Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Dominius Belisarius Caul, as the leader of the Mechanicum's boarding study activity, was lying on the ground in a very unsightly posture and staring at the floor of his room.

Stop, there is still a buzzing sound in my head, like the sound of a fan dissipating heat.

"How could this happen...?" Kaul muttered to himself in confusion. "What kind of power is this? Psychic power? It doesn't look like... Why would a metal with ordinary material become...

To have this intensity under its influence?”

He thought about it in confusion for a while, and finally decided to put it into practice. Kaul took the long staff he put aside. This long staff is a very powerful weapon with many functions-but, to be honest, this

The thing actually looks like a giant two-handed hammer with huge gears on top.

Caul squirmed backwards on his knees a few times, and began to complain in his mind that it was very troublesome to move this body with little mechanical modification. What if a team of pulleys were installed? He wouldn't have to allocate a small part of his computing power to it.

After controlling his two legs to walk... Complaints were complaints, and the Great Sage finally got a posture that he was quite satisfied with.

Lying on the ground, he carefully pointed the tail of the long stick at the floor of his room, and then pressed the long stick a few times. It soon made a dangerous buzzing sound, just as the built-in plasma was about to be fired.

, but one hand held it.

"Um?"

Kaul blinked in confusion - I only have two hands in this body? Why is there an extra one?

He looked up and found a man who suddenly appeared and smiled at him with a standard smile. Dominius Belisarius Caul swore to the Om Messiah that if he still had sweat glands,

He would definitely break out in a cold sweat at that moment.

His database has told him who the man in front of him is - who else could it be? The latest registered living saint in the empire, a man with a little reputation but only a few people know that he single-handedly saved the captain of the Empire's Revenge. Call even

I also know one thing. The man in front of me, who looked more like a scholar than a soldier, crushed Abaddon to death with the Revenge...

Kaul stood up immediately, and at the same time let go of his hands and put them behind his back. The speed was surprisingly fast. He had turned on the overclocking mode built into the body just to allow himself to stand up faster. The inside of his body

The parts made a subtle buzzing, and fine steam came out of his head.

The Great Sage calmly wiped the overflowing engine oil from his forehead and said in a mechanical voice: "Domenius Belisarius Caul hereby pays tribute to you, Your Excellency Captain."

"Hello, Great Sage Kaul." The man still looked at him with a smile. "What are you doing to my ship?"

"Uh-" Coul paused for a moment, and then immediately gave his answer. "-I'm studying whether the floor is waxed smooth, Captain."

"The floors of the Revenge do not need to be waxed. The pattern can ensure that they are always strong and clean."

"Really? Oh, I didn't make it clear just now, sir, I am actually waxing your floor."

"Really?"

The man asked lightly, and he lifted up the huge long staff. The heavy long staff was like a toy in his hand, light and airy. Call watched helplessly as he pressed somewhere on his long staff, and then, dangerously

The plasma preheating sound sounds again.

"Why do I think this sounds like the sound of plasma preheating? Do the Mechanics like to use plasma to wax the floor?" the man asked with a half-smile.

"Yes." Kaul actually admitted, but he spoke very quickly. "We all particularly like to use plasma to wax the floor. This is a new trend that has only spread on Mars in recent months. Of course, I personally

I’m opposed to this, but I have to be gregarious otherwise the political battle will wear me out – can you turn it off?!”

At the end of the sentence, he finally lost his calm, and the mechanical sound became louder: "It's about to launch!"

"I know." The man stood calmly and pointed the end of the long stick at himself.

At that moment, Kaur's brain almost reported an error and stopped functioning.

But he still relied on his great willpower to forcibly terminate the trembling parts in his brain, and at the same time stretched out his hand suddenly, intending to stop the captain's suicidal move - the plasma on his long staff was not ordinary plasma, and the Terminator armor was not

It can't be stopped, let alone the physical body.

Kaul did not think that the captain's body could compete with the Terminator armor. If it could, he was not a living saint, but the patriarch of the Genestealers.

However, the scene that happened next made a huge amount of steam pop out of Caul's head.

At the same time, his neck hung uncontrollably to the other side. The electronic components were making crisp noises, and red warnings kept popping up on his electronic eyes. Kaul saw that the captain said lightly

He opened his mouth and swallowed the dangerous plasma ball in one gulp.

