Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

To close the warp portal, first of all, you must understand its principle.

In general, opening a portal to the warp in the physical realm is very dangerous and unwise. However, considering that the only people who do this kind of thing are the cultists, the lunatics, it's not surprising. The portals that appear around Terra are essentially no different from the ones they've opened.

They are all tearing a small hole in the world structure of the stable material realm, however, the methods of tearing are not the same. It is this subtle difference that has created today's tricky situation.

Standing in front of the portal, He Shenyan's expression was a little gloomy. The huge demon ball was still floating behind him, slowly dripping blood, and kept making creaking noises. That was the sound of a part of the demon skeleton inside being twisted and deformed.

He thought, and his expression became calm.

The demons summoned by ordinary portals are limited, and it is impossible to summon so many Khorne demons. In the final analysis, it is because there are not enough sacrifices offered by the cultists... There are not enough people as sacrifices, and there is not enough time to maintain the warp portal. Therefore, the number of demons passing through cannot be very large. .

This is because maintaining the stability of the warp portal requires a lot of negative human emotions as energy drives, but these portals in front of him... the sacrifices are just some humans who have been injected with the potion, how is it possible Can it last so long?

unless......

The mage turned his head slightly and looked at an open space not far from the portal. The coldness in his eyes was undisguised. The clearing he was watching suddenly collapsed. The cheap building materials were scattered and crushed by magic power in the air into useless powder, and even the powder was completely annihilated after a while.

The pickled stuff inside was completely exposed, and He Shenyan's fingers also began to tremble slightly.

damn it......

After the clearing collapsed, the underlying layer of bone plate was exposed—a plane composed of pure human bones, which looked like a layer of metal plate. But in fact, only the human bones were sealed. The area is huge, and the bones are kept intact. His mental power swept over the huge bone plate without reservation, and got a detailed data.

Thirteen thousand seven hundred and twenty one. Among them, many of the bones are relatively petite, not mutants, but they have not had time to develop.

Those are kids.

Thirteen thousand seven hundred and twenty-one, all of them were engraved with blasphemous circles on their bones to imprison their souls and tortured them all the time.

Taking a deep breath, the mage temporarily let himself down from the cluttered thoughts caused by anger and returned to calm.

not enough. Thirteen, seven hundred and twenty one people weren't enough to support the portal for so long - he began to look up and down, and then simply wrapped the hive with his psychic tentacles. The information obtained made his expression completely calm, and also caused many layers of ground in the entire hive to shatter in an instant.

It's really a big hand, so it can be completely explained. The entire nest was turned into a sacrificial circle. In this evil ritual that lasted for inexplicable years, the souls of these innocent victims suffered all the time, not to mention the living ones. Subtly became more impulsive and irritable, and the killing began to increase...

Feedback.

The mage clenched his fists and closed his eyes. The dead were freed from their bones, and their psychic tentacles raged in the already dilapidated hive. Destroying what was left of its stability, it should have collapsed, but someone wouldn't allow it, so it's still standing there.

Death is a kind of relief, and at this time, he understands this sentence especially.

When he looked at the portal again, He Shenyan's expression had changed. It was an indescribable rage, almost comparable to what the Skrulls had that time. He stretched out his hand, and the violent magic power instantly destroyed the portal, which had long been weakened by the loss of energy supply. Just before it disappeared completely, the mage threw the demon ball behind him.

He attached a trigger bomb to it - as soon as something like a demon touched it, it would explode completely. The corpses of tens of thousands of bloodletters will be turned into psionic bombs with automatic enemy-seeking function, which will automatically find those **** demons and explode.

The psionic flames, which are deadly to them, are fully released in the explosion, and as long as a little touches them, they die in great pain. Not even a soul is left.

Is this enough?

No, not enough at all...

His figure disappeared in a wave of mold lakes. There are thousands of nests in the entire Terra, and he is not sure if every one has such a portal. But one thing is for sure - today, many demons will die.

