Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The smell of incense issued by the state religion burns extremely smoothly in this small quiet room. The airtight and narrow room makes the smell of incense so strong that it is almost poisonous. Normal people cannot accept the smell here, but the owner of the room

He is not a normal person to begin with.

The four black walls are made of metal, smooth and smooth, and hung with four oil paintings, all purchased from rogue traders. Even to the most critical critic, these four paintings are rare masterpieces.

The painting is good, but the owner of the room is not necessarily a good person.

The governor of the planet Kargath, Lorden Kargath, named after the planet, is an extremely fat, tall man. His pale and swollen face often has a look of arrogance and viciousness. This is not unrelated to his identity.

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On this remote planet, high in the sky and far away, Lorden Kargath can freely exercise his precious hereditary rights. On this planet, he is no different from a god. There are countless people who will fight to get him.

With a word of affirmation, he threw his head and shed blood. To this day, his rule has lasted for one hundred and seventy-three years.

It is foreseeable that this decadent reign will continue for a long time. Lorden Kargas has enough financial and material resources to perform reconstructive surgery on himself to extend his life. If this is not possible, he can also directly replace the lesions

of organs.

This is probably the case for these planetary governors - they only need to pay taxes on time and provide certain support when the empire comes to recruit troops. As long as they do this, the Inquisition will turn a blind eye to what they do.

One eye. But if you don't do this, even if you are well-known in the local area and are a good person, the Inquisition will come on time.

Then make a hole in your head.

As for who the successor will be, they don't care and don't care. As long as you pay taxes on time and pay as needed.

It's cruel, but also very realistic. The empire is ruled by such a huge and corrupt bureaucracy.

The door of the quiet room was pushed open, and a fat figure squeezed in. Just these two steps made him out of breath. He was addicted to drugs and alcohol every day, and even though Louldon's body was using mechanical

Even if you maintain it, you won't be able to exercise for too long.

Without looking at the four exquisite oil paintings, he went straight to a corner of the room, raised his hand and pressed on the wall. With a soft sound, another door opened at the corner of the wall. Luo

Erden once again squeezed his body in with difficulty. He was sweating profusely and looked anxious.

Just then, something interesting happened.

A hand pushed him gently from behind, and a man asked in a low and polite voice: "Do you need help?"

Lorden's body froze.

Two seconds later, he screamed: "Guards! Guards!"

Frank stood in the quiet room with great interest and watched the unpleasant fat pig crying and struggling in the door because he was too fat. His expensive robe was cut, and so was his skin.

The oil and parts were exposed from the subsurface of the skin, but there wasn't much blood.

"You can scream a little longer..." Frank kicked his butt with his foot. "After all, soon you will never be able to say anything again."

Luo Erden, who was stuck in the crack of the door, was still making his final struggle: "I can give you a lot of things. Really, our family has a lot of treasures!"

"No, those are the property of the empire and have nothing to do with you. Lorden Kargath." A woman's voice intervened in the conversation. Lorden couldn't see her face, but the voice also made him feel scared.

——Compared to the man's ridicule, there was a hint of contempt in this woman's voice.

That is contempt for not treating him as a living person.

He screamed again, but due to excessive struggling, he suffered from hypoxia. Although the artificial organs and mechanical modifications in his body quickly took effect, allowing this broken and pitiful body to enjoy a little scented air with difficulty, but he

I still feel like I can't breathe.

He cried and screamed.

In this background sound, Imperial Judge Bonavia spoke the verdict steadily without any interference.

"Lorden Kargath, you have betrayed the Empire. The evidence of your crime is conclusive and there is no need for trial. You will be executed on the spot and executed immediately. You will be deprived of your identity as the planet's governor, and your descendants will be beaten as slaves until they are born.

It takes a hero of battle to be pardoned. Remember this, the soul of your ancestor Kargath is dishonored because of you.”

"boom!"

