many habits he left behind in battle.

After doing this, he raised his right foot high. The artificial muscles and the servo operated smoothly, and his power was superimposed on it, causing it to fall hard, and an orc head that had just been chopped off was

It was easily trampled into a pulp.

Yes, this is also one of his habits.

"champion."

A voice sounded in his communication channel, that of a priest. His original name was abandoned by himself, and he announced that he would never use it again until the shame was washed away. There are many priests in the Black Temple, but

If you only say the word pastor, he is the only person that comes to mind.

Unlike the fanatical voices of most priests during battle, his voice was extremely calm: "Brother Kengar reported that an orc broke through the trap they set and is rushing towards the corridor you are guarding."

"Understood." Anjiade returned to the center of the corridor, and the black sword was inserted into the ground smoothly by him. "Is there any other news?"

"Proceed with caution," the priest warned. "Don't let this monster be your death."

Anjiade snorted: "It won't..."

After the words fell, as if there was a call from somewhere, an ugly and strong beast with a distorted face rushed over from the other end of the corridor. It had a lot of blood and minced meat on its body, and there was a deep wound on its abdomen. Anjiade knew,

Those should be the traces left by Kengar's trap.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth and disappeared quickly: Well done, my brother, you must make these aliens miserable...

He lifted the black sword, and the blade itself was lifted smoothly from the ground without any hindrance.

The beast roared while charging towards him, holding a huge human-shattering saw in its hand, which had obviously been crudely modified by their inferior race. The saw teeth became more wild, and the sword body became larger, and the most

The key point is that Anjiade discovered that the lower end of the chain sword's handle was equipped with a small Eradicator model flamethrower.

Well, the battle is now a little more challenging.

Anjiade leaned down, and the black sword was flattened and lowered by him, and the power armor made a dull buzz. He began to charge, the black sword cut through the air and the sultry air on the ship, the inscription on the sword was shining, and it seemed to be there too

Desire to kill.

And the beast was already approaching him. The closer it got, the more Anjiade could see every detail of it. The ugly face, the eyes without any reason or wisdom. A sense of superiority and arrogance.

It began to boil in his heart - indeed, excluding humans, these aliens are all ugly monsters!

"die!"

He roared, and the black sword struck at the wound on the orc's chest and abdomen at a fatal speed. As long as it hit, there would be no chance of its survival.

The black sword will cut through its disgusting flesh, destroy its muscles, internal organs and bones, and then chop it in half. After that, Anjiade will add a stab to ensure that it is full of blasphemy.

The thinking brain is destroyed.

Anjiade thinks so, but will things really work like this?

Obviously not.

As if he was struck by lightning, Anjiade was caught off guard and was thrown away by some kind of scalding airflow. Even the power armor could not save his skin from the burning pain. The scene captured by his eyepiece was quickly turned upside down and transformed into

A chaotic and disorderly flow.

He held the black sword tightly, as if he was holding his own life - after spinning in the air countless times, he finally touched the ground.

The violent impact caused Anjiade to feel a tearing pain in his abdomen. He began to be unable to capture the sounds of the outside world and could only hear sharp and distorted screams. There must be something wrong with his eardrums. Of course, there was also his eyes. He had already

I can no longer observe the outside world through the eyepiece. My eyes are going black and I can't see anything.

what happened?

Anjiade couldn't get up, but he was still able to think briefly and clearly through the pain. He knew that he was probably attacked in some way. But the question was, what could have beaten him like this?

This news must be communicated to the Chapter Master.

He opened his mouth and wanted to speak. The communication channel was not disconnected. As long as he spoke, the brothers in the battle group would be able to learn the news that a powerful enemy was coming - but he was unable to do this.

His tongue was numb, and he could only make a small hissing sound from his throat. This discovery made him extremely annoyed. How could this be?

Just when he wanted to try a few more times, there was a continuous vibration on the ground where he was lying, as if something was running towards him. This feeling made Anjiade want to smile bitterly.

