Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Some things cannot be accurately described. They are spiritual fragments that only exist in a certain otherworldly aspect. Some people are lucky enough to capture them, others not.

Cato Sicarius was the former.

He walked out of his room, empty-handed, not even wearing his fine workmanship power armor. Wen Zhen used some method that he couldn't understand to disassemble the workmanship power armor. Now, the precious Lord's Armor is quietly A corner of his room stood quietly.

But that's okay. Sicarius rarely wears regular clothes. He has almost forgotten what it feels like. It would be good to experience it again and pick it up.

Although Astartes is fundamentally different from ordinary humans physically, he still does not regard himself as a superior protector.

The interior of this special ship is made of pure silver and sharp white, and it is astonishingly clean to the eye. Sicarius is almost not used to it. There are no statues at the corners, no murals on the ceiling, and no stained glass. The window has a heavy tapestry with the Ultramarines seal.

There were not even many people in the corridor, which was in line with his imagination of the Black Templars. These Astartes, who are famous for their fanaticism in the Empire, basically only deal with the Inquisition and the Battle Sisters. In other words, they only deal with them. Dealing with the same fanatics.

Normal people have little conversational value in their eyes, and over time, the image of the Black Templars has become more mysterious and stereotyped.

This is not a good thing, being away from people for too long can cause a crisis of trust.

The Ultramarines have never had such worries. Wherever they go they are guests of the locals. This is a road of honor paved with their blood for ten thousand years. Behind it are countless heroic epics and countless sacrifices. But It's all worth it.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.

Continuing to walk, he soon came to the bridge. It was composed of three floors, upper and lower, each leading to a different deck.

It is worth mentioning that the lower decks are no longer inhabited by many civilians like the old ships, which is also a new thing for Sicarius. The formation has complete control over every aspect of the ship, so it is no longer even necessary With the maintenance of slave workers, it can take good care of itself.

"Please let me board the first bridge." Sicarius said.

Wen Zhen immediately responded to his words, and a burst of soft blue light appeared and swept across his face.

"Identity verification passed, Cato Sicarius, second company commander of the Ultramarines Chapter, please wait a moment."

The bridge above his head began to softly deform, and its metal texture turned into another substance in an instant. A staircase appeared in front of him, and Sicarius stepped up to the first bridge. Again After about ten minutes of walking, he arrived at the training ground of the Black Templars.

This is what he went out for today - a meeting with Supreme Marshal Herbrecht.

The dark door of the training ground opened spontaneously, revealing the vast space inside. A tall warrior was standing in the center with his head lowered in thought, and he was not even aware of Sicarius' arrival. He was still wearing the power armor. There seemed to be no thought of taking it off at all.

Standard Black Templar style... Sicarius squinted his eyes slightly. This was a meeting full of political significance, otherwise he would not have chosen to wear the piece that represented the title of Lord of Ultramar. robe.

He coughed lightly and stepped forward: "Supreme Marshal Helbrecht?"

"Ah, you are here, Second Captain Sicarius."

Helbrecht finally came to his senses. He hurriedly stepped forward to greet Sicarius, and then exchanged some pleasantries. By the time the conversation started, five minutes had passed.

"Are you still used to being on a ship, Grand Marshal?"

"There is no such thing as getting used to it." Helbrecht smiled slightly and led Sicarius toward the other end of the training ground, where there was a table and two chairs.

They sat down, and Helbrecht continued: "I believe that we are just servants who carry out the emperor's orders and are his loyal servants. Therefore, our personal feelings are irrelevant, even to the end of time.

It won’t change.”

After saying this, he found that Sicarius's expression was a little unhappy.

"Supreme Marshal, your words are generally correct, but there are some details that I disagree with."

"how do I say this?"

"We are indeed the Emperor's servants - but our personal feelings are by no means irrelevant. We are servants, but we are also human beings, and we must face other people with a warm heart. If a man starts with a machine

If he faces other people with coldness and ruthlessness, what qualifications does he have to call himself the protector of mankind?"

