Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Standing by the lake, He Shenyan stretched out his right hand. The calm lake surface began to boil, and the water floated and evaporated, revealing a large cube covered by metal underneath. It was completely dark and looked very mysterious.

stc.

Standard construction templates, priceless treasures of the empire, high-tech computers, are also things that Sergeant Pullyard paid his life for.

"I hope you deserve it."

He said, taking a step forward. The surface of the metal cube began to melt, revealing the large manufacturing machine and complex pipes and cables inside. This machine was completely different from the style of today's imperial mechanical creations. It was exquisite and full of complex beauty, and

Does not contain any religious elements.

This is very good, very good - at least He Shenyan doesn't like wetware computers very much.

"Then." He Shenyan tilted his head slightly. A priest from the Adeptus Mechanicus had been waiting behind him for a long time. "It's time for you to show off, Father Lagetinos."

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty—" There seemed to be something wrong with Father Ragtinos's voice machine. He quickly raised his right hand, and his fingers automatically transformed into a screwdriver. He pulled away a piece of metal under his throat.

board, inserted the screwdriver, and after a while of debugging, his voice returned to normal.

"Please forgive me, sir, I really can't contain my excitement."

Father Ragtinos's electronically synthesized voice sounded emotionless, but his own semi-mechanized body was shaking violently.

He took two steps closer, and his crimson mechanical eyes shrank for a while. Then, Father Ragtinos suddenly fell to the ground and twitched all over: "Oh Messiah——!"

"what happened to him?"

"Sir, we don't know either..." Yinsel, standing next to He Shenyan, replied tactfully. "They have always been like this."

Father Lagetinos tried hard to grope on the ground with his mechanical hand, seeming to want to stand up. But he failed many times. The emotional processing unit was too excited, and the tiny current generated caused his operating unit to generate

He was under a huge load, and even strengthening his limbs couldn't make him stand up.

The priest knew very well that his situation would continue for some time.

But he couldn't stop, the discovery was so amazing.

"My lord! My lord!" Father Lagetinos shouted loudly while lying on the ground, not caring that his rust-red robe was stained with mud and dust. He raised his right hand and pointed at the huge machine, a synthesized voice

There was even a lag: "That's a complete stc! Complete!"

"Are you sure?"

"One hundred percent sure, my lord! If not, let Om Messiah punish me by never being able to read the beautiful binary language again!"

He Shenyan laughed.

"It's better to stand up first, Father Lagetinos, you can't study this stc while lying on the ground like this."

"You - want me to study her?!" The priest was extremely grateful that his vocalizer had not been upgraded and could not add things like emotions, otherwise he would definitely sound like he was crying.

"Is there a better candidate here? You are our only technical priest. Stand up, Father Lagetinos, you still have work to do."

Ignoring the priest who was trying to stand up with the help of the Servo Skull, He Shenyan turned his head slightly and said to Insel: "Send two standard squads of monks to station here and request support immediately if you find any situation. In addition, notify Shen Shenzhi.

Destruction, let them station themselves on this planet and be responsible for air defense."

A cold light flashed in his eyes: "I give you permission to fire unrestrictedly on anyone who approaches without authentication."

The Chapter Leader nodded and had no objections to this - Are you kidding me? This is a complete stc...

A complete and fully functional STC basically only exists in legends. However, any rumor about a complete STC is enough for the Adeptus Mechanicus to send out an exploration team to find it.

Rumors are a small matter, and the worst thing they can do is settle the accounts with those fools who spread rumors afterwards. But if they can really find a running STC, it will change the pattern of the entire empire, and the empire will return to its peak, instead of the decadent general it is now.

The look of death.

Even more than that, the lost technology preserved in it will bring mankind back to its heyday, further expand the empire's borders, and destroy the alien aliens that threaten mankind.

To sum up, Inser even felt that the two squads were not enough. He even wanted to station an entire battle group here.

Faced with his suggestion, He Shenyan refused: "The research will not last long, and the Revenge will not leave too far. We will only conduct sweeps near this planet to ensure that no traitors can get close to here. Once

When the research on stc is finished, notify me immediately."

"I understand, sir, then I will lead the team myself."

"Go ahead."

A blue light flashed and he disappeared. When he reappeared, he had returned to the main control room of the Revenge.

Compared to leaving the STC on that planet, conducting research on the Revenge is obviously a more reliable choice. But that kind of cutting-edge technology does not fall into the scope of He Shenyan's research. He did not know that he would use magic to

Whether its transmission would cause any damage, he would rather leave it there than make a mistake.

The importance of stc is self-evident. Father Lagetinos alone may not be able to decipher all the data, but it is complete. This is enough. As long as Father Lagetinos can activate it, this matter

stc will be able to continuously produce a variety of cutting-edge imperial technologies that date back tens of thousands of years.

What does this mean?

The stc matter has come to an end. Frankly speaking, He Shenyan is only interested in one thing now. This is not an easy job.

Khorne will not watch his followers being slaughtered and remain indifferent. He is indeed happy to see this happen, but that does not mean that he does not want to push the mages to their limits. He Shenyan can foresee that Khorne will continue to emerge from the subspace

The Great Demon and his demon army were sent to stop him. A war unprecedented in history and unprecedented in history is about to begin.

And that's exactly what he wants.

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Arianto squatted next to a dead servitor, without a helmet, and his only remaining eye was staring at the servitor's head. It might have been a woman before it was modified, and it could still be seen on the chest cavity filled with mechanical parts.

A bit of evidence of its former gender, but now it's insignificant. It doesn't even remember its own name anymore.

Even life has been lost.

"How's it going?"

His brother, Targaryen, came over from the other side of the battlefield. He was covered in blood and looked irritable.

"Not good... This command servitor died three hours ago."

