Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Anjiade's knowledge of face tearing comes entirely from part of the information he learned before the expedition began.

In other words, he may not know more than Steve and Pedro, but the exchange of information is still necessary. Any intelligence is vital in warfare, especially in the war against the Orcs.

Although the green skins are not creatures that can be speculated with common sense, they are not completely unpredictable things like the Tyranids. The behavioral logic of the orcs can still be understood and even predicted.

Anjade said: "Tear face, also known as Graka. A cunning and murderous orc, powerful. He has an extremely violent personality and is very bloodthirsty. According to the intelligence of the Inquisition, he likes to smear himself with the blood of his victims. body and armor."

Pedro frowned. An orc with such a penchant could already imagine the choking stench.

Steve seemed indifferent, he nodded, and asked again: "Is there any record of fighting the empire?"

"Yes, my lord. Face tearing is directly related to the destruction of the Obsidian Swords Chapter. It destroyed the Obsidian Swords Chapter's home planet Obstilia in a crusade initiated by itself. The Obsidian Swords Chapter Gone with their homeworld."

Pedro closed his eyes in pain, and Steve's sitting posture changed silently. He straightened his back, and a sense of threat like a thorn on his back suddenly rose in An Jiade's heart. He gritted his teeth immediately, so as not to lose his composure in front of Steve.

"I see." Steve said slowly. "Ring Zhen, keep driving at full speed."

Their ship whistled silently at the edge of the Milky Way, rolled over the cold gravel, and passed the lonely stars. The silver surface reflected strange scenes in the universe and rays that were difficult to observe with the naked eye, as if they came from another world.

Something is burning slowly over it.

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Wars are all over the galaxy, and humans are not the victors in them. Although many people are convinced that the balance of victory will gradually tilt towards them, so far, human beings can only be regarded as the losers in the war.

He Shenyan withdrew his right hand, the golden light flashed from the air, his spiritual power surged, and two similar growls came from the void, accompanied by an anger that came from nowhere.

"Stop bothering us, Xiami!"

"We don't like talking to Xiami!"

Thirty-seventh attempt to communicate with the orc god failed,

The mage was not particularly disappointed. He had expected the current situation. The gods of the orcs were as unpredictable as they themselves. The reason why they tried to communicate thirty-seven times in a row was just out of a mage's curiosity.

Curiosity, the source of progress for mages, is also their poison. Throughout the history of countless worlds, no true seeker has escaped it.

He Shenyan was no exception. He sighed helplessly, and his figure disappeared in a flash, appearing on the second bridge of the spaceship, and just happened to be teleported to the station of the Iron Snakes. The Astartes startled.

No matter how many times they passed by, they still couldn't get used to the elusive movement of this Your Excellency.

"Salute to you, my lord!"

The veteran in the lead nodded to him with a serious face and said hello. They already knew He Shenyan's preferences and knew that he didn't like too complicated etiquette, which was just right.

"It's your shift today...how, how is the training of the children?"

He Shenyan was not in a hurry to go in, and simply leaned against the wall of the aisle to the side and started chatting with them with a smile. He could be a very good talker if he wanted to, like now.

A topic of interest could start a conversation in anyone, and the old soldier was no exception, a smile that could not be concealed immediately appeared on his face, as did the other Astartes, and a silent joy began to spread among them.

"Very good, my lord. The simulation cabin is simply a sacred object comparable to the medical cabin. They can train themselves to the greatest extent without paying the price of blood and life, and they can learn from each failure."

As the veteran spoke, there was a hint of envy on his face: "I was not so lucky when I was fighting sea snakes in the sea..."

"The times will improve. Your conscription method is still good. The conscripts of some warbands simply throw people together and let them kill each other... This cruel and meaningless behavior is doomed are to be eliminated.”

He Shenyan shook his head: "In contrast, the method of conscription of the Ultramarines is actually the best. I guess this is one of the reasons why you have so many."

When he mentioned this incident, the Iron Snakes, whose mother group was also the Ultramarines, looked away in embarrassment, and the veterans began to stare at their boots unnaturally—obviously, they also knew that their mother group was the biggest What are the characteristics of.

"Let's not mention these, where is Insel?"

"The Chapter Master is receiving a mechanical priest," replied the veteran. "It seems to come from Mars, and the name is not small."

The mage slowly raised his right eyebrow, showing an intriguing expression. He had roughly guessed who the mechanical priest was.

——Who else could it be?

Dominius Belisarius Kaul knocked on the head of his extension, but the symptoms of overheating were not relieved, and the buzzing sound of operation even appeared a sharp whistle because the frequency was too high.

As a last resort, he had to take out a screwdriver with automatic adaptation function from the tool bag on his waist. In front of Insel beside him, he took off his red cloth hood, exposing the densely packed cables behind it, inserted a screwdriver into one of the gaps and began to twist violently.

