Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

It can be cured, but it is difficult to cure.

What He Shenyan has to do now is to reshape the brains of Arianto and Targaryen without damaging their memories and personalities. This task is not difficult in the first place. A simple healing technique can cure them.

Recovery from damage to the brain.

However, the small hole that the dark magic had torn open in their minds made things a bit difficult to deal with, which can be said to be quite tricky.

He Shenyan suddenly frowned: "Angron, how much do you know about the Butcher's Nail?"

"A psychic surgical implant that penetrates the skull, penetrates deep into the brain, and amplifies the victim's madness and rage... Don't you know these things?"

"Of course I know this..." He Shenyan waved to him, his right hand still delivering spiritual energy steadily to eat away at the micro-subspace cracks in Arianto's brain step by step. "Come and take a look at this."

"Look carefully." He said coldly.

Angron bent down and stared at Arianto's exposed and slightly trembling brain with the rigor of a craftsman he had never experienced before. Different from the pink color of normal humans, his brain was scarred, and the surface was full of holes and

The rough scratches almost make people doubt whether he is still alive.

The Lord of Red Sand sighed inaudibly.

No matter how many times he saw it, he could not get used to the harm caused by the Butcher's Nails to the victims. After he overthrew the cruel rulers of Nuceria, he immediately sent people to start studying how to remove the beaten Butcher.

nail.

However, no matter how many researchers joined, and how many gladiators joined because they could not bear the pain and preferred to be experimental subjects to gain a chance of survival, this problem has never been solved. Even after he returned to the empire, this kind of thing was still in his nightmares.

Haunting deeply.

He has seen this scene countless times.

Arianto's brain was slightly different. In the deep groove of the mediastinum that separates the left and right hemispheres of the brain, he saw a symbol.

Symbol of Khorne.

The two intersecting horizontal lines together formed a rough x, with a horizontal line drawn at the bottom. They formed a symbolic skull, which was currently fluctuating with the trembling of Arianto's brain, which was extremely strange.

Angron raised his head, his expression more serious than ever before. He frowned angrily, and he was obviously really angry: "It is impossible for the followers of Khorne to restrain their desire for killing and carve Khorne's words into the brains of the two Astartes.

Symbols don’t kill them.”

"You're still sober."

He Shenyan sneered and clenched his right hand, increasing the level of psychic energy transmission. The golden flames spread to the entire open brain cavity, without causing any damage to Arianto's brain itself. As for the symbol of Khorne,

It was completely burned the first time.

"They accepted the mission of the Inquisition and came here, the last mission."

The unique operation was still going on steadily, but He Shenyan made a chilling guess: "Just imagine - Angron, how could it be such a coincidence?"

"Are you doubting the Inquisition?"

"Shouldn't I be suspicious?"

Angron was silent for a while, he squinted his eyes, and bared his teeth habitually when thinking, looking as if he was about to chop off someone's head at any moment: "It's doubtful, but they have no reason to do this.

"

"That's the problem, if they are still loyal, they have no reason to do this. But what if there are traitors among them? Or, let me put it more seriously."

He Shenyan withdrew his hand, and Arianto's brain recovered, the scars disappeared, the skull returned to its original position, and the scalp was tightly attached. His eyelids trembled, and when he woke up, he heard the mage's serious and cold voice: "...

There are only a few loyalists among them."

"What happened, my lord?"

"It's none of your business."

He Shenyan untied his restraints smoothly, allowing Arianto to get up from the cold operating table. Then he patted his shoulder: "Go out and turn left. The blue light on the ceiling on the bridge is the center of the magic circle. You can

Understand it as an existence like a machine soul. Go ask it where the forging room is, and your armor and weapons are being updated."

"...I understand, sir."

Arianto stood barefoot on the cold silver metal floor paper. Angron looked at him with concern. But the scarred warrior moved his eyes away from Angron's eyes. He looked at

Targaryen, who was still lying on his side with his eyes closed, then walked out.

After he went out, they began to continue the conversation. The mage continued with the next surgical target, and Angron stood aside with his chest crossed.

"You're making a pretty serious allegation, Ho."

"I don't need to accuse anyone, I just need to return to the empire. However, I can tell who is a traitor and who is still loyal at a glance." He replied calmly, and the movement of his hand was still not slow, and he opened the

As expected, Targaryen's skull also had a Khorne symbol imprinted on his cerebral cortex.

"But we can't go back now."

"Yeah, that's what I'm worried about." The mage lowered his head and said a sentence that made Angron's body run cold: "But we will go back soon - if you are a traitor, what will you do?

