Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The doctor didn't lie, and Bonavia had already been mentally prepared. Frankly speaking, it was really uncomfortable to replace parts while awake. To put it bluntly, it was similar to a dentist using a dental drill to grind away part of a broken tooth.

After the anesthesia was administered, the feeling was not very painful. It was just a short-term soreness and numbness, but Bonavia did not use anesthesia.

She was in so much pain that her clothes were soaked. Despite this, the female inquisitor remained quiet throughout the whole process, without even a cry of pain - this kind of willpower made the doctor's eyes shine. When the repair work was finally completed,

A smile appeared on her delicate face.

The doctor didn't wear makeup, but his smile was still beautiful. This was the case with the Eldar, who were usually taller, thinner and more beautiful than humans. But Bonavia was frozen by that smile.

"...What's the matter, doctor?"

"No, no, it's okay. I just want to ask, uh, Bonavia..." The doctor raised his hand and pinched the inquisitor's earlobe with a smile. "Do you like the opposite sex or the same sex?"

"Please, please respect yourself."

The inquisitor, who remained calm even when facing a whole boat of green-skinned beasts with Frank, suddenly panicked. She rolled over and rolled off the operating table, and ran to the door as if to escape: "See you next time, doctor!

"

"...Tsk, that's really boring."

The doctor sighed: "Oh, Lady Yin Fuleni, how long do I have to stay here? Although I do like the feeling of being a doctor..."

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The lady Yin Fuleni in her mouth was having a special conversation with a special person on a special ship.

This is a conversation that will not be recorded, and there will be no bystanders.

"Well, the three-year inspection period ends today."

The Imperial Regent, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, the supreme, extremely loyal, innocent, and upright Robert Guilliman was currently holding a teacup that fit his size and drinking non-stop.

He said: "The effect of the cooperation is good. Your people will indeed have very good ability to track Slaanesh followers and demons after being tested."

"Test?" A gentle female voice chuckled. "The transformation is still pretty much done."

"The essence is the same, but the nature is different."

Guilliman took another sip of tea without changing his expression: "They are not dead, but have new abilities, right? Considering the fragile alliance between us, this is acceptable."

"Yes, but they are all under your control. Many of them have even changed their principles."

"Including you?"

"What do you think?"

Guilliman did not answer the question.

The female voice laughed again: "The cooperation proposal is indeed good, I can't deny it. But I don't understand, how did you convince your people not to kill us?"

"Because we can control ourselves." Guilliman replied. "In the face of the interests of all mankind, some things are not worthy of comparison. Even if it is to endure your existence, even if it is to allow you to board the sacred Terra

The space station, these are all acceptable."

"Yeah?"

The woman who spoke finally walked out of the darkness. She was very tall, with snow-white hair tied into a smart high ponytail on the back of her head. She was wearing a long black skirt. She didn't look like she was here to talk, but rather like she was here to attend.

An invitation to a dance.

The woman lifted up her skirt gracefully and saluted: "Even if you want to dance with me, Robert?"

"...You have crossed the line, Yinfreni." Guilliman replied in a low voice. "We are partners, and nothing else."

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

"Then you are really heartless - but then again, doesn't your father have any objection to our existence?"

"In the face of the interests of all mankind." Guilliman repeated that sentence again. "Some things are not worthy of comparison."

"I think about something from time to time, Rob."

Yin Freni suddenly changed the subject: "What will happen if we end our cooperation?"

"It depends on the situation." Guilliman did not hesitate at all. "If you choose to submit to the Empire, and all of you have passed the detection and test of the pattern formation, then your Death Army will join the Empire, and an Eldar clan will become the Empire.

new member."

Yin Freni shook her head: "This is impossible, isn't it?"

"You are a Primarch, higher than us. But other humans...ah, Rob. I won't use that word that makes you angry, because I have changed my mind about you. But my compatriots

But it’s not.”

"Then let the war begin."

Guilliman put down the teacup. The exquisite teacup was undoubtedly the work of the Eldar. It was a work of art. He said: "I hope you understand, Yinfreni. Being an enemy of the Empire is not the same as seeking death.

the difference."

"Of course I can see this. After all, you are protected by God."

"He is not a god."

"I'm talking about the other one."

Guilliman frowned: "Who are you talking about?"

Yinfreni avoided answering and stepped forward. Standing, she was just as tall as Guilliman who was sitting. The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere fell into silence for a moment.

"You know who I am referring to," Yin Freni said slowly. "Who else could it be? You are so lucky. After a god grows old, you can actually get the favor of a new, even more powerful god.

"

The air turned cold, and the suppressed anger of the original body was causing this hidden room to scream silently. Its stable structure began to tremble a little, and before a certain point was reached, Guilliman took a deep breath.

The temperature returned to normal.

"Don't try to cross my bottom line, Yin Frene."

Guilliman stood up. He pinched Yinfreni's neck and lifted her up. The latter showed no resistance and even allowed him to increase his strength. Her eyes turned up slightly, revealing the whites of her eyes, and her breathing began to become unsmooth, but

Still no resistance.

The Primarch said gloomily: "I regard you as a friend, because you have helped me selflessly, even more than once. But I will not condone your slander of an Imperial hero. Do you know his name? Do you know him?

What great things have you done?”

"I...don't...know..." Yin Freni breathed hard, her words broken.

Guilliman let go of his hand and let Yin Frene return to the ground. His expression was still gloomy: "The cooperation will continue. Until the day that damn evil god dies, our cooperation agreement will still be valid. The Empire will work with you to fight against evil in the galaxy.

Slaanesh demons and cultists, some of the people you selected are still eligible to study in the empire."

"But, Yin Freni, you'd better never try to cross my bottom line. In front of the human race as a whole, there is no -"

Guilliman's expression changed to one of astonishment, and Yin Frené took a few steps back with a smile. That smile was so cunning. After a while, His Highness the Regent's expression quickly became distorted. He stood up abruptly, but Yin Frené had already used her

The superb martial artist left the room.

Only one sentence was left: "It's great that you regard me as a friend, Rob. I like it."

"..."

Guilliman's face twitched, and he sat back down. After a long time, he raised his hand and touched his lips.