Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

【Who is a serious person learning magic in Marvel?】 【】

Yin Qijier originally thought that replenishing the pre-ordered supplies this time would be quite easy. After all, according to the knowledge he acquired from books, any garden world is a good place with sunny weather and green mountains and green waters.

——Three minutes after landing, he walked out of the cabin door and personally overturned this part of the knowledge he had acquired.

"Company Commander, I remember you said that Garden World is a good place?" A combat brother in the company winked narrowly at him. "Well, this place does look nice, except it's very smelly."

Yin Zekiel glanced at him blankly, and put on his helmet smoothly. The breathing grill was activated, finally blocking the damn stench.

His changed voice sounded on the tarmac: "Technical sergeant, inform the mothership on orbit that something is wrong here...we will investigate first."

"receive."

"Second Tactical Squad, come with me, and the others stay on guard."

"As ordered."

They don't need too much communication and orders, their combat literacy is enough to solve these small things. Yin Zekiel led the ten battle brothers towards the other end of the tarmac. The surroundings were eerily quiet. This is the port of Garden World, and it should be the busiest place.

The dignitaries and dignitaries flying from all over the galaxy take off and land here every day, and some of them have already enjoyed it here and plan to go to the next garden world to continue enjoying it. Others are busy landing from the spacecraft to enjoy their luxurious life.

It is true that there are many planes on the surrounding tarmac, but there is no one to be seen here, and the entire port is eerily quiet.

"Company commander, your crow's mouth doesn't seem to have improved."

The guy who made fun of him before came again, and said with a smile on the communication channel: "Do you have anything to say about this?"

"Ramsden Gabriel." Inzekil replied grimly. "You'd better keep your mouth shut if you don't want to be sent to count bullet stocks again."

"Oh, oh, all right."

The warrior called Ramsden finally fell silent for a while, and for a moment, the only sounds they could hear were the steady operation of the power armor server and their own footsteps. Even if they walked all the way to the transaction hall of the port, they didn't see half of them.

"The radar didn't respond, and no signs of life could be detected." Yin Zikiel said. "The situation is not right. Let's go back the same way and wait for the instructions from the mothership and Lord Crane."

"Or..." Ramsden offered another suggestion. "Let's go deeper, Captain, the Emperor's Swords overwhelmed us in the last battle."

"Pay attention to your words, Ramsden, the Emperor's Sword is our brother, with a noble bloodline and an unshakable will to fight. We should not compete with them in the so-called number of kills, as long as we can win, we are already enough."

Yin Zekiel reprimanded him severely, then fell silent for a while, and then said: "...But your suggestion is not bad, Crimson Blade, let's move on."

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"Well, well, yes, Captain," Ramsden said with a smile.

They began to continue to go deeper into the hall, the lights were still bright, but there was still no one. The architectural style of the Phinelos is very peculiar, with a complex aesthetic feeling, but retains a certain degree of simplicity in such complexity. Yin Zekiel shook his head imperceptibly—how did you say that?

Rich people have the mind to study art.

From this point of view, there is nothing wrong with calling art the exclusive property of the rich.

After fifteen minutes of advancing, they finally found the first body.

He was lying alone in a dark corner next to a staircase leading to the bottom. He should have been a staff member of the hangar before his death. The uniform is messy, but there are no traces of blood or tearing, and the expression is ferocious and full of fear, but there is no obvious trauma. The fatal injury was obvious, the temple was punctured, and the bullet should have come from a laser pistol in his hand.

The pharmacist crouched down and began the autopsy.

"Ah, the corpse, it's just right. If I don't find some more corpses, I'm afraid I won't be used to it."

"You really have to watch your jokes, Ramsden," said the pharmacist wearily. "Keep your mouth shut while I perform the autopsy on this poor man."

"Agreed." Another combat brother in charge of guard nodded. "Ramsden's mouth is more nasty than Nurgle Walkers."

"Hey, I know I can't stop, but it's not that far, okay?"

The small talk didn't last long. Most of the time, as long as Ramsden didn't speak, a more serious atmosphere could still be maintained in the channel. Of course, this also has something to do with the pharmacist's autopsy.

The Crimson Blades would like to show the poor dead man some respect.

The pharmacist stood up and shook his head: "There is nothing wrong with his body, which meets the indicators of a healthy adult male. I checked the brain, stomach and esophagus, and there are no traces of hallucinogens or possible hallucinogens. Rule out the possibility that he was mentally unstable and committed suicide. Considering his occupation, it is obviously impossible for him to have a family history of mental illness."

Yin Zekiel took the words: "That is to say, his suicide was completely out of fear."

"I'm afraid so, Captain."

The pharmacist hung the blood-stained circular saw back to his waist, took out the suture forceps, squatted down again, and began to repair the poor man's body.

He was busy with his hands, and he still had no time to say: "This is not a good thing, I think we'd better return to the tarmac immediately, we have no idea what made him so scared."

"But we're getting close to the truth, brother."

Ramsden retorted, "Don't look at me like I'm the only one here trying to outwit the Emperor's Sword—and besides, do I need to remind you of the importance of intelligence? What do you think, Captain?"

"Whether you are too competitive with our brothers is debatable, but intelligence information is indeed important."

Yin Zekiel turned his head and looked at the stairs leading to the ground: "Let's move on."

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Five minutes later, they arrived at the lower level of the stairs. Compared with the upper floor, it is completely dark here. The power appeared to be completely cut and the emergency lights that were supposed to be on did not work. Fortunately, the eyepiece itself has a night vision function, which does not hinder them. Based on observations, Yin Zekiel came to a conclusion.