"We just entered the battlefield three hours ago."

"Yes, that means someone was here before us and killed it."

Targaryen's irritability was quickly turning into depression. He said in a low voice: "Zakli is dead, and we have no technical sergeants available."

"May he rest in peace - but it doesn't matter."

Arianto took the servitor's head off from its mutilated body and held it firmly in the palm of his right hand with great care. The servitor's black blood mixed with machine oil dripped from between his fingers:

"Bring its skull back first. Sooner or later we will meet a battle group with technical sergeants."

"I'm afraid they won't want to communicate with us."

"Then send a servitor to contact them..." Arianto snorted. "That's right, I don't want to talk to these brats after the second founding of the army."

Targaryen laughed for a long time. The last time he laughed was when the war group killed a Khorne demon at the cost of seventeen brothers: "Aren't we also a war group established after the second founding of the army?

"

"That's just an excuse." Arrianto walked across the battlefield, smoke rising behind him. A few rays of early morning sunlight penetrated the thick clouds and hit his armor. "We are the World Eaters, remember this.

, Targaryen.”

"Do you think I will forget?"

"not sure."

They returned to the transport plane together, and the brainless servitor responsible for driving it had been waiting for a long time. Of the fifteen brothers, only two of them survived in the end.

Arrianto couldn't say whether this was good or bad. He was saddened by the deaths of his brothers, but also happy for them - dying fighting for the Empire was the only way to prove their loyalty, and this atonement was far from over, not even

just began.

They each picked a seat and sat down. Arianto sat in Zachary's seat. The technical sergeant obviously didn't care about his seat. The seat panels of the chair were all skewed, but Arianto didn't bother to adjust them.

,So be it.

Targaryen sat opposite him, and the transport plane took off after a turbulence. The servitor modified by Zachary drove the old transport plane smoothly and steadily, helping them return to the spacecraft to mobilize manpower.

, take a short break and proceed to the next mission.

"Sometimes, I feel that we are dying." Targaryen said suddenly.

"Put away your blasphemous thoughts, Targaryen." Arrianto said seriously, but he didn't even bother to raise his head. He looked at the blue-grey floor between his legs and said in a calm tone: "Even if you die,

, and one must die with value."

"I don't see what our value is."

Arianto raised his head.

"The Inquisition will send people to take over this planet soon, and the corpses of traitors on it will be cleaned up. This planet may no longer be habitable, but at least it can be used for other purposes. We sacrificed the lives of thirteen brothers to

The Imperium has retaken a planet. This is what we are worth, Targaryen."

"No." Targaryen whispered. "Our value should be to die in the battle against Angron, not to die here."

"boom!"

Arrianto suddenly rose up and crossed several meters in one step. He pushed Targaryen hard against the bulkhead of the transport plane. He stared into his brother's empty eyes and suddenly realized that he was undergoing the removal of the Butcher's Nail.

The terrible sequelae.

The reason was simple. Targaryen's cheeks were twitching crazily, and his eyeballs were moving nervously. Bloodshot eyes began to spread to the whites of his eyes little by little, his nose trembled, and he was sweating profusely.

"Bang!" Arrianto slapped him without hesitation and shouted sternly: "Remember our past, Corporal Targaryen!"

"Ho-" Targaryen made a hard inhalation sound, which sounded like he had inserted a needle into his lungs. "Tranquilizer...quickly..."

"How many injections did you get today?"

"Three needles... hurry up! Arianto!" Targaryen roared, veins popped out on his thick neck, and his eyes were red. His body was shaking violently, and he almost fell from the chair.

He broke free from the belt, and the power armor was constantly giving warnings.

"Hurry! Arianto! Hurry!"

Three needles, no wonder you behaved so strangely, my brother. Arrianto silently took out a special sedative from his waist, raised his hand, and inserted it into Targaryen's chest with unquestionable precision and speed.

neck. After three minutes, he calmed down.

Arianto sat next to him, turned his head away, and asked after a long time: "How do you feel?"

"It's not good. Did I just start to fall into that 'empty' state again?" Targaryen's voice sounded very weak.

"Yes, it's even worse than that. You said some not-so-good things. If those in the Tribunal heard it, we would most likely be declared traitors immediately."

"Haha." Targaryen smiled. The smile was cold and filled with a certain hatred.

"They don't think so. We fight for the Emperor and his ideals. Whether we are traitors or not is up to him. And he must know whether we are or not."

Arianto was silent for a while and then changed the subject.

"Strictly control your dose, Targaryen. You can only give up to five damn injections a day. If you can't control your emotions and have to increase the dose, sooner or later you will forget many things like Zachary.

In the end, I even forgot my own name."

"We have forgotten thousands of things, my brother, what does it matter if we forget one more?"

Arrianto turned his head and looked at his brother seriously: "Then, I at least hope you can remember your name and identity. You are a corporal of the First Company of the World Eaters Legion, Targaryen Mor.

Reilius, you are my brother. We are loyal to the Emperor."

Targaryen lowered his head weakly, as if he had fallen asleep. Looking from Arianto's perspective, he could see the horrific scars on the back of Targaryen's head, and could also hear his murmur: "Yes, we

Loyal to the Emperor."

The transport plane left the orbit of the planet, and the servitors were still driving steadily. An hour later, they arrived at the spacecraft. Arrianto took Targaryen off his chair, and then handed him over to the three servitors who came.

.

"Place him properly," he said. "In addition, inform the captain to come and meet with me. I have something to talk to him about."

The servitor nodded - for a moment, Arrianto doubted whether this brainless machine could understand what he meant. Why did it nod? It was a machine.

Is it a designed program?

This meaningless question was quickly forgotten by him. Wearing blood-stained armor, Arianto took the skull and returned to his room.