These cryptic words made Helbrecht laugh. In the past, he would have drawn his sword and asked for a duel with Sicarius.

but now......

He just smiled and said: "We are by no means cold and heartless machines. We stand out from thousands of people, are selected, and are trained. We are tempered by fire and forged by hammers. Our bodies and souls are stronger than steel.

Harder, but something else was given to us, and the fire of fanaticism always burned in our hearts.”

"...I'm not here to argue with you about this." Sicarius shook his head. "Let's be honest, how about that?"

"Sincerely, what do you want to say?"

"Some... more confidential matters."

Sicarius's eyes were shining. He looked sideways to the other side of the table and chair, and another warrior came out. He first nodded slightly to his supreme marshal, and then bowed to Sicarius.

Shen: "Excuse me for being rude, Second Captain Sicarius, this is just a necessary security measure."

"nothing."

The soldier bowed slightly again and then left, and the formal conversation began.

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The whole world is burning.

The flames almost penetrated the entire horizon, forming a long doomsday scene. Everything was burning and ignited amidst the wild laughter of the greenskins.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--!"

A burst of wild laughter came, and a strong orc like a hill stuck his feet on the outer wall of the church, causing dust to fly everywhere. The wall remained motionless, and it was obviously very dissatisfied, so it picked up its modified

Yes, a big gun with all kinds of fancy decorations hung on its body, and it fired continuously at the outer wall.

“waghhhhhhh!!!”

It roared wildly, and broken metal and twisted rusty nails sprayed out from the muzzle. This thing that was too rough to be called ammunition actually destroyed the solid outer wall of the church. It grinned

He put down the gun with his mouth, punched twice to create a big enough gap for himself, and then walked in.

"Ouch? So there is a door...?"

After entering, it turned around and saw a wooden door. After scratching its face and thinking briefly, the orc shouted angrily: "I didn't leave the door again!"

"Stop screaming, no way!"

Another orc yelled at it outside the wall. The roughness of his voice had a comic effect, but the people in the church couldn't laugh at all when they heard this voice.

"How long will it take for you to remember to leave the door with your stupid head?! You've completely humiliated the old captain, the rotten gambler!" it roared inarticulately. "Find all those shrimps quickly, let's find them."

Just take the money and hit the road, but you still have to hurry!”

"knew!"

The orc called No Way responded impatiently, and then walked towards the church muttering. He complained as he walked, and even made gestures to imitate the orc who yelled at him.

"Remember to walk through the door——! Huh, what's the good thing about walking through the door? I just like digging tunnels through windows or smashing walls. Girls are like little shrimps. They like to walk through the door..."

As it walked, the tattered hem of its double-breasted coat, which had been pulled from an unknown rogue trader, was shaking, and some of its teeth, which had been pulled from an unknown person, collided with each other. It came to the door of the church and carefully

After thinking about it for a while.

"Should I go through the door?" it said to itself. "It's not my habit to go through the door, but if you don't go through the door, you will waste time, and you will be scolded by the idiot who only walks through the door... I don't want to be scolded by the idiot who just walks through the door.

scold."

Thinking of this, it kicked open the heavy church door. In the flickering candlelight, screams began to sound. The civilians huddled under the bulletin board and screamed in terror. Parents held their children in their arms,

The man pushes the woman behind.

However, they are all civilians and not a single soldier exists.

Mo Men let out a dissatisfied grunt, then raised his gun and fired at the ceiling according to the method taught by the rotten gambler old captain, and then shouted: "Shut up!"

People immediately became quiet.

"That's right, you bunch of shrimps." It said contemptuously. "I won't beat you, so what are you afraid of? One or two are as weak as chickens. Listen up, take away the valuables from you.

Hand over everything!"

The civilians almost thought there was something wrong with their ears - what did the monster say? Did it want money?

