Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

【A serious person who is learning magic in Marvel】【】

"Who are you?"

Just looking at the warrior gave Sol Tarvitz a splitting headache. A strange feeling floated up in his heart, and that strange feeling even made him frown.

The power armor he is wearing...what model? Why have I never seen a model like this?

The soldier looked behind the bunker he was in for a while before saying his name, which was a completely unfamiliar name: "Frank Custer."

"You can also call me the Punisher...follow me."

After saying this, he turned around coldly. Sol had more questions to ask, but seeing this, he could only swallow the questions temporarily. No matter who this man is, at least for now, he doesn't stand with the traitors.

The question of identity could be pursued later—the warrior who called himself the Punisher stopped shortly after turning around, and Sol Tarvitz saw him take down the bolter from his waist. He shrank, but he didn't get attacked as he expected.

Unlike ordinary bolt guns, the sound of the gun firing is not heavy. After three shots were fired, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from the other end of the underground passage, and at the same time, Frank's words were as cold as ice.

"Find cover, the enemy is coming."

Sol Tarvitz frowned, surprised by the warrior's superhuman perception—even though he was an Astarte himself, his perception wasn't quite as sensitive as the other's. That extraordinary hearing made him faintly suspicious.

Just, is it really possible?

No time to think more.

He clenched the bolt gun in his hand, and that was the end of the matter, the only thing was fighting. Seven bullets, he had confidence in his accuracy. However, behind the bunker, he had no chance to pull the trigger at all.

The not heavy gunshots rang out in the underground passage, crisp and clear, creating a continuous echo. Every time Frank pulled the trigger, someone screamed and fell.

But the traitors were not useless, they rushed to the place where he was with this terrifying firepower. Even if someone keeps falling, they don't have any desire to stop.

If Frank hadn't killed those traitors who were hiding behind fire cover at the beginning, I'm afraid the wall he was hiding now would have been beaten into a sieve.

There was a cold smile on his face under his helmet, the craftsman did not lie to him, the gun was indeed a masterpiece. Ordinary pottery steel power armor is not much different from wooden boards in front of its firepower.

However, seventeen rounds have been fired.

The right hand sags naturally, the bolt gun freely returns to the waist, and the magnetic hook hangs it. At the same time, his left hand slammed hard, and the battle dagger was instantly unsheathed.

A World Eater charging at him with a chainsaw axe shouted Angron's name, frowning in displeasure—Frank was angry most of the time, and a few times he'd become more angry.

Like now.

The battle dagger pierced through the helmet on the left side of the World Eater who was the first to arrive in front of him. When he felt the feel of the stabbing into his flesh, Frank didn't even hesitate. He twisted his wrist as if instinctively, and the dagger spun. , turned the World Eater's brain into a puddle of mud.

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He pulled out his dagger, and the opponent fell to the ground, the corpse making a hollow noise. The underpass vibrated, as if from the bombardment and artillery fire outside. In the midst of this seemingly never-ending war madness, Frank spoke as if emotionless.

"Next, who's coming?"

Hearing this sentence, the World Eaters who were running towards him stopped their steps one after another, and the first one took off his helmet, revealing a ghost-like face.

The thick cables at the back of his head even changed the shape of his face, making it scary and hideous. They were scarlet, as if made of blood. The face was twitching nervously, and his eyes moved strangely. He hissed, "I'm coming."

The words fell, he took a step forward, and the chainsaw sword in his hand carefully changed the direction of the attack. Frank only glanced at something to make it clear, such as the fact that he wasn't originally using a chainsaw.

Although the chainsaw sword is named 'sword', its usage has nothing to do with the sword. The continuously rotating serrations on both sides provide it with powerful lethality, and because of this, it is not suitable for traditional swordsmanship, and its usage is even closer to the knife.

Only the swordsmanship can be so open and close, mainly to chop. Swordsmanship is mostly stabbing, of course, two-handed greatswords are another matter.

"You should have come to me with a power sword."

Throwing this sentence away, ignoring the World Eater whose expression was changing, Frank deceived himself. The battle dagger slid through the deadly cold light, and he pulled into the distance between them in an instant with absolute speed.

In the battle of cold weapons, long weapons often have the advantage, but if they are approached, the result will be reversed instantly.

Like now.

Combat daggers are terrifyingly fast from top to bottom. The World Eater Tong Kong shrank, his brain had realized the danger and wanted to react, but his body did not keep up. For the slightest difference, the price he paid was his own life.

The dagger slit his throat.

"Ho-ho..."

He covered his throat in vain, UU reading www.uukanshu.com let out an angry sound, and fell to the ground. Frank's dagger was lengthened. completely destroyed them.

"Next."

The remaining World Eaters looked at each other and surrounded Frank tacitly. This made him let out two disdainful sarcastic laughter.

He didn't say anything, and seemed to have said it all - meanwhile, the long-awaited Saul Tarvitz pulled the trigger behind cover.

He emptied the bolter's magazine in one breath, and with seven bullets, four World Eaters died with their heads smashed. The other one fell to the ground with a big hole in his chest—Frank approached slowly, stepping over the top of his wound, slowly applying pressure.

"kill me!"

The World Eater roared, but he didn't get his wish. Frank didn't understand him immediately, and even took out a bottle of hemostatic spray from his belt.

With the vitality of the Astartes, if they are treated in time...such a fatal injury, they can still survive for a short period of time.

The World Eater had realized what Frank wanted to do, and he struggled frantically, but to no avail. Frank stopped the bleeding first, then violently removed his helmet, knocking him unconscious.

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That indifference even made Sol feel a pain in his teeth.

"Where is your position?" he asked Saul Tarvitz as he lifted the World Eater. "I also need a room for interrogation."