Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

The mountain peaks stand tall and coexist harmoniously with the clouds. A royal palace stands proudly here. But the filthy, oil-smeared, glassy skies spoiled everything, and they were downright repulsive. Fortunately, this scene quickly disappeared, and ten minutes later, they parked in a hangar located inside the mountain.

Sicarius stepped off the Thunderhawk gunboat, looking through the unclosed door of the hangar, through the heavily polluted rain curtain, he saw some strange sights. At this moment, he truly realized that this place was completely different from the world he knew.

What kind of new duty has the empire assigned me?

He smiled wryly, and the explanation of the center was still echoing in his ears. He accepted that new duty, but, after only seven hours, he was sent to a strange yet familiar place. There are traces of the strangeness here, but the familiarity here makes him a little creepy.

His only consolation may be the three accompanying him. Chief Librarian of the Blood Angels, Mephisto, Captain Saul Tarvitz from the Emperor's Children, Elder Bjorn from the Space Wolves. They were the only familiar faces he had here.

but......

"So, where are we going now?"

Bjorn's voice sounded hoarse over the communication channel. The previous rescue operation caused some problems with his throat. In fact, if it wasn't for the timely rescue of a space wolf spirit at that time, Bjorn's throat would probably be torn open by a few angry Slaanesh demons . All he got was a husky voice, luckily.

Also, he didn't want to repair this insignificant damage. In fact, he's proud of it. For the Space Wolves, recklessness is actually a commendable quality.

"I don't know, elder—"

"—Hey, Second Company Commander Sicarius, I remember I told you that I don't like being called 'elder', and you're going to use that phrase every now and then like that Blood Angels kid me?"

The think tank mentioned coughed quietly.

Saul Tarvitz sighed: "Okay, okay...don't make trouble anymore, Bjorn. Also, you shouldn't call Brother Sicarius Second Company Commander anymore, He's now the captain of the task force."

here we go again.

Sicarius licked his lips uneasily. He had no psychological burden to lead the other Astartes. In fact, he had already learned about his ability through many successful conducts.

However, the object he is commanding now is not trivial.

"You don't have to have these emotions, Captain Sicarius." Mephisto said at this moment. "We obey your leadership. Since the captain chose to appoint you as the captain, there must be his reasons."

"Hey, do you still need to think about this kind of thing?"

As Bjorn walked forward, he said his unique understanding in the communication channel: "I am not suitable for diplomacy. As for you, boy, your face is as white as death. Tarvitz is suitable." It's a pity that he doesn't smile now."

"If your joke is funny enough, I'll still laugh, Bjorn."

"What's not funny about the Khorne demon being unable to solve math problems?"

"They can at least solve any mathematical problem related to the number eight." Saul Tarvitz answered rigorously in a spirit of seeking truth from facts.

"Tsk."

Bjorn curled his lips and continued walking forward. Mephisto patted Sicarius on the shoulder and followed the first two. His silent concern warmed Sicarius' heart a little. He followed them and walked at the end of the team.

The hangar was empty, obviously cleaned up in advance. Everyone noticed this same cautiousness, but after just half a second, this special team stopped tacitly, starting from Bjorn.

The sound of bolters being reloaded from above them was the source of it all.

"Stop." A voice sounded, cold and quiet. "You were thirteen minutes earlier than scheduled."

"Orbital bombing is sometimes delayed due to malfunctions, let alone world shuttle?" Bjorn raised his head. "It's normal to be early or late, Imperial Army."

"Good reason, I accept--Which of you is Cato Sicarius?"

"I am."

Sicarius steps out from the end of the line, raising his hands to show that he is not holding a weapon. He doesn't feel bored or disrespected by such inspections. In fact, if the position is reversed and he is allowed to perform the duties of these imperial guards, he will do it more strictly.

"Take off your helmet."

Forbidden Army Order. His tone was cold and without any respect, Sicarius did as he was told, and at the same time made a gesture for Bjorn to calm down. He had already seen the elder put his hands behind his back.

With the safety lock of the connection port at the shoulder and neck of the Landing Titan automatically opened, Sicarius took off his helmet. He stared fearlessly into the darkness above the hangar, knowing how many guns were pointed at him at this moment. But he will not waver.

