Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

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Walking with a child through a city full of dead bodies is never a good experience.

Prometheus kept frowning, but not just because of this, but for other reasons.

He'd thought he'd have the normal fear and loathing of corpses, especially ones that were bloated and putrid...but he didn't.

On the contrary, he even felt that his mood was very calm, and he felt a sense of normalcy.

It was as if, to him, the corpse was just like the red-hot steel in the workshop, an ordinary sight that deserved more attention. No matter how miserable their death conditions were and how terrifying their appearance became, it was just a scene among many ordinary scenes.

This strange calm made him frown.

Prometheus the blacksmith is an ordinary man living on Phinelos. As a blacksmith, he would of course be familiar with red-hot steel and forges, but corpses?

He shouldn't feel familiar with corpses, that's not how Prometheus the blacksmith should be.

If I wasn't a blacksmith, who would I be?

He has no answer for that.

Tia's voice sounded at the right time, interrupting his thinking: "Uncle, are they moving...?"

There are not many things in this city that can be called them, but there should be none that can move. With this thought in mind, Prometheus turned his head and stared at the place the girl was pointing at, where there were a group of corpses piled up on the corner of the street.

His childish size shrunk—frankly speaking, the girl was right.

They were indeed moving, their bodies trembling, wriggling on the ground, and then, a corpse stood up.

His swollen body was supported by arms that had turned blue-gray in just a few hours, and he climbed up from the ground. His eyeballs rolled out of their sockets and fell to the ground into two pools of disgusting sticky jelly. No teeth could be seen in his open mouth, they had all disappeared, the exposed gums were an unnatural brown-yellow color, and the tongue was swollen and mold-covered.

Prometheus calmly pulled the girl behind him. Holding the m35 light gun in his hand, he watched the thing walk towards them step by step, observing its every move carefully and vigilantly.

In his heart - this corpse has become 'it'.

Generally speaking, the movement of the corpse was very slow. It should have been a healthy person with a well-proportioned figure before death, but after death it became a fat and swollen appearance. Its exposed skin turned blue-gray, and the blood vessels on its neck were twisted and bulging thickly, trembling as it moved.

Out of some intuition, Prometheus felt that the blood flowing inside should not be.

"I heard footsteps, Uncle Prometheus, is there anyone else like us?"

"No, child," said Prometheus. "You'd better cover your ears."

After finishing the words, he swung his light gun violently, using this masterpiece of engineering as if it were some kind of blunt weapon, and severely hit the corpse's head. The butt of the light gun hit its head, the skin was damaged, the skull was squeezed, and then shattered. And all this was clearly seen by Prometheus.

He let go of his hand with a sinking face, letting the deformed light gun fall on the ground. The corpse took the last half step staggeringly, and finally fell to the ground on its back with a puff. Its head was completely gone, and some sort of tawny goo was pouring out of it.

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Will this be the end?

of course not.

In nightmares, monsters often act in groups.

Prometheus turned without a word,

Holding Tia in his arms, he ran wildly. He didn't answer the girl's anxious inquiry, nor did he tell her what happened now or where they were going. He just moved nimbly and swiftly through the group of walking corpses who were shaking and standing up, and returned to his workshop.

"What happened, Uncle Prometheus?"

The girl stood on the ground of his workshop and asked timidly. During this period, he kept stroking the bracelet on his right wrist with his left hand, as if trying to dispel the fear in his heart.

"Something that shouldn't have happened." Prometheus replied with a sinking face.

He came to the forging table and picked up the forging hammer on it. This one-handed hammer is his own work, thick and strong—of course, the concept of one-handed is relative, and in terms of his stature, this is of course a one-handed hammer. But to others, it's a sledgehammer.

Holding it in his hand, Prometheus immediately felt some relief from his heavy heart. Just as the blind finds his crutch, so the thirsty finds a cup of clean water. However, the appearance of this emotion is also without reason.

Why do I feel at ease?

Staring at the one-handed hammer, he could still remember every detail of forging it by the stove. Memory cannot be faked or deceived, at least he thinks so. This hammer was undoubtedly his work on Phinelos.

However, at the same time, a sense of familiarity began to surge up from the deeper part of his mind.

Not familiar with this one-handed hammer, but familiar with the process of 'forging a hammer'. It seemed like he had done this a long time ago. And did it more than once.

"Uncle Prometheus?"

Once again, the girl's voice woke him up from his thoughts.

She said tremblingly: "There are a lot of footsteps outside... Can you hear them? What's going on?"

"Come behind me, boy."

Without hesitation, Prometheus said so while raising the one-handed hammer.

The strange sense of familiarity was gradually increasing, and he knew that he was probably very familiar with the matter of fighting.

Let's go and give it a try. 】

As for the reason...

Prometheus took a deep breath.

I can save that for later.

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"Have you been having dreams with continuous pictures?"

Crane raised his head from the documents on the table and asked calmly.

You can't hear his emotions just from his tone of voice. This is probably a skill that all people who have been Batman have, they will never allow people to explore their true emotional reactions from dialogue.

"Yes, my lord." Cordos said hesitantly. "It's been since I...resurrected from the dead."

"It's an interesting phenomenon, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

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It was another seemingly random question, but it caused fine beads of sweat to appear on Cordos' forehead. He only learned of the identity and position of this lord after contacting the Astartes of the Crimson Blades—although it seems unrealistic that the Inquisition Chamber was banned, but...

This is an empire after all, and anything unrealistic, absurd, or ridiculous is often true.

