Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"He's on the right!"

"boom!"

"No, no! On the left! On the left! Hit him with that damn cannon!"

"ah!"

A giant walked out of the darkness, carrying several heads in his hand. He sneered at the ashen-faced gang mutant boss: "I'm here, where are your cannons?"

The mutant boss's lips trembled for a few times, trying to say something. Then Frank punched him in the head. His men's heads were thrown on him, and the headless one - no, there were a few extra heads.

The corpse shook a few times and fell down. It rolled on the dirty ground and then stopped moving.

"Report to me, Bonavia."

"Sir, your signal is a bit blurry - did you run out of the mission location to kill other people again?"

Frank glanced at the gang leader who was still staring. In a small shack not far behind him, there were several naked girls tremblingly hiding behind the thin iron sheet and looking at him.

He was silent for a moment.

"Yes." He admitted this in a rare moment. "Bring over some clothes...women, about twelve to fourteen years old. And bring some nutrient solution. They are very thin.

"

"You saved some more people?"

"Yes, come quickly, Bonavia."

Frank hung up the call impatiently, and walked towards the shack. They immediately hid behind the iron sheet and held their breath. The perspective of the eyepiece allowed him to see them shivering behind. Punishment

The reporter took off his helmet, breathed out gently, and adjusted his voice.

"Come out." He still sounded like a murderous devil.

No one answered.

"Come out." He emphasized.

Four girls walked out of the shack, timidly but without raising their arms to cover their naked bodies. Frank looked away: "Where are your clothes?"

"He wouldn't let us wear it."

Girls, look at me and I look at you, one of the older ones bravely answered.

"Is that him?" Frank pointed to the head of the mutant boss not far away. The girl who spoke glanced at him and suddenly nodded with hatred on her face.

"Are you going to let us do that, too?"

"What kind of thing?"

The girl gestured: "Injection. He didn't let us wear clothes, saying it would destroy the effect of the injection... We were captured by him, and several people have died. We have to be injected several times every day."

very good.

Frank's expression did not change. He had been walking in the darkness of human nature for too long, and his body and mind had been infiltrated by these things. He could not easily show any emotions - except for one, the most basic and strongest kind of human being.

anger.

"What kind of injection? What effect will it have?"

"A yellow injection that makes us feel sleepy after being injected..." Another girl spoke, still fearful. Frank glanced at her and suddenly noticed her discolored pupils.

"Are you a psyker?"

The girl looked at him blankly.

Frank took a step back and glanced at each of their faces: "Are you all psychic?"

"What is that, my lord?"

Frank put on his helmet, flipped his right wrist armor, and he activated the communicator again. Bonavia's slightly distorted voice came from his ears: "Sir, what's the matter?"

"The plan has changed. There is no need to come. Take someone to guard the exit on the ground floor and don't allow anyone to leave. I will take them up."

His words made the female inquisitor immediately alert. Frank heard the sound of the explosive bomb being loaded: "What happened, sir?"

"These four children are all psykers. A mutant boss who was killed by me is experimenting on them... They were injected with a yellow injection that will make them feel drowsy. I will

Get some samples and you'll wait for me at the exit."

"Understood, sir."

Bonavia pressed the button and the communicator on her wrist went off. The female inquisitor made a gesture, and a fighter servitor immediately came over: "Order?"

"Bring four servitors, guard the exit, and don't allow anyone to leave."

"Order accepted."

The half-man, half-machine thing roared and stood at the exit behind them, with four other fighter servants. An Astra Militarum standing behind the female Inquisitor took a step forward and asked meticulously: "Inquisitor, what happened?

What happened?"

"There is something, and it is inconsistent with what we received. That adult found a mutant boss on the lower level who was using unregistered young psykers to test medicine."

"Understood, do I need to call support?"

"Don't do it for now. If possible, inform the guards on this floor to cheer them up."

The Astra Militarum made an aquila salute without saying a word, and then immediately led the people to push through the crowded crowd and ran on the dirty hive ground. Bonavia liked to deal with such people.

, they know what they should do, are smart enough, and have strong action skills. They are not like those damn bureaucrats.

An order can take half a year.

She brought thirty Astra Militarum and five combat servitors. Such an armed force should have been able to cleanse the entire bottom layer of the hive - but the place they are now in is called Terra.

Terra's hive is different, God knows what's down there. Although Bonavia wants to apply for some more people, the people above are refusing to let go.

Not long after, Frank walked up with four girls wrapped in a rag. Needless to say, two Astra Militarum soldiers took them away immediately. The four girls will undergo strict inspection. Since they are spirits

With a capable relationship, there may be other places to go, but no matter where, it is better than staying here.

"Wait." Frank called to the soldier who wanted to leave in a low voice, and took out an empty syringe from his waist. "Take a few more people with you and leave them on the boat...

...check, keep them healthy, and keep this thing strictly guarded.”

"As you command, my lord."

Frank turned his head and looked at Bonavia: "Are you ready for the expeditionary force?"

"How do I know this, sir? I am just a judge. You should ask His Highness the Regent." The female judge was startled by his question.

The Punisher calmly shook his head slightly and glanced behind him from the corner of his eye. The Inquisitor immediately understood and took a step forward without leaving a trace. The next second, Frank turned around and fired a shot. The bolt gun roared and the remaining stars were

The soldiers did not panic at all, and immediately picked up their rifles and shot with him.

There were several roars of pain from the darkness at the descending entrance, and then the sound of something moving away. After stopping several Astra Militarum troops who wanted to pursue them, Frank stared at the thick darkness with scarlet eyepieces.

