Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

The identity is a mystery, and the strength is powerful.

One is suspected to be the original body, and the other is wearing a broken MK3 power armor, most likely a thousand-year-old veteran.

That's what Ezekiel thought of the two mysterious men, though, given the way they played and the cloud of lightning that was still bombarding the demons on the ground overhead, he didn't say anything.

Anyone has a secret, even him and his brother.

Their counter-propulsion had been underway for three hours, and for the Astartes, three hours of fighting wasn't even a warm-up—but if they were fighting warp demons, that would be another story. But no one on Ezekiel's communication channel has lost contact since the battle began.

They even went a little too far smoothly.

Most of the demons are being cleared from the ground by countless lightnings falling from the sky. The demons who survived not only have to guard against the attack that may come at any time, but also carefully bypass the golden flames on the ground. If it gets a little bit, they will die instantly.

Ezekiel can say the same - he's never fought so well. The demons encountered are all two or three kittens, and they can easily be eliminated by them. He and his brothers formed horns and pushed forward steadily. Compared to their cautious approach, the self-proclaimed angry giant was far more wild.

His battle roar can sometimes even overwhelm the thunder, and Ezekiel can no longer capture the silhouette of him and the warrior, and can only judge their approximate location by his battle roar.

Ezekiel was quite critical of this method of warfare, but the anger insisted that two people should carry out this method of fighting alone before he started the anti-Qing campaign. At that time, the veteran in the MK3 power armor took a step forward, said nothing, and stared at him.

They looked at each other for five minutes, and in the end, Ezekiel gave in - he couldn't stop the killer, not to mention, he did think the giant was a Primarch.... I don't know which one it is.

Which one is right? This kind of blasphemous speculation didn't linger in his mind for long, and Ezekiel quickly focused on the fight, while trying to keep himself from getting caught up in the frenzy of fighting. It is difficult to find a balance between the two emotions, but fortunately, the third company commander of the Crimson Blade has long been used to it.

The power sword in his hand is precise and ruthless, completely abandoning long-range firepower, and the fighting brothers behind him are his most reliable backing. Ezekiel spearheaded the Emperor's death with the power sword in his hand, while his brothers behind him were tasked with venting the Emperor's wrath with their bolters.

On the other hand, Angron's combat method is actually wilder than Ezekiel thought.

It was so wild that even Jiva Doren couldn't keep up with him, and this was the result of Angron's deliberate control.

At some point in his hand, a giant axe made of lightning condensed, and the cruel arc was exaggerated and had a certain beauty. The blazing blood of the demons could not be seen on the humming axe blade—for they were completely vaporized the moment they were slashed.

Angron's expression was calm and unwavering, even though he had just slashed a Khorne demon, the other party was still staring at him before he died, as if he had seen something unreasonable.

This kind of emotion is extremely rare for the Khorne demon army, after all, they are all lunatics who only know how to chase blood and kill.

A voice sounded in his mind, it was He Shenyan, with a little helplessness: "Do you know how difficult it is to stop a demon soul that is about to return to the warp?"

"what happened?"

"It saw your face - although I don't know why this thing still has memories of you in its chaotic brain, but, Angron, if you don't want to be approached by a huge army of Khorne so quickly, I suggest you cover your face."

"No." Angron refused. "it's only--"

He swung the axe, and the lightning extended from the axe blade, twisting several meters on the ground and then surging, bound a Slaanesh demon as if it had self-consciousness, and the lightning made it scream in pain. Even the quest for pain that comes from its chaotic nature does not give it any pleasure in the experience.

The discovery frightened it.

A smile appeared on Angron's face: "—a group—"

The axe fell, and the thing was split in half by him alive, and then the lightning completely vaporized it: "—the rabble!"

"Tsk, do as you please."

Although he said so, there was a smile in the mage's voice. Angron became more and more certain of how he felt that this mysterious mage might be like him in combat, keen to see the death of his enemies and take pleasure in it.

"By the way..." The mage's voice became distant and ethereal. "You'd better pay attention to your feet later, I can't pay attention to your position in a large-scale spell based on planets."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to make this star a ship..." he said.

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One by one, the cultists shattered—literally shattered, their bodies exploded, and blood and flesh smeared the filthy ground, making the smell worse.

But the initiator was unmoved at all, the hand holding the gun was still stable, killing cultists one after another with precision like a machine.

His shooting habit is deadly, he only hits the head or the heart, but the bolter's firepower is unbelievable. Within forty seconds, all seventy-eight cultists died, none of whom were spared. The renegade's scattered response shots didn't even scratch his armor.

He lowered his bolter after reloading and stepped out of the darkness, a gloomy face lit by the wobbly light overhead. Frank Custer moved his neck and counted in his heart silently.

Eighteen thousand seven hundred and forty-two.

This was his third day at the bottom of Terra, where Frank unleashed a **** massacre. Not knowing how many mutants, gangs, cultists, or whatever died under his gun, Frank's altered brain even allowed him to record the number of kills.

He didn't know why he had to memorize numbers, maybe it was just a hobby or a habit.

The pungent smell of blood and oil burst into his nostrils, and Frank turned his head and aimed his bolter at the sloping metal wall in front of him, which was smeared with profanity in blood. Frank squinted and looked carefully.

worthless.