They must die.

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"The reason for this is that I think your point of view is unrealistic and very crazy! It's just nonsense!"

A brawl is breaking out within the Imperial Fists. Maximus Thorne, the current Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists, is having a quarrel with his Third Captain Thor Galladon. The above words were spoken to Maximus by Garraton in a rage, without any reservations.

Strangely, the Imperial Fist cultivators around them seemed to be used to it. In fact, it does. As a veteran of the Chapter, Thor Galladon's reputation is no less than that of the Chapter Master. The two also respect each other very much, but when it comes to some details, they can always quarrel.

"Garaton, we have to do this! The palace can't be lost, you can't understand this truth, don't you know what is being suppressed under the palace?"

"But that doesn't mean we're giving up the lives of civilians!" Garadon argued against his Chapter Master.

"It is not advisable to enter the whole team, the war is not over! Yes, Chapter Commander, we do have support. And this support is extremely powerful, and can even completely destroy the demons of Lionsgate Star Harbor in a few minutes, but , who can guarantee that they will not continue to emerge? If they kill these civilians who were originally under our protection, then the murderer is us!"

His voice grew louder and louder, and at last it could almost be called a roar: "We swore an oath! We want to protect innocent lives! You know that!"

"Damn it, Garadon!" Maximus smashed the bottom of a statue beside him with his fist in a fit of rage. He also began to shout: "Yes, but we also swore we were the shields of Terra, the guardians of this place! What does the palace mean to Terra—wait, what was that sound?"

Their quarrel was interrupted by an indescribably low hum. The cultivators of the Empire Fist immediately looked around vigilantly, and their hands were already on the bolt guns. The plasma also began to warm up, but what appeared after the buzzing ended was not the demon they expected, but two warriors.

A very tall one, much taller than even a veteran in Terminator armor. The sheer blackness of his armor, with the imperial eagle adorning his chest only. Behind him is a scarlet cloak. An Astarte in iron-gray armor stood beside him.

"who are you?"

The tall warrior didn't answer Garadon's question, but snorted coldly: "Hmph... The Fist of the Empire."

Hearing this, Maximus frowned. As a Chapter Commander, he was politically more slick than Thor Galadon, the Third Company Commander. After all, in Terra, he couldn't help dealing with those officials. Therefore, he has not been angry so far, but stepped forward and politely gave the eagle salute.

"Dare to ask the battle group you belong to?"

Neither of them answered, and the tall warrior raised his legs and walked in without even looking at Maximus. Such arrogant behavior naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of many people, and Garadon had even blocked the warrior's only path ahead of time. UU reading www.uukanshu. After that, the iron-grey warrior made a move that no one expected.

He took off his helmet and apologized with a complicated expression: "I apologize to everyone for him, my... brother, has a very weird personality. Please forgive me, he was once captured by the Dark Eldar, and he was accepted by the Dark Eldar. some torture."

For some reason, Maximus thought the word 'brother' sounded very difficult.

"Yes, we are here to support," he explained. "Coming to support by the order of the living saint, we need to enter the palace, brothers of the Imperial Fist."

"Just the two of you?" Maximus asked in disbelief. "Two people, support? Is this a joke? Or are you just the vanguard."

"Jiva Doren, needless to say." The tall warrior said coldly in front of him. "To complete the task is to say too much to them?"

Galaton took a deep breath, and he almost scolded the so-called arrogant idiot, but a look from Maximus calmed him down. 'Rock' moved his body and stepped out of the way. Let the two of them enter the palace, and the warrior in iron-gray armor kept giving them apologetic glances.

"Just let them in?" Garadon looked at their backs, very puzzled, and at the same time asked very unhappily.

Maximus shook his head meaningfully, without saying much. The Imperial Fist friar, who has struggled in politics for years, said calmly: "Pay attention to his height, Galladon."

"Have you ever seen a man taller than a veteran in Terminator armor? And that kind of aura...think about it, Galladon."

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