He said slowly: "...We will return to the ship immediately."

"What? But-"

"Go back to the ship immediately, Bonavia." Frank said seriously. "This whole thing is not right. I must meet with Guilliman. This is not like a mission he would issue."

"But, my lord, is there nothing wrong with the paperwork?"

"When have you ever seen him so careless that he asked me to kill someone without even investigating the surrounding environment?" Frank took back his bolter and asked calmly.

The female judge was speechless.

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Macragge's Glory.

"I haven't issued a mission to you - Frank, I've been busy with a series of things related to the expeditionary force these days." Guilliman said with a frown.

"That's strange, because I accepted a task jointly signed by you and the Inquisition." Frank replied expressionlessly.

As usual, he's doing dirty work. But this time he has official endorsement and is much more comfortable than before in the United States. Frank wanders throughout the solar system, meeting hive gangsters, mutants, psykers, chaos wizards, and corrupt bureaucrats

. He killed them all. While waiting for the expedition force to gather, he almost killed through the entire solar system.

His identity remains a mystery, and any documents referring to him are obscured. Only a few senior officials and Bonavia are qualified to know who he is.

"What form?"

"The document is very formal and is in your handwriting."

Frank took out a crumpled parchment from the belt at his waist and threw it over. After opening it, Guilliman glanced at it roughly, his face becoming gloomier than ever before. Frank only needed one glance to know the answer to the question.

, it’s nothing more than someone doing things behind the scenes...but that’s not the problem.

The question is, does that person simply want to seek political benefits for himself through this method, or does he have other aspirations?

What's more, the whole thing is full of doubts. Why would that mutant gang specialize in researching a medicine that can make psykers feel drowsy? They sell medicine well, but this is not the medicine they sell.

"...There is a problem within the Inquisition."

A few minutes later, Guilliman finished his thinking and came up with a conclusion that he couldn't even believe. The regent sat upright, groping with the armrests of the chair with his fingers, and said his conjecture word by word: "Imitate

My handwriting is not difficult and my logo is not difficult to obtain. They have a lot of internal correspondence with me."

"The question is why? Why would they do this?"

Guilliman stood up and walked around the room as he spoke: "The task they gave you is to kill a gang leader...Does your helmet retain images?"

"have."

Frank simply took the helmet aside and activated the image projection function. A frightened man was projected on the floor of Guilliman's study. He kept wailing: "Please! You killed everyone.

Man, you haven’t even looked at my pets.”

Guilliman heard Frank--Frank at that time sneered, and then threw a piece of red skin on the man's face, and he began to scream: "Oh-! My Rao!

You, why did you skin him?!"

"Because you bastard has skinned so many other people... I'm not just going to skin your pets, I'm going to skin you too."

What happened next made Guilliman frown. He could not help but say to Frank with a kind of advice: "You really need to restrain your emotions, Frank."

"I'm not angry." Frank hesitated for a moment and then added, "Not at the time."

"...You skinned him, hung him up and threw him into a bucket of paint."

"Just a little bit."

"Let's skip the subject - is there anything special about this man?"

"Nothing special, just the same scum. I've killed too many, and if I want to remember everyone's tragic childhood stories, I don't have to do anything else." Frank replied expressionlessly.

Guilliman rubbed his eyebrows: "Okay, there's nothing special about this scumbag. Where are the four children mentioned in your report?"

"Get inspected on your ship."

Guilliman raised his voice: "You brought them to my ship?!"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"...No, it's not your problem, damn it." Guilliman almost rushed out of the room, followed closely by Frank. The two ran through the corridor, and Guilliman was still explaining to him: "

The commander of the Sisters of Silence, the Soulless Queen, is on my ship...she will be participating in the Great Crusade, so she boarded the ship in advance."

"so what?"

"Damn it, Frank! Did you read those historical records I gave you?"

"No."

"...We will discuss this issue later. In short, she is very sensitive to all psychics. Those four children were definitely sensed by her and may have gone to find them now!"

"Will she kill them?" Frank's voice became colder.

"No, but she is a Sister of Silence, and even contact will--"

Several screams and cries came from in front of them. Guilliman stopped and glanced at Frank helplessly: "--will make psykers feel sick, panic, and unable to use their power."

They ran into the infirmary, and several doctors stood aside. When they saw Guilliman, they saluted him. Guilliman waved his hand and motioned for them to leave first. In the center of the room, a woman with her back to them was standing.

He stared at the four unconscious girls in silence.

"Stay away from them." Frank's hand was already on the handle of the bolter, and Guilliman quickly stopped this ignorant killer. At this time, the soulless queen also turned around.

To be fair, she was actually pretty - but the weird hairstyle ruined everything, but no one cared about their appearance. The Sisters of Silence were known as the Untouchables, walking humanoid poison to psykers, and to psykers,

Ordinary people would also feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Good day, Lady Gentia Kolle." Guilliman greeted her meticulously, and the other party just nodded and then made a few gestures.

"No, no, no, he's not hostile. He's just impulsive."

Frank still didn't take his hand off the gun: "Stay away from them, this is an ultimatum."

The two looked at each other, Gentia Kohler looked at him, still speechless. After several minutes, after Guilliman left sweat, the Soulless Queen gave in. She walked aside and used her armor to

The communication device sent a string of Ors codes to Guilliman.

The meaning of the code is simple: "They can still use their psychic powers when facing me."

Guilliman's face twitched.