Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel? Chapter 163

The war is over.

Litossis has little excitement after winning, and it may have something to do with Galahad's departure. This heroic spirit disappeared as early as the golden sun rose, and it was not even too late to say goodbye to him.

But the more reason is that their casualties are too serious. There were not one of the ten Lucifer Black Guards. When they converged, Litosis was shocked to find that he could be regarded as the highest rank among the people present. His boss died, and so far no body has been found.

Only twelve of a hundred senior officers died, such a heavy casualty, Litosis has only seen it on the history recorder in the Black Guard, but he never thought that he would become one of the surviving members.

He was standing outside a white tent filled with the wounded. The coming and going of the medical nuns made other sounds besides the wailing of the wounded. Litosis waited patiently.

It didn't take long for a captain in an automatic wheelchair to emerge from the tent. One of his eyes, still wrapped in gauze, was oozing blood.

At this time, he was constantly dodging the tentacles of a Servant who came out with him. The Servant wanted to lift his gauze and spray him with medical spray, but the captain was very resistant to this.

"I don't need treatment!" he shouted. "Go back, you brainless guy! There are still a lot of people lying inside, they are the ones you need help! I have nothing to do!"

The machine servant retracted its tentacles, a beeping voice sounded from its chest, a flash of red light flashed, and the biological machine staggered back. The captain was relieved. He turned his head and gestured to Litosis for him to come to his side.

"Captain."

Litosis nodded at him. He wanted to push him behind him, but the captain opened his hand and controlled the joystick on the armrest to move forward, faster than Litosis. The walk is faster.

The young black guard glanced at the captain's mutilated legs, both of his legs disappeared from his thighs, wrapped in thick gauze, but there was no blood oozing out. They walked towards the outside of the camp, and all they could see was a scene of ruins. Many Star Boundaries were cleaning up the collapsed buildings, sweating profusely.

"damn it."

The captain cursed vulgarly, stopped where he was, turned the wheelchair in a circle, and came face to face with Litosis. He raised his still trembling hand, gave a reluctant eagle salute, and introduced himself: "Atwood Alger, your future commander, how is the situation of our troops?"

Litosis stood up instinctively, the heel of his right boot collided with his left, making a thud, and then saluting.

"Litosis. Sir Alger, our situation is very bad. A total of 30 Black Guard regiments can only form five complete regiments. Fortunately, our mechanized troops and armored regiments have not suffered much loss. "

"That's the only **** good news, **** those **** bastards."

Captain Alger is another unbroken string of vulgarities. He swears savagely for several minutes before stopping, and in the process, Litosis is eye-opening—he never imagined that High Gothic could be so passionate and subversive as Low Gothic. the vitality of the people.

Finally, the captain finished cursing. He took a breath and asked again: "What about our regiment? The order briefing states that I will be in charge of the seventh regiment in the future. How is the situation?"

"The standard establishment is 3,000, but currently there are only 1,300, of which there are 500 wounded soldiers, and you are one of them."

"I'm not fucking! I'll go back and find someone to put two iron legs on me! Damn, are those newly appointed officials of the Military Affairs Department filled with Oglin's shit?!"

He grabbed his hat and threw it on the ground, rolling it back and forth with his wheelchair: "Damn it, **** it, bastard! A bunch of idiots!"

Litosis took a step forward without a trace, turned his body sideways, and slightly shielded the captain's crazy behavior with his own body - if he was seen trampling his military cap, he would be severely punished, and the captain did a better job than this. It's going to be too much, he's not stepping on it, he's rolling it with a wheelchair.

However, he fully agreed with what the captain said about the officials in the Department of Military Affairs, if it weren't for Oglin's **** in their heads, it probably wouldn't be much better.

It is no secret that the Ministry of Military Affairs was devastated during the war.

As a result, the Ministry of Government had to pull out the tall and strong men from the military academies among those who did not die in the war, and threw them in to shove the white men. These people didn't even know what a 'post-war temporary establishment' was, and they completely ignored the special circumstances written in the manual.

Their stubborn demands for complete preparation, and Litosis fully understood why the captain was so irritable, and he lost his leg. On the other hand, the ducks were thrown onto the shelf and thrown into the position of the regiment commander. The regiment had only 800 troops that could be freely mobilized.

Finally, the captain ended his venting. He picked up the military cap and stuffed it into the inner village of the military uniform, revealing his bald head and the scarred top of his head that had been burnt. He patted his face to calm himself down and motioned Litosis to take him to the 7th regiment's quarters.

