Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

If you want to test a man's character, give him power.

It is no longer known who the ancient proverb came from, and the truth has been dissipated in the wind along with the bones. Whenever someone reads this sentence, it is like the wind blowing through the empty ribs of the dead bones. This kind of echo is their influence in the world.

The last thing left.

Steve raised his hand, indicating that everyone else should stay outside the door and not follow him in. Helbricht naturally asked: "How can I let you stay alone with that vicious killer?

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"She is an ally now, Supreme Marshal." Steve replied gently. "And, don't you think I have the ability to protect myself?"

He patted his arm half-jokingly, and then Helbricht belatedly remembered that the gentle and polite man in front of him was a primarch. He lowered his head in embarrassment and stopped talking.

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"Then, Sicarius, please open your door."

"...As you command, my lord."

Sicarius opened his door as if resigned to his fate, Steve stepped in, and the door closed behind him. The room was dark, but it didn't apply to him.

The darkness faded softly from under his feet. Steve's eyes penetrated the surrendered darkness and stared at Lyris, who was huddled in the corner and shivering.

"I bear you no ill will, ma'am."

"...That's not what your psychic power says." She said with fear.

"Maybe, but I can't control it yet." Steve nodded noncommittally.

He did not let Wen Zhen turn on the light for the time being. He was familiar with conversation skills and knew that the most important thing at the moment was to stabilize Liz's mood. Hasty stimulation was not advisable - however, a question also began to arise in Steve's mind.

My heart was spinning.

What exactly is his power?

Lyss Hesperax, one of the most dangerous Eldar in the entire galaxy. A warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles would be unfair to describe, a warrior who does not need any armor and can fight with just a pair of daggers.

A killer who outshines the Chaos Terminator in one-on-one combat.

And this power can scare her into this state.

Steve doesn’t think that Lys doesn’t have a will that matches her achievements. This is impossible. Anyone who has experienced hundreds of battles must have an iron will. This is a law. The two complement each other and are indispensable.

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He was silent for a while, and then said: "I am here to ask you for information about Graca the Facetearer, Ms. Lys. You once said that your god gave you a revelation and you know its location.

So, where is it now?"

"...I can't describe it directly. It's a feeling. Your pattern array can understand this feeling. The old captain's coordinates were extracted from my 'feeling'."

"Your god gave you a 'feeling'?"

Steve's expression turned slightly strange.

But Lisi's voice became serious: "Yinniede's actions have their own intentions, and every word and deed she says has its own laws of the universe - I forgive your doubts, but don't do it again next time."

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When she said the second half of the sentence, she obviously lacked confidence and had to finish it bravely.

Steve shook his head and did not express any personal opinions on her beliefs. To him, the identity and character of the god were irrelevant, and he did not even care whether this Yinnyede really existed.

As long as Liz is still a human being, he will not make irresponsible remarks about her beliefs.

"So, ma'am, can you share your feelings with Wen Zhen again?"

He clapped his hands in a rather small motion, a slight sound rang out, soft lights lit up in the room, and the darkness was completely dispelled. Lys huddled in the corner, not even daring to look at him.

"I originally planned to do this...but you insisted on coming to the boat and disrupted my plan." She complained softly.

Steve didn't say anything, he just turned around, opened the door, and walked out. He glanced at Sicarius, who was looking at the corridor with an upright expression, and patted him on the shoulder, meaningfully.

He shook his head.

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The Octanes Sector is a sector that has been favored by demons, orcs and Tyranids. On the surface, it seems that the entire sector has already fallen, but in fact this is not the case.

Human beings are tenacious, and they can always find a way out somewhere. Even in a terrifying world that is completely enveloped by radiation, some humans can survive.

Living is the nature of everyone.

Just like this gang-hopping battle that took place on the Retribution-class battleship Faith Messenger.

It is responsible for guarding the Forge World of Sigmar Ustari - a duty that has become extremely difficult at this time, considering the situation surrounding the Forge World.

However, the Imperial Navy still faithfully performed their duties.

Rest until death.

Tarixis pulled the trigger, and red beams of light flew out from the muzzle one after another. His shooting skills were very superb, so the position he and his dead team were responsible for guarding were still under the control of the navy.

Under control.

"Sergeant Tarixis, report to me your current situation."

"This is a bad situation, sir."

Talixis spoke in a very soft voice, almost drowned out by the roars of the orcs and the low roar of his light gun. He had always been like this, so his commander had long been used to it.

