Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Did the Inquisition give you this specially made tranquilizer?"

"Yes, my lord."

He Shenyan squinted and stared at the tube of transparent injections placed on the table by Arianto. He reached out and picked it up, put it in front of him and looked at it carefully, and asked casually: "How many times a day can you take at most?"

"Five injections, sir. Exceeding this number will cause some dangerous consequences. Several of our brothers suffered from memory loss due to excessive use of this sedative because they could not bear the after-effects of the Butcher's Nails."

"Tranquilizer...ha."

He Shenyan laughed intriguingly: "Was this tranquilizer given to you by a separate person?"

"No, sir. We need to go to the trial court to collect it regularly according to the number of people. According to them, this tranquilizer was originally used to interrogate some dangerous prisoners. After learning about our problem, a pharmacist made this decision

Improvements were made and this tranquilizer was born.”

Arianto answered meticulously, not missing a single detail. He seemed to have already firmly memorized all the details related to this matter in his mind.

"You seem to have expected it, monk?"

"Yes, sir." Arianto nodded. "The Inquisition regards us as some kind of expendable product, and uses the conscription of planets and clearing of names to tempt us as their guinea pigs and pioneers. I don't care about these,

Because we don’t have a choice. But that doesn’t mean I really don’t feel anything about it.”

"I see."

He Shenyan didn't say anything more and let Arianto leave. He sat in the main control room, which was empty except for him, and the injection was hovering in his hand. The mage pressed the needle's propeller, and due to need

In line with the size of the Astartes, this thing is almost as long as a combat dagger, and the tip is also made of a special alloy.

He stretched out a finger and gently touched the tip of the needle, feeling the chill. He roughly guessed what the person behind him was thinking.

Arianto guessed right. He and his brother were just experimental subjects...a warband under the supervision of the Inquisition, with a small number of loyalists among the betrayers. No one would care if they died.

If you care, it will end well.

As for tranquilizers?

He Shenyan glanced at the transparent liquid floating in the needle, and the golden flame flashed on his palm, burning it out - it was not a sedative, it was mixed with a small amount of spiritual energy, even

The liquid itself is created by dark magic. The effect is very simple, it can cleanse memories unconsciously.

If you want to use it for brainwashing, it should be very useful.

Due to the Butcher's Nail, Arianto's small war group does not have any psykers at all. They also have no contact with any psykers, so naturally they are unable to detect the small amount of psionic energy in the tranquilizer...

.The mastermind behind the scenes can use this to eat away at their brains bit by bit. It’s really a good plan.

But the question is... Is this one chapter the only one in the entire empire that has mental problems? And, is it possible that they are the only ones who deal with the Inquisition?

The face of a certain archangel flashed in He Shenyan's mind, and he suddenly clenched his right fist.

No, the situation should not have reached that stage yet...

"Inser." he called.

The leader of the Iron Snake Chapter, who was far away on the stc planet, suddenly raised his head and heard a familiar voice.

"Inform Father Ragtinos that his research is coming to an end. The STC matter is no longer important. Let him prepare the existing research materials and take everything he can take with him. We will leave immediately. We must Set off back to Terra immediately...If the priest doesn't want to, take him away by force. If he wants an explanation, tell him this is my order."

"As you command, my lord."

Insel didn't ask anything, just nodded sharply.

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"Ma'am, are you sure? This matter is of great importance. If it is true..."

Guilliman took a deep breath and stopped talking. The Soulless Queen nodded and continued to send a string of Ors codes. This is a convenient language specially designed for the Sisters of Silence to communicate without speaking. The ground was translated by the servo skull beside Guilliman.

A line of words appeared above.

"The situation is true. I swear on my surname and first name. Every one of them can use psychic powers when facing me. Although it is only a small amount, it is indeed psychic power."

Guilliman frowned.

The Sisters' souls do not leave a shadow in the warp, so they are immune to all psychic attacks. They can also inflict pain on any psyker and prevent them from mobilizing any psychic energy.

To psykers, they are like a roaring abyss, not only absorbing psychic attacks directed at them, but also constantly interfering with the turbulence of the subspace around them. Their bodies cannot be possessed, and their wills cannot be taken away. .

They can even scare the Eldar and Orcs. According to the records of the Empire, more than one group of orc troops panicked and rioted when facing them, and they were even blinded.

Gentia Kohler sent another message: "Your Highness the Regent, who discovered these four girls?"

Guilliman looked at Frank, who glanced at him expressionlessly. Then, the lady nodded. She strode to Frank. She was very tall - for mortals, even with power A's support could only barely reach Frank's abdomen.

The soulless queen stretched out a hand expressionlessly and placed it on Frank's breastplate. The Punisher glanced down at her, turned to Guilliman and asked: "What's wrong with this bitch?" "

"Damn it, Frank! Show some respect to her!" Guilliman's face twitched and he quickly stopped him. Fortunately, Gentia didn't care. She closed her eyes tightly, as if she was feeling something. After a moment Then he let go.

She took a step back and sent another message: "He is fine, Your Highness the Regent. I apply to go with him. I need to go to the scene where he found these four children."

Guilliman shook his head: "No, madam, I have already guessed what the problem is. What's more, they will not leave any hands or feet. There is a mixture of fish and dragons at the bottom of the hive, and anyone may be their eyes and ears. I'm afraid ours As soon as the people left, they began to clean up the scene immediately. Going back now will only be a futile return, and they may even encounter an ambush."

"ambush?"

Ms. Kohler frowned slightly. She sent the code without emotion, but her face was filled with a chilling air. She quickly pressed the button on her wrist armor.

"On this sacred Terra, in His sight, someone dares to do such a blasphemous thing to His servants?! Who is so bold?!"

