Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Planetary governors are usually extremely extravagant and arrogant, and most of them are earth emperors on the planets they govern. The last thing they want to hear is probably that the Inquisitors or Imperial levy troops have arrived on their planet.

However, Taran No, the planetary governor of Moko Hulita, is not among them.

In appearance, he is a dark, thin, middle-aged man with a goatee, a serious expression, and an unsmiling look. He has spent forty-three years in the position of Planetary Governor since he inherited his father's position. He

I am sixty-seven years old this year, but I still look as young as I did when I was forty.

Needless to say, this is the credit of the life-extending surgery. Slowing down aging or even extending lifespan is not difficult for planetary governors. But the purpose of his life-extension surgery is very simple, not for his own enjoyment, but to let Moko

Khulita gets better.

Here, he is well-respected—and respected not because of his identity, but because of his noble personality.

At this time, the governor is sitting in his office filled with documents and handling government affairs. Unlike most planetary governors, he handles most local affairs himself instead of leaving them to government officials. Taran No.

He does not trust many local officials. In his opinion, they are all corrupt.

If he gets the chance, even if it's just a small piece of evidence proving their corruption, Taran No will not let any of them go.

He had understood from a long time ago that not everyone served the empire as wholeheartedly as he did, but he still did not expect that they would be so unscrupulous. Since twenty years ago, the corruption in Mokohulita has become more and more serious.

It was so serious that he himself didn't understand why it happened like this.

Taran Noe frowned tightly, tapping the quill in his hand hesitantly on the blank paper beside him. The paper was already covered with black dots.

The reason for such a posture was because of a report from the local Astra Militarum garrison.

Mokohuli Tower does not have an orbital defense force, but they still have two starports on the ground that can be used to receive spacecraft. Observing things in orbit is not difficult for them-Talan No is precisely because

This made me sad.

Two ships stayed in orbit... Coupled with the explosions and flames in the sky yesterday afternoon, he instinctively sensed the approaching danger.

Without further ado.

He no longer hesitated and reached out to press the communicator button on the table. After a burst of noise, the operator's voice rang out from its external loudspeaker: "Your Excellency, Governor, what can I do for you?"

"Help me pick up the leader of the 983rd Regiment of the Astra Militarum, His Excellency Uchanos."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

To this day, this backward communication technology is still used only on agricultural planets like Mokohulita. There was another noisy sound, which lasted for about five minutes, and a slightly distorted and intermittent sound sounded from the speaker.

Already.

"It's me, Uchanos. Your Excellency, Governor, what do you want?"

"That's right, I think-"

Taran No's words were stuck. He stared at the trembling solid wood desk. Hearing the shouts coming from outside the office, he suddenly became silent. His hand had already opened the second drawer on the right and took out the

He has acquired a valuable bolt pistol. Implants in his arms allow him to wield this powerful weapon.

"Your Excellency the Governor? Your Excellency the Governor? Are you still there?"

"——Yes, I'm still here, Commander Uchanos. Please dispatch your troops to the Governor's Mansion quickly."

After saying this, he hung up the phone and stood up immediately. The table was shaking more and more, and he could even feel the slight vibration through the floor. Taran Noe came to the window and pulled the

He closed the heavy curtains, then stood in the most secluded corner of the house, raising his bolt gun and aiming it at his door.

——Two seconds later, the office door was pushed open. But what walked in was not the rebels or terrifying demons he imagined, but a giant.

A giant from among the stars.

He was wearing green armor with gold rims on the shoulder pads. The Empire's double-headed eagle logo was flashing on his chest. He was not wearing a helmet, revealing a dark face and red eyes. At this time, he was staring at the holding

Taran No, the gunman, the darkness is completely worthless to him.

"Talan No?" the giant said, his voice low and solemn. "The adjutant of the second company of the Salamanders Chapter, Lernus Mollenia, is here. I have something important to talk to you about. Please

Put that bolter down, you're going to hurt yourself."

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Although Fabius Bayer is a hopeless madman and does not care about the boundaries and taboos of science. Even the devils think this man is very extraordinary...but he at least has one advantage.

.

He loves to be clean.

Almost to the point of paranoia - the ship he snatched had a large number of servitors, and Fabius had set them up to be completely cleaned every seven hours. It was of the highest standard and must be done even in the corridors.

Be spotless.

Such a love for cleanliness can actually explain to a certain extent why Fabius Bayer rarely communicates and cooperates with Nurgle's followers.

At this time, he was rushing to the Astropath bridge with that slender and weird body, while not forgetting to explain to it on the way.

"What I want you to do is actually very simple. You just need to use your spiritual power to explore the ship parked opposite us and the situation on this agricultural planet."

"You said... it's very simple..." The thing answered him with a strange grunt from its throat. "But doing it... is... another matter.

....."

"Everything is like this. It's always harder said than done. Otherwise, why do you think I would stay away from the brothers I once had? Hum, I quite like the Vesalius."

Bayer lied - he didn't really like the Vesalius, but he liked it terribly.

The Vesalius was a Broadsword-class frigate that he snatched and renamed. Due to the extensive modifications he had mastered with the alien technology and other heretical technologies, the machine soul of the Vesalius became somewhat close to the

For the self-awareness that hates intelligence.

This made the rebellious emperor's sons quite unbearable - it was the first time that someone could achieve such a high level, and even his companions felt that Fabius Bayer was really a lunatic among lunatics.

Not only that, the crew members on the Vesalius were all mutants whose genetic material and evolutionary direction had been deeply modified by him. They regarded Fabius Bayer as a god, worshiped him and were loyal. This also made

The emperor's sons felt too degenerate when they were not taking drugs.

However, what really separated Fabius Bayer from his fallen brothers was another thing - two other things, to be precise.

