Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Logically speaking, he cannot still be alive, sir."

"But he lives."

"Yes, yes, he is still alive..." the doctor said in confusion. "Logically speaking, this is impossible."

The doctor is not just a doctor, he is responsible for treating subspace-related diseases, so he is called the palmist doctor. To sum up, he is a psyker. Marius did not comment on this, but he still remembered the original

I remember the expression on my face when I heard this post and what he said.

"What kind of time are we in, Marius? We actually need people like this in the Emperor's service? Palmists? Damn it, are you kidding me?"

Thinking of this, Marius felt a twitch in his stomach. But he didn't show it on his face at all. Instead, he turned to ask the palmist: "From a purely physical and medical perspective, I think he is very

Health. But you and your men insisted on checking the health of my second company commander, so I brought him here."

"As for now, if you can't find out what's wrong with him and can't explain why, we're going to leave. There's still fighting on the front line, and we don't have time to waste time here with you. Do you understand?"

"Wait, wait a moment, sir."

The palmist hurriedly pointed at Sicarius, who was lying in the three-story armored glass ward. Each layer of glass was covered with holy symbols, and medical equipment crowded the space near Sicarius. He swallowed.

Then he continued: "Excuse me, sir, I have something to say."

Marius stared at him for a while before nodding for him to speak.

"From a medical point of view——"

The palmist took a deep breath.

"Second Captain Sicarius is very healthy. However, we need to take into account the places he has entered. According to his account, Second Captain Sicarius physically came into contact with a Nurgle Demon. This is one of the

.Second, he and a heroic warrior defeated the great demon called Rain Father, also without wearing power armor or any protective measures."

"As you can see, my lord, considering the characteristics of Nurgle demons, Second Captain Sicarius has been exposed to almost all types of diseases and evil things in the subspace, but he is very healthy. This is completely

It doesn’t make sense.”

Marius said impatiently: "The Emperor's blessing! Don't you understand? Even the heroic spirits have returned to the earth and started fighting side by side with us, but you are here to tell me what the hell you guess, damn, you know

Are you trying to prove that a loyal Astartes might have been corrupted by Chaos?!"

The palmist looked at him neither humble nor arrogantly, with a serious expression: "I haven't finished speaking yet, sir, please wait a moment."

"As you can see, Captain Sicarius is very healthy now. This is indeed the manifestation of the Emperor, but the Emperor can only heal his body, but the spirit of each of us needs to be healed slowly by ourselves. This is

You should understand, right?"

Marius nodded reluctantly.

"I think Captain Sicarius is likely to have only recovered physically, but it remains to be seen whether he has fully recovered mentally. Please trust my judgment, sir. I have been a palmist for so many years and have seen many people rely on their own will.

A man who has created miracles.”

The palmist's expression became more serious: "For example, the soldiers who should have succumbed to their wounds and died a few hours ago supported the regiment's chaplain to come to make deathbed confessions for them. For example, some of your colleagues, As

Tate. They are even able to drag themselves through a mission while sustaining extremely serious injuries - I call it a refusal to die. They usually die immediately after completing their mission."

"But this time is different. There is nothing wrong with Sicarius."

"I am the doctor, sir!" the palmist said aggressively. "In this ward, only I can decide whether my patient has a problem or not! Can you understand? I cannot allow a patient who may have a problem to walk out of here.

Then he died outside due to mental problems."

Marius stared at the palmist's face for a long time before the Chapter Master of the Ultramarines nodded.

"Then, I allow you to delay us for another half hour to conduct a thorough examination of him. This is the limit of what I can do, and we still have a mission. Just as you must be loyal to your work, so do we.

"

The palmist breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you for your magnanimity, sir."

He immediately ran into the ward and began to examine Sicarius. From beginning to end, he never took off his heavy protective clothing. Looking at him sweating profusely in the ward, Marius was in a rare trance.

He wanted to tell his primarch that those who served the Emperor in the current Empire might be worthy of scrutiny, but their loyalty was unshakable and unquestionable.

Within the ward.

"Captain Sicarius."

The palmist walked in, and Sicarius gave him a calm glance, and then nodded: "I said, palmist, can't you pull out the tubes of these instruments on my body? I'm healthy and don't have any

question."

"I have already discussed this matter with your Chapter Leader outside, and he agreed to give me another half hour to check it for you."

"Is there anything else to check? You have already tried all the tests you can on me."