Do?"

He raised his head and stared at Angron, his golden pupils seemed to be burning with flames: "When I returned to Terra, they had no chance of winning, but I haven't gone back yet... Do you think they

What will you do?”

"We must set off immediately!"

Angron said hastily. Even if this is an empire in another world, he cannot turn a blind eye to the people here - aren't they human beings? Aren't they oppressed? He cannot allow this to happen.

"Don't forget the complete stc...the research is not over yet."

He Shenyan said gloomily: "It's this conspiracy again... dragging us here. He really figured out my character."

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Walking in the silver corridor, Arianto found it difficult to adapt to his current situation.

The brain pain that would have lasted for a few minutes disappeared, and the sticky feeling that hindered his thinking also disappeared. It was extremely smooth, incomparable...free. For the first time in ten thousand years, he felt

You are not subject to any restrictions.

He is no longer a slave to the Butcher's Nail.

A smile passed away fleetingly. Arianto knew how scary his appearance was because of those scars, and he didn't want to scare the crew members he might meet. However, he walked at full speed here for half an hour and didn't see anyone.

.

Arianto couldn't help but start to feel secretly frightened by the size of this 'ship'. He asked about the blue light above his head, which was the center of the magic circle, and the latter's answer was completely incomprehensible to him.

"Star Battleship..." He muttered these four words, suddenly quickened his pace, and walked quickly around the corner. According to the guidance of the center of the magic circle, the foundry room is here.

The black door was easy to identify and was completely different from the surrounding silver metal. He came to the door and was thinking about how to enter. Blue light emitted from the upper half of the door and scanned his whole body. A mechanical voice sounded: "Ali

Brother Anto Di Carlio, welcome."

There was a buzz, and the door opened. He walked in barefoot. There were many metal frames inside, some with damaged power armor on them, shrouded in blue light. His armor was hung on one of the metal frames, Givadoron

Standing nearby, it was obvious that he had been waiting for a long time.

"What are you doing?" Arrianto asked coldly, walking to his armor and carefully looking at this old companion that had been with him for ten thousand years.

After the betrayal of the World Eaters, their blue and white paint was naturally abandoned by the traitors, and as a loyalist, Arianto was also implicated. He also had to change the color scheme that once represented his glory—

—Arianto chose to scrape off the paint with his own hands, allowing the metal to reveal its original color.

Dark gray, this is the color of his armor. The surface is full of scratches, craters and countless small damages. Echoing him, they have all been hurt, but they still stand strong in this universe.

among.

Now, he's healed, and so is his power armor.

"Come to see you - let me tell you something by the way."

"I don't need your reminder, Givadoron." Arrianto didn't even look at him. "Even if you didn't betray, you disappeared from the battlefield and we couldn't find you. Captain Erlon gave

Your mission was to hold the passage on the right, but you failed to hold it, and you ignored all communication requests."

"Because I passed out."

"Fainted?"

Arianto sneered: "What attack can knock you out? You withstood the Thunder Eagle's bombardment head-on. When we dragged you out from the ground, you even had the time to joke. What kind of attack can knock you out?

Sergeant Givadoron?"

"he."

A cold word.

Givadoron closed his eyes: "I wanted to stop him... I still remember the scene at that time."

He stretched out his hand and pointed in front of him: "Eight meters from here is where Randall is standing. He was cut in half by the monster, and his name was still chanting in his mouth when he died."

"Over there, over there is the doctor Ben Rawls, we call him the Silent One, remember? Because he always doesn't speak. He charged at them, and then his head was blown off by the plasma."

"Here is Fireman Paro, the bastard. I watched him enter the legion and watched him die... His whole body was shattered, and his flesh and blood spattered on my right eyepiece. I had to remove him.

I wiped off a piece of the remnant and threw it on the ground. Because I must keep fighting."

Givadoron closed his eyes and scolded Fang Qiu in the casting room full of power armor, like a conductor of an orchestra. He accurately stated the position of each person and the way of each person's death. It was absolutely accurate.

ruthless.

"I remember all twenty-seven of them," Givadoron said. "In the end, it was me. They bought me time and allowed me to destroy the chip of the artillery, so that they could not use this thing to bombard you."

He laughed: "I remember charging towards him, not saying anything, not shouting anything. Just... charging."

"enough."

Arianto stopped his words and gave Givadoron a strong hug: "That's enough, brother. I understand."

"I did not betray...I am not a traitor." Givadoron was still muttering to himself.