Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

The traitors all over the surface of Bandar Star were easily killed, but one thing made the Ezekiel a little embarrassed.

Aside from the bombing of the Deep Destruction, the most killed was Givadoron.

They respected the result, but were still inevitably disappointed.

But even the best fireman in the 3rd company couldn't understand how Givaudoren hit so many heads with a bolter several hundred meters away.

Facing Ezekiel's incomprehensible look, Lianne, the veteran who has two hundred years of combat experience and is famous for sniping, just shook his head convincingly, saying that he was far inferior to him.

In fact, his original words were even more exaggerated.

Well, when it comes to this, no other explanation is needed.

Ezekiel made a final call to the Deep Doom, and asked them to scan the surface again to identify any followers of Slaanesh who didn't get away with it. This is very necessary, and it is even written in the training manual to confirm the enemy's situation and make up the knife.

There is no other way, almost every enemy faced by mankind has a powerful self-healing ability. If you don't do this, there is no guarantee that you will die due to a moment of negligence. It's not just the training of the Astartes that requires this, any imperial army has such regulations.

There was a sound of footsteps.

Ezekiel turned around, and Givaudoren was walking towards him slowly, with the smell of gunpowder all over his body, not only that, but it seemed to be mixed with something else. It reminded him of newly dug graves and cremation pyre.

The captain of the world-devouring brave, Jiva Doren, who had never shown himself in this capacity, took off his old and mottled helmet.

There was no emotion in his eyes, even in victory. He found a stone at random and sat on the ground, and immediately began to maintain his weapon. Do it carefully, but also quickly. As if ready for the next battle at any moment.

He does not rejoice in victory.

Ezekiel thought inexplicably, he coughed, after getting Jiva Doren's attention. Ezekiel said solemnly and worriedly: "Brother Jiva Doren, why are you still...indifferent?"

Givaudoren glanced up at him, as if searching for the right words. After a long time, he squeezed out a dry sentence: "I just don't think it's necessary."

"Isn't it necessary?"

"This victory is only temporary."

Givaudron said calmly, almost numbly: "Any so-called rest is false to me until we have really achieved our goal. Rest only numbs the mind and weakens the will...I It has to stay that way, otherwise, next time I fight, I might waste a blast."

"I don't want to waste bullets, they are made with a common purpose. As we are, we are the Emperor's weapons and must kill efficiently and relentlessly..."

Ezekiel frowned, feeling extremely uneasy about the state of Jivaldoron—the Astartes were usually very wise, but there were inevitable moments of weakness. The fall often begins at this point.

Although he didn't think there was a possibility of Jiva Doren's fall, but out of concern, Ezekiel reminded him: "But you must rest."

"Even a machine will get tired from running too long, it's inevitable. My brother, you have to stay in shape so that you can kill more enemies."

Jiva Doren nodded noncommittally, and the captain's voice came from the communication channel: "Sir, it has been confirmed that there are no enemies on the surface."

"Very well, what about Lictor-sama and that monster?"

"In the lower cabin, my lord, do you need us to meet you?"

"No, it's not necessary." Ezekiel glanced at the miniature mission briefing at the upper right of the retina, and a line of small golden words was slowly emerging on it.

Get ready, the teleportation is about to begin, well done, Ezekiel.

"Do you need anything else?"

"No, Captain, no need. We won." There was a smile in Ezekiel's voice, and he couldn't hold back his joy at being praised by him.

Taking off his head, the blood and post-war gunpowder rushed into his nostrils, the familiar smell made him sigh.

"You and your soldiers can celebrate a little, we'll be teleporting back to the Vengeance, see you then."

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"First of all, Your Excellency, I appreciate your coming forward, but I must know your identity, otherwise, the follow-up cooperation is nonsense."

Insel was not wearing a helmet, and the three golden service nails on his left forehead gleamed, setting off his sturdy face. Angron stood opposite him, folded his arms and looked down at the group of Astartes, who called themselves the Iron Snakes, in a relaxed posture.

Their power armor is very simple, the main body is silver, only the shoulder armor is white with red trim. The golden imperial eagle gleamed before the breastplate. A blue snake coiled around their left shoulder armor.

Angron was still wearing his helmet, but his voice was no longer cold, and even softer. He turned off the synthetic voice function of the breathing grille: "I can't explain my own identity to you for the time being."

"Why?"

Malish, his head guard stepped forward: "Only traitors or people with ulterior motives dare not reveal their true colors, not even their names."

His provocative words made Insel suddenly change color, and he originally wanted to make Malish back. But Angron suddenly changed his stance.

It was just a simple action—the atmosphere suddenly became depressed.

Angron's voice echoed in the factory: "Don't mistake my good intentions for weakness, Chief Guard. I appreciate your dedication to your duties, so I forgive your offense. If there is another time, I will not Be patient."

He turned his head slightly and said to Insel: "The reason why I don't reveal my identity is because you can't bear the weight of the truth. The less people know about some things, the better, and you haven't passed the test."

"test?"

Speaking of this step, even Insel couldn't help but feel a little unhappy: "Your Excellency, we have resisted here for a long time, never backing down, never giving up, we even touched the Emperor - his own power has blessed us all Even if there is a test you said, we would have passed it long ago!"

In the face of his questioning, Angron laughed: "The test I'm talking about is not this... Moreover, that is not the Emperor."

This sentence is like dropping a bomb on the calm lake, Insel's hand has been pressed on the bolt gun at his waist - he squinted and asked word by word: "Sir, there are some things that can't be said. of."