Just some madman's raving, old-fashioned and nothing new. He pulled the trigger, and the bolter jerked up, giving him the perfect return. The blaster bullets propelled by the rocket smashed the metal wall into pieces, blasting out a huge black hole.

He turned and left, returned the same way, and returned to his repair site after half an hour. A female imperial judge was waiting for him there, and it seemed that he had been here for a while.

Frank gave her a cold look and asked, "What's the matter?"

The judge raised his head and looked at him. Her left eye was a prosthetic eye, and half of her face was covered with scars left by the burns, but this did not damage her beauty, but added a different kind of temperament. It's a pity that neither of the two people present would care about this aspect.

She said, "New order, my lord."

"I'm not 'your' lord."

"We have been working together for a year, my lord, if there are no accidents, it will continue for a long time."

"None of the people I worked with survived." Frank said terrifying words, his expression still very flat. "Tell me what order."

"It's from a person signed S.R. Although I don't know his identity, this order was issued from the Council of High Lords." She took a letter from her waist and handed it to Frank.

While Frank was reading, she said, "The people in the lower hive have begun to spread legends about you, my lord, do you think this is a good thing?"

"Let them talk, no one has seen me."

After reading the letter, Frank handed it back, and the Inquisitor took it and burned it to pieces with the tiny flame launcher implanted in the palm of her right hand. She added, "Where are we going next?"

He didn't speak, just walked forward. Nests are extremely large and bulky architectural structures that can almost be treated like another world. Many people die without getting out of this dirty and chaotic world. They were at the bottom of the hive at this time, a place that all hive residents could not avoid.

The people here are either criminals or all kinds of shady rats. Countless blasphemies take root here, threatening the lives of all, even themselves.

The order Frank received was from Steve Rogers. He didn't know this Steve, but he respected the one he knew, not to mention that the other party was his superior at this time. As a soldier, Frank followed orders.

His killing is over - temporarily.

They followed the path back to the upper level of the hive, where the bureaucrats in charge of the day-to-day affairs of the hive, the senior managers of the factories, and various political and economic important figures in the life of the nobles lived. The environment is good, it is late at night, Terra has imposed a curfew, and the streets are empty.

The Inquisitor's high-heeled leather boots and his heavy power armor's footsteps echoed heavily on the ground, and they soon reached the agreed meeting point. An inconspicuous old man crouched under the sculpture in the square, his cloudy eyes flickering on and off.

Frank relinquished his birthplace and motioned for the Inquisitor to talk to him—he's never been good at that.

The female judge stepped forward, and the old man's expression quickly became serious. After a long series of mutual identification and password exchange, the old man said: "First of all, the Retribution Cultivator will show respect and recognition for your work. Inquisitor Bonavia, your work will undergo some changes in the near future, please pay attention."

"As for you, my lord." He turned his head, looked at Frank, and said after making up his mind, "Have you read the letter?"

After receiving confirmation, he continued: "Tomorrow at 12:00 noon, a black ship will dock in the fourth division of the third port. Please be sure to arrive on time and on time. It can be delayed for up to ten minutes. You will see you there. people you want to see."

"I have finished speaking, the Emperor bless us." The old man said so, took out an injection and injected it into his neck. He turned into a puddle of liquid after a twitch, and was cleaned up by the incoming servitor. No trace was left.

Frank watched all this coldly and said to Bonavia, "This is how you work? It was an eye-opener."

The female judge didn't care about the little sarcasm in his tone, only the people in the court knew that this kind of sacrifice was necessary - no one can guarantee that they won't leak secrets, especially when it comes to this kind of thing, if you don't want to because of yourself And causing the empire's plan to go wrong, the best way is to return to his throne.

Bonavia nodded at her prosthetic eye, and the red light flashed, she seemed to be inquiring: "Everyone in the monarchy has made such preparations, death will come sooner or later. On each of our heads. At that point, loyalty is the only thing we can carry to His seat."

"Loyalty is a reward in itself," she said, turning to look at the tall giant. His dark armor didn't even reflect any light, as if standing in complete darkness. The white skull on the chest is hideous and unknown, but it is a symbol of human purity. "Sacrifice is necessary, my lord."

Frank didn't say anything. After coming here for so long~www.readwn.com~ he still couldn't get used to the kind of disregard for human life displayed by this huge empire. Even though he knew it was to save more lives - however, he never felt that being here was a bad thing.

They soon disappeared into the night.

At twelve noon the next day, Bonavia appeared at the third port on time. People come and go here, but they are all in an orderly manner. Soldiers of the Imperial Navy, merchants, and children of nobles who traveled abroad were the most common composition. The Inquisitor, dressed in a black robe, quickly found the ship.

She boarded the ship calmly, and there was a beeping sound from the server hanging from her waist, and the captain smiled at her. Not long after that, the ship sank suddenly, as if some kind of behemoth came up. But there was no one else on the deck except Bonavia and the captain in black robes.

They left the harbour ten minutes later when Frank appeared. The captain looked at him with a certain frenzy, with faith in his eyes: "The Emperor is above!"

He made an eagle salute: "Please wait a moment, I swear in the name of my family, I will definitely bring you to your destination!"

Frank sighed slightly after he stepped into the cab.