With a gunshot, the firepower of the bolt gun easily smashed the fat pig into pieces. Frank took back the bolt gun, and he had to admit that after leaving Terra, the female inquisitor began to show him

It must be a bit pleasing to the eye.

She works quickly and is not bound by red tape. Often after Frank executes a corrupt planet governor or fleet commander, she can immediately find the next one. Frank doesn't know how she does it, and she doesn't care about it.

The political connections behind women.

He only cares about one thing: "Where is the next target?"

"There is no next target, sir."

Bonavia shook her head: "We executed three fleet commanders and seven planetary governors in one month. If we continue to kill, there is a high probability that this sector will hold a political meeting against us. By then,

, if they have the idea of ​​​​rebellion, we will take full responsibility."

"Then let's kill them together." Frank rubbed his fingers on the barrel of the bolter, and the collision between metal made him squint his eyes.

"The fact that they would hold a meeting over this kind of thing shows that they are afraid. The fact that they are scared shows that there is something wrong with them..."

"That's not how things work out, my lord." Bonavia smiled bitterly.

"The evidence of these incompetents we executed is conclusive, but because of your existence, the evidence cannot be released. The whole process they saw was that two inquisitors came to this star area to massacre for no reason. If you don't do anything,

It’s weird to react.”

"These people may not be good at governing the planet, but they must be good at political struggle." Bonavia persuaded Frank in a tactful tone, but the Punisher didn't bother to pay attention to her at all.

He turned around and walked out of the room. There were corpses on the ground outside - Lorden Kargath was not a fool. In addition to corruption, he also established a personality cult and forcibly married more than a hundred people (including men, women and children) in the name of the Emperor.

In addition, he also specially recruited psykers born on his planet.

This is something that is strictly prohibited by the Tribunal. We can say that if you don’t pay taxes, if the amount of compensation after the event is sufficient, then it is not impossible to discuss allowing you to continue to be the governor. If you don’t pay taxes, if the gentlemen of the Ministry of Military Affairs are

If you can hold a gun to your head and still be strong, then you are considered capable.

But if you hide a psionic person and don't report it...

No one can save you.

The reason why Lorden was executed on the spot was partly due to these corpses - they were all psykers, seven in total. One of them was particularly difficult to deal with, and his psionic lightning made Frank spend a lot of effort. He fought for

Let the dagger hit the guy's eyeball perfectly, and deliberately aimed for five seconds longer.

Frank and Bonavia stepped over the corpses, and outside were the defense troops and servitors lying on the ground. These people were just blind obedience, not a serious crime, so Frank did not kill them. The psychic power he obtained after being transformed could allow him to

It is very easy to do something that was completely impossible to do before.

Unfortunately, most of the time, he still likes to use guns.

"Sir, I am serious." Bonavia still wanted to dissuade him, but whether he was the original body or not, Frank was famous for his stubbornness.

He just said coldly: "If you can't do it, I will find someone else. If it doesn't work, I just need an instrument that I can carry with me."

"Clear this matter, Inquisitor." He stopped, stared at Bonavia's burned face, and spoke in a gloomy tone.

"Corruption and incompetence are equivalent to betrayal. If I go by my previous standards, 15% of the people on this planet need to have their heads blown off by bullets. Now I only kill these, which is merciful enough."

At this moment, another man's voice came from his communication channel, with a little helplessness: "Frank, this is not the earth you know. We are in a near-future universe with a bunch of feudal bureaucracies.

Dealing with it, you can't just kill everyone - that would lead to a big meltdown."

"...I respect you, captain."

After a moment of silence, Frank said this.

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There is an 'Avenger' class heavy battlecruiser floating in the orbit of the planet Kargath, which has been in service for more than 1,200 years. This long-lasting old ship has made countless contributions to the empire.

She is beloved among the navy as 'His Blade', but her real name is actually quite inconspicuous.