The Iron Snake Warriors behind him also responded one after another, and for a while, the sounds of explosives being loaded, plasma preheating, and chainsaw swords spinning could be heard endlessly. Angron was still at ease in the face of these obvious threats, and he even commented on Incel's posture leisurely.

"If you're going to aim your gun at me in that position, you're going to die badly. We still have to aim at me without a helmet, so you better step up and make sure I don't have a chance to dodge. "

So, Insel really stepped forward and used the bolt gun to stand against Angron's breastplate and on top of the Imperial Skyhawk. Angron looked down at him, and Insel couldn't see any emotional fluctuations through the scarlet eyepiece.

He even felt absurd - at such a close distance, the bolter would fire directly, and any armor would have to be punched out. Is he not afraid at all?

"What are you thinking about?" Angron asked suddenly. At the same time, he stretched out his right hand like lightning and snatched the bolt gun from Insel's hand.

"Put down the gun!"

"Stay away from him!"

The warriors of the Iron Snake suddenly became angry, but Insel raised a hand to signal them to be quiet.

The Chapter Commander pursed his lips tightly, and was shot empty-handed at such a close distance. This can no longer be counted in the scope of shame, the other party is undoubtedly humiliating him naked. Insel was very sure that if he had malicious intentions, judging from the speed he showed, then he would have already died.

"Who the **** are you?"

"Let's go up and talk."

"what?"

Angron repeated: "Let's go up and talk."

The voice fell, and a blue light flashed. The only remaining resistance troops disappeared in place. Whether it was the Cadian army, the Mechanicus, or the Astartes, only one remained.

That's Fulgrim.

He emerged from the darkness, golden flames enveloping him. The no longer perfect phoenix stroked the scar on his right cheek, the corpses of his fallen heirs slowly burning behind him. Fulgrim watched all this with neither sorrow nor joy.

A sigh came.

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The sudden teleportation made Insel's nerves extremely tense, and his captain of the guard rushed directly to his side, protecting him without leaving an inch. Much the same is true for the others, back to back, cautiously observing their surroundings in a defensive stance.

Surprisingly, there are no signs of depravity in their place.

Instead, the place is extremely bright.

Soft white light illuminates the surroundings, and the silver corridor is paved with some kind of smooth alloy, and there is no trace of splicing. It's very quiet here, there doesn't seem to be anyone here. Above their heads, a cloud of blue fluorescence was buzzing.

"Count the number of people."

Incel gave an orderly order, and he pushed aside the warriors who surrounded him at the innermost. Going all the way to the porthole, staring at the Milky Way outside the window, his pupils shrank - he recognized the planet under his feet.

That is Bandar Star.

If, what they experienced was not an illusion... such a teleportation technology...

"The 470 people in the whole regiment have been counted, Chapter Commander."

His first company commander reported to him, and at the same time mentioned another thing: "The gene seeds of the brothers have been recovered."

"Well done pharmacist... stay vigilant."

"There's no need to be so nervous, Captain Incel."

An unfamiliar voice interrupted the conversation between them, and Insel turned to see that a man in a black robe was slowly floating from the other side of the bridge. His eyes were made of gold, like burning flames and dripping golden magma.

"Who are you?"

"The captain of this ship."

"Boat?"

"I call her the Vengeance...from the soul of a nameless psyker and a child."

"Why are we here?"

"Because I sent you here, Insel Chapter Commander." The man seemed to answer every question, he looked like a mortal. But his attitude towards the Astartes seemed very bland, not to mention, Insel noticed his eyes.

Those are the eyes that no ordinary person can have.

"Why...why did you do this?" Insel asked, at the same time making up his mind that if this was the devil's conspiracy, then he would attack immediately.

"if not?"

The man looked at him puzzled: "Or am I going to leave you on that planet to die? We have won, Captain Insel. As I said, our support will be here soon. "

Insel's eyes widened, as did the other brothers in the Chapter - they all remembered the man's voice and the black robe.

The Chapter Master's voice trembled: "...you, who are you?"

"Whatever you're thinking, Incel Chapter Commander. I'm not who you think I am," the man said flatly.

"As for now, please prepare yourself mentally. I can't keep the Bandar planet here. As a hive world, the things left in it are likely to allow later traitors to get some help for them."

"What are you going to do?"

The man turned his head, looked at the Bandar star outside the porthole, and sighed softly: "I want to destroy this planet."

He snapped his fingers.

The soft blue light above their heads suddenly turned a disturbing red, flickering and making high-pitched sounds. The Astartes of the Iron Snake felt a pressure hit, their eardrums seemed to be attacked by some kind of sound wave, and even their brains shook.

A mechanical voice sounded above their heads: "The compound magic cannon is charged, is it firing?"

"permit."

"boom-!"

Of his brothers, Insel was the closest to the porthole. Therefore, he saw this scene most intuitively.

Countless blue light beams are combined together to form a huge energy wave that makes people tremble at first glance, and runs straight through Bandar Star. The Hive World melted by 70% in an instant, and the subsequent chain explosions directly divided it into two halves.

But this is not over yet, the energy wave is getting wider and wider, until it has exactly the same size as Bandar Star, it stops expanding - the consequence of this is that Bandar Star is completely annihilated in the universe. middle.

This hive world no longer exists.

The man sighed again: "It's a pity, this planet should have a more lofty purpose. It's a pity we can't stay on it."