"...Father Kaur, what are you doing?"

"Daily maintenance, don't worry about it, Chapter Commander."

Kaul's mechanically synthesized voice is still stable, but it is somewhat electrified: "I have recorded too many things, and many of them have impacted my underlying logic...ah, in words you can understand Said, I am now on the verge of suffering from a mental disorder."

Insel nodded, and said in his heart that he was indeed a member of the Mechanicus, and he was able to say things like going crazy so clearly and refined.

"How do you feel about the simulation pod?"

Insel raised his hand and asked, pointing to the glass curtain wall in front of them. The entire room behind the wall is filled with simulation pods, half of which are in operation, and the reserves of Iron Serpent are lying in them.

"Honestly, Captain Insel, I simply can't see how this supreme masterpiece works. My knowledge is still too shallow to even comprehend such a great thing."

Kaur said frankly, but the movement of his hands still did not stop, and he continued to twist the screwdriver for a moment. Electricity came out of those thick cables at the back of his head, and Insel couldn't help but take a step back, starting to worry about what the priest from Mars would do if his head exploded suddenly.

"This is a special kind of simulation technology. Ah, let me think about it. Seventy-three years ago, a priest proposed a similar idea, but it was voted down by the majority. The original simulation cabin he conceived required Integrating nerve bundles and interfaces, the former is easy to say, but the latter requires large-scale reconstruction surgery..."

Kaur babbled on, without thinking about whether Insel could understand the uncommon terms in his mouth.

"After being rejected, he conducted an experiment in private. He used some death row prisoners and clones to perform surgery. After many failed cases, he succeeded in one case, and built a crude world through the sacred chip. The prisoner's consciousness was put in. Three days later, the priest's foundry was flattened by our artillery."

Insel was silent for a while, and asked, "Why?"

"Because the great God of Myriad Opportunities hadn't personally killed one of the evil gods at that time, she invaded the prisoner's consciousness through the sacred chip, and easily corrupted everyone present."

Cole took off the screwdriver casually, shook his head, and the sound of gears engaging and continuing to rotate came from his metal head.

He said: "So we have permanently sealed up similar discussions, but we didn't expect to see the complete simulation technology in your residence today."

"It's the captain's work."

"Well... This can explain it. The messenger of the God of Myriad Machines makes a move in person, which is equivalent to her descending in person... Ah, what a beautiful machine."

Kaur suddenly leaned on the glass curtain wall, a pair of metal eyes completely attached to the glass, as if he wanted to stick his own eyes into it. His weird movements and creepy posture made Insel on the side take another step back without a trace.

It must be said that he already regretted receiving the priest.

Most of the mechanical priests are lunatics. The higher their level and the more knowledge they have, the more insane they are. Although Insel didn't know Kaur's specific identity, judging by his appearance, he was at least a high-level technical priest.

Insel's conjecture is close to the truth. If he can get in touch with Kaur's real body instead of this extension, he should be able to fully guess Kaur's identity.

It's a pity that there are no ifs in the world.

A blue light flashed, and Insel took a step back in surprise—there was only one person who could teleport without warning on the Vengeance.

He Shenyan appeared from it, and Kaur's neck trembled suddenly, Kaba Kaba turned his head, his voice showed a faltering look: "You...well...Captain... ..."

"Hello, Father Call."

The mage looked at his electronic eyes that were flashing blue light with interest, and simply turned his head to chat with Insel, which was considered to give Kaul some time to repair himself.

"How effective is the simulation pod?"

"As you explained, there can only be a maximum of forty-six simulation cabins in a power-gathering room. Exceeding this number will cause the power-gathering to tilt."

Insel said meticulously that he had already kept these data firmly in mind: "The solution given by the center of the magic circle is to improve the efficiency of the energy-gathering magic circle, which is already on the agenda."

"Very well, the sooner we can solve the energy efficiency problem, the sooner we can push the simulation pod to all warbands. Well... but there is still a difficulty with this plan, some warbands have been in the remote sector Going on with their battle, I'm afraid they won't even know who we are until several large regions of the planetary network are laid."

The mage pouted - the revenge expedition is expected to have thirty-seven days of preparation time, Guilliman has already begun to mobilize the Ultramarines, and the officials of the Ministry of Military Affairs have been working on the revenge expedition for more than three months. Everyone hopes that it will start as soon as possible, but everyone also knows that this matter cannot be rushed.

The completion of the expedition has countless benefits, and the laying of the planetary network is one of them.

In the mage's preliminary vision, the terminal will form a large-scale network with star regions as the unit between the empire's territories. As long as this plan is successful, the empire will once again have strong management capabilities for the planets under its rule. At the same time, it also allows those Chapters fighting in remote sectors to receive direct orders from Terra conveniently and quickly.

