Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

After running over the stardust, the two ships roared silently in the vacuum. They had a streamlined appearance and beautiful silver color that did not fit the imperial ship, nor did they have a strong Gothic style. However, the Imperial Skyhawk was shining at the front of the ship.

Glow.

Steve breathed steadily, one after another, and he did not change his breathing pattern just because the battle was about to begin. After so many battles, there was one thing that he had already learned by heart.

Those who do not keep calm are not qualified to win in war.

"grown ups."

Sicarius lowered his head respectfully: "The formation reports that we have entered the edge of the Octalius sector."

Steve nodded and suddenly asked a seemingly unrelated question: "How do you feel, Sicarius?"

"...What, my lord?"

Sicarius raised his head blankly, as if he didn't hear clearly what he asked. The second company commander thought there was something wrong with his ears, but Steve's next words told him: No, your ears are good.

Very.

"I said, how do you feel?"

Steve looked at him patiently: "The war is coming, do you have any special feelings?"

"This - sir, I feel nothing."

Sicarius decided to tell the truth, he had never lied to Steve: "Since a long time ago I had no expectation or disgust for the upcoming battle. To me it was more like nature

Part of the routine, as natural as eating or breathing. It's my instinct, it's our instinct."

You are so broken.

Steve looked at him with pity, and the sudden look in his eyes made Sicarius feel a sore nose. He had long lost the right and ability to cry, but the psychic power was sharing Steve's compassion without reservation.

he.

"My lord..." Sicarius said tremblingly. "Your power..."

"oh!"

Steve quickly closed his eyes and stopped letting his emotions affect Sicarius.

He just closed his eyes apologetically and said: "Sorry, Sicarius, I still can't get familiar with it. This kind of spiritual attribute that was awakened later is really difficult for me to control..."

"It's not your fault, you're just taking responsibility."

Sicarius pursed his lips, and they fell into an awkward silence. Fortunately, Wen Zhen got out of the situation in time.

"A gang-hopping battle has been detected ahead. A Retribution-class battleship is being jumped by two orc ships. The situation is critical."

Its electronic synthesized sound without any emotion sounded quite chilling, and it might have been a mistake. Steve squinted his eyes slightly, stood up from his seat, and the atmosphere in the room quietly changed.

.

A second ago, they were having a conversation in a harmonious atmosphere (?), but now, there was only pure coldness and ruthlessness in the cab. Sicarius raised his head and found that Steve's eyes were exuding golden light.

glow.

Beautiful, but bitingly cold, it even made him shudder.

"Changing the target priority will help set the Retribution-class battleship as the first priority target, warm up the gun holes, and prepare for salvo fire. Inform the crews of both ships to be ready, and send Frank a separate teleport to let him go there.

A Retribution-class battleship to help them."

Steve issued the orders in an orderly manner, and the pattern was executed faithfully one by one. Sicarius silently changed the way he breathed, becoming longer and longer.

The war was about to begin, and he was already used to it.

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"My lord, your helmet."

Bonavia used her robotic hand to hand over Frank's helmet, but the latter did not pick it up immediately. Instead, he was busy putting various throwing weapons on his belt.

He had stuffed four powerful flash bombs, four shock bombs and four destructive storm grenades into his belt, but he was still not satisfied. Looking at the posture, if possible, he would like to move the entire arsenal.

Bonavia had to repeat: "My lord, your helmet."

"Come here and bring it for me." Frank finally responded to her, but in a very impatient tone.

After all, he stopped temporarily and bent down. Although Bonavia was very tall, it was unfortunate that he didn't have any special skills to put a helmet on him.

The female inquisitor's mechanical hand split from the elbow, exposing the complex mechanical structure inside. Then, it suddenly extended for a while. In this way, Bonavia used one hand to put his helmet on him

, and the position has been thoughtfully adjusted to make the buckle of the power armor fit the helmet better.

"How do you feel, my lord?"

Amplified by the thin grille, the distorted breathing sounded heavily. The scarlet eyepiece reflected Bonavia's own face - she heard Frank say in a creepy changed voice: "Very good."

"Well, good luck to you."

"Don't wish me good luck, Bonavia. Wish me misfortune."

"...What?"

"Wish me misfortune, Bonavia." Frank repeated. "Good luck is not a good thing for me, but misfortune can make me meet more enemies."

He walked past the female inquisitor who was standing silently, and quickly left the arsenal.

He is carrying an Astartes-type assault shotgun. This rugged-looking treasure is fed by magazines. Each magazine has seventeen rounds. It can be fired fully automatically and can use a series of armor-piercing bullets to special single-point bullets.

Special ammunition. It is specially designed for the Astartes and is very suitable for use in gang-hopping battles.

Personally speaking, Frank prefers to use appropriate weapons according to local conditions, rather than being a die-hard who always has a rifle for every occasion.

——However, he is also a believer in the doctrine of supremacy of firepower.