That is to say, according to the Crimson Blades, this lord is now the leader of the Empire's new Tribunal. Although Cordos didn't know exactly what his personality was, he was very familiar with the Inquisition Chamber.

To be honest, if the matter of his resurrection from the dead had been handled by the previous Tribunal, it would probably have been classified as a suspected subspace supernatural case on the spot, and then brought back to a secret ship of the Tribunal for slow interrogation. .

Although the grown-up didn't do this, what if he changed his mind?

Cordos didn't dare to be careless, and replied cautiously: "I didn't take this seriously before...after all, everyone dreams."

Crane glanced at him without emotion, then lowered his head again, and buried his head in the documents on the table: "Yes, you are right, Sergeant Cordos, everyone dreams. Just look at It’s not unusual for you to have a dream.”

He reached out and took out a document, held it in front of him and read it carefully, still talking non-stop, with a quite calm attitude: "It's just that, considering your experience, this is obviously not a simple continuous dream."

Cordos couldn't help wiping his sweat.

Yin Zekiel, who was on the sidelines, saw his movements clearly, and couldn't help coughing lightly, signaling him not to be so excited.

"There is no need to be so nervous, sergeant, I am not a judge who is keen on labeling loyalists as traitors or traitors. Yes, I have made many private judgments, and I have the ability to make judgments, but I personally I prefer to draw conclusions after careful investigation and meticulous reasoning."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Cordos always felt that when Crane said the word reasoning, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"So."

Crane finally turned around and put the document back on the table behind him. He asked calmly, "What are these dreams you have about?"

"Mostly about fighting, my lord."

"Fighting what?"

"And a lot of things, my lord. There are humans, there are bugs with purple rays, and there are corpses manipulated by some kind of witchcraft... By the way, I seem to have fought a giant with gray skin, His chin is a black crown."

"Interesting." Crane nodded. "Have you ever had a similar experience in the past?"

"I am sure never, my lord. I did fight corpses manipulated by cultists, and I fought Tyranids, but the enemies in the picture are not like them, and it is not even possible to say that they have nothing in common."

Cordos' words were firm, which led Crane to the next question: "Why are you so sure they're not?"

"because......"

Cordos froze.

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yeah, why?

Why am I so sure they are not?

Looking back now, the chitinous carapace doesn't look much different from the Tyranids, and it can even be said to be very similar. And those corpses manipulated by witchcraft are extremely similar to the corpses aroused by the cultists through the law of blasphemy.

His eyes widened, and his sense of absurdity began to shake his rationality. The Astartes are a group of fortified fortresses, and fortresses are often breached from within. Their reason is their strongest weapon, but it can also be their weakest thing at certain times.

"Come back to your senses, Sergeant Cordos," Crane said. "My inquiry is not over yet."

"Yes... yes, please tell me."

The Sergeant of the Emperor's Sword replied in a daze.

"Your certainty is obviously not derived from a logical point of view, is it? Then, can I understand that someone has instilled this idea in you?"

Crane crossed his arms, looking stern like a steel sculpture, he said word by word with the coldness and rationality that only steel has: "I'm afraid your sanity has been polluted to a certain extent...Of course, That's just my first guess."

Cordos, who was originally planning to be arrested, raised his head in astonishment, watching Klan, who had just sentenced him to be polluted by the subspace, uttered another sentence.

"The picture you saw is indeed real, and the enemies in it also exist, but the person fighting them is not you. You just saw the memory of others."

Crane pointed to Yin Zekiel who was on the side: "Considering some of the symptoms of the Blood Angels in the past, it actually makes sense that you have this kind of problem. The only problem is that the Emperor's Sword Chapter belongs to the Ultramarines. , even if you have similar symptoms due to genetic mutations, what you saw should be some of Robert Guilliman's experience on the Emperor's Glory..."

He threw these secrets that shouldn't be known one after another on the faces of the two people present, regardless of their feelings. Cordos was still thinking hard, but Yin Zekiel couldn't hold back anymore. He was originally an observer, but he kept being mentioned about "seeing other people's memories"...

"My lord, since the father of genes returned, we have been freed from the curse of Black Fury..." Yin Zekiel said with difficulty. "Also, could you please stop bringing up the matter?"

"But blood thirst isn't there yet, is it? And I haven't mentioned the issue of blood thirst." Crane nodded to him. "For now, what we are discussing is still the continuous dream incident on Sergeant Cordos."

He rounded up the topic without a trace.

"Then, continue to reason from this point of view. What you see is the memory of someone else, someone who has a relationship with the Emperor's Sword Chapter. If you dig a little further...Ke Sergeant Erdos, who did you get your gene-seed from?"

Cordos replied in a low voice: "My gene-seed comes from Lord Kronos Tiberius, who was once the captain of the Emperor's Sword and disappeared in a certain battle three hundred years ago. Well...his name is also the source of my tactical squad, and the Chapter has done a lot to honor him."

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"disappeared?"

"Yes, my lord. There are not many records of this battle at the end."

Speaking of this, Cordos obviously hesitated for a while before continuing: "...Actually, the details about this battle were artificially erased, because Lord Tiberius Encountered subspace turbulence, the whole person disappeared abruptly after victory."

Crane narrowed his eyes. If someone familiar with Batman was here, he might be ready for it right away—that's not a good sign, and this kind of look usually means that Batman has discovered something. .

However, he won't tell you.

"I see. I'm glad you didn't hide anything from me, sergeant. You can go back. I'll investigate this matter."

Crane said cleanly.