Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Fighting is never easy, let alone facing demons. Mortals tend to go limp in the face of these creatures congealed by pure evil and depravity, and fear consumes their hearts. Only those who are truly loyal and full of courage will keep fighting them with rage.

This is one of the reasons why they are so tricky.

Of course, there is another reason - they are the demons of Slaanesh.

Three and a half hours have passed since Sister Andrea was injured and comatose, and Steve is tirelessly slaughtering one Slaanesh after another, these things with sheep's heads are nightmarish stitched monsters, only Emerges in the deepest fears of mankind.

The poison-stained scorpion tail was powerful enough to pierce through armor. They have four human thighs, strong and toned. There is a human-shaped torso on the soft abdomen, with several pairs of chests on it, and the crab-like arms can even directly clamp people apart.

Not to mention the scent that surrounds them, rich in pheromones that excite any creature, the unique allures devised by Slaanesh themselves combine the minds of mortals with their most ecstatic dreams.

If your will is not firm, and your beliefs are not pious, then, you may be hypnotized, standing there, with your mouth open and saliva, with a tent under your body, shaking like an idiot—don’t Think that you will have a good life if you refuse them, and safety is only temporary.

The brains of mortals are branded the moment they smell this musky scent, and they'll smell that sweet scent all the time, all the time. This irresistibly sweet, creepy seductive scent will continue to send dark ** into the heart, with an irresistible impulse to call the victim to self-destruction.

However, Steve is a modified Primarch.

"Ow—!"

A slaanesh was choked open from start to finish with his flaming sword, his speed as fast as a gust of wind. Come and go freely among these demon swarms. All they could see was a flash of flames, followed by an instant vaporization of one of its kind—or, after being chopped in half.

The Lord of Pleasure gave them the ability to turn pain into pleasure, which didn't work with Steve. His hatred of these things transcended everything. From the instinctive hatred of demons... let his psionics begin to affect reality, and even the brains of these demons.

The areas of their brains responsible for turning pain into pleasure are still functioning normally, but Steve made them 'forget' that.

The flaming sword slashed viciously, and the three Slaanesh standing together lost their upper bodies in horror. The repulsive stench of vaporized etheric flesh passed through Steve's breathing grille into his nostrils. Swing, swing, swing—finally, after another hour, he killed them all alone.

Back among the battle nuns, they had already set up a rudimentary position. Fighting nuns fight full-time, as can be seen from their names. But that doesn't mean that there are no doctors among them. Fighting is always inseparable from bloodshed and injuries. Because of this, doctors will always have to exist.

A nun with a white drape as decoration on the shoulder armor is squatting worriedly beside Sister Andrea. She is lying on the ground, frowning tightly, and is constantly moaning softly.

Seeing Steve coming, they immediately gave up their seats. Bowed his head to salute him - he did not state his identity, but they could all see what a noble angel he was. At this time, many people were praying directly to him, hoping that he could give Sister Andrea some mercy.

"Sister, how is she?"

Coming to the medical nun, Steve took off his helmet and chose to talk to her in his true colors.

"My lord, my medical skills are too shallow. I can't see how Sister Andrea has been hurt, oh, the Emperor—"

The medical nun whimpered softly, and Steve sensed some of her emotions through psionics. She was ashamed that she could not ease Sister Andrea's pain.

"It's not your problem, Sister."

Steve raised his right hand on her white clothed right shoulder and comforted the terrified medical nun: "Her pain comes from using power she shouldn't have used, and that's my problem. Don't be too **** you. yourself, nun."

The medical nun raised her head dazedly, looked at the smiling Steve, and after a while, she stammered and replied, "Okay, okay, my lord, I, I know."

...why are you still stuttering?

Steve looked at the medical nun who was leaving in confusion. He took a step back before crouching down, watching Sister Andrea carefully. Her injuries were due to the Flaming Sword, which itself was derived from his psionic power. Born out of the Emperor, but different. It was so hot, so intense, that mortals couldn't even look directly at it.