"The taste is average." He even commented like a food critic. "It needs to be improved, Great Sage Kaul. Your plasma tastes like a cake that has been left out for a long time."

"You-I-are-not-this?!"

Kaul was stuck for a moment every time he said a word, and his body started to tremble like a convulsion. Parts kept popping out from the joints of his joints. He Shenyan showed an interesting smile and said with interest

Staring at the great sage of the Mechanicus who was caught in an operational error, he almost burst into laughter.

It took a full five minutes for the great sage of the Mechanicus to regain his composure. He took out a wrench from his waist, removed his right hand in a few moments, and then started in front of He Shenyan.

Repair yourself.

To be fair, the Great Sage can twist the screws very quickly - no, this is not the point. The point is that the Great Sage Caul has finally figured out who the captain is. He is thinking through the maintenance actions.

The mechanical components responsible for this part were so overheated that the back of his head was scalding hot.

Call thought, How am I going to convince this captain to let me stay on his ship?

This idea had just appeared before He Shenyan spoke.

"You don't need to convince me, Great Sage Kaul. If you want to study it, just study it."

He smiled casually and threw the long stick back to Caul: "I understand your curiosity. It is normal to have a desire to research when you see novel things. I am the same way, but if you really

If you want to study how the pattern array works, why don’t you come and ask me?”

Kaul raised his head suddenly and said with a stagnant voice: "Are you willing to teach me?!"

"Of course, why not?" He Shenyan said slowly. "Sooner or later, pattern formation technology will be implemented in all worlds under the control of the empire, and you will also come into contact with it sooner or later. From this perspective, early contact and late contact

, there is actually no difference.”

"But aren't you angry?"

"What are you angry about?"

"I just tried to wax your floors..." Call said politely. "Wouldn't that make you angry? In the Mechanicus, trying to secretly study the knowledge possessed by another priest is very serious.

Taboo things.”

"I'm not a mechanical priest." He Shenyan shrugged. "I don't have a so-called sense of possession of knowledge. If you want to learn, you can learn it. If you don't want to learn, it doesn't matter."

Having said this, he smiled maliciously: "Speaking of which, Great Sage Kaul, do you want to learn magic?"

After dozens of seconds of silence, Kaul opened his mouth, and the vocalizer built into his throat made a hollow and monotonous sound: "Ah-ah-ah?"

A few minutes later.

Saying goodbye to the Great Sage of the Mechanicus who was completely stuck in self-repair due to a mistake, He Shenyan walked on the second bridge in a good mood. What he just said to Caul was not false - the mage is a

It's very open. If you want to learn, you can learn. If you don't want to learn, that's fine. Is there any need to hide it?

In the near future, magic and pattern technology will sooner or later be implemented throughout the empire. By then, even the most ordinary citizen of the empire will be able to have a portable personal terminal. When facing danger, they will no longer be defenseless and helpless.

A defenseless lamb to the slaughter.

The same is true for their souls. In the mage's vision, personal terminals will connect everyone, and then from planet to planet, from star field to star field... The huge pattern network can not only protect

People's souls protect them from the temptation of chaos, and can also completely expose the threats hidden in the human world.

For example, some cultists, or some gene stealers who believe in the four-armed God-Emperor...

However, this is all a story for another day.

The top priority now is to get to the first city on the bottom of the deck, where the Iron Snakes Chapter is recruiting troops - He Shenyan doesn't want to miss this kind of thing, this is the most exciting event to watch.

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Inser, the Chapter Master of the Iron Serpent Chapter, was taking deep breaths. The center of the circle said above his head: "Captain Inser, your heart rate is already higher than the average of the Astartes.

Yes, you seem very excited."

"Yes, Central, I'm very excited." Insel replied. "We are allowed to conduct recruitment on the Revenge... What an honor is this?"

"Please do not use honorifics for me, Chapter Commander Insel. This is the thirteenth thousand two hundred and thirteenth reminder. I am an emotionless hub allowed to handle the complex. I do not need any anthropomorphic designations.

..."

Its words were interrupted, and Insel waved his hand: "Oh, don't do this - do you have any children who meet the requirements? Please show it to me so that I can have a good idea."

