Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"I don't expect things to end so easily, since the Targaryen brothers have not yet returned."

Arianto, the one-eyed, cold, emotionless giant, was currently writing something on a parchment roll with a quill that was too small for him.

"No matter what, it is still necessary to maintain the purity within the Chapter. We have made deals with aliens, so we are not tolerated by the empire. But we are still useful. Although we cannot walk openly under the sun, we can still be useful.

Serving the empire is the best reward."

"But we are still sin-bearers. My brother, do not forget this. We must always be vigilant... I am sure you have not forgotten that in that great rebellion, our brothers were

How to turn into a terrifying evil beast."

After a pause, he started writing again.

"The act of dismantling the Butcher's Nails cost us more than four hundred brothers, and only ten of us survived. But their deaths were meaningful, and we are finally no longer the hated World Eaters.

, I once hoped to use the name of War Dog. But the words of the Targaryen brothers made me give up this idea."

"I think it is necessary for you to listen to this. He said, The past is past. The war dog is the war dog of the master of mankind, let it sleep in history. We are no longer worthy

Let’s not call ourselves this name again.”

"I need your attention, brother. Although the Butcher's Nails have been removed, we will still be affected by the sequelae. The impact of that abominable cruel technology on us will probably last until death, but no matter what,

The war group has set off first. We are heading to the front of the Great Rift, you must maintain the purity of the war group."

"You can't worry about conscription. If you really succeed in convincing those politicians to give us a world of conscription, I also hope that you will be cautious and cautious. We are a group of losers with a shameful past.

war group, bringing them in is tantamount to making our new brothers bear sins that they do not need to bear."

"Anyway, the Emperor bless you - I hope I can meet Angron this time. Do you remember Maurice's last wish? I promised him that I would spit on Angron's face.

"

Arianto put down his pen, and a servitor quickly came in and took away the letter. The giant stood up. He was only wearing a simple linen robe, and the rough clothes that did not suit his identity rubbed his forehead.

Body. There were horrific scars on the back of his head, as if someone had opened the back of his head and taken out something.

"The day of atonement will come soon."

Arianto muttered to himself, looking forward to meeting that damn monster. He would definitely leave an indelible mark on it.

At this moment, another giant pushed open his door. The other giant had a bald head and the same scar on the back of his head. He looked at Arianto and said: "Brother, our crossing engine cannot be used."

"...We discussed this three days ago, Tech Sergeant Zachary."

Arianto looked at him with a headache: "A large crack has occurred, so this is the reason. Not only the cross-engine, but also the star language communication cannot be used."

Technical Sergeant Zachary was silent for a while, then touched his bald head and said: "My memory impairment is getting more and more serious. I might forget my name one day. I apply to be transferred to the Death Company."

"approve."

"Then, I will leave first, Brother Arianto." The technical sergeant said dryly: "If there is a battle, I must be placed in the most dangerous area."

"I can't live without you."

The technical sergeant nodded, closed the door for him, and gradually left.

Arianto was filled with bitterness that he couldn't express. Their only technical sergeant had become a mental patient with impaired memory function due to the removal of the Butcher's Nail. He would forget something from time to time, and it had even become more and more serious recently.

If you forget your conversation with him today, will you forget your name tomorrow?

He didn't know, so he simply accepted Zackley's proposal. It was better to let a soldier die in battle than to have him forget his name.

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"Orbital bombing is very effective."

The captain calmly commented on the results of the battle in front of them. In front of them, in front of the porthole of the second bridge - outside the window, a whole piece of broken planet fragments showed what they had just done.

After these days of training, he has been able to remain normal and face these large-scale weapons that were completely unacceptable in the past. They are the Astra Militarum, responsible for ground attacks. In the past, this kind of weapon could directly destroy a planet.

Only the most elite of the Imperial Navy can possess it.

He had to admit - damn, it was really fun to destroy a planet full of traitors.

"Well done, Captain."

A voice came from behind him, and the captain immediately recognized who it was. He turned around, smiled and greeted the Astartes: "This is not worth mentioning, any soldier after three days of training can

You can do what we can do, Lord Ezekiel."