This should be a building like an underground transportation station, which means that the Phinelos probably already have a complete underground transportation network. The affluence of their daily lives can be seen.

However, a certain premonition followed, and began to surge in Yin Zikiel's heart.

He frowned slightly, and opened the safety of the bolt gun: "Get ready, I have a bad feeling."

This time, even Ramsden, who was the most talkative, didn't answer. They are all aware of Yin Zekiel's ability, and have seen his intuition that is almost predictive more than once. In fact, there has long been a consensus in the third company of the Crimson Blade. The "hunch" of Captain Yin Qijier can often represent the future to some extent.

In the dark, human senses are magnified, especially for the Astartes. The atmosphere became tense without a sound. They were not afraid, but they all tensed up their nerves silently.

Two minutes later, Yin Zekiel raised his hand and made a stop gesture. The second tactical team stopped immediately, and the two combat brothers came to Yin Qijier, one left and one right, and formed a trident formation with him, with the bolt gun in their hands pointing forward, ready to go, while the others were There was alert behind them.

Let's go and give it a try. 】

"The reading is abnormal." Yin Zekiel said softly. "As a transportation hub, the air here is too humid."

"Could it be that the pipeline for transporting water has broken?" Someone put forward another point of view.

"This can't explain why we can't see half of the people. The sound of the Thunderhawk gunboat landing can be heard even three kilometers away, but none of the staff here responded..."

Yin Zekiel narrowed his eyes: "Get ready for battle."

The three of them began to move forward a little bit, and the others followed closely behind. The further you go in, the thinner the light becomes, even the little bit of light coming down from the stairs has completely disappeared, and the surroundings are eerily quiet. After moving on for some distance, Yin Zekiel heard some kind of continuous low sound.

Similar to a heartbeat sound, but also different. More dull, denser, combined together it makes people feel uneasy. At the same time, Yin Zekiel discovered that the night vision function had lost its effectiveness, and he could no longer see clearly what was in the darkness ahead.

"Sniper," Yin Zekiel said. "Fire a flare forward."

"clear."

Two seconds later, accompanied by a gunshot, a mild artificial light source suddenly lit up in front, illuminating everything. Looking at the thick, twisted green blood vessels spreading from the ground to the ceiling, the thick creeps, and the huge brown-yellow cocoon jumping all over it, Yin Zekiel pulled the trigger of the bolt gun without the slightest hesitation.

"Free fire!"

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he yelled, and at the same time his arms slammed down, perfectly controlling the recoil. Thirty rounds of explosive bombs were quickly fired in the semi-automatic gear. He changed the magazine, raised his left hand, and signaled the tactical team to stop firing.

After a round of volleys, what appeared before the eyes of the Crimson Blades was a more brutal scene than before. The thick blood vessels were beaten to pieces, and the green mucus inside was exposed, filling the air with an unpleasant stench of corruption. If it wasn't for the breathing grill, they would probably have started to vomit by now.

Those cocoons were also shattered, and a few fragments fell nearby. The texture actually gave people the illusion of fur, which challenged Yin Zekiel's rationality violently.

"Throw Molotov cocktails," Yin Zekiel said darkly. "Burn this place clean and return to the tarmac, we can't push any further."

This time, Ramsden made no objection.

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Prometheus had already forgotten how many walking corpses he had killed. He stopped counting two hours ago. On the contrary, Tia has been leaning on his shoulder to guard him against the threat from behind.

He didn't tell the child that he could actually sense the threat from behind. Prometheus knew that Tia's sanity was on the verge of crumbling. After witnessing so many horrible things, it was a miracle that she could still maintain the most basic sanity.

He had to find something for her to do.

"Uncle, another group is coming from behind!"

"okay, I get it."

Prometheus patted her on the back, beckoning her to hold on tight, and then turned around abruptly. With this force, he swung the forging hammer round and threw it out. This one-handed hammer, which had only beaten steel before today, whizzed and smashed the heads or upper bodies of a whole group of walking corpses, and finally returned to his hand in a perfect circle.

"Wow!" Tia clapped her hands, and the kid exclaimed. "How on earth did you do it?"

"I don't know either." Prometheus told the truth. "It's not that I don't want to teach you, kid, it's just that I don't know how I did it myself, I just remember that I can do it."

"What did you do before?" Tia asked puzzled.

Prometheus swung the forge hammer, a weapon still strong after smashing so many heads. He stared at the surface of the hammer head, shook his head, and replied softly: "I hope I'm just a blacksmith, forging some gadgets for others."

Yes, he hoped so.

After forcibly grinding a bloody road out of the city, they finally came to the traffic station in the city. The Phoenix people don't like the feeling that the sky is covered, so they built many intricate networks under the planet, and these networks can allow every Phoenix person to travel unimpeded on the entire planet.

——Of course, this is conditional. If the transportation network is blood vessels, then the trains are blood, and the combination of the two can run smoothly. The transportation network is useless if there are no trains.

Looking at the broken train, Prometheus was in trouble. It is true that he is a blacksmith, and he has indeed repaired many things for others on weekdays. But he has never repaired a broken maglev train. How can this thing be repaired with only a forging hammer?

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It's not a game in the 3K era, you can fix anything by hitting it twice with a hammer... Corax and Guilliman used to play this kind of game together...

etc.

Who are Corax and Guilliman...?