As in the past, the situation where the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and the planetary governor is equal to the emperor's clone will no longer appear. Coupled with the built-in teleportation function of the planetary network, any planet can have a sufficient supply of food. This matter is the most critical, and Guilliman is watching the agricultural production reports on Terra and the Terra space station every day, for this plan.

He was extremely concerned about this matter, and even surpassed the practice of magic for a while. The first thing he did when he woke up every day was to check the specific situation of agriculture and communicate with the mage.

In the empire, Robert Guilliman is the person who cares most about infrastructure, and because of this, he knows very well what it means to have enough food-you know, according to a statistics. Eighty percent of the rebellions were caused by lack of food.

Their brief conversation is over, and Kaur has finally solved his stuttering problem. The priest tapped his right electronic eye with a cold metal finger, trying to find out why it was trembling, but failed and gave up.

Just like that, he looked at the mage with trembling eyes, and asked in a cautious tone: "What can you do for me, Your Excellency the captain?"

"It's nothing, I just heard that you are visiting the station of the Iron Snake, and I just want to take a look - are you interested in the simulation cabin, priest?"

"This......"

Cawl hesitated. He didn't know whether the captain's attitude towards knowledge was the same as that of the mechanical priests, but he didn't show his intention in this regard during the previous meeting. So Kaul decided to tell the truth.

"Yes, I'm very interested in the simulation cabin." Kaur nodded. "It is simply a perfect creation, a peak mixture of spirit and machinery, and it is irreplaceable—"

"—Okay, okay, your wording made me feel a little uncomfortable."

The mage shook his head and raised a finger: "Since you are very interested in it, why don't you give it a try, Father Kaur?"

Call's mechanical eye almost flew out of his metal face at that moment.

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Waking up again, Dominius Belisarius Kaur has come to a brand new realm.

It was a strange feeling, never before in his life. He has lived for ten thousand years, and he has seen too many people and unexplainable things, but the simulation cabin can still give him a feeling that he has never experienced before.

It's unprecedented, it's critical, it's utterly exciting for him.

Kaulmer moved his limbs silently, the mechanical extension was in very good condition and extremely realistic. He couldn't tell whether he was in the simulation or was actually thrown to some remote planet by that lord.

Out of trust and rigorous logical reasoning, the former prevailed in his inferences.

His electronic eyes began to operate faithfully and capture various data in the simulation, and Kaur's design lived up to him. His electronic eyes even fully reported the air humidity to him.

——However, such things as weather, humidity, and even an excellent environment are not what he wants.

That lord agreed to let him enter the simulation, but what is his purpose?

Kaur couldn't believe that he just wanted to come in and play around on a whim.

He raised his legs and walked forward. This extension was not designed to pursue efficiency too much, and most of the mechanical body still retained the basic human shape. Therefore, Kaur still had to walk forward, and the surrounding scenery was firmly stored by him through the electronic eyes.

Blue sky, white clouds and towering giant trees. For some reason, a primeval forest appeared in front of him. Some birds flew from the forest, flew across the sky, and uttered crisp chirps. Kaul remained unimpressed, for him the organisms were worthless.

He just walked into the depths of the forest, and the further he went, the more he felt a strange sense of disharmony. The forest is so quiet that you can hear a needle drop.

Stepping on the thick fallen leaves, the dead leaves were crushed, and were carried deeply into the soil by his weight. Kaul knew that they would provide the soil with very good nutrients, part of a natural cycle.

But—what did all this have to do with him?

He moves on.

As if a certain limit had been passed, the surroundings suddenly became dark. The electronic eye activated the night vision mode, and he walked forward quietly, the long staff fell on the dirt with his steps. His weight made every step extremely difficult.

As Kaur walks, as if time has been reduced to nothingness, he walks, walks, walks—and walks on. Walking ecstatically, it seems that there is only one meaning left in life suddenly.

Finally, the dark forest has changed.

Two red lights exploded above his head, and the huge and fiery airflow distorted the innocent trees, and even caused them to stand up from the ground, turning into rootless driftwood. Kaur stopped walking, his brain, which had already fallen into low-energy thinking mode, adjusted again, his personality became active, and his electronic eyes flashed blue light.

Under the action of the electronic eye at full power, Cawl saw—seeing with incomparable clarity.

In front of him, there was a steel giant standing in the darkness, staring at him indifferently.

"Ka-la."

There was the sound of something jamming, and Cawl fell to the ground. The server was malfunctioning and started frantically calling him alarms. And he didn't pay attention to it at all, just raised his head fanatically, and finally even bent the upper body by nearly ninety degrees - he looked at the steel giant with greedy eyes, not letting go of any detail.

Until he was forcibly ejected from the simulation cabin due to coma, Kaul never took his eyes off him.

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