Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Terra Space Station is a new building. Compared with Terra, it is too young. But its size is not. The huge silver metal ring tightly wraps Terra, as if it is her orbit.

No matter how many times she looks at it, Bonavia will always lose her mind.

"We are about to dock with the space station, please be prepared. If shaking is expected, please activate the magnetic boots or secure yourself to the seat."

The main control computer of the spacecraft reminded the two of them with a gentle synthesized voice, and Bonavia immediately pressed a green button on the seat belt and fixed herself in the seat.

Frank ignored the reminder from the main control computer and was leisurely playing with a combat dagger in his hand. Apart from weapons and equipment, he had no other hobbies.

This is a reward obtained after a certain mission. It is the latest scientific and technological achievement. There are three optional modes. The first is the normal mode. There is nothing to talk about, except that it is extremely sharp and sturdy.

The second mode, the high-frequency vibrating blade, is used to deal with armored enemies. The third, high-temperature mode, can cause devastating blows to enemies who rely on their physical strength. Through the built-in pattern array, this combat weapon in high-temperature mode

The dagger can even melt ceramite directly, let alone the physical body.

As long as it is inserted into the body, the terrifying high temperature and the energy delivered by the pattern will melt the flesh in an instant. Guilliman once commented that the high temperature mode of this thing is like a dagger version of a melt gun, and Frank thought it was very vivid.

Three minutes later, with a moderate jolt, they successfully docked with the space station. The spacecraft entered a dark space, and blue light slowly lit up around it. A series of complex disinfection procedures were started.

After another ten minutes of waiting, when it was confirmed that there were no signs of pollution inside and outside the ship, the dark space became brighter. It was surrounded by silver metal walls, and the metal on one wall slowly extended to reach the vicinity of the spacecraft.

for them to disembark.

Frank walked out of the ship and looked down at the personal portable terminal placed on his left wrist. There were still 21 hours left before the appointment with Guilliman, and it only took three days to arrive at the Terra Space Station from Macragge's Glory.

Less than an hour.

high speed.

He walked forward, walking slowly so that Bonavia could keep up with him. The two passed through the silver bridge and arrived in front of the metal wall. Frank lowered his head and put his right hand on the wall.

.

"Verification passed."

A cold AI voice came from the metal wall: "The holder of the highest authority, codenamed Punisher. Where do you want to go?"

"Area C." Frank said with a familiarity. "First go to the doctor, and then go to Area D. I want to find a weapons craftsman. By the way, I will conduct an overall repair of my ship."

"Please wait a moment, we are planning a route for you and mobilizing the aircraft...The route is relatively blocked. A fearless elder was cured today, and a celebration ceremony is being held inside the space station. Can you accept the transmission?"

"Can."

"Please wait...the transmission is about to begin, please keep a certain distance from your attendants."

Bonavia quickly stood further away from Frank, and the blue light began to light up slowly, and after two seconds, it completely covered the retina of her left eye and the visual sensor of her right eye. When it returned to normal, they had arrived at the space station.

Zone C.

This place is not as lively as usual and appears to be very quiet. Today, a fearless elder was cured, which is a good thing among good things, and the celebrations that followed are even better things. Most people chose to go to the space station.

Participate in activities in Zone A.

Only a small number of people who still need to stick to their posts are still here.

For example, the more special doctor they are looking for.

Bonavia walked through Area C with ease. Within a few minutes, she found her destination. A signboard with the word 'DOC' hung on the door, and the door was closed. The silver walls were not like the surrounding ones.

The difference is, this shop doesn't even have windows.

"Will you go in with me?" Bonavia asked.

"No, I'll wait for you outside. Even if the repairs are completed." Frank rejected her proposal with a very cold expression. "I don't like the race of that doctor."

I don't like it either, my lord, but His Highness the Regent seems to like it...

Bonavia nodded crisply, turned around, opened the door and walked in. The space inside was spacious, with soft white lights on. A figure with a concave and convex back was sitting with his back to her. Lying on the operating table in front of him was a man with two eyes.

Closed-up Astra Militarum soldiers.

"No matter who you are, don't disturb me first..."

The rugged back never looked back, and the skillful Gothic language was mixed with some weird accents, making it elegant and tactful. It sounded like an actor performing a drama.

Bonavia waited quietly as she was told, but in fact, she was not in a daze out of boredom. As mentioned earlier, the female inquisitor liked her nanomechanical face very much for many reasons. For example, now, she can pass through the right

Eye sensor for easy reading of books.

Half an hour later, the doctor put down the scalpel with satisfaction.

She took off the medical gloves that were filled with a mixture of blood and engine oil, and threw them away. The two gloves flew high into the sky and accurately hit the trash can at the other end of the room. The weird square silver bucket received the trash.

It buzzed for a while and then stopped moving.

The doctor stood up and pressed a few times on the operating table where the Astra Militarum was lying. It sank directly into the ground, and the pipeline would directly transport him from the operating table to the medical cabin. Bonavia estimated that,

An injury like his only takes forty minutes to heal.

"Okay, it's your turn - oh, it's you, Bonavia."

The doctor turned around and raised her eyebrows in surprise. But she didn't waste too much time reminiscing. She stamped her feet, and a brand new operating table rose again from the ground. Even the surgical instruments were brand new. Needless to say,

Bonavia lay down consciously.

"Is your examination due?" The doctor stretched out gracefully, revealing his perfect figure. "Or do you want to add some spice to yourself? Ah, then you may be disappointed."

She said nonchalantly: "I haven't passed the modification test yet, so I can't modify it for you at the moment. Of course, if you don't mind, I can work for you without a certificate."

Bonavia rejected her proposal without hesitation: "No, doctor, I'm just here for repairs. The inspection period has expired."

"Okay - um, do you want anesthesia or not?"

"wide awake."

"Okay... Well, why don't any of you like anesthetics? It's very painful to perform part replacement surgery while awake, okay? If this continues, I will apply to the space station to reduce the supply of anesthetics."

This particular doctor was obviously a talker. She took up the white hair in front of her forehead and tucked it behind her pointed ears. Despite this, the movements of her hands were still not slow.

She complained and patted the side of the operating table. A set of repair tools for replacing nanomachines replaced the surgical tools.

Only a handful of 731 people in the space station are qualified to use this complex and very expensive set of tools. The Eldar doctor who is complaining is one of them.

...Don't ask why there is an Eldar doctor on the Terra space station, and don't ask why Bonavia seems to have no objection to this. If you have any questions, turn right and go out to find Robert Guilliman.

He has a thousand reasons.

And they are all legitimate.