Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Broken corpses and pieces of armor were everywhere. In the hangar, the smell of blood disappeared, replaced by a smell of burned flesh and a deep chill that was completely opposite to the flames.

They froze the floor, the few remaining status lights on the hangar wall were blinking alternately red, and the cable ducts hissed, trying to bring the temperature back to normal levels. The maintenance personnel will probably have a headache for a while afterwards.

Saul Tarvitz knew why the chill existed—the power of the Givadoron-style enchanted magazine was too strong, even if he aimed at the ceiling, the power of the runes kept the chill alive to this day.

He looked down at the bolter in his hand, the runes on the enchanted magazine flickered, flickering on and off, as if responding to his gaze, and it happened to be bright for a long time at this moment.

Saul Tarvitz smiled unconsciously.

The Iron Warriors lit a fire, fueled by the corpses of the traitors. A few Destroyers with flamethrowers were absorbed in their work, their eyepieces reflecting a blazing scene. They were used to such terrible sights.

The other Astartes probably wouldn't take the job of burning corpses as a matter of course.

Saul Tarvitz even saw some Iron Warriors carrying the corpses of the traitors with their own hands - mortals cannot work in such a low temperature, but they didn't complain, they just endured everything silently, at most they just cursed in a low voice.

Saul Tarvitz watched all this silently, without words or movements.

A voice sounded behind him: "Captain, thank you again."

Tarvitz turned around and saw Hong Suo, covered in blood, walking slowly. The power armor he was wearing was a rather old mk3 type, the servo behind it was creaking, and electric sparks would appear from time to time. That's obviously why he's moving slowly.

Noticing his gaze, Hong Suo smiled imperceptibly: "It is inevitable to get injured in battle... What do you think, Captain?"

After speaking, he looked at the unscathed Lu Xing Titan on Tarvitz's body. He looked up and down, his eyes gradually filled with curiosity and desire.

Tarvits laughed dumbfounded when he saw this, he shook his head: "I know what you want to ask, Captain Hong Suo..."

That counts as some sort of rejection.

Hong Suo was not disappointed either.

He has fought so far, so he naturally knows that the most important thing in the empire is secrets.

People create secrets and then protect them. Strictly guard against death, be cautious in words and deeds. In his opinion, the other world might be similar. He knew that if that similar world had been nice, this squad wouldn't be on his ship.

He nodded: "Let's skip this topic, Captain. I myself have the same thirst for technology, but it's different from the Mechanics... As for your gun, alas."

Looking down, Hong Suo looked at the bolter on Tarvitz's waist and sighed.

"I guess it's also one of the secrets that can't be revealed?"

"Unfortunately, you guessed right, Captain Honsou."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Hong Suo sighed again with a little sigh: "It's been a long time since I fought with brothers from other legions. Frankly speaking, I miss those days."

The old days are always beautiful, and nostalgia is human nature.

Saul Tarvitz lowered his eyes quietly - of course he missed it too, how could he not miss it?

The great expedition of all people is united, and the whole empire is thriving. At that time, the Emperor's Children could proudly say their names, but now...if it weren't for the captain's gift, they probably wouldn't have received any personnel supplements until now.

At this moment, Hong Suo did not speak either. He may have also thought of something, staring at the fire not far away, the expression of the war blacksmith gradually became a little hollow, like a heavy echo after the war. The atmosphere gradually fell silent, and then a curse from the hangar door destroyed it.

"In the name of Ruth, I will skin all of them!"

Bjorn cursed so loudly, the Fenrisian language was so harsh. Many Iron Warriors looked at him. In the past, Bjorn might have quarreled with them, but Lone Wolf is not in that mood now.

He quickly came to Saul Tarvitz and Hong Suo, holding a dead bloody head in his hand, it stared at the air with wide eyes, and the eight-pointed star on its face was so dazzling.

"Look at this, Captain!" Bjorn held up the head. "Did you see what this bastard tattooed on his face? Damn it!"

"...I saw it, Bjorn." Saul Tarvitz had to stop him. "I understand your emotions, but you should perhaps be quieter."

"I think so, Captain!"