The center of the magic circle was silent for a while before calling out the light curtain for him.

The Astartes usually have recruiting planets, where they will strictly select a very small number of teenagers with strong bodies and discerning wills to test them. For example, the Iron Serpents' home planet of Itaka is theirs.

The home world is also their recruiting world.

Itaka is a world where most of the area is ocean, and dangerous sea creatures are floating in the sea. To become an Iron Snake, you must first hold a short spear without wearing any armor.

, and then jumped into the sea to fight the giant sea snake summoned by flesh and blood.

Giant sea snakes are solitary creatures that grow up to seven meters long when they grow up. Yes, you read that right. The first trial of the Iron Serpent was to let a minor child kill a seven-meter-long sea snake with a short spear in the sea.

A giant sea snake.

After passing this trial, the surviving children will be taken to an uninhabited island, where they will receive a pitiful batch of supplies that can only last three days. But they need to be on top of this.

Survive for six months. When the second trial is completed, they can be taken to the Moon of Itaka for training.

The Moon of Ithaca is a fortress monastery floating above Ithaca, hence its name - here, children will receive the influence of the Chapter's culture little by little, strengthen their bodies, and hone their will and skills. They need to prepare

Okay, then go face their final trial.

Reconstructive surgery.

Thinking of this, Insel's eyes dimmed a bit. He must admit that the first two trainings of the Iron Snakes will kill many good seedlings. As for the transformation... there is no need to mention it. Their

The recruitment success rate is pitifully low. Although this makes each Iron Snake very powerful, their number is too few.

When they left Ithaca, their reserves were less than seventy people. This number once made Insel heartbroken, but he could not help it. This was the tradition of the chapter.

However, this low mood did not last long. Just looking at the screen, the smile on Yinsel's face could no longer stop. There were two hundred good seeds! His hands were trembling, two hundred

Ah! There are only a dozen soldiers on Ithaca each time... How come these children from Holy Terra have such good physical fitness?

He asked this question, and the center of the array replied: "When boarding the ship, all civilians will receive a free magic marrow cleansing. Potential diseases will be eliminated, and certain defects in the genes - such as easier

Cancer and the like will also be eliminated. In addition, the omnipresent magic on the Revenge will subtly make them healthier, live longer, and become stronger."

Insel really wanted to ask for a specific value, but he wisely did not ask. In the past three years of getting along, he has understood that if he asked this question, the center of the circle would probably throw him an exaggerated value.

Come. He must remain calm.

"In addition, please stay calm." The center of the array said abruptly. "The captain has returned. He asked me to inform you that he wants to meet with you before recruiting troops."

Inser's upper body shook suddenly, as if he had been punched. He immediately replied in a deep voice: "Yes! Please tell me the specific location of the captain. How can I let him come to see me?"

"No need, Inser, I'm already here."

A smiling voice came from outside Yinsel's room. The door opened, and He Shenyan, unchanged, walked in. He glanced at the simple room and shook his head dissatisfied: "What are you doing?

Have you left the room like this? Are you practicing penance, Inser?"

Inser, who had just prepared his greetings, was choked by this question. He glanced at the room with only one table and one bed, and asked cautiously without realizing it: "Sir, is there something wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong." He Shenyan frowned. "You are a crew member of the Revenge and are stationed here. Then your room should be more life-like, at least not like a hotel room! And you

What’s with the cautious attitude? It’s only been three years!”

How dare Insel say anything - when he first met He Shenyan, he thought he was the incarnation of the Emperor. Later, although he met with Guilliman after the Battle of Terra, he had an exchange with the Primarch.

He knew that He Shenyan was not the incarnation of the emperor, but a living saint, but Yinsel was not a fool.

Living saint? The father of genes always smiled when he said this to him. He didn't believe such obvious official rhetoric...

However, the captain's performance still made him feel quite warm. Although this captain usually liked to hang around on the bridge and smiled all day long as if he had nothing to do, Insel knew in his heart that saving Terra - no

, who is the one who saves mankind?

After looking at Yinsel who was smiling and silent, He Shenyan didn't say anything more.

He asked: "Isn't the recruitment starting soon? Why haven't you gone?"

I was really thinking about it just now...

"I... can't calm down my mood. It's really an honor to recruit soldiers on the Revenge. The quality of these children is so good." Insel said sincerely.

