Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

【Who is a serious person learning magic in Marvel】【】

War is not the only thing in the galaxy.

Yes—you might say that, with a touch of compassion. Well, the people who say that are either pampered scholars or high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Military Affairs who pretend to be deaf and dumb. The former really thought so, the latter had to say so.

The reality is that war is not the only thing in the galaxy, but wars are everywhere in the galaxy.

It took place in the remote Octarius sector, and of course it would happen in some blessed place of the Empire, some garden world, some world where no war had come in a thousand years.

Anyway, here it comes, and humanity is bleeding.

Bleeding and diseased.

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Swarms of rotten bees waved their rotting wings and circled in mid-air. All it takes is one command, and they can't wait to pounce on the enemy.

However, the creature that could command them did not.

"You're funny, human soldier."

It said in surprise: "The plague is raging in your body, but you grit your teeth and show that you are fine. It stands to reason that the pain it brings to you will exceed the limit of your willpower." Yes... what is the strength that supports you?"

There was no answer—because the soldier was dead, he was just an ordinary Astra Militarum, and this resistance was all he could do.

Ordinary people, in front of a great demon Nurgle, are too insignificant.

Nerugos, the Maggotized Butterfly, knew about it, but it didn't intend to show it. The Astra Militarum earned its respect.

Unlike most of his kind, Nerugos doesn't have a particularly scary appearance. Yes, it is also very fat, but its skin is not rotten, its face does not have pustules constantly raised and exploded, and its abdomen does not have a terrifying huge mouth... Its skin is as white as jade In general, there is a charm beyond the mundane.

This is rare among the children of Nurgle. They never cared about their appearance. From this point of view, Nerugos can be regarded as an outlier among them.

"Humans really fascinate me."

It said so, shook its head, and walked away from the city of corpses. The swarm of bees followed behind it, crowding the sky densely, and the once blue color disappeared without a trace under their cover.

It noticed, or maybe it didn't—anyway, there were a pair of terrified eyes hiding in the corpse, staring away at it. After confirming that it had left completely, the owner of those eyes finally pushed away the corpse and stood up abruptly.

She stood tremblingly, her short ear-length hair, which was originally soft, was now sticky with blood. She wept, tears rolling down her eyes, but it didn't last long.

The little reason the girl had left allowed her to know that crying would not help the current situation at all.

Gritting her teeth, she took the dead soldier's rifle from him. The latter's diseased fingers rested on the receiver, pale and swollen, and a lot of skin even stuck to it. Suppressing her nausea, the girl wiped the marks on the rifle with her sleeve.

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She squatted on the ground, imitating the posture of soldiers shooting guns, and made a look that looked like that. His finger rested on the trigger, and quickly moved away again.

How to... how to survive?

This question hovered in her mind—before today, this question did not need to be considered by her at all.

Tia Dewar, the precious only daughter of the Dewar family, grew up in this garden world named Phinelos, and was called the Crown of Phinelos because of her astonishing beauty... Her living conditions can be imagined, and all residents in the garden world don't need to worry about this problem.

They live in bliss, and the resources that the inhabitants of other worlds struggle to obtain throughout their lives may be nothing more than mouthwash every morning.

However, these things only lasted until today.

As far as Tia was concerned, she had no idea how that thing came to be or what it was. All she knew was that the other party had killed everyone, with an invisible weapon.

It just passed through the street, and countless people's eyes exploded and their trachea were coughed out.

As long as it walks through the square, the vegetation withers and turns into horrible dead branches, and even the ground turns into a sticky lake of mud, in which an ominous green-brown color is brewing.

It walked through the city, brought death, took life—and left Tia alone.

Why?

The girl held the gun, but couldn't come up with an answer. She was well educated in her family, which gave her a lot of knowledge. Her inquisitive personality also makes her far smarter than her peers—however, a child's intelligence is not enough to solve this kind of problem.

Perhaps only Nurgle himself knows why Tia was unaffected by the blight.

However, a loving father would not speak. She will only watch everything happen naturally with calm and kind eyes.

Tia Dewar rose to her feet, struggling to her feet. That gun was a bit too heavy for a veritable princess like her. The heaviest things she had ever carried were just pens and combs, and the m35 light gun weighed three kilograms.

Holding the gun whose name she didn't know yet, Tia began to stumble and run in the familiar but unfamiliar city. She bit her lower lip, trying her best not to recall her parents' blood-stained faces. However, human brains often do not listen to the thoughts of their slaves.

She began to keep thinking about it.

And then—wept again.

She stopped behind the fountain in the square, on the opposite side of what used to be a quiet and pleasant street. The second shop from the left is an antique shop, the owner is a kind old man. Walking a little further, you will see a dark workshop. The owner of the workshop is a big dark man, taller than ordinary people, but always smiling and very kind.

Thinking of these familiar faces, she couldn't help but start to move towards a dangerous place again. The child is unable to comprehend the dramatic changes in the world around him, and children's malice towards the world can only take one and only one way.

They cry and expect help from their mothers and a helping hand from their fathers.

Only by getting rid of this matter will they truly become 'adults'.

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But Tia Dewar's coming-of-age day isn't today.

A voice above her head spoke with palpable concern: "Tia? Are you okay?"

The weeping girl opened her tear-filled eyes and saw a large dark hand. She looked up and saw a giant looking at her worriedly.

"Uncle Prometheus!"