Sister Andrea's ability to hold it and use it to kill a big demon is enough to show how strong her faith is. It's a pity that faith can let her face the devil, but it can't save her from the backlash of the flaming sword.

Steve stretched out his hand and carefully separated a wisp of psionic energy. He used his mental power to extract the less violent parts and held it in his hand.

A ray of soft platinum light slowly gathered and formed in the right hand. The nuns looked at this scene with pious eyes. Steve didn't know it. He lowered his head and said softly: "The emperor bless you, Sister Andrea. ."

The brilliance of platinum flashed past, and Sister Andrea stopped trembling uneasy. Her bone-like right hand swarmed with flesh and blood again, returning to its intact appearance little by little.

Next, just wait for her to wake up.

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...how long has it been since I wore power armor?

Garvel Loken was walking in the empty hive, and the new Seiko power armor connected with the black carapace made him a little uncomfortable. Strength and speed have been enhanced, and there will be no stagnation. This is the power armor, the second skin of the Astartes.

After accepting that mission, he got a chainsaw sword, a bolt gun, and this black Seiko power armor. They were escorted by dozens of servitors and astral troops in just half an hour.

It's hard for him to describe how he feels at the moment. In fact, Gavill is deliberately trying not to think about anything - he has questions, there are many, but he doesn't want to think about it.

Carry out the task, that's enough.

He needs to support a team of battle nuns trapped in a power plant by demons, while also keeping the power plant from being overrun by demons.

According to the information he got, this power plant is a rare ancient relic that can directly supply the entire hive with electricity when it is fully operational, rather than requiring hundreds of different power plants like other hives. . From that alone, Gavill can see why this power plant can't go wrong.

He was going to the middle level of the hive, and he should have entered from the bottom. That's the bottom entrance of the power plant, but he took refugees all the way out from the bottom. Naturally know where there is now.

He came to a square, the top of the originally luxurious steeple church on the right was now covered with corpses, and the emperor's statue was also pushed down. Loken walked quickly without a word, his right hand resting on the chainsaw. The familiar anger climbed up his nerve endings, making the corners of his eyes twitch nervously.

Moving on, the blasphemous sights are endless. Young children who were wantonly dumped on the roadside after being skinned, and women who were trampled into meat sauce. Some Astral Army soldiers died tragically, and their bodies were even sewn into a huge aggregate. There was fear on everyone's face.

Loken took a deep breath, and then again. He forced himself to calm down, he had to get the job done.

Finally, after enduring his anger and the utterly unacceptable sight for over an hour, he left the square. Going straight on a small winding path, the front is blocked. As a last resort, he could only climb the roof of the house.

Not surprisingly, there are also many broken bodies here. However, Loken was disturbed that he could not see a single demon along the way. This is not normal, and it is definitely the demons of Slaanesh who would do such a thing. He could also smell some musk lingering in the air, which also proved his suspicion.

However, they seem to have disappeared. Usually, they gather around their victims to admire their 'art', and use their corpses for higher pleasures.~www.NovelMTL.com~ The chainsaw sword on the inter-armed belt, adjusted the gear to the mid-range.

The serrated blade turned at a constant speed, and the monotonous sound it made was extremely noisy in this deadly, dark space. Other than that, Loken could only hear his own footsteps. Little by little, he came closer to the mission target, but the pressure readings provided by the eyepieces quietly turned into three numbers.

666

The three numbers magnified infinitely in his field of vision, as if imprinted on his retina. At the same time, a woman's laughter broke into his earlids: "A lone wolf... You really shouldn't be here alone."

Javier Loken silently adjusted the chainsaw sword to the highest level, and it suddenly became manic and roared in Loken's right hand, thirsting for the blood of the devil. The woman giggled and stepped out of the darkness. She was tall and tall, with a pink glow on her skin, and her hair was curly and seductively covering her chest.

"Do you want to dance, wolf?" she asked with a smile. The arc of that smile is perfect, blending innocence and temptation, with the beauty of a girl and the beauty of a young woman.

Loken just felt nauseated.

He raised his chainsword.

"die!"