"How bad, Sergeant? Could it be worse than that time you jumped into a gang and got knocked unconscious by one of your own grenades?"

"Absolutely right, sir. All my team except me are dead, my bolter ammo has been used up, and my power sword was too late to retrieve from an orc's body. I only have one weapon left.

m35 light gun and a picked-up combat shotgun. Fortunately, there is plenty of ammunition."

He recounted his current situation clearly and methodically, and at the same time adjusted the light gun to the three-shot gear, with the butt against his shoulder. The soft recoil gave him good feedback, and the m35 fired three bursts.

Once again he killed an orc that was trying to rush towards him from the narrow passage.

"Understood, Sergeant, hold your position and stay alive. I will send support to your location as soon as possible. May the Emperor protect you."

The communication was hung up with a beep, and the channel fell into silence again. Tarixis knew very well why his superiors sent people to rescue him - make no mistake, he was just a small Imperial Navy armed force.

A non-commissioned officer does not have a distinguished background.

The reason why the commander was so concerned about his position and safety was because the position he was responsible for garrisoning was very important.

Behind him is one of the twelve weapons depots on the Messenger of Faith. If this place is lost, the consequences will be disastrous. The orcs can achieve such terrible results with tattered weapons. No one dares to think that they are armed with imperial weapons.

The look of charging.

——With their physique, these beasts may be able to hold a heavy shotgun in each hand, or simply charge with a heavy multi-barreled laser gun. That kind of destructive firepower is fatal in the narrow corridors of the ship.

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Talixis carefully observed the opposite side of the dark corridor. It was quiet there, and the orcs seemed to shrink back. He popped out from behind the bunker, jumped out of the bunker with a light gun in his arms, rolled over and came to a man who had been dead for a long time.

Next to the navy armed soldiers.

"Sorry, brother."

He reached out and took a combat knife from the dead brother's belt, taking the knife and scabbard together. Then came the ammunition for the shotgun. The intense search for supplies only lasted a short minute and a half.

I had to go back to the bunker again and set up my gun.

The ground was shaking, and the metal floor was shaking. Dust danced wildly in the hazy light overhead and the firelight in the corridor. The smell of blood rushed into Tarixis's nostrils. He took a deep breath, and the gun butt fired again.

Hold against your shoulders.

An orc wearing heavy armor rushed out with a ferocious helmet on his head. Behind him were more green-skinned hybrids that were slightly shorter than it. Their iconic war roars once again reached Tarixis's ears.

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The corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably, and he cursed angrily: "Damn beast!"

Heavy armor - Although the heavy armor on the beast was obviously assembled, and there was no trace of welding even hidden. However, Tarixis knew very well that the appearance of the orc weapons and armor was irrelevant.

A light gun can't penetrate this kind of thing, you have to get close... But, can he really survive being approached by an orc wearing heavy armor?

No time to think.

Tarixis pulled the trigger, killing the unarmored orcs accurately. The light gun could still play its due role in the face of such flesh and blood bodies. He moved the muzzle methodically, and pulled the trigger.

Pulling the trigger, he forcibly created a path of death in the 700-meter corridor.

However, the heavily armored orc was already in sight. It came here trampling on the blood and bones of its companions, and came to Tarixis.

It only has one thing to do.

Tarixis gritted his teeth, threw down his light gun, and took out the combat shotgun that had been placed behind the bunker. This action took him two seconds.

In just two seconds, the orc had rushed in front of him in a real sense - Tarixis could see its cruel eyes through the gaps in its ridiculous helmet, and could smell the stench on its body.

, you can also see the rust on the chain saw ax in its hand.

At this moment, his mind was blank, only instinct.

Instinct drives him.

"boom--!"

The sound of huge gunshots echoed in the corridor. Tarixis fell to the ground, burning pain came from his back. Regardless of checking, he immediately left the place, and at the same time raised the muzzle of the gun and fired repeatedly. The combat shotgun was terrifying.

The firepower hit the heavily armored orc's corpse, completely turning it into a rotten lake of iron and flesh.

Breathing heavily, Talixis didn't know whether to be grateful or grateful to the Emperor.

He kissed the combat shotgun in his hand. This treasure is always more reliable than a light gun at close range. At the same time, a strange voice came from the headset built into the helmet: "Sergeant Tarixis, we are a

-7 armed squad is moving towards your location, please reply when you receive it."

"Received, received, A-7 armed team, this is Tarixis, I have received your message."

"Understood, Sergeant, we will be there soon."

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