Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

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

"From your description, it's almost certain that Phinelos was polluted by Nurgle's power."

Crane's voice sounded from the communication channel, with embarrassing calmness and rationality: "Her power will not affect you, I can guarantee this. But the Phinelos are different, the ship is scanning , if it is confirmed that there are no survivors, I will immediately clean the entire planet, at least completely clean the surface."

"Understood, my lord." Yin Zekiel replied.

He has no objection to this. In dealing with the Nurgle plague, the empire is surprisingly unanimous. Whether you're an Adeptus Mechanicus, an Orchard, or an officer in the Ministry of War, any sane person knows that there's only one official antidote to the plague of Nurgle.

Cure the Infection, one bullet at a time, Cure the Nurgle Infection, one extermination order at a time. Many scholars who know the taboo have disputed this matter, and even shouted to give hope to those poor infected, of course, they all learned to shut up in the end.

No one threatened them, the Ministry of Military Affairs just showed them the truth.

Khorne's demon army can still be stopped by cannonballs and human waves. Tzeentch's plots in the past were only targeted at the wise, and the followers of Slaanesh are seeking pleasure, so they are particularly conspicuous. They can all be stopped to a certain extent, eliminated to a certain extent.

However, the plague of Nurgle is not.

Viruses use humans as carriers. If you want to eliminate the virus, you can only eliminate the humans on that planet. There is no other way. To do otherwise is to watch the virus spread.

It has been recorded that the plague will spread to many planets in a short period of time, and eventually even form a plague that affects the entire galaxy. Everyone will die screaming in pain, and all this could have been prevented.

As long as someone presses the button that fires the extermination order, someone has to do it.

"However, before doing this, I need a truth."

Crane continued: "For example, how did the Phinelos provoke Nurgle? This is a remote garden world. Even the surrounding star regions have not experienced war for seven hundred years. There is no soil for the development of cults here." , Nurgle's power cannot come suddenly."

It's clear that the suspicious side of him as Batman is at work.

"We need to figure this out."

Crane declared calmly: "There must be something hidden behind this. There is no such coincidence in the world. A garden world blocking our way was invaded by Nurgle just right... I don't believe there is such a coincidence. thing."

"Understood, my lord." Yin Zekiel replied in a low voice. "My company and I will wait on the ground."

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Prometheus stood where he was, with an expression of detached calmness.

On the face of it, this is true, and there is much evidence for it.

For example, his facial muscles are completely relaxed, and his eyes fall somewhere in the room, as if he is looking carefully. But in fact, his attention is not here at all, and his childish eyes are all slack.

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He is thinking about one question, to be more precise, there are many.

Who is Corax and who is Guilliman? Why do I remember them playing games together?

Who the hell am I...?

He couldn't recover for a long time, and it wasn't until Tia called him that he realized what kind of danger he was in now.

"Uncle, what shall we do next?"

Tia asked: "Didn't you say you were going to warn people in other cities? But, the train broke down. What should we do?"

Prometheus sighed, knelt down and touched her head, and simply sat on the ground: "Yes, the train is broken, but we will find a way... Ah, you have heard of the game huh, Tia?"

"Game? What type are you talking about?"

Tia was on fire right away: “I used to play board games with my friends on the second floor of the library! You know board games? It takes six to eight people, we can play many roles, and a sixteen Dice with faces..."

As she spoke, her voice trailed off.

"I used to play with them a lot..."

She lowered her head and said: "On the rest day, I can play all day long and don't go home until the evening. The meals will be prepared in advance at home, and my mother and father will wait for me at the dining table, and I won't let them wait too long ..."

Her voice faded away, replaced by a trembling sob.

Children are children after all, no matter how strong they are, there will be times when they will collapse. Her parents died, and everyone she knew died, but she still persisted until here before crying.

From this point of view, Prometheus admired her willpower.

Prometheus patted her on the back without saying a word, stared forward, and said: "The game I'm talking about is different from the one you play. Of course, I haven't played a game. It's just me Two of my brothers played...at least I hope they are my brothers."

He smiled, he didn't know why he did it, he just felt bitter.

"The two of them have a good relationship. They used to play games together. It was a simulation game. One guy kept losing, but the more he lost, the more he wanted to play... The other didn't. With so many concerns, every time he wins the game, he will put his hands on his hips and laugh loudly at the other..."

His voice was soft and completely out of shape for him. The giant gently confides the past in his memory. In the already damaged train station, in the darkness, he confides unreservedly to a child.

Talking about the past, talking about history, talking about some things that have long been forgotten. Time has blurred their faces, and divided everything into a simple opposition between good and evil, ignoring the essence and key of the problem.

No one is born with the choice to be a bad person.

"Ah, I remember, yes... and others. I have many, many, one of them, a more irascible brother. He is always angry, and he doesn't like anything , have always been, have you ever seen a man like this, Tia?"

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"No...he must be in pain, that's why?" Tia whispered. "Uncle Gore, who lives two blocks away from my house, has been arguing for a while because he divorced his wife."

Let's go and give it a try. 】

"Perhaps, he may indeed be in pain." Prometheus replied with his head raised. "I remember his face, but I don't remember his name. He was always angry, but occasionally he had a sad look in his eyes. I asked him once, why are you so sad."

The child listened quietly.

"He warned me not to meddle in my own business, and said he would kill me if it happened again."

Tia was taken aback, and stammered, "He...why is he so mean? You obviously care about him!"

"Perhaps some people don't want to be cared about, child." Prometheus responded gently. "For them, licking their wounds silently is the best choice. Anyone else mentioning this matter is forcing them to tear their scars open and reveal bloody wounds."

"I do not understand......"

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, boy... I don't really understand. This is a complicated universe, but I only know how to forge iron. If I knew more, maybe things would be different...  .What do you think? Maybe I'll know how to fix this car."

Prometheus laughed softly: "I also have a brother who speaks incomprehensible words every day. We can't understand what he is saying, even the most knowledgeable among us I don’t understand either. Yes, if you had to use one word to describe it, it would be nagging. But I know that if he had a choice, he wouldn’t want to.”

"Then why did he do this?" Tia asked puzzled. "If you look at it according to what you said, wouldn't such a talkative person be annoying? I don't want everyone to hate me."

"He can't make up his mind, boy, he's born this way, he can always see something bad...so he's in pain all the time, he has to say it, or he's going to be really crazy Drop." Prometheus replied in a low voice. "My brothers are in pain, they all are."

"We had a common father who didn't talk to us a lot or tell us what to do. So we kids...we started to copy him, to imitate him clumsily— Maybe so, or maybe it's because there's a part of him in each of us."

Many people's faces gradually appeared in front of Prometheus' eyes, some were laughing, some were in pain, and some were dripping with blood.

"But it's not a good thing," he said. "Imitating him would only wear us out physically and mentally, so I asked him why he didn't say everything."

"What did your father say?"

"He told me that there are some things that he can't help, and some things are doomed from the beginning. My brothers all inherit part of his traits, so they are born like this - the creation must move closer to the Creator, this is a It’s a sad thing, but it’s also an unavoidable thing.”

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"But again, my father said...he said, Vulcan, you still have something to teach your brother."

'Prometheus' lowered his head and gripped his hammer tightly.

Vulkan stood up and muttered to himself, "Humanity."