A slight stabbing pain came, and Sicarius frowned slightly. With the helm removed, the land titan began to warn him via neural links that the miraculous creation had detected the prying eyes of the psykers. Sicarius turned his head slightly, just in time to see Mephisto's raised right hand.

The think tank made a gesture, indicating that there is no problem.

So he relaxed and let the psyker test him. A few tense minutes passed quickly, the tingling sensation disappeared, and the voice of the imperial guard sounded again: "Very well, below, all of you take off your helmets."

Saul Tarvitz and Mephisto immediately followed suit.

"I don't think you guys like my face very much."

Bjorn murmured, but took off his helmet anyway.

The testing process of the psyker was repeated again, and Mephisto was the most difficult one. He had to suppress his instinctive urge to fight back, so that the psyker the Custodians had found could complete his task. When all the inspections were over, his talent told him that the guard who spoke relaxed a little.

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"Put on the helmet and go forward," said the guard. "We'll tell you which way to go."

"Guide?" Bjorn laughed. "Shouldn't the Forbidden Army have more important things to do? Can't you send someone else to lead us the way?"

"You better keep quiet..."

The forbidden army spoke again with a hint of threat. Bjorn didn't say anything more, he was just trying to test it out. His temptation has already got a good answer, since this is the case, naturally there is no need to continue such provocations.

They began to walk, but the road they took was by no means a wide and bright road, but a narrow and deep secret passage. Judging by the air here, Sicarius suspected that these secret passages might have been untouched for centuries. People have used it.

Behind them followed a group of imperial guards, as did the front. Such a formation looks stupid, but in fact, if they really have any dangerous intentions, the Custodians can kill them with the smallest price. The space here is too small, and they don't have any bunkers to hide from.

Forty-five minutes later, they arrived at their destination. A heavy door stood before them all, carved with embossments. Sicarius finally couldn't restrain his tension and took a deep breath. He began to recall the words of the center again.

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"Very good, Second Company Commander Sicarius."

The center appreciated his attitude, but the next explanation didn't mean to take care of him at all.

"The Empire and the Captain want you to take on a difficult role. You will be the captain of a task force consisting of Saul Tarvitz from the Emperor's Children, Morpheus from the Blood Angels Tor, Bjorn from the Space Wolves. What you have to do is to use the power of the captain to go to another similar world and investigate the situation for us."

"..."

Sicarius didn't speak for the first time, just opened his mouth, and then closed it again.

He could understand what he said earlier, and even felt a little excited. Halfway through hearing it, he originally wanted to ask about the captain's responsibilities after the center's words were over. He felt that he should not be the leader in such a team. However, the second half of the center's sentence was completely beyond his comprehension.

What is going to another similar world...?

Robert Guilliman coughed a few times and managed to speak: "It refers to the theory of parallel universes, a complex theory based on imagination, but it was finally proved to be true. Listen, Sicarius, about that world I can't explain the specific situation to you, because it's really hard to tell..."

"I can speak for you." The synthetic voice of the center sounded again. "You are suffering from a magical disorder, Robert Guilliman, and I suggest you follow my advice next time."

"...Thanks, Cephalon, but no need."

"Are you referring to the suggestion to explain it to Captain Cato Sicarius on your behalf, or—"

"—Okay, okay, I know I was wrong, Cephalon, please don't... alas."

Robert Guilliman smiled bitterly and sighed: "I really think the teacher should set a threshold for you to be in a certain area, otherwise, talking to you is really creepy at certain times, those of you Jokes too."

"I will choose the words I use according to the character of the person I'm talking to. In addition, I already have a dialogue selection threshold, but you don't know it. You don't know me, Robert Guilliman."

"..."

Robert Guilliman turned his head wordlessly, looked at Cato Sicarius who was in embarrassment and restraint, and sighed again.

"Well, Sicarius—what you have to do is actually quite simple."

Enduring the pain, he spoke slowly. "You only need to do a simple investigation. However, although it is simple, it is also very important. This is related to whether we can gain the upper hand in the follow-up expedition."