Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

What happened to Sergeant Talixis is just a small microcosm.

Gang jumping is a cruel term in the dark galaxy. Many people love this method of attack, but they also know very well that if possible, gang jumping is always the second choice.

It's a pity that the orcs won't talk to you about 'second choice'. For their simple minds, it may be difficult to say whether the word choice exists or not.

"Captain Dhalikar needs medical support, I repeat, Captain Dhalikar needs medical support!"

The young and promising Commodore Vensatoria dragged an old man to the back of the position with blood on his face, and at the same time yelled in the communication channel. However, there was no answer from the medical nuns in the channel, which meant

There are two situations.

First, all those respectable ladies were killed by the orcs. Second, there was a problem with the communication relay and they could not be contacted.

Either way is not a good thing.

Vensatoria gritted his teeth and held down the captain's chest and abdomen, which was still bleeding, but the old man with white hair and beard shook his head weakly at him. Captain Dalikal was famous for fighting together with the soldiers, so this was also

This is one of the reasons why he was hit by a stray bullet.

"There is no chance of me surviving, Vensatoria. That bullet may have shattered my internal organs. In fact, I am not dead yet, and I am already at the mercy of the Emperor."

It was clear that his voice was trembling in pain, but Captain Dalikal still maintained his proper demeanor and demeanor. He stared at Vensatoria, moved his neck hard and nodded to him: "I am the colonel, and you are

Commodore, therefore, after my death, you are to take over command of the Messenger of Faith and become her captain, is there any problem?"

"No problem, Captain."

"You are the captain now. Ah..."

He let out a last soft sigh and stopped moving. The long-renowned Captain Dalikal, whom Vensatoria regarded as his father, died.

But Vensatoria had no time to grieve - he was not allowed to grieve.

He doesn't have that qualification. Every minute and second he wastes in grief is a waste of precious opportunities gained by the soldiers' hard work and a sacrilege of their fearless sacrifice.

Vensatoria turned his head, and a chaotic scene broke out in front of his eyes.

The soldiers fired randomly at the dark cabin, seemingly losing their composure. He frowned, stopped a soldier who was transporting the wounded, and shouted at him amidst the gunfire: "Who is your commander?!"

"Sir is dead, sir!"

The soldier responded with the same roar: "We are stationed in the hangar in accordance with the command's orders to prevent those beasts from approaching!"

Command?!

Vensatoria was overjoyed - since it was an order from the headquarters, it meant that at least part of the think tank formed by the captain and those high-ranking officers were still alive, and they still had a chance to turn the tide of the war.

The sudden attack of the orcs paralyzed most of the facilities on the Messenger of Faith and divided it into many different small battlefields. However, as long as the headquarters is still there, there is still hope.

Vensatoria's idea is not groundless. He is very aware of the combat qualities and abilities of the soldiers on the Messenger of Faith. They may seem panicked now, but that is only temporary... After all, no matter how good the soldiers are, they are not.

The transfer of officers is in vain. They must cooperate with each other to achieve victory. No war can be won entirely by relying on soldiers or entirely on officers.

"How long ago did the command's order arrive at the hangar?!"

"Forty-seven minutes ago, sir!"

The soldier was almost yelling. Someone had just thrown a few shock bombs, and the loud noise made everyone have to speak at the top of their lungs.

Vensatoria was almost certain that the medical nuns were not killed by the orcs, but that there was a problem with the communication relay. Otherwise, there would be no need for him to communicate with the soldier so hard. The communication channel could solve this problem.

"Very well, very well! Hold your ground, soldier!"

Vensatoria raised his hand and pointed at the old captain's body: "That's the body of Captain Dalikkar. Put him at the back of the position!"

There was a firm light in his eyes: "Find me fifteen more people. I want a complete armed team. We have to open a road to the headquarters!"

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At the same time, in the command center where Vensatoria was thinking, a woman was grabbing a pair of headphones and yelling.

This woman with a heroic face roared in a manner that was completely inconsistent with her appearance. She was simply yelling at her filial piety.

"Second Lieutenant Araxon, I gave you seventy armed soldiers, and half an hour later, you told me that there were only twenty-one of them left?! And you haven't even completed the task I gave you! You...

Damn you idiot, you are simply tarnishing your last name!"

A man's breathless voice came from the earphones: "I'm sorry, Captain Lillie! But the route to the second engine has been completely occupied by orcs! It's impossible for seventy people to pass through them and reach the second engine.

Engine! You must—"

"——Shut your fucking mouth, take your useless ass and go back to Hangar 4 to support the people there! Useless trash! Prepare to be a second lieutenant for the rest of your life!"

The woman named Captain Rilph angrily threw the earphones in her hand on the command podium, and then limped to the other side. She picked up another pair of earphones and started calling.

"This is the command post, I repeat, this is the command post! Medical Sisters, are you okay?"