She finally saw a familiar face, so she couldn't bear the complicated emotions anymore. She threw down the gun and hugged the giant's calf and cried—it's a bit weird to say, but her current height is indeed only enough to reach the giant's leg. leg.

"Oh, stop crying, kid. I just took a nap. Why did the city look like this when I woke up?"

The giant called Prometheus picked up the gun and held it in his hand like a stick, then bent down and patted her shoulder with concern: "Do you know what happened?"

The girl wept and described the nightmare scene she saw, and Prometheus' expression gradually became serious as she described it. A mist from past experiences clouded his face, making his expression calm and terrifying. Tia looked at his face, forgot words for a moment, just thought he looked a little strange.

She is still unclear about this expression and the meaning behind it.

"So that's it, boy... I'm afraid we need to find someone else. There's more than one Beeple and one city on this planet."

Hearing this, Tia's eyes widened in horror: "You mean—"

"Yes." Prometheus lowered his head and answered patiently. "I'm afraid it's going to find other people...these, um, creatures..."

He frowned, a trace of pain appeared on his dark face, and the surrounding air became turbulent. Tia didn't know anything about it. Prometheus' body was too tall, blocking everything tightly.

After a long time, Prometheus gave up digging past memories in his brain—he was in too much pain, in a physical sense. Whenever he did this, the pain that surged up from the depths of his bone marrow would destroy all defenses in his thinking, making it difficult for him to continue.

He summed it up in a non-summative way: "... Anyway, they aren't very good creatures, in fact, probably the worst kind. Ah, I always thought I might know their names .”

The girl looked at him worriedly: "Can't you remember the past again?"

"I guess..." Prometheus said vaguely, stroking the back of his head. "Aren't I always like this?"

"You usually have a pretty good memory. You remember our birthdays."

Having said that, the girl beamed with joy. She was easily distracted and temporarily forgot about the pain. As Prometheus led her forward, he patiently and carefully listened to her words and the movements around her.

"Look!"

She happily raised her right wrist towards Prometheus, where a silver bracelet was reflecting the sunlight: "This is the birthday present you gave me three years ago, and I have always worn it!"

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"I'm glad to see you like my craft so much." Prometheus smiled lowly. "It's not easy to make a bracelet like that...huh? How did I do it?"

He frowned again, but not for long.

Prometheus didn't know his real name, even this name was given by others. He didn't know why he was so tall and dark-skinned—but generally speaking, he was not a person who liked to be in the dark.

— If you really can’t remember something, it’s better to forget it, isn’t it?

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In the dark galaxy, a cruiser is moving forward slowly but vigorously.

In a certain training ground on the ship, two strong giants are fighting each other.

The one with two deep red tear stains on his face attacked fiercely, and the fists he swung made the air scream sharply. The one who was fighting with him had a pair of golden eyes and was panting right now.

A few minutes later, their boxing match was over.

"Captain Yin Zekiel, your boxing skills are really terrible." Cordos had a wry smile on his face. "Especially the uppercut that was aimed at my stomach..."

"I beg your pardon, Sergeant Cordos, but I learned my boxing skills from a space wolf."

Yin Zekiel took off his boxing gloves and showed a faint smile: "His skills are indeed mainly about winning...do you feel okay?"

"Strange as always."

Cordos said with a wry smile, "Ever since I... came back to life, I've always felt weird."

Inzekiel knew what he was referring to. The Emperor's Sword sergeant had been mortally wounded in a gang-hopping by traitors. He should have died, but...he didn't.

As for the reason?

Just look at those golden eyes.

Generally speaking, this is a good thing-everyone thinks so, only Cordos himself is not happy. First, he thought that he was mediocre and could not bear the burden of the emperor's blessing, and he could even say that he was not worthy at all.

Secondly, he has been constantly dreaming recently.

"Talk about your dream, did you dream again last night?" Yin Qijier asked proactively.

"Yeah... dreamed of some strange pictures."

Cordos frowned, leaning on the ropes of the boxing ring and remembering: "A world of ice and snow... I was fighting a group of bugs with disgusting appearances with a chainsword, and I was fighting against them together. A bunch of savages in furs and iron armor."

"They fought well, in fact, very well. These guys are simply the best recruits, organized, disciplined, skilled in combat, high in morale..."

Yin Zekiel listened patiently, and he knew that the scenes seen by this Cordos sergeant were usually relatively large. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Then a group of soldiers in black armor... fought against me, and they fell one by one, defying life and death at my hands...but none of them fled, or surrendered. "

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Let's go and give it a try. 】

Cordos' narration gradually turned into a mutter: "But... I never felt that those things happened for real. Someone must have experienced these battles. Yes, they must have That's it..."

His description made Yin Zekiel feel a little familiar. Of course, this familiarity did not come from a good side, but from a curse that had been away from their Blood Angels for a long time.

This, the ability to see a picture of something that has already happened...

"Perhaps we should ask Lord Crane." Yin Zekiel said.

Cordos was taken aback by his proposal, and quickly refused: "How can you bother him because of this?!"

"No, no, Lord Klan doesn't think this kind of thing is a trouble... If you continue to let it go on, I'm afraid it will become a real trouble. Don't refuse again, Cordos , this is related to your fate."

destiny?

Cordos smiled wryly and lowered his head. He had never felt so powerless—in the past, he never believed in fate, but now...

"Ok."

In the end, he gave in.

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