He knew that he was probably going to be killed by the attacker.

This kind of death is truly an unprecedented shame for an Emperor's champion. And...the Black Sword...

He tried to move his fingers. This precious weapon, the proof of courage, was still in his hand. It was still in the hands of the Black Templar, but what happens next? Will the black sword be lost from Anjiade's hand?

, taken away by aliens, taken away by them...

No, we can't let this happen.

With steely willpower, he began to try to move his right hand, wanting to throw the black sword far away - to be precise, push it farther. However, a pair of hands pulled him up from the ground, and then, a light came on

Golden light.

The distant voices were quickly brought back to him by this power, along with the lost warmth. A voice sounded in his ears, calm and firm, but containing worry: "Soldier, are you okay? Answer me."

"Ho--"

Anjiade breathed out from his throat and wanted to answer. After the fourth try, he finally said a broken word: "Who is...?"

The owner of the voice was obviously relieved and put him down, leaning against the wall. Then he quickly found the separation device of his helmet. This familiarity made Anjiade sigh with relief - at least the person who saved him knew it.

How to remove the helmet, aliens cannot have this kind of knowledge.

The helmet was taken off, burning air and the pungent smell of blood instantly poured into his nasal cavity, followed by more sounds.

"Sir, is he okay?"

"He is fine, but he needs a period of rest to recover his eyesight. Pedro, take the people to control the surrounding area. It seems that we have crashed into an Orc flagship that is being jumped... Frank

,Where are you going?"

A cold voice sounded, and just hearing it made Anjiade shudder. The person who spoke seemed to be a dead thing, and the cold air hit his face: "Kill."

"I'm afraid I can't let you go, Frank, this is the center of the battlefield, and you can't do it on your own terms."

The person who rescued him said with great seriousness: "The situation is uncertain. We were pulled here by the psychic energy of the orcs. The ship's hull was damaged in many places. The formation cannot even conduct a complete battlefield analysis. You have to stay here and stay with us."

Fight alongside."

"...Okay, Captain." The cold voice seemed to sigh. "As ordered."

"As for you, soldier, are you a brother of the Black Templars?"

"I... am..." Anjiade answered with difficulty.

"He should be an Emperor's Champion, my lord, and that is a black sword."

The man named Pedro spoke again, with surprise in his voice: "The Emperor's Champion is here. The Black Templar must have sent out many people. What are you doing here?"

"expedition......."

Anjiade opened his mouth, tried hard to move his numb tongue, and answered his question: "Our...mission...expedition."

"Don't answer the question yet, Soldier Pharmacist——!"

A footstep approached quickly.

"grown ups?"

"Send this soldier and his weapons back to our ship. I will give you the authority to pry open the door of the treatment room and ask the formation to urgently call a treatment cabin. Soldier, you can still hear me, right?"

Anjiade nodded slightly.

"I need to temporarily take away your helmet to access your internal communication channel. Please forgive me, but the situation is urgent and I have to do this." There was an apology in the voice. "Have a good rest, I will definitely keep it intact.

The land will be returned to you."

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Steve looked worriedly at the beautifully decorated helmet belonging to the Emperor's Champion in his hand, and stared at the cross-shaped coat of arms for a long time.

The whole thing happened too fast, and he still couldn't calm down completely. A few seconds after the waghhh roar sounded, Wen Zhen reported an explosive news to him - they were being attacked by a group of people.

A stream of psychic energy came from nowhere and was dragged into the subspace.

Steve was extremely surprised, but before he could give any orders, the subspace threw them out again. The ship's engine was even running, and the scene outside the porthole was torn into blurred objects that were difficult to distinguish at such a fast speed.

, just like that, they crashed into the orc flagship.

At first, he was worried that the ship he hit was an imperial ship, causing unnecessary casualties. But the formation quickly reported that it was an orc flagship, and they were surrounded by a group of orc pirates.