"Why are you still not moving?!"

Mumen was so angry that he put his foot on a bench in the church and kicked it into two pieces. It roared angrily: "I told you, valuable things! Hand them over to me! I don't have any."

I have time to wander around here with you, but I still have to be on my way!"

A man stood up and bravely said: "Sir..."

"What sir? I have no choice!"

"...No, Mr. No way——"

"-No way! No way! No way! No way! You can call me no way!" The orc shot the ceiling and started pacing angrily. "Xia Mi can't understand the words, I'm so angry!"

"No way, no way!" the man almost screamed. "Do you want money?"

He took out a stack of imperial coins from his pocket, and the emperor's head was engraved on it. The man carefully stretched out his trembling hand, came to him with a frown, and then lifted him up.

"Are Xiami kidding me?!"

No one threw the wad of money on the ground: "This is also called money?! Are you trying to fool me with a wad of paper? Hey, what is that hanging around your neck?"

It immediately turned from anger to joy, pulled off the necklace from the man's neck, and happily hung it on his left wrist: "Ha! Xiami still has some good things! Listen up, Xiami! I don't want it.

That useless butt-wiping paper, I want something like this, or something sparkly!"

When he said the four words sparkling, there was a kind of innocent longing on this guy's face: "Do you understand? I want to use them to decorate my clothes and my big gun! Then I can participate in the Bad Gambler Old Captain III

It’s time for the annual bells and whistles selection!”

Mumen grinned and laughed.

People looked at each other in confusion, not sure what the orc meant, but they still followed the instructions. Five minutes later, there were many rings in Momen's pocket that he couldn't wear, and three more earrings on his ears. He was satisfied.

He walked out of the church and just walked through the door, where he was already waiting for him outside.

"Why did you come?!" it roared dissatisfied, and stepped on the doorless foot when it came up. "I've been waiting for you for at least... uh, three days!"

"Three days? You fart!" Mumen's eyes widened. "You want to fool me? I'm not an idiot with half a brain!"

"I don't care, what did you get in there?"

"What does it have to do with you?"

"I want part of it too, or I'll beat you up!"

"Pooh!"

Mumen spat in Zoumenmen's face with disdain, and then grinned: "I won't give it to you, I want the shrimps to snatch it away myself!"

"They've all been robbed!" Zhi Zhi said dejectedly. "That shrimp boss couldn't help but beat him. He couldn't compare to a can. I saw it. He died after being sliced ​​a few times by the boss's knife. The boss didn't even

Get his teeth!”

"Don't make trouble, what's the use of the tops of your teeth, shrimps?"

Mumen despised it and walked forward: "The cans' teeth are still the same, but the cans are difficult to open! Last time I fought with a can in wolf's clothing and almost opened him, but I still let him run away.

Got it!"

"I don't believe it." He immediately retorted as he walked through the door. "You're bragging. I've never seen you fight with cans!"

"You don't believe it? Ha!"

Mumen grinned, pulled open the double-breasted coat that he wore as a tight-fitting vest, pointed at a scar on his chest and laughed wildly: "Look what this is, do you see it? This is what that can was left for me!"

"

He just walked in and stared at the scar enviously for a while before looking away. It stopped talking and was no longer as arrogant as before. It even gestured on its chest as it walked.

They are going to join the main force, and then meet with the bad gambler old captain, their boss's boss, their common boss - as long as they make the old captain happy, they will be promoted.

At this time, the old captain, a rotten gambler, was looking thoughtfully at the flame-red sky beside the wreckage of a Knight mecha.

"Why do I feel uneasy..."

It muttered, wiped its bald head, and jingled the medal it had snatched from it. Then, this terrifyingly large orc grinned, its teeth coated with tungsten and adamantine shining.

Glow.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore! Oh, who is that! Come here, let the boys gather together, we are going to support Boss Salaka!"