Ezekiel smiled: "I remember I said, there is no need to call me "sir" anymore - we are already comrades-in-arms."

"I insist, my lord. You can do this, but I can't. I don't want to be visited by those inquisitors who have just boarded the ship."

His words made Ezekiel frown: "What? Are they causing trouble for you?"

"It's not that they're looking for trouble, they're just asking me for questions," the captain replied. "They want to know when and how we got on the ship. And some things about the Destruction of the Deep."

"You answered?"

"I gave them five words." The captain gave a mysterious smile, and Ezekiel burst into laughter. Of course he knew the Cadian style - they were quite accomplished in how to use vulgar language.

But after laughing, his expression turned serious again: "If they threaten you...you know who to call, Captain."

"I assume they are not fools, threatening the Cadian people on this ship?"

The captain shrugged easily: "I don't think the judges would do such stupid things."

Ezekiel snorted coldly: "Don't underestimate their stupidity. After going through such a battle, they can still do such a thing as interrogating you. This is enough to prove something."

His eyes flashed, and Ezekiel turned around: "I will go talk to them, Captain, you and your soldiers have a good rest. I know the mental depletion of the compound magic cannon, and the machine soul's

The roar must still be echoing in your ears, right?"

Ezekiel left quickly. When an Astartes wants to move quickly, even a long journey will seem faster. What's more, the Inquisitors are on the second deck.

Center. He followed the guidance of the center of the array and came all the way to the rooms of the judges.

There are only seven of them, so the room they are assigned cannot be very big. Although the Revenge is a huge star warship, the owner of this ship is not one of those Rogue Traders who want to see the face of the Inquisitor - Izzy

If Kiel said it, they should even live in a warehouse.

Because of the little secrets of the Crimson Blade Chapter, he has never had a good attitude towards the Inquisition.

Ezekiel came to the door of the room expressionlessly. The door of the room that detected his identity opened immediately. Seven inquisitors were sitting around a table, apparently discussing something. Seeing his arrival,

These people were a little surprised.

Not long after, one of the judges said: "My lord, do you have any business with us?"

"I heard that you went to 'question' a Cadian captain. Is this true?"

"indeed so."

"Very good, you are quite honest." Ezekiel nodded, the two deep red tear marks on his face looked so horrifying at this time. "I don't want you to go find him again, or anything else."

People. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."

The seven judges looked at each other, and then, it was the one who spoke: "With all due respect, sir, we are just conducting routine inquiries. After every battle with the traitors, we will ask some Astra Militarum,

Please forgive me, this is necessary."

"You think they're going to fall?"

"It's absolutely not the intention, but we still have to make inquiries. It's our duty."

"Duty?"

Ezekiel smiled: "Your duty is to deal with the enemies of the empire, not to disturb a soldier with outstanding merits. His contribution to the empire is much greater than yours."

The judge who was responsible for speaking stood up. He slowly took off his hat, revealing his neat short black hair. The judge came to him and said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "Can you go out and talk, sir?"

Ezekiel nodded noncommittally.

They came to the outer bridge. It was quiet here and there was no one there. The Inquisitor sighed and said: "I understand what you mean, but my companions... uh, how should I put it?

"

He scratched his head in distress: "They haven't been normal since they came back from Bandar Planet."

The judge pointed to his own eyes. His originally light blue eyes now had some small gold. Fragments of golden light were shining in them: "I mean, they really want to

Do something to prove yourself.”

"Then restrain your men, Inquisitor."

After a little understanding of the situation, Ezekiel calmed down. He nodded to the inquisitor: "Don't cause trouble for anyone anymore, save your strength for joining gangs to fight——"

"——Jump into gangs and fight?!"

The judge's tone suddenly became sharp, and he said excitedly: "When?! Sir, please let me know! I will kill those traitors!"

He roared inarticulately: "Kill them all, burn them, I will hang their bodies on the flagpole, damn traitors! Damn heretics!"

Ezekiel took a step back without leaving a trace to prevent his saliva from splashing on himself. After the judge calmed down slightly, he said: "It seems that you have a special liking for close combat...

,Judge."

The judge smiled awkwardly: "No, no, I haven't been like this before... It's just, alas, forget it."