Therefore, he did not only carry a gun. In addition to the combat shotgun, his armed belt also contained a bolter from the Terra Space Station, a short assault model fully automatic bolter, and a

A plasma pistol. In order to facilitate these guns, he didn't even bring a chainsword, and his only melee weapon was the combat dagger.

He carried three magazines for each gun, and these magazines were fully hung on his belt and armed belt, not to mention the throwing weapons that collided with each other when he walked.

When he arrived at the hangar and was about to teleport, the corners of Steve's eyes, which had been waiting for him for a long time, twitched obviously.

"Frank... do you really - I mean, do you really need so many weapons and ammunition?"

"If possible, I would like to carry a multi-melta gun or a plasma cannon to participate in this gang war."

Frank answered expressionlessly, and for a moment it was impossible to tell whether he was joking or sincere.

Steve sighed: "Well, everyone has their own habits, so I won't say more... Be careful, Frank."

"I will, Captain."

Steve nodded to him, and Wen Zhen's voice sounded above them: "There are still five seconds to teleport, please be ready."

Five seconds later, with the sound of a blue light, Frank disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, on the Faith Messenger,

Sister Staci jumped over an orc corpse with agility, the injection needle on her left arm armor sparkling. Without any hesitation, she ran directly towards a soldier who was hit in the shoulder by the orcs, and half of his body was blown away.

.

The nun dragged him behind the bunker, and the latter kept wailing. He may have wanted to control it, but human instinct did not allow him to control it. Such serious injuries caused his blood to spill all over the floor, and the nun's white light armor

It was everywhere, too, but she obviously didn't care.

She just gently held the soldier's face and silently replaced the anesthetic solution in the injection needle on her left arm armor with 'Sleep', which is a drug used to put soldiers who are seriously injured beyond treatment out of pain in a timely manner.

Potion.

"Hush, hush, soldier, look at me."

She looked into his eyes tenderly, not shying away, trying not to escape: "Look at me, okay? The pain will be over soon. The Emperor is calling you, can you hear me? You are about to return to the Golden Throne.

So don't panic...I'm with you."

The soldier's frightened eyes suddenly filled with tears, and he uttered a few broken words. The nun listened carefully, and then injected 'Sleep' into the aorta of his neck.

"The Emperor bless you, soldier." She said the last words and gently put the soldier down.

Then, his face suddenly changed.

Sister Staci, whose expression was so ferocious that it was almost terrifying, pulled out the revolver from her waist. This was the only weapon they were allowed to carry - and because of this, it was extremely powerful. This gun was actually of mortal caliber and could

A bolter that fires six bolt rounds.

"You hateful heretics, shameless depraved aliens, the unfortunate ones who have not been able to see his glory——!"

Roaring, Sister Stacie held the revolver with her steady hands, which had saved countless people before, and aimed at an orc in the distance with a stupid smile on his face.

"boom!"

A huge noise resounded in the corridor, and the orc's Tianling Cap was completely blown away. The poor little brain was turned into a lake of slurry by the bomb. The orc fell to the ground with his mouth wide open, and stopped moving.

The nun's anger was not appeased. She opened fire repeatedly, and six bullets actually killed four orcs, in a dark corridor. The noncommissioned officer who came with her to perform the mission saw this through the scope.

, couldn't help but look sideways at this nun.

He heard his soldiers muttering to themselves in the communication channel: "Emperor, she is more of a battle nun than a battle nun..."

After all, seeing the nuns achieving such results boosted their morale.

Morale is a very mysterious concept, and many commanders do not believe in its existence - without exception, they are all academics. Those officers who have actually fought on the battlefield all know the importance of morale. And now, it is

The best time to counterattack.

If you miss it, you will never have it again. Therefore, the sergeant decided to take a risk.

The sergeant took a shock bomb from his belt, huddled behind the simple fortification, pulled out the safety, and threw it high with his arm.

At the same time, he suddenly poked his head out from behind the bunker, and with his familiar light gun on his shoulder, he had already aimed at a small point above. Just when it was about to fall into the orcs' defense line, he pulled the trigger.

trigger.

The low and dull sound of the light gun passed by, and almost no one paid attention. However, a smile appeared on the sergeant's face - the shock bomb was exploded, and a strong flash and violent noise exploded among the orcs.

They immediately became dizzy and fired randomly, accidentally injuring their own people. Some of the particularly stupid ones even stumbled out of their position.

"Undisciplined scum..." the sergeant sneered and cursed, then raised his right hand. These idiots were immediately killed one by one by the soldiers of the armed squad with light guns.

"It's time to counterattack, soldiers!"

The noncommissioned officer stood up from behind the bunker with a roar, and was the first to lead the charge. He did not hesitate, holding the gun and running forward in a standard tactical posture, while firing continuously to provide himself with a little cover.

There was no fear in his heart, only excitement about the impending progress of the mission and hatred for the green-skinned beasts.

He roared the name of the Emperor, and the other members of the armed forces followed him and rushed into the darkness without hesitation. Only the nun did not follow immediately. She stayed where she was, silently remembering all the dead.

face and name.

War has its own price.

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