Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel? Chapter 116

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Thor Gallardon.

rock.

Everyone who knew him would say that. No matter what the title is, it is Sergeant Thor Galladon, Captain Thor Galladon, or Lord Thor Galladon. They would always call him the rock.

This is an extremely high compliment.

At this moment, the rock was lying on its back on the ground. This is not his fault. Although he is wearing power armor, he has three flesh hounds on his body. They jumped out of the darkness and wanted to attack him. Thor Galadon killed them all, but he couldn't stop their undead corpses from crashing into him.

Three calf-sized beasts slam into you — one after the other.

He lost his balance and fell to the ground, and in a fight, that's a **** of a thing. Fortunately, he has many brothers to take care of.

Galladon saw Marlan, nicknamed 'The Blade', pierce a bloodletter about to be blessed with his power sword. The horns on the bastard's head were glowing red, and apparently, it had killed many people. Immediately afterwards, Marland pulled him up from the ground. Garadon didn't speak. He used the chainsaw sword to saw off another Flesh Hound that jumped out of the shadows.

Blood splattered, and the loud sound of the bolt gun being fired could be heard in his ears. Thor turned his head slightly, his dynamic vision allowing him to precisely capture the bomb. It swirled and burrowed into the head of a soul grinder who had come out of nowhere. The ugly thing's skull was blown away.

But it wasn't dead, and the power of its master even made the thing roar loudly. The crimson brain quivered with its roar, and then Thor drew his bolter and gave it another shot.

It is quite now.

The battle was over in seven minutes and thirty-one seconds. Thor Galladon silently shifted the chain sword to the lowest gear before clearing it. There are two advantages to doing this. First, the lowest gear can let the blood and stubble stuck on the chainsaw to be thrown out. Second, it can save some fuel.

He's running out of promethium, and so should his brothers. From the beginning of the battle to the present, they have fought all day and most of the night in this **** hive.

Marlan told a joke, but no one laughed: "I thought it was the worst day I saw my family being smashed to pieces by a bunch of Chaos traitors a hundred and thirty years ago."

Marlan Northam, the son of a nobleman, is of the most common origin in the Astartes.

His glorious family that gave birth to the Seven Astartes was avenged a hundred and thirty years ago by a band of Chaos traitors for helping the Imperium, and the Chapter avenged him. They hunted the gang for more than a thousand days and nights across the galaxy, eventually killing everyone by Marlan himself.

After that, he was relieved, and often told jokes about it during the most difficult and dangerous part of the battle, each time, no one laughed.

"This joke really sucks."

Garadon was a little surprised when he heard his own voice. His mouthpiece was a little over-tired from the battle cries and the relentless issuing of orders, and sounded like a dreamy babble: "Count the numbers, Marlan."

Three minutes later, Marland reported to him, "We have seventy-three brothers left."

The Rock sighed: "RIP to them. Where's the Destroyer's ammo reserves?"

The voice of the sergeant of the Destroyer Squad came from the communication channel: "With the current fighting intensity, we can continue to output for four hours, company commander."

+Captain Gallardon, here they come+

The reminders of the think tank are thunderous. Galladon moved the gear at the end of the chainsaw sword's handle again, with the highest output, and under the action of promethium, the killing weapon roared frantically. Not far away, Marland lowered his head. He seemed to see something through the thermal imaging of the eyepiece. The bolt guns fired at the ground, and a few whines came through the ground beneath their feet.

"They're down there!" Marland warned loudly. Galladon immediately drew his bolter, and before he could pull the trigger, the ground he was standing on collapsed.

The first thing to note is that the nests are not single-storey structures - although the buildings are roughly divided into three levels, that represents the level of life of the people who live here. The real nests were stacked one upon the other, and Galladon smashed three floors in a row before stopping.

Something clawed at his breastplate in the dark, and Tao Gang let out an overwhelmed whimper, but held on tenaciously. He heard loud noises on the communication channel, but Gallaton didn't have time to distinguish the words. He stuck out a hand like lightning, a Flesh Hound's tooth stuck on his gauntlet.

He made a punch, blood splashed, and the night vision function of the eyepiece was activated. The chainsaw fell not far from him, but his bolter was gone. Galladon rolled over and picked up the chainsaw sword, deftly disguised. At this moment, there was a sound of something warming up directly above his head.

+dodge+

An unfamiliar psionic communication broke into his brain, and Garadon felt a force pulling him backwards, forcing him away from the place. The next second, a beam of scarlet and broken bones hit the spot where he was standing. Galladon recognized it immediately, it was the Soul Grinder's Flesh Grinding Cannon.