After a brief noise, a calm female voice answered her in the background of the screams: "This is Medical Sister Stacie, who is calling?"

"I am Captain Lilv, Sister Staci, how are you doing?"

"We used the church as our base to launch a long front."

Sister Stacie's voice seemed to be very smooth. She even comforted the patient who was being operated on during her speech, and then continued to answer Lilv.

"There are many soldiers fighting alongside us, and all four important aisles near the church have been recaptured by us."

Lilf suddenly let out a sigh of relief - originally, there were specialized military doctors in the navy, and they did not have to follow the messengers of faith.

It was Captain Dalikal who allowed them to board the ship against all objections. No one knew what he was thinking. However, this incomprehensible decision had a profound impact and gave Lilfu a shot in the arm at the moment.

Heart-tonic... "Your Majesty, Sister Staci, I really don't know how I can thank you!"

"Don't thank me, Captain, thank the Emperor. It was in compliance with his will that we boarded your ship."

Sister Stasi's voice was still very calm: "So, tell me, what do you need us to do for you?"

"That's right, Sister. There is a communication relay station seven hundred meters near your church. It is connected to the communication network at the stern of the ship. It is now paralyzed. We must get it back to work!"

"I see."

Sister Stacie answered calmly, her tone once making Rilph think she was talking to the battle sisters.

——Obviously, she is one of those people who doesn’t know much about the medical nuns, or has misunderstandings.

Many people think that medical nuns are powerless and are just simple doctors. They don't know how tenacious these nuns are who are used to seeing blood and death but still maintain a compassionate heart.

They are indeed the gentlest among the nuns, and can even give soldiers effective medical advice in psychological counseling, but this does not mean that they cannot defend the empire and crush heretics or aliens.

Sister Staci, who was far away on the church front line, put down the scalpel in her hand, applied ointment to the wound of the poor soldier whose leg was cut off, and wrapped his wound with quick but gentle movements.

Then, she left the anesthetized soldier, walked out of the church door, and found the temporary commander of the soldiers.

"Lieutenant, I just received a message from Captain Rilph from the headquarters. She hopes that we can repair the communication relay station near the church."

The lieutenant, who kept talking into the earphones, gave her a gesture and an apologetic look, hoping that she would wait for him. After he used dirty words for the fourth time, he finally put down the earphones in his hands.

"Sorry, Sister, these idiots don't even know how to support Sergeant Tarixis. I have to mobilize people to help him. By the Emperor, he and his team are responsible for the weapons arsenal."

The lieutenant shook his head: "You just said that Captain Rilph wants us to repair the communication relay station, right? I understand."

He raised his hand and picked up the earphones, intending to find a team of people to carry out this task. But Sister Staci raised her hand to stop him.

"I want to join in, Lieutenant."

"What...?"

The lieutenant's expression indicated that he might have suspected something was wrong with his ears, but Sister Staci quickly gave a different medical order that dispelled his doubts about the function of his ears.

"I said, I also want to participate in this mission, Lieutenant."

"Are you sure?"

The lieutenant asked cautiously: "You are a medical nun. If you stay in the church - just like your other sisters, you will undoubtedly be able to exert greater power."

"I can't bear it anymore."

Sister Staci's expression gradually became fanatical, and she placed her hand on the revolver on her waist. This was their only weapon. It seemed inconspicuous, but it could kill an orc with one shot... She

Said word by word: "I can't stand the Emperor's loyal soldiers being sent to our operating room by these damn beasts, wailing and suffering. They must pay the price for this, and I want to kill them with my own hands -!

"

The lieutenant took a step back without leaving a trace. The nun's beautiful face had been distorted to an indescribable state. It was obvious that she had a particularly fanatical belief.

So he decided to compromise. There were many reasons, but the main reason was not actually because of the nun's fanaticism.

Rather, it was because of some things that happened to Sister Staci, and some legendary stories that circulated - this nun had actually been able to be promoted a long time ago, but she always refused.

Not only that, she has repeatedly performed extraordinary feats as a medical sister in some battles. Whenever anyone asks, she will say that this is the emperor's will.

The lieutenant nodded to her: "I understand, Sister."

In this way, everything is going on smoothly, war is everywhere, and war is going on forever.

It's no wonder that Khorne became the most powerful evil god. Slaanesh only desires pleasure, Nurgle only seeks corruption, and the things Khorne loves are everywhere in the galaxy.

Death, blood, war - synonymous with Khorne.

People don't have the qualifications and rights to get rid of it, at least not yet.

The Messenger of Faith floating in the orbit of the forge world Sigma Ustari is still fighting for the paralyzed communication network, but Sigma Ustari itself has already fallen deeper into the flames of war.

——Up to now, this news is still known to only a few people.

Use a knife to scratch the wallpaper to remind you: remember to collect it after reading it

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