Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Chapter 952 307. Spread (3k, two chapters left)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 952 307. Spread (3k, two chapters left)

Parking in the subspace is certainly a rare experience. However, if someone thinks this experience is good, then he is probably not a human being.

In other words, they are not clean humans.

Most people who think this way have the mark or tattoo of the Chaos Eight-Pointed Star on their head. If not, then you'd better take a look at his eyes and teeth and take a closer look.

If you find that his teeth have become sharp and his pupils sometimes look like sharp spikes, you can start praying to the Emperor.

Maintenance worker Ern wiped his face with a dirty towel around his neck, and he thought of this passage again. He couldn't help but think of it.

These were the words spoken by a drunken man with a broken arm in a tavern in a certain hive city. He was extremely drunk at the time, but he could keep saying these words over and over again, mixed with disturbing giggles.

He ignored people's strange looks and just kept shouting this sentence. Some people scolded him and some threatened to call the security guard, but he ignored them. It was as if he was being manipulated by something.

Six years have passed since then, and Ern was lucky enough to be transferred to the ship of the Iron Warriors as a relatively skilled maintenance worker, but he still remembers the man with the severed hand in the dirty tavern.

His expression at that time made Owen wake up from nightmares several times. After that, Owen never saw him again. Some said that he was taken away by the guards, but others said that he was retaliated against.

The dark beings hiding in the underbelly of the hive decided to punish him for the truth he told.

No one knows what the truth is. Owen doesn't want to find out. He just thinks of that man from time to time, like now. He picked up a large piece of broken metal plate with a huge bullet hole in it, leaving it rotten in the middle.

A huge hole was made, and the edges of the hole looked very sharp.

Owen carefully touched them with his fingers, and as expected, he felt a slight pain. He looked at the piece of metal with pity, and felt a little sorry for its miserable condition. The metal plate was in its

He was very conscientious at work, but he encountered unexpected disasters.

This is the world we live in.

The maintenance man shook his head and threw it into the scrap pile behind him. After the work is completed, they will be transported away. The furnace on the bottom of the cabin will reshape them, but at that time, they will not be used as a ship.

Part of it. They have lost that qualification.

"Owen, what do you want to do after work is over?"

"Do nothing."

"Really?"

His companion patted his forehead nervously, and the motor oil on his palm was smeared all over his forehead by his movements, making him look a bit stupid: "It's up to you, but I want to sleep well."

One sleep. I can't stand it anymore. I want to pray to the emperor once and then have a peaceful sleep. I have been having nightmares these days."

"Then I wish you good luck and hope you can sleep."

Owen answered smoothly while busy sorting out the damaged cables in the hangar. Workers' dormitories are often accompanied by stuffy heat and body odor. Some people are very quiet, while others make noises without scruples.

But it doesn't matter at all. There is no day or night on the ship. Not to mention the violent noise it makes when sailing. In the first year after boarding the ship, Ern could hardly sleep every day. He didn't even know that he was

How did I get through it? It was as if I suddenly had an enlightenment one day and was able to fall asleep in such an environment.

He worked for a while, carefully counting the number of cables on the wall he was responsible for. Sometimes, some of them would disappear inexplicably. No one could explain the reason, but no one wanted to take care of it, as long as

Just fill in the missing parts.

Owen thought the same thing. He was just a maintenance worker, not an engineer, so he couldn't control much.

More than half of the four-hour maintenance time has passed, and the wounds caused by the forced boarding have been repaired. In this regard, you can fully trust a skilled maintenance worker.

But the cable part needs to be debugged steadily. Due to the crude environment, Owen felt that this time would probably be the same as before. The engineers would probably just note down the damaged parts and wait until they leave the subspace to repair them. While he was busy

While counting, a strange grunting sound came from my ears.

He turned back, but the companion who was in charge of this corridor with him had lost track of him. He looked at the ground, and there was nothing there. His companion's tool box was placed on the ground, with a few screws rolling beside it.

The hairs on his neck stood up, and fear climbed up from the soles of his feet like a chill.

Owen couldn't help but swallowed, squatted down, picked up the hammer he put in his tool box, and then stepped back. The indicator light above his head was still flashing red alternately. Before the repair was completed,

Before, it would not change to its normal color. He said nothing, he just wanted to get out of here and report to an Astartes.

As early as when he boarded the ship, he had been told that if anything happened that he could not understand or doubt while sailing in the subspace, he must report it immediately. He backed away, gradually allowing himself to move without making any sound.

At the same time, he maintained a relatively fast speed, and then he bumped into someone.

That should be a person.