'Rapid Revenge', this is her name. To be honest, it actually fits her identity as an Avenger-class cruiser. After all, this kind of ship has an attack method, which is to approach the enemy ship at extremely high speed and use her

Two rows of high-speed naval guns tore the enemy apart.

At present, no ship can escape after being approached by her. Unfortunately, times have changed. Everyone no longer practices close combat, and this ship has gradually retreated from the front line. But she can still serve the Empire

Make a contribution, like now.

Steve Rogers stood on the bridge with his hands behind his back, staring at the surface of the planet Kargath. He sighed inaudibly: No matter which world it is, Frank Custer will always be so difficult to deal with.

He had met the Punisher from another world with Guilliman over Terra a month ago. Although Steve had been mentally prepared for it, he was still shocked by Frank's behavior.

He knew the Punisher's style of doing things, but he didn't expect that he could still go his own way after changing to another universe, without caring about other people's opinions or the consequences of doing so. To his relief, Frank was still willing to listen to some of his suggestions.

A tall and strong woman with a dignified appearance walked up behind him. Her face was resolute, and her beautiful face carried a moving heroic spirit: "My lord, with all due respect, how much more time are we going to waste here?"

"I understand your anxiety, Lady Cassandra Vanleskus. After all, a fleet commander cannot stay away from his ship for too long."

Steve said in a gentle tone: "But we have to do things according to the regent's schedule, right? He is very strict and very precise. I appreciate such precision and step-by-step. You and I are both soldiers, soldiers

Discipline must be observed.”

"I understand, my lord, but - one month!"

Lady Cassandra sighed, her dark blue prosthetic eye unblinking, in stark contrast to her other eye: "It has been a month, and when I think of so many soldiers rushing to

I can't bear the fact that my Third Fleet and I haven't even set off on the battlefield yet."

"Wait some more time, madam." Steve smiled. "No, Fleet Commander. It is necessary to maintain the stability of this sector. They are an important checkpoint on our way to launch the expedition. You also know that logistics is

The most important part of war, isn't it?"

Lady Cassandra nodded. She was not unaware of these things. It was just her loyalty to the empire that urged this tall lady all the time. She was more powerful than many men and more beautiful than many women. Because of this

In this way, she believes that she needs to take more responsibility for the empire.

That's why she is so anxious and can't tolerate even the slightest behavior, which she thinks is a waste of time.

Steve understood her, but he was also stubborn.

Since the commander has issued an order, everyone should obey it.

"Then, I will go back to my ship first, sir. I hope that when we meet again, we will be on the front line fighting those... please forgive me."

The lady said firmly: "I will no longer sully my lips with those blasphemous words. May the Emperor's artillery fire destroy them completely."

After saying that, she left as vigorously and resolutely as when she came.

Steve looked at the lady with admiration. A shadow appeared behind him, and a giant walked out of it. His face and body were all covered by the shadow, and he looked like a giant giant standing in the dark.

of bats.

"...You can come in through the main entrance, you know?"

Steve turned his head and said complainingly.

Batman didn't speak. He stretched out a hand from under the wide black cloak and shook Steve's hand with the etiquette of Earth. His voice was still hoarse, with an unpleasant gloom: "I know, but

I am used to it."

"It's not a good habit to always appear behind other people's backs." Steve said half-jokingly, then patted him on the shoulder: "Have you finished all your things?"

Batman nodded calmly: "Where's your helper? Frank Custer, right?"

"He's very good... so good that it's a bit too good." Steve shook his head and pressed his eyebrows.

He turned his head and looked at the cold universe outside, his expression turning cold for the first time.

"The war will begin soon." He muttered to himself with that look on his face.

"Furthermore, this was unlike any battle I'd ever fought. It was unbelievably huge. Like everything that happened in this universe, I was shocked. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have been able to

I believe that such a world will still exist.”

But this world just exists, cold, cruel, and with little hope.

Steve's expression quickly returned to calm. There was little hope, but there was still a glimmer of hope, and that was enough.

He is willing to fight for it.