—In fact, what happened to the 7th Lucifer Black Guard Regiment is just a small microcosm. The defense of Holy Terra was victorious, but after the war, there would always be a lot of messes waiting to be cleaned up. During the war, they received a lot of help, the Emperor appeared, and the heroic spirits were resurrected, but the damned still had to die.

There can be no casualties.

Too many people die, and it will cause the current situation—a shortage of manpower, and a large number of newcomers driving ducks on the shelves will not only not ease the situation, but will make things worse. However, only a few people are aware of this so far. Some of them were indifferent, while others began to look for a solution.

But none of this has anything to do with Lictor.

The former Captain of the Guards of the Guards Shield hardly showed up during the war, or rather, he did not appear as a Guard. After accepting a secret mission, he has been roaming Terra to this day. The pure jet black streamlined armor is different from the power armor, providing him with another fighting experience.

Conceal, attack, control the enemy, kill in one hit.

Lictor had to admit that this armor was much better than his power armor. At least his power armor can't let him wander among the demons so easily, and even the big demon can't find his trace.

Such terrifying stealth performance made Lictor worry a few hours before the mission that the energy would be consumed too quickly, until the small magic circle built into the armor kindly told him that the built-in energy can still be active for a long time. . So, he quickly threw himself into the task wholeheartedly.

For now, he's looking for someone.

He deftly turned over the ruins without making any sound. The dark leg armor showed a dark magic power, eliminating all sounds and not even splashing dust. In fact, Lictor would choose to activate the armor's stealth mode unless his scans showed that no one was nearby.

Although not necessary, he likes to conserve energy.

Another burst of running, he ran over the ruins, over the ruins, over the corpses within. A thick plume of smoke rose not far away, and the visor's analytical capabilities easily told him what it was. It's the smoke from burning dead bodies.

In Terra, having a cemetery is the prerogative of nobles and heroes.

"Report the target location." He muttered in his heart. "How far am I from the goal?"

The built-in center quickly informed him that it was less than 1,500 meters, and in terms of his enhanced speed, it was only a matter of twenty seconds. Lictor clenched his right fist, and the jet-black armor quickly disappeared in a murky lake.

Lictor's mission objective is doing something very special.

He lifted half of the wall with his bare hands, and two dusty Astral Army soldiers immediately dragged a man from below. One of his legs was pinned down, bleeding profusely, but he was still calm. The man didn't want to do this. He came to help clean up the ruins, but because of bad luck, he was pressed down by the second collapsed wall.

"Take him to the doctor."

A gruff voice sounded above their heads, and the giant glanced at the man's right leg with those gray eyes, and he continued, "Don't worry, you won't be a big problem. It didn't press on your joints, just a little flesh. hurt."

He released his hand and the wall pushed down. Gavier Loken watched them go away silently. He glanced sideways at the huge plume of smoke rising not far away, and frowned.

Loken walked forward, his left hand was glowing slightly, this new left hand brought a new experience that was completely different from flesh and blood. As of now, he didn't have much chance to experience it, but he could also learn from it. Experience some of the increased power. The work of clearing the rubble has been going on for a long time, not only by him, but also by other civilians.

This is the common task of all Terrans at present. In fact, this arduous task is by no means a single department can complete independently. Not to mention the dangerous areas, with the Astartes and the Astral Army in front, the civilians are only responsible for clearing those areas that have been confirmed as not dangerous.

What they have to do is very simple, clear the road, collect the body, and report any exposed cables or suspicious objects immediately. Loken is the one they are responsible for reporting, and he has a new mission in this area.

Loken's patience made him fit for the job - although the Ultramarines who assigned him the mission were still wary of him after learning of his identity, that was no longer in Loken's mind.

What he needs now is very simple, and the eyes of others are not included in it.

Not long after he left, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him, with a kind of inhuman machine. Loken's hair stood on end for a split second - who could touch his back without him noticing?

The voice said: "Javier Loken, Captain of the 10th Company of Shadowmoon Cangwolves, you have been recruited."

Loken turned slowly, still vigilant. What appeared in front of his eyes was a man whose whole body was wrapped in black armor. No gender, no identity.

Loken's eyes instinctively squinted at the streamlined and beautiful armor, a style quite different from the power armor he was familiar with, but with a different kind of beauty. He keenly captured the black waves that were slowly spreading around the armor.

what is that?

He cautiously did not mention this matter, but just asked: "Who is your Excellency?"

"My identity doesn't matter."