"Please come to my study to discuss this issue in detail."

Guilliman said no more about the matter. He called the pharmacists waiting outside the door and asked them to continue their examination.

Frank gave way, stood aside, and called Bonavia again: "Where are you?"

The female inquisitor's voice seemed a little distorted: "In the hangar, sir, what's going on?"

"Where's our ship?"

"I'm nearby."

"Very good. Have the results of the test on that injection come out?"

"Come out, big——"

Communication was hung up.

Guilliman's hearing allowed him to hear the entire conversation. At this time, he was looking at Frank seriously across the corridor of the infirmary. After all the pharmacists entered, he walked over and asked: "Are there any extra injections?

?”

"No, just that one tube."

"They actually penetrated this far...right on my ship."

"I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Frank's intuition allowed him to detect certain clues behind it almost instinctively. His tone was indifferent to the point of being almost emotionless: "They deliberately let us discover it, Guilliman. From the release of that mission to my

Habit - to drive away all the scum near the mission location."

"They knew that I would find out about this, knew that I would bring those four children back... and they also assumed that I would have someone check the injections."

The Punisher said as he drew his bolt pistol.

Guilliman's pupils shrank, and before he had time to say anything, a bolt gun fired four times in the infirmary. Blood spattered, and the beaten and broken bodies of the four girls were smeared on the ground. Everyone was stunned——

But it didn't last long.

Because in the next second, a crimson and twisted claw stretched out from the blood of the girls on the ground, and the punisher's expression was as old as ever. He pushed away a man who wanted to fight with his bare hands.

The apothecary who fought the blasphemous thing began to roar continuously with his bolter.

"Walk!"

With his back to Guilliman, he shouted: "Don't get in the way here, go put on your armor, pick up your weapons and come back!"

A huge siren resounded throughout Macragge, and roars and fast running footsteps could be heard in the corridors. Guilliman's eyes widened with anger. He saw that the walls and floor of the infirmary began to twist and deform, and the fluctuations in the subspace continued.

Emerging from the corpses of the girls, a wave of something that made him feel sick to his stomach began to spread to the entire flagship bit by bit.

Then, the door to the infirmary was opened - but what came in was not his guards, but an entire team of Slaanesh demons!

He suddenly looked at the Soulless Queen, whose expressionless face now showed real shock, but it did not last long. The lady crossed several meters in one step, and the power armor on her legs began to deform.

Two sharp combat daggers protruded from the ends of her boots. Without a word, she rushed into the demons of Slaanesh and began the battle.

Guilliman followed closely, and then his apothecary. They had no armor or weapons, but they were the most deadly weapons in themselves, and they were beside the original body at this time. As for Frank, he was still heading towards that

Crimson claws rained down bolts. The firelight illuminated his face.

The infirmary was stretched infinitely, and they fought here in the wide space.

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"Attack alert! Go to the infirmary, the Primarch is there!"

Macragge's Glory has not been so lively for a long time. The last time it was held was a celebration ceremony when the primarch returned. At that time, the entire flagship was filled with happiness and pride, but now, it is overflowing with anger.

The original body was attacked! Right in front of their eyes! Could the tragedy of thousands of years ago happen again?!

The Ultramarines ran through the corridors without saying a word. Bolters, chainswords, power weapons, and even some Dauntless who had not fallen asleep began to take action.

Steve Rogers was the fastest among them, and he was next to the infirmary when the incident occurred.

"Sicarius!"

As he ran, he shouted to a soldier in front of him. The other soldier turned around, his face full of anxiety, but did not slow down. Steve quickly caught up with him: "What's going on?!"

"It's not clear yet, my lord, but it's an attack alarm coming from the medical room. It's a daemon invasion... The Primarch is there!"

Within a few minutes, they ran to the door of the infirmary. Here, dozens of guard members were fighting a group of Slaanesh demons who came from nowhere. They were locked in a bitter battle. Those blasphemous things with snake tails

Not only is it agile in movement, it also has many pairs of arms, each holding a sword.

They often only need one continuous slash, and they have to force the guardsmen to defend passively - the blades of those alien swords are flashing with green light, and it is obvious that they are poisonous at a glance. At this time, they are caught in a close combat,

There is no time to draw out the bolt gun. When facing such an opponent, being cautious is equivalent to losing one's life.

"Evil!"

Cato Sicarius was furious when he saw this, and the ancient finely crafted plasma pistol in his hand immediately began to warm up and fired continuously.

Under the maximum output mode, he didn't care about the so-called overheating. The other hand had already begun to wave his Thalassarian Storm Blade, and this deadly power sword was directed towards a Slaanesh demon as he charged.

Rush away.

Steve stopped where he was. The chaotic and narrow battlefield did not make his judgment lose its due accuracy. The calmness brought by his military career allowed him to immediately make the most correct judgment - he stretched out his right hand and said,

The unpainted shield condensed with golden light in his hand.

"Obey my orders, Ultramarines!"

His voice echoed in the corridor, shouting endlessly: "Come closer to me! Form a defensive formation and don't lose your footing! He is the original body, how can he be in danger so easily? Stay in formation and kill them!"

"Oh? A commander who appears out of nowhere?"

A Slaanesh demon snaked its way from the ceiling with a sinister smile. An unknown black liquid dripped from the snake's tail, corroding the ornately carved ceiling and hissing. Steve glanced at it gloomily, holding the

The shield was suddenly thrown out by him and transformed into a flaming sword in mid-air.

The Slaanesh demon let out a scream, and the giant sword returned to Steve's hand. He raised his hands, and golden light shone brightly on the giant sword, filling the entire corridor. Anyone who stops him will die. Looking directly at it

He will go blind.

He roared: "Kill them all!"