Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel? Chapter 95

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They used to be in the same legion, but now they are fighting each other to the death.

After so many killings, Khorne cast her gaze on Kahn infinitely. Whether he wanted to or not, this passive blessing increased Karn's power to an exaggerated level. No matter how reluctant he was, Givaudan could not deny this fact. He could wrestle with Kahn briefly for a while, but not for long.

However, Kahn tore off the armor that was integrated with his own flesh and blood, which undoubtedly gave him another opportunity - although Kahn was blessed by the blood god, he was not a demon. Without the protection of power armor, he would still be injured by the chainsaw.

Givaudan didn't know why he did it, but he didn't care. He is in the midst of a battle that cannot be taken lightly, and any neglect or distraction will result in his death. Only concentration can give him a moment of vitality and even a chance to win.

Lictor watched their battle with cold eyes, and the voice of the commander of Silai kept coming from the communication channel. He didn't understand why the forbidden army would not let them join the fight and kill the **** traitor neatly. Liktor never gave an explanation from beginning to end, just told them to wait.

Others can find many reasons, only Liktor himself knows what he thinks - he is just giving Jiva Doren the respect he deserves.

As a member of the Imperial Army, he had seen such similar battles many times. In front of the two armies, two warriors representing the opposing faction will fight to the death with each other. During this process, no interrupters are allowed. until one of them dies. Although 10,000 years later, he guessed that such a tradition should already exist in name only.

But...Lictor is willing to reproduce it to some extent. Nothing else, just pure will.

Givaudan gasped heavily, and the air was roughly swallowed into his throat, his three lungs bulging. The air mixed with fighting intent circulated in his lungs, and even his own blood was tinged with the chill of battle. For him, fighting never meant blood boiling, but a chill.

This has nothing to do with the planet he came from. The planet that had been destroyed by a Chaos invasion was extremely cold, and they were used to hunting in groups. Huge white wolves or giant bears were their hunting targets. Cold is the thing Givaudan is most familiar with.

But that doesn't mean he's not proficient in combat - on the contrary, he's turned combat into some kind of art. Lay the trap and wait patiently for the prey to take the bait, like a seasoned hunter.

After a collision with each other, the chainsaw sword and the blood son separated. Givaudoren moved cautiously, walking slowly in circles with Karn under the throne of the skull, waiting for a chance. The opportunity came two minutes later, due to a gasp from Kahn.

Take your chance.

In an instant, the old chainsaw sword struck again, drawing a graceful arc in the air that seemed to have become sticky.

Hit, finally.

After thousands of attempts, the heavy feel of the feedback did not make Jivaldoren happy.

not the right time yet.

He immediately pressed his left hand. Flesh and stubble with frantically spinning saw teeth, this brutal weapon faithfully executes the designer's vision.

Karn howled in pain, half of his stomach being ripped open by Jiva Doren. If he was wearing armor, then the chainsaw sword wouldn't even be able to hurt him at all. But he didn't, he tore the armor off himself.

Now, the severe laceration in his chest and abdomen has been improved by the chainsaw sword, but it is far from over. At least, Kahn won't let his pain end just now. For him, it's okay to get hurt, but something has to hit back.

Karn's left hand sticks out like lightning, firmly grasping Jiva Doren's shoulder armor, preventing him from escaping. The strength was so great that Ringvalon could hear the whine of steel. At the same time, the blood on his right hand swung down, and he knew exactly what he was doing—exchanging injuries for his life.

His bones have already become extremely tough after being tempered by the blood of the dead, and it will take a while for the chainsaw sword to completely cut him in half. And during this time, it was enough for Kahn to completely suffocate Jiva Doren with blood.

The axe blade pressed down, and in the first second, the mica dragon teeth spinning on the **** axe blade cut through the thick left shoulder armor of the power armor that once belonged to Sergeant Puliard. The Iron Snakes Chapter logo is cut in half.

In the second second, Kahn continued to exert his power, and he suffered the pain that Givaudoren inflicted on himself, and at the same time exerted violence outward. The viscous, terrible blood kept spewing outwards, and he was just as eager to see the blood of Jivaldoren gushing out.

However, in the third second, Givaudan disappeared.

Kahn's eyes widened, and a huge pain crept up from his waist. He let out a short, suspicious cry from his throat. However, Givaudan did not give him more chances.