First, the center of the Vesalius was replaced by a spiritual bone by Bayer at some point, which replaced the original metal and became the supporting backbone of the Vesalius.

This thing was originally a material widely used by the Eldar. It has psychic plasticity. It is essentially a ball of condensed subspace energy, but it is harder than any known plastic steel. Not only that, they can even repair themselves.

.

This incident made the emperor's sons who rejected aliens almost draw their swords.

Second, it is a rumor that is not known to be true or false.

The Phoenix is ​​resurrected.

Bayer scoffed at this rumor, knowing that all the emperor's sons he had cloned from Fulgrim were killed by him, and it was absolutely impossible for the person he made the deal with, Trazin, to release the collection he had obtained.

However, there is no way, form is stronger than people. If a group of emperors asks you to leave 'their ship', even Fabius Bayer will have to hold his nose and admit it. Although he has indeed cloned himself many times, all over the galaxy

There are all clones of him, but Commander Eidolon, the leader of the emperor's sons, is not a vegetarian either...

Rather than completely breaking up, it is better to go on your own. At least the possibility of future transactions is retained - Bayer can give up many things in continuing its own path of scientific truth-seeking.

One can't help but wonder, what else can he throw away?

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the Astropath bridge. Some of the psykers he had transformed acted as navigators here day and night. Their brains were exposed, and the air was full of dangerous spirits.

Can signal. Only someone like Bayer would take such extreme measures against an entire group of psykers.

He turned sideways with a normal expression, letting the long and slender thing in, and closed the door behind it. A servitor rolled over, making an unpleasant sound at the connecting bearing. Bayer glanced at the thing and frowned.

, reached out and crushed its already embarrassed brain.

"If...you...continue to kill like this...there will soon be...no servitors available on the ship..."

Listening to you talk is really torture, Bayer thought to himself, but his expression remained calm: "It's a trivial matter, just go to Comoros to buy some materials and come back to continue the transformation. Let's do it quickly, I don't have much time to waste here."

The thing walked to the middle of the psykers, its eyeballs popped out, its horrifying gaze swept over the psykers' exposed brains, and it actually let out a sigh of pity.

You are a monster, Fabius Bayer

It speaks spiritually.

Each other, at least I still look like a human, but you have completely turned into a monster.

Bayer responded in his heart.

The slender monster let out a sharp laugh, making one wonder what structure its vocal cords have to produce such a sound.

Then, its back started to squirm, and the muscles that were squirming all the time suddenly separated. Several flesh-colored tentacles stretched out from its back. Bayer's expression remained normal, and he even had the intention to record this scene.

for future research.

The tentacles kept extending out, so many that one almost doubted whether the thing's body was completely a nest of tentacles. They gently touched the exposed brains of the psykers, and the light blue radiance of psychic energy overflowed.

The slender monster let out a cry like a scream, and the air became heavier. Those dangerous spiritual energies jumped in the air, making this weightless thing weigh more than a thousand pounds. Bayer took off his

His robes were bulging at the back, and several mechanical tentacles stretched out from the gaps in the armor, fixing him to the ground and supporting him.

His body may be able to stand up straight with the help of machinery, but his internal organs have already begun to hurt. Bayer raised his hand, touched the sticky blood that overflowed from his eye sockets, and frowned - psychic detection can cause such a big impact

The pressure? This is different from what the data he recorded indicates...

No longer hesitating, a mechanical tentacle appeared from behind him again, with a sharp needle, and the stimulant was beating in the orange tube. It plunged into Bayer's neck artery, and after the liquid was injected, he finally

Calmed down.

This special stimulant originating from the Dark Eldar is generally used to torture prisoners. In addition to being mentally stimulating and addictive, it can also temporarily strengthen the body.

At this moment, Bayer found that the lights above his head began to flicker and switch. The white light turned into pure scarlet between flashes, and the screams of the thing began to become more and more harsh, and Bayer's eardrums were painful.

After reaching a certain limit, he could hear nothing.

In the severe pain, Fabius Bayer sighed expressionlessly.

This is good, I will have to spend a few minutes to repair the perforated eardrum later... He thought so, but his eyes began to hurt, and there was extreme itching. It was like a thousand soft hands.

As if scratching the bottom of his eye socket, Bayer's expression changed drastically - what the hell?!

He immediately pulled out the bolt gun from his waist and aimed it at the slender monster with a blue light on its body. The bolt gun accurately hit its head, smashing its bones into a puddle of flesh and blood. But he

The itching and pain of the eyeballs did not end there, and even began to get worse.

What's happening here?!

Without thinking, he immediately turned around and wanted to escape, but the mechanical tentacle that fixed his body did not retract according to his intention. On the contrary, it began to become straighter and straighter, and even began to stretch higher and higher, reaching

Bayer's body reached the ceiling.

He lowered his head and looked down. According to estimates, the ceiling was only eight meters away from the ground, but the scene before him was far more than eight meters away. The ground was so far away that it seemed like it came from hell. He was being probed through the cracks in his armor by an infinitely extending rope.

The mechanical tentacles were sent to an altitude of 10,000 meters.

Bayer's face twitched, what was happening in front of him was beyond his control. He estimated that he had to self-destruct once, and the memory of this body had not even had time to be uploaded to the public storage point. This meant that his other clones could not obtain it.

The results and experimental data achieved with this body...

But he had no choice.

Making a decisive decision, he raised his hand to aim at his head and pull the trigger, but was shocked to find that the bolter in his hand had turned into a wooden stick and was even slowly melting.

Am I in the fucking subspace?!

Bayer's face looked as ugly as if the Inquisition had discovered that an orc believed in the Emperor. He almost screamed - at this moment, a voice broke into his ears.