Bjorn angrily threw the head into the fire not far away, smashing up some stumped limbs and arms. He ran over, forcibly snatched the flamethrower from an Iron Warrior, and took over for him himself. Not only that, but his mouth was not idle, every sentence that he said made the corners of Saul Tarvitz's eyes twitch.

"Damn idiots, why didn't the sea monsters on Fenris eat them? Or let them fall into the lake and drown! I can understand being simply deceived, but they are stupid as hell!"

The Iron Warrior who had been robbed of his job stood there at a loss. He looked at Hong Suo. Even though he was wearing a helmet, Hong Suo could tell from his body language that he was at a loss.

The war blacksmith had no choice but to gesture to him blankly, signaling him to do something else. And Bjorn's complaints continued. It seemed that he didn't want to stop for a short time.

"A group of steadfast idiots, the brain-eating beasts at the bottom of the hive will probably run away in disappointment after ripping off their skulls! There is nothing that can be called a brain in there, only a pool of flesh and blood !"

"They actually think that they are doing the right thing, that psionic power should be banned and extinct forever, damn it, then they have the guts to shut up the rune priests forever and stop singing any ancient A long poem?!"

Hong Suo turned his head and glanced at Saul Tarvitz with probing eyes, and the latter pursed his lips at him: "I don't know what's wrong with him..."

"I'll tell you what's wrong with me, Captain!"

Bjorn grabbed another Iron Warrior who was passing by and shoved the flamethrower into his hand. The latter stepped back three steps and looked over angrily. Before he could say anything, Bjorn quickly left the place. When he came to Tarvitz, the mask bounced off, his flushed face was full of deep shame.

He lowered his volume so that only Honso and Tarvitz could hear him.

"I thought their betrayal was because something happened to Ruth, or bewitched... But I didn't think they actually knew exactly what they were doing! They fully acknowledged the shit, they knew they were doing Robbery, murder, alliance with aliens..."

"But they put the responsibility for their soul's depravity on the Emperor! They feel that the Emperor's concealment and Magnus' curse contributed to everything, okay! Although I don't know that in this world Magnus and What are his wizards doing, but I'm sure the bastards are full of Ogryn's boogers!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Tarvitz saw Hong Suo take a slight step back.

"Bjorn..." Tarvitz heard himself sighing. "Listen to me, you need to calm down - I know you are surrounded by shame and resentment right now, I have been through this stage, I understand how you feel, but we still have tasks."

Bjorn looked at him intently, and after a moment of silence he suddenly asked, "How did you get through it?"

Saul Tarvitz smiled wryly.

"I didn't get through it, Bjorn," he replied softly. "I remembered it, that's all."

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"Are you all right, Mephisto Librarian?"

The moment he heard this voice, Mephisto was terrified. He opened his eyes to see Cato Sicarius looking at him worriedly. The Ultramarine's complexion has improved a lot, at least it is no longer pale. And he...

Without a mirror or seeing it with his own eyes, Mephisto also knew that his skin color would never change in any way. From the moment he crawled out from under the rubble, something changed forever.

"I'm unconscious?" he asked, hearing his own hoarse voice. "for how long?"

"Seven minutes."

Sicarius gave a time that Mephisto could accept with an affirmative tone. After getting the answer, the Blood Angel was slightly relieved.

It wasn't the first time he'd used his powers to protect a ship deep in the Warp, but it was the first time he'd been unconscious. Sure enough, if you don't use rituals and don't borrow the power of other psykers, it's still a bit too reluctant to be alone.

However, seven minutes in a coma is an acceptable number.

He sat up with a golden light in his eyes. I don't know if it was Sicarius' illusion, but he always felt that the color of Mephisto's eyes had some strange changes. In the past, he would not forget this matter, but now, a force disturbed his thoughts and made him forget everything.

Mephisto is also ignorant of this.

"Seven minutes is still an acceptable time..." The chief think tank shook his head. "But I need a little time to recover."

"Are you sure, think tank? I've seen the performance of psykers after they've been overdrawn..."

"I'm not like them, and besides, I have this."

Mephisto raised his hand and took out an injection from the side of his belt, in which the light blue liquid was slowly shaking.

He held it in his hand, and a device just big enough to hold it popped out of the Landwalk Titan's shoulder. Mephisto put it in, the device sank, and for a moment, the hum of the running stripes overwhelmed everything else.

"...now, I'm better."