From the contact point on his back, a sticky feeling passed through the green uniforms worn by the maintenance workers and spread to his back. Owen's right hand holding the hammer began to tremble, and half a second later, he turned around sharply

, the maintenance hammer in his hand was raised high, but he failed to swing it down.

Two seconds passed, and the hammer fell to the ground with a clang. A burst of white light suddenly appeared, and then the four legs began to move in an orderly manner. Stiffly and stiffly, the maintenance worker's back gradually disappeared deep into the corridor.

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"Yes, sir, thirty-nine hours will not be wrong. I have confirmed the sailing route again. As long as the speed is maintained, we will definitely be able to reach the planet within thirty-nine hours."

"That's great. Thank you for your work. Go and rest."

After hanging up the in-ship communication with the navigator, Hongsuo finally breathed a sigh of relief. There were no problems with the navigator and the astropaths, which was really good news.

Geller's position had been broken for some time before. He launched an inspection on them as soon as he realized this. The method was actually very simple. Anyone who could swear on the emperor's statue had not yet been arrested.

corrupt.

If it had been 10,000 years ago, Honso might have punched himself twice, but now he has seen too many things that are beyond the scope of rationality. He knows that sometimes, you really need a little ignorance.

"It seems we are pretty lucky."

Sol Tavitz smiled slightly and stroked the double-headed eagle on his chest, as if he was looking for some unforeseen support: "I hope we can always be favored by good luck."

Bjorn jumped out at just the right moment.

"I have a bad feeling, Captain."

"Are you sure you want to play this trick with me at this time, Bjorn?" Thor Tarvits glared at him angrily. "You are not the crow-mouthed Tarnmeier of the Imperial Fists.

Why do you want to imitate him?"

"Although Tanmeier has a crow's mouth, at least he always tells the truth, Captain. And I, I haven't reached his level yet."

Bjorn laughed, and a golden light flashed in his eyes that no one noticed. Unfortunately, this smile only lasted for less than half a second. The lone wolf raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck.

The cold temperature caused him to squint his eyes.

After a few seconds, he said in a low voice: ".I really feel like something is wrong, Tavitz."

This time, he didn't call Sol Tarvitz 'Captain' with any affection.

Sol Tarvits frowned - as early as the Great Crusade, he knew that some warriors had an inhuman intuition, and among them, there happened to be a large number of Space Wolves.

Although their personalities would make these spoken warnings become a less funny joke at some point, the numerous examples after being recruited made it impossible for him not to take Bjorn's words seriously. Furthermore, here is

Subspace.

Here, anything can happen.

"Give your opinion."

Sol Tarvitz made a gesture, and then looked at Mephisto and Sicarius. The Blood Angels still looked calm, but the expressions of the Ultramarines had become serious.

He asked before Bjorn could speak: "Are you sleepy, Elder Bjorn?"

".Don't add those two damn words after my name, you stubborn boy. I'm not sleepy, I just feel something is wrong."

Bjorn stood up with a frown and began to pace uneasily. The War Blacksmith stared at him without speaking, but turned to glance at an Iron Warrior standing by the door. The latter immediately understood and left the room.

Mobilize manpower to conduct inspections.

"What's wrong?" Sol Tarvitz demanded. "I trust your instincts, Bjorn - so, what do you think is wrong?"

".Damn, this is what I hate the most."

Bjorn muttered: "I don't know what's wrong, that's the problem, Tavitz. I just feel it."

He turned around, looked at Mephisto, who had been silent, and asked abruptly: "Hey, Blood Angel."

Mephisto did not respond to his words. After half a second, his body leaned forward suddenly. Cato Sicarius, who was closest to him, immediately reacted and the Storm Blade was already unsheathed. At this moment,

Everyone in the room was nervous.

They all know what a powerful psyker out of control can do.

But Mephisto sat back abruptly. He rubbed his forehead and smiled awkwardly: "I'm fine, everyone, I'm just a little tired from using a lot of psychic energy in a short period of time."

His explanation was full of flaws, so naturally no one believed it.

Bjorn looked at him cautiously, holding his axe, and wanted to say something, but a violent jolt interrupted his intention. At this moment, Mephisto slowly got out of the chair.

He stood up and walked very stiffly, almost like

A flash of lightning exploded in Bjorn's mind - as if he was still unfamiliar with this body.

Mephisto turned around, as if he knew what he was thinking, and even blinked at him, a golden light flashed through it. Bjorn's hair stood on end at this moment, but he hid it well.

own reaction.

He already knew why Mephisto did what he did just now.

(End of chapter)