He had completely cut Kahn in half with the chainsaw, and his calm voice that made Kahn feel hatred sounded in Kahn's ear: "You used to like to use this risky tactic, Kahn."

Lying on the ground, Kahn slowly raised his head, looked at Jiva Doren's blood-stained face, looked at his still calm eyes, and suddenly asked: "The pit? Right? You and I are in the pit hit."

"Yes, many times." Givaudron nodded. "Looks like you remember the days when we trained with each other."

"No." Kahn smiled. "I forgot, or you will die. How did I fight?"

"Are you referring to the pit or this one?"

"It's up to you."

"It's nothing, you're an idiot, Kahn."

Kahn smiled calmly, accepted his failure calmly, and squeezed the hearty laughter he once had from his throat.

Blood gushed out from between the lips and teeth, overflowed the lips, and fell from the side of the cheek, like a blood-red falling rock. The viscous blood continued to pour out, and Jiva Doren looked pitilessly at his one-time brother, now Karn the Betrayal, a traitor who single-handedly slaughtered countless human beings.

As if staring at one of his own possibilities.

Kahn let go of his hand and let the blood fall to the ground. He tried hard to breathe, but the breathing system did not return him any more, and the pale half of the crest instead dragged on the ground with his breathing.

Pain came from the nerve endings, and the butcher's nail that had accompanied him all his life had left him at this moment. The anger dissipated, and the hatred dissipated with it, and he looked at the half of the light that shone into the throne room.

Givaudoren heard Kahn's almost whispering voice: "Those demonic engines...I didn't let them over, do you know why? Guess, Givaudoren."

The sergeant of World Swallowing Brave turned his head and glanced at the breastplate that was thrown aside by Kahn. The Khorne mark and skull on it were still dazzling: "You have found your conscience at this time? You bastard."

Kahn tried to laugh, but the muscles in his face were starting to lose their grip. Of course, it could also be because he hadn't made this expression for a long time: "No, because I saw him...is it an illusion? I don't know."

Blood foam poured out of his mouth, and the vitality that an Astarte should have is still boiling in his body: "But I think... since he can return to his human appearance, I should also give it to me Your own chance to follow him. You are my chance—kill me, **** it, Givaudron, I don't want to go on."

"It hurts," Kahn said weakly.

Givaudoren stretched out his right hand and clasped Kahn's shirtless left, as they would have done when they had won their battle ten thousand years ago. At that time, Angron had not returned. Legions are still dogs of war, and they will shake hands after victory.

"He's back, Karn, rest in peace, brother."

The betrayer's eyes gradually lost their lustre, and he left a whisper that disappeared in the wind: "Why..."

Givaudoren stood up, Kahn's throne was upside down, and a child with closed eyes rose from it. He was thin, and the Astartes looked at each other. No one knew why there was a child here, only Jiva Doren walked over calmly and picked up the child. Then he nodded to Lictor.

"Then." Captain Shield Guard said. "The mission is over, let's clean up the battlefield and prepare to return."

The captain almost rolled out of the Blade of Heroism, UU read www. uukanshu.com He was hot all over and his skin was tingling. The high-temperature steam burned his back, but he didn't care much—it would be fine to lie in the medical cabin for a long time, it was just a trivial matter.

He gasped and stood up straight, the center of the array shot a blue light towards him, and a light curtain opened above his head.

"Number of enemies killed: seventy-five."

The captain chuckled and laughed, and with a soft sound, the other three soldiers rolled out of the cockpit of the Blade of Heroes. One of them was the most miserable, with half of his face burned. The guy didn't care much, he ran to the captain immediately, staring at the light curtain.

"Don't look! Idiot, go to the medical cabin, do you want to continue driving this baby next time?" The captain kicked his **** without hesitation, making this idiot who doesn't know the pain quickly accept it. treat.

With his trembling right hand, he took out a crumpled cigarette from his breast pocket, lit it, and took a deep breath. Several blue lights flashed, and many Blades of Heroes emerged from them. The cooling vents on the back were opened, and the high-temperature steam was quickly expelled by the filter system that came with the hull. The icy air rose from under their feet to cool down.

The captain smiled as he watched his soldiers return.

main control room.

"A child?" Angron asked in disbelief, then repeated. "A child? God **** it, what does he do with a child?!"

He Shenyan shrugged: "Why don't you ask Kahn yourself?"

Angron stood up with a gloomy face and walked out of the main control room. He had to find out what Kahn had done to the kid.

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