He Shenyan shook his head.

"There's nothing to be excited about, Insel. You have to get used to this kind of thing, it will happen many times in the future." He said calmly. "To calm down is - besides, I'm sorry, Sergeant Pullyard's armor

Along with Givadoron...died."

He used the word sacrifice.

The Chapter Master's expression became serious: "Please don't say that, Sergeant Priad will definitely be proud of it. His power armor died with a warrior who was worthy of it, Ji

We all know of Sergeant Valdoran's battles in the Imperial Palace, and his name is known throughout Terra as one of its heroes. He died a worthy death, my lord, and the Emperor bless him."

"Of course he will bless him." He Shenyan said. "Besides, I have something to tell you."

"I will listen carefully to your opinions."

"Can you please stop speaking awkward Gothic, Insel...Didn't your guard captain Malish tell you that every time you speak in a formal way, you use the wrong words?"

? The word "gaojian" followed by "listen carefully" is not a good word."

"He never told me, sir..." Insel nodded thoughtfully. "I will go talk to him."

He Shenyan stared at him for a while before continuing: "Before I start, you have to promise me one thing - you have to stay calm. Can you do this?"

Insel slammed his breastplate: "Promise to complete the mission!"

"...You are already acting very uncool now, forget it."

Sighing, He Shenyan continued: "Transformation surgery is a painful and long process. Those two hundred candidates were carefully selected by the center of the magic circle. They can all pass the surgery. However, I also know that you

There must be some traditions within the battle group, such as some training and traditions before the transformation surgery. I won't ask more, after all, it is confidential."

"No, it's nothing to you-"

"—Listen to me, Inser."

"As you command, my lord."

"Look, I have a new idea about the whole conscription and conversion surgery thing..."

He Shenyan said slowly, and Inser slowly opened his eyes. When he finished speaking, the chapter leader inevitably blushed: "This, this is simply, this is simply...

...Your Majesty, the Emperor!"

He said loudly: "Please be sure to join the draft with me!"

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Ezekiel stood uneasily on the bridge, with a crowded but quiet crowd behind him. He knew without further ado that his parents were among them. They were watching their son and fully expected that he would pass the initial draft test.

And then become a glorious Astartes.

But the problem is that Ezekiel has no confidence in this matter at all.

You see, the child standing on his left is a tall man, a full head taller than Ezekiel. Not only that, he also keeps a straight face and looks very difficult to get along with. There are thick calluses on his hands.

You can tell by looking at it that it has been trained for a long time.

As for the child standing on the right side of Ezekiel... Well, this one is even more extraordinary. He always has a confident smile on his face, not to mention the clothes he wears. It's obvious

, this is the son of a nobleman, and he must know a lot of inside information about conscription.

And what about him? He is a child of a commoner! He was chosen by luck! How could someone like him...become an Emperor's Angel of Death?

Just when he was giving up on himself, a group of giants wearing iron-gray armor walked on the bridge at the far end. They were extremely tall and walked like gods. The one at the front did not wear a helmet, revealing a majestic face.

One look from him made Ezekiel almost faint - he thought he was the worst performer, but he didn't expect that the strong boy standing on the left was more nervous than him. He was breathing heavily and blushing, and then

Even his fingers were trembling. Ezekiel could even hear him whispering to himself.

"The Emperor bless me, the Emperor bless me, the Emperor bless me..."

After pursing his lips, Ezekiel finally raised his elbow and bumped the child's arm. The other child looked over with a blushing face, and for those who didn't know, he thought he was looking for a fight with Ezekiel.

"Listen, you need to calm down," Ezekiel said quietly. "They certainly don't want to send someone through the draft who gets nervous just by seeing them, right?"

"You, you are right." The child's teeth were chattering, but he managed to steady himself. "My, my name is Dumas, what's yours?"

"My name is Ezekiel—here they come! Stand tall!"

Dumas straightened his back suddenly and stood up straight, like a sharp sword. Ezekiel was influenced by him and inevitably stood up straighter.

At this moment, the son of a nobleman standing beside them spoke in a low voice: "Don't stand so straight, you two, behave more naturally... You have to show some grace. Besides, I am

The eldest son of the Konos family, you can call me Xavier."