An extremely blasphemous weapon - each Soul Grinder is transformed from a demon, and the Dimensional Blacksmith grants them even more terrifying abilities. Their lower bodies are removed, and eight mechanical legs are attached, able to ignore any terrain. And extremely sharp, even able to pierce their armor.

However, what is really deadly is their large mouth in the chest and abdomen, and the soul grinder will devour all the flesh and blood they see along the way, whether it is friend or foe. They can condense flesh and fire it out with an endless thirst for slaughter and hatred of the living. It is covered with blasphemous curses, and even has the power of a tank's main gun.

+dodge left, soldier+

The unfamiliar psychic continued to send messages, and Garadon had no choice but to do as he was told. Then, a figure descended from the sky and fell straight on the head of the soul grinder. A beam of golden light burst out, hot and dangerous. After a while, he saw that the soul grinder's body was completely melted, and only eight mechanical legs were still stretched and stretched in vain on the ground.

"Who are you?"

"Are you Captain Thor Galladon?" The visitor did not answer his question, but began to ask about his identity. He was wearing a blue Seiko power armor, but there was no logo on it, just a simple gold border.

Thor Galaton the Rock suddenly realized that this man was simply outrageous.

A terrible guess passed through his mind and quickly disappeared.

Seeing Thor's vigilant appearance, the visitor smiled, and then continued to use psionic communication. +Maybe so, you'll get used to it+

"It's you?"

"Yes, the support you called for is here. A company of Ultramarines is fighting behind the demons, Captain Garadon, can you issue an order for your brothers to push back?"

"...Yes, but I need to know your identity first."

"Steve Rogers."

They looked at each other for a while, and finally, Thor Galladon was the first to lose his breath: "I mean your rank."

"I don't have a rank, I'm just a soldier." Steve smiled again. "You can communicate with the commanders of the Ultramarines yourself about the specific situation. Captain Marius Calgar should be happy to kill the enemy with you, Captain Garadon."

"As for me-"

Steve disappeared in place, golden light poured out from his hands, gradually covering his body, making him turn into a golden streamer and flying away, leaving only a faint whisper in Galaton's ear. While echoing: "—I have other tasks."

Astarte, nicknamed The Rock, stood there staring blankly at the back of his departure, only to regain his senses after thirty seconds. At the same time, an unfamiliar voice came from the communication channel, mixed with the roar of bolt guns: "This is Marius Calgar, Commander of the Ultramarines! We are here to support you!"

Guilliman's face was extremely gloomy.

At this moment, he is alone in his study. The Soulless Queen was taken to the infirmary for a more detailed examination, which gave him some convenience, at least he didn't need to politely ask the lady to leave when Batman called.

"Proof, Crane, I need proof." He tapped his right temple with a terrible headache, it was throbbing, and he had to do it to make himself feel better. "I believe you, but I want to see the evidence with my own eyes."

Batman's voice echoed in the study: "There is no clerical evidence. They are very vigilant and very covert. If I hadn't been able to check their brains directly, I'm afraid this matter would have to be left unresolved in the end."

He said calmly: "Who would believe that the new dummy products spread in the hive can transform the psionicists into unstable warp portals? Moreover, the master behind it is also a member of the Inquisition."

"You said that the medicine was a dummy?"

"Almost, they'll sell a portion of the powder in the bottom hive first, as if it were new. Those potential psykers who have had a 'reaction' will be controlled by the gang that does things for them, and then they'll be injected with potions to watch more Further reactions. The dead will rot all over into a puddle of slime, and if they get away with it, they'll have the ability to use their psionic powers in the presence of the Sisters of Silence..."

"These people are called raw materials. Every three natural months, they will go to the bottom of the hive to extract a batch of brand-new raw materials. After these people are brought to their laboratory, they will be injected with a drug called No. 9's potion. It's two things that Frank found in the hive. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

Batman's voice is getting deeper and deeper: "The three girls who were killed by Frank were called 'cripples' in their official terminology, and the agony of dying could make them unstable portals, but not controllable - most portals in the hive are now something like this."

Guilliman clenched his fists.

The place they were in was called Holy Terra. Holy Terr! This happened right under his father's nose? ! Guilliman raised his head and stared at the portrait of the Emperor on the ceiling. He didn't say a word for a long time, only Batman's voice continued.

"According to my speculation, they should be trying to develop a means to counter the Silent Sisters, but there are new results by accident... I will continue to investigate, there are still some fleeing here. scum. They should know a lot of other things."

"Before you hang up, Crane, I want you to find out one thing, the most important thing." Guilliman's mouth twitched. "Was it a secret branch within the Inquisition...or all of them."

"I understand."

Chapter end