"This time it's mental, Captain Sicarius. I need you to look at me intently, okay?"

The palmist looked sincerely into Sicarius's eyes, and the latter sighed, and then did as he was told.

Half an hour later, the palmist released Sicarius, and they quickly left the underground hospital. The palmist looked at the servitor in front of him seriously, very seriously.

He spoke slowly: "Record: erase the time, erase the place. Only one sentence is left."

"I came face to face with a miracle wrought by the Emperor."

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Miracles happen all over Terra, to everyone. Fighting side by side with the heroic spirits of the past, the serious injuries suffered suddenly healed, and the weapons that had been empty of ammunition suddenly had bullets again. The knight mecha that had stopped moving due to overheating was able to move again.

, the Titan, which lacked a pilot, started walking spontaneously.

There's only one place where miracles don't happen.

Royal Palace.

Between the thrones.

The pressure on the Forbidden Army has been reduced a lot, but they are still fighting hard. They are the Wanfu Regiment. As the name suggests, they are an army of 10,000 people. However, this number has dropped sharply to 8,300 people. The number of losses may need to increase again.

It will take a thousand years to fill it up.

The current Shield Captain Valyrian was using the large shield in his hand to protect the safety of his comrades behind him. The dangerous piece of disease-throwing meat was blocked by him on the shield. There was a crisp sound, which made him angry in his heart.

It burned even more vigorously. He could not tolerate these filthy things and used their filthy pollution to imprint the image of the Imperial Sky Eagle on his shield.

But he didn't say anything, he just held the shield tighter and raised it higher. He had to protect the safety of his comrades - he was the shield guard captain.

The company of one hundred shield guards is considered unbreakable. Their comrades put the spears of the guards on their shoulders and pulled the triggers repeatedly, and deadly explosive bombs shot out from them. This is just an ordinary type of imperial army.

Some people use the more terrifying Disintegration Spear and Vulcan Spear.

It fires disintegration beams and melt beams respectively. Both weapons are extremely deadly. The former can disintegrate the hit object from the atomic level, and the latter... I won't say more. Melt

Guns are fatal to physical destruction.

"Substitute!"

The commander who replaced Trajan shouted hoarsely in the communication channel. Without any hesitation, Valerian immediately raised the shield in his hand and stepped back. The same was true for their comrades who fired a volley. Then, the other two groups

The Custodes who have reloaded their ammunition will continue to provide suppressive fire on their behalf.

"Have you found the mysterious man who supported us?"

Valerian threw his shield on the ground and picked up a new one from the side. He asked casually.

The commander didn't answer, just shook his head. He frowned and looked at the Nurgle demon army that had been dispersed in silence. After a while, he spoke: "No matter who he is, Valyrian, he

They have all helped us a lot. Your Majesty’s purity must not be disturbed by these filthy things, and we must kill them here at all costs.”

"Do you even need to say that?" Valyrian said angrily. "You are always like this, formal, can you relax a little? Hey, I just came down from the front line."

The commander glanced at him with contempt: "You vulgar warrior, you don't understand the rhythm of language at all. Gothic is your Majesty's creation, and it has endless charm. Forget it, I already knew this. From your three hundred

It became clear when he refused to compose poetry with me years ago."

"Your Majesty the Emperor!" Valyrian said angrily: "It's really hard for you to remember three hundred years of things!"

The commander took this as some kind of compliment: "Humph, my memory has always been good."

"...I'm not complimenting you, forget it." Valyrian sighed. "The ammunition reserve is running out, you should know this, right? Without the Sisters of Silence, we can't clear these damn things quickly.

Things. Weapons and ammunition are consumed too quickly."

"Nothing, no bombs, we still have swords!"

The commander became excited again: "We are her sharp blade, the most deadly weapon in the world, and an unrivaled group of loyal people - where are you going?"

Valerian turned around and gave him a slap on the back of his head: "I'm too lazy to talk to you idiot. I'm going to find the mysterious man who supports us."

"Why are you looking for him? The several times that warrior chose to support him were very good. He has truly mastered the essence of war. Why do you need to give advice?"

"When did I say that I was going to give guidance...Listen, Mowglis, I solemnly tell you, I know you have some mental problems because you have been in the subspace for too long, but can you not

Have you been talking like this?"

"negative."

The commander looked away and continued to observe the battlefield, while waving his hand at Valyrian in disgust. This move made the unsmiling Shield Captain have veins on his forehead.