Then, what needs to be done is very simple.

After thinking for a while, Steve turned the helmet over, and his right wrist armor lit up with silver light. The pattern quickly connected to the communication channel inside the helmet through his armor. Then, he tried to say something

Words: "Can anyone hear me? Repeat, can anyone hear me?"

At the same time, on the other side of the spacecraft, Cato Sicarius almost began to doubt his ears.

What's going on? Why did I hear that adult's voice...?

He wanted to answer, but someone had already beaten him to it. Helbrecht's voice sounded in the communication channel, with unconcealed irritability. He didn't know what he had gone through: "Who? Who connected to this

Communication channel?!”

"This is Steve Rogers speaking. You may not have heard of me, but it doesn't matter. I will connect Pedro Cantor, Chapter Master of the Crimson Fist, into the communication channel."

After a brief silence, another voice sounded in the communication channel: "This is Pedro Canto, the leader of the Crimson Fist Chapter. Repeat, this is Pedro Canto, the leader of the Crimson Fist Chapter. Black

Brothers of the Temple, we found one of your champions. He was seriously injured, but he has been properly treated at the rear."

"I have heard you, Chapter Master Pedro Cantor, our blood brother."

Helbrecht quickly regained his composure, but his voice was not very calm. Everyone could hear the sound of him pulling the sword blade out of the body of a roaring orc.

"This is Helbrecht, the Supreme Marshal of the Black Templars speaking to you. As you can see, Chapter Master Pedro Cantor, we are on a holy expedition. May I ask you and your war

Why did the regiment break into the battlefield?"

Pedro and Steve looked at each other, and after receiving a look from the latter, he said: "This matter is very complicated and I can't explain it to you in person. If possible, can we meet as soon as possible?"

"Of course, Chapter Master Pedro, but I am not the only commander of this expedition."

Helbrecht agreed readily, but also with some cunning. Obviously, he did not completely believe Pedro's statement - after all, it was all a coincidence, wasn't it?

Therefore, he added: "Captain Cato Sicarius, can you hear me? Please answer, repeat, please answer."

Steve raised his eyebrows, never expecting to hear a familiar name here.

The next second, Sicarius's seemingly feeble voice rang in the communication channel: "I...can hear you, Supreme Marshal. Lord Steve, are you still on the channel?"

grown ups?!

Helbrecht, who was busy dismembering the orcs, frowned suddenly - what kind of identity did the other party have that allowed the second captain of the Ultramarines to be called this? Planetary Governor? No, this second captain was Ultramar.

One of the lords...

Ten thousand guesses ran through Helbrecht's mind, but it was impossible for him to guess the correct answer.

"I'm still here, Sicarius, I'm so happy to hear your voice!" Steve laughed heartily. "Is there anyone else? Are you working with the Black Templars? Guilliman and

How is Marius doing?"

?!

Helbrecht turned his head and looked at his flag bearer, wanting to confirm that he heard correctly - this man just called His Highness the Regent by his first name?!

The flag bearer nodded towards him and made a gesture of confusion. Obviously, no one could figure out who the other party was.

"Well, my lord, the Primarch has been fine lately. Chapter Master Marius is staying with him on Macragge's Flare... Why are you here?"

Steve sighed: "It's a long story, Sicarius. By the way, Frank is with me too."

"That's really... not an honor."

Sicarius was obviously trying hard to find the right words: "Please bring my greetings to him, my lord. In addition, I am connecting the pattern array near you through the pattern array, and I will share the map on the ship with you."

"You are still so thorough in everything you do." Steve praised. "We will meet you soon. Supreme Marshal Helbrecht, are you still there?"

"...I-I'm still, uh, Steve... Sir? Sir?"

The Supreme Marshal said cautiously: "Who are you?"

Steve laughed: "We'll talk about it when we meet. Supreme Marshal, don't worry, I'm just a soldier."