There was still no emotion in the voice of the man in black armor, and it was astonishingly cold. Loken couldn't help but wonder: is he human? Or some kind of mechanical creation?

"Put away your guesses, they're too obvious on your face. Garvel Loken, you've been drafted, and you're about to take on an honorable mission."

"I only accept orders from the Lord of Humans, and I am definitely not a person who hides his head and shows his tail without even showing his face."

The black armor was indifferent to his deliberate insult, not even changing his tone: "It is his order that you have accepted, Garvel Loken, put down your useless and suspicious suspicions. I hope you will not insult the Shadowmoon Wolf. name."

This sentence immediately made Loken's blood surge, and anger began to rush in his heart, but unexpectedly made him feel a lot more comfortable. He strode forward and came to the man in black armor, his hand was already on the sword at his waist.

The man in black armor lowered his head and stared at his hand. For the first time, his voice changed a little, but he couldn't hear the good and the bad: "What?"

"Take your words back."

"Then accept this mission, or I will not take it back."

"You're trying to **** me off."

"Exactly, what do you want? Have a fight with me?"

The man in black reached out his hand and gently pushed Loken back. His visor melted rapidly, revealing the icy, inhuman face inside, a hatred that Loken was familiar with at every edge.

He immediately understood the identity of this man - the forbidden army.

It is only them that humanity is so rare.

"If you feel insulted, you can file a lawsuit against me after the fact, or you can fight me directly. But you have to come with me first, and you have to accept a mission."

They looked at each other for a while, before Loken nodded reluctantly: "You must at least tell me your name."

"The name doesn't matter. If you need a codename to address you, you can call me Lictor."

Lictor?

The knowledge in the last Shadow Moon Canglang's mind immediately made him understand the meaning behind the so-called title. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Are you a captain of the shield guard?"

Liktor's expression changed for the first time, and Loken noticed that the lines of his face had hardened a bit. Clearly, he was gritting his teeth. This discovery made him feel a little happy.

"...was," he admitted happily. "I used to be a captain of the shield guard."

"Then you should have a long list of honorable names."

"I don't deserve to use them anymore," Lictor said coldly. "I failed in a mission... This is not something you should know, don't take an inch, Shadowmoon Wolf. Come with me, someone wants to see you."

"How did we get there?"

"That's not your concern, be prepared."

Loken saw him raise his right hand and tap the gauntlet twice.

A flash of blue light flashed, and the two disappeared in place. Only the tan-blue magic power that was slowly escaping was left, and they soon disappeared, and the place fell into complete peace.

When he opened his eyes again, Loken had come to a room. The main body here is silver, which is surprisingly clean. In front of them was a chair with its back turned to them, and a man sat on it. An unusual feeling made his left hand feel more peaceful than ever, and he frowned, wondering what the **** was going on.

Lictor was still standing beside him, but his expression became more solemn. Noticing this, Loken's heart began to pound.

...Is it possible?

"My lord, people have already brought it."

"Thank you, Lictor. Your new name is too succinct. Have you considered taking your old name back?"

"No need, my lord. The loser deserves to be punished."

After bowing respectfully, Liktor turned and left, without the slightest sloppiness. Loken stood stiffly in place, even breathing carefully.

The chair was rotated, and sitting on it was an ordinary middle-aged man with short black hair and black eyes, and even a smile on his face.

"Hello, Javier Loken." He nodded to Loken. "I hope Lictor didn't embarrass you too much, I know how inhumane his character is."

With a bang, Loken knelt down on one knee and lowered his head, his voice trembling: "Emperor..."

"No need to kneel, Loken."

The Emperor's voice was still calm, but with a hint of helplessness. A force from out of nowhere lifted Loken up, and he still lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the face of the Lord of Humanity.

"Look up at me, Loken," the Emperor said softly, and Loken did so, looking up, startled.

The face he saw...

"What do you see?"

The ethereal voice entered his ears, and Loken murmured: "Self-blame, guilt."

"Not bad. Exactly."

He smiled and shook his head: "You can see clearly, that's how I feel. Emotions drive us all the time, and so do I. But I won't sink into it, because there are many human beings who are suffering."

The silver wall behind him disappeared, turning into a dark sea of ​​stars. Loken looked at the dark galaxy, silent.

"I know my mission, how about you? Garvel Loken?"

The Emperor asked calmly: "Your self-imposed exile lasted ten thousand years, and you refused to serve as a Grey Knight, and you refused to continue serving. Because you didn't think you deserved—but you're not guilty, Gavier Lowe. Ken."

"Now, I have a new mission for you, will you?"

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