Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Climb, never-ending climb.

Priyad started the climb from the bottom of the mountain, he had no climbing training, but his strength and reflexes made him stronger than any free rock climber. The transformation surgery has fundamentally changed his existence as a human being, and in a sense, they are no longer pure human beings.

Squad leader Damocles of the Iron Serpents, Sergeant, the combat-savvy Priad, is on a never-ending climb. What he asked for was simple.

Complete the mission and that's it.

Regardless of the cold wind in the mountains, he cast a cold look at the dead bones born from the rock wall, and then smashed them with one foot. He just goes up and goes up.

"Complete the task." He muttered silently. "I have to get the job done."

How long has it been?

He didn't know, like a year, like a hundred years. Time is stretched here, a second no longer means a second, and a minute no longer means a minute. The counter displayed on his eyepiece even turned negative at times, and Priyad forced himself not to pay attention to them.

In between the climbs, he remembered some past events after a long time. Those were some past events before he became a Friar Astartes - tragic, past events.

He remembered, but not very clearly.

He remembers holding his father's skull and staring into the hollow sockets of his eyes. Then he looked up again at the naked body of his mother, which was hung from the flagpole. The mad laughter of the traitors came from his ears, the smell of blood and stench broke into his nostrils, and an unspeakable hatred rose from his heart.

They underestimate a child's determination.

When the Serpents found him, Priyad had single-handedly killed a dozen mortal traitors.

The weapon he relied on was an unremarkable dagger, not even sharp. No one can tell exactly how he pierced the traitor's armor with that dagger.

Nobody cares.

He was immediately declared to be the Astartes Reserve, and was sent to Intaka, the homeworld of the Iron Serpents, for a rigorous and long-term training. De has done his job well. and got that name.

In that long boring life, he not only exercised his body, but also began to strengthen his mind.

Beginning with words, he read and understood human history little by little - only what he could know.

Whenever the word Emperor appeared in the book, Sergeant Priyad seemed extremely devout. Even made some priest brothers feel that he should not join the battle company.

They had invited Sergeant Priyad, but the latter refused: he just wanted to spread death for the Emperor.

After ten years in the reserve, he became a full member.

The transformation operation, he survived; the body and a spear hunted the Kraken in the sea, he succeeded; the battle company, facing the fierce green-skinned beasts and the dark Eldar, he survived.

Sergeant Priyad never failed his mission.

there has never been.

He was proud of it.

I am the Emperor's blade, and my life is his currency. I have to get the job done, I may not be remembered, but I will keep more people alive.

Yes.

I have to complete the task.

Priyad's hands were stuck between the cracks of the rock like tongs, and he continued to ascend, endlessly. The muscles in the arms were terribly sore.

For the Astartes, this is almost impossible.

They will be tired but not feel sore muscles. Remodeling surgery has taken that function away—unless he overloads his muscles for too long. It wasn't the pain-sensing area of ​​his brain that was alerting him, but the arm itself was punishing him.

They seemed to scream at him: stop! You will destroy yourself!

However, Sergeant Puliard still didn't stop, even refusing to take a short breath from anyone lying on the rock wall.

His actions represent his answer.

Do not.

The pressure reading of the eyepiece was slowly rising, climbing to a terrifying height.

There was a warning from his power armor that the artificial muscles and the servos were no longer functioning smoothly. Puliard took off his helmet and stared above him like electricity. He let go of his hand and let the helmet that had been with him for a long time fall between the cliffs, echoing hollow.

Since the thing can no longer help him, he no longer needs it.

The only thing he needs is one thing.

Priyad muttered to himself in his unaltered voice by the breathing grille: "Mission accomplished."

He continued to climb.

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"The Age of Rebirth"

Yin Ziqier stood with his arms crossed, and he looked at the monitoring inside the main control room seriously.

Although no enemy warships can approach them, the Chaos traitors can always find a way, and he doesn't want to bet on that one percent chance.

The captain of the shield guard stood beside him, Liktor also stood aside with a serious attitude, his face was expressionless, and he didn't even look like a human being. Only the occasional light in his eyes can make people feel that he is still alive.

The center of the circle began to hum, and after two seconds, it said: "Received a communication request from the missing friar of the Iron Serpents Chapter, Sergeant Priad."

Yin Qiqier and Liktor looked at each other, and the captain of the shield guard nodded at him. So Yinzikir said, "Accept."

The curtain of light unfolded, revealing the entire surface of a planet. Every detail on it is lifelike, whatever you want. The center of the circle said: "Sergeant Puliard has placed the scanner."

"Where is he?"

The center of the circle changed the light curtain, and a familiar planet appeared in front of Yinzikir and Liktor - it was the planet on which they were on a mission.

"Can I talk to him?"

"Negative, Captain Inzikil. Sergeant Priyad's helmet does not appear to be with him, and communication with him is not possible."

"What about his power armor? The power armor itself also has a server, connect that, let's see his vital signs." Lictor said suddenly. "And what about the rest of the Damocles team?"

"The rest of the members cannot be detected." The center of the circle paused, the first time such a pause appeared in the rigid tone, which was quite disturbing.

It said: "... Sergeant Priyad is medically deceased based on vital signs. But he is still moving."

"Turn around."

He Shenyan's voice suddenly appeared in the main control room, with undisguised exhaustion: "Go back to that planet and send Sergeant Priyad back to the Vengeance... No, I will come in person. "

"grown ups?!"

"I'm fine." He Shenyan coughed. "Also, prepare three medical cabins for me. Someone was seriously injured."

Ten minutes later, He Shenyan appeared from the blue light. As soon as he appeared, he asked, "Where's the medical cabin?"

"It's ready."

"Adjusted to the highest specification, and two of them were changed to Primarch level." He gave the order quickly. "Don't save energy, make sure they recover quickly."

He turned his head and said to Yinzikir: "Your mission has changed, bring your people, company commander. Go to the lower warehouse to mobilize some Cadian soldiers, and take the Deep Destruction to attack and destroy all the ships on the flagship. They slaughtered all the people, and brought back the monks of the Iron Snakes, understand?"

Yin Qiqier saluted the sky eagle, without saying a word, and carried out the in-ship teleportation with murderous intent.

"Lictor—" He Shenyan turned his head and said to the quiet captain of the shield guard, "Come with me, and we'll go get Sergeant Priyad back."

"As ordered."

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The gust of wind from the top of the mountain blew across his face, and Sergeant Puliard sat between two boulders. The scanner was right in front of him, under his protection, to ensure that if there were any possible attackers, he would be attacked by him in the first place.

Until a burst of blue light appeared.

That Your Excellency—and a Custodian, came out of the blue light. Sergeant Puliard relaxed a little, but still not quite. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't make any sound. His sanity also began to become less clear, and in the dark, Sergeant Priad suddenly realized a fact.

He fell to the ground, and Lictor reached out his hand like a prophet to catch him, placing Sergeant Priyad carefully between the two boulders.

He Shenyan stared at him.

Sergeant Priyad's face - no, that can't be called a face anymore. It was a skeleton, the skin so dry that it might even turn to fly ash from a single touch hung on his cheekbones, the eye sockets were empty, and he had already lost his eyes.

He Shenyan stretched out his hand and gently touched Sergeant Priyad's armor. His power armor began to disengage on its own, and part by part volleyed into the air, and finally formed its original appearance behind Sergeant Priyad. Even the helmet that fell between the cliffs flew back.

The Power Armor stood behind Sergeant Priyad, his Power Sword and Sea Spear in his hands, and his Bolter on his waist.

And what about Sergeant Puliard himself?

He looked like he had been dead for a long time, at least a hundred years.

Muscle atrophy and dry skin. Even the black carapace had faded, and a skeleton sat quietly between two boulders, with its head lowered, staring at the scanner in front of him.

He Shenyan suddenly said, "Have we mastered the surface data of this planet?"

"Exactly." Lictor bowed slightly and replied calmly.

"Excellent, Sergeant Priyad, amazing."

He Shenyan murmured, "You have completed your mission, and your service is over."

He stretched out his hand again and placed it on Sergeant Priad's skeleton's face, and golden light poured out of his palm, surrounding Sergeant Priad. The Captain of the Shield Guard bowed his proud head deeply - Priyad deserves his respect, deserves the respect of anyone.

"Then, I wish you to come back to her." He Shenyan said slowly.

"Rest in peace under her throne, Sergeant Priyad. Your Chapter will be proud of you, and the Vengeance will be proud of you. When we return to the Empire, the Empire will be proud of you. Anyone who hears Anyone with your name will know what a role model you are."

"I... hope you rest in peace, Sergeant."

He retracted his arms, turned around, and wanted to leave. But Liktor stopped in place, and the captain of the shield guard called his name in an unprecedented shocked tone: "Sir!"

He Shenyan turned his head.

Sergeant Priyad's skeleton was still sitting there, but his armor was not. The power armor walked spontaneously, walking behind him and Lictor, acting like a guard. Even the eyepieces lit up again.

What's the explanation?

No explanation.

The armor seemed to have its own life, and when it met He Shenyan's eyes, he knelt down on one knee - this is obviously impossible. Without the control of the Astartes, the power armor itself cannot do such an action.

It was as if Sergeant Priyad was still inside his armor.

He Shenyan smiled.

"It seems that he refuses to rest in peace, Lictor." He Shenyan said softly.

Captain Shield Guard's breathing was no longer calm.