Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Anjiade's understanding of Face-Lost comes entirely from part of the information he learned before the expedition began.

In other words, he may not know more than Steve and Pedro, but the exchange of information is still necessary. Any information is crucial to a war, especially a war against the orcs.

Although the greenskins are not creatures that can be predicted by common sense, they are not completely unpredictable like the Tyranids. The logic of the orcs' behavior can still be understood and even predicted.

Anjiade said: "Tearface, also known as Graka. A cunning and ferocious orc with great strength. He has an extremely violent personality and is very bloodthirsty. According to the information from the Tribunal, it likes to smear its own body with the blood of its victims.

On the body and armor."

Pedro frowned. For an orc with such a hobby, he could already imagine the suffocating stench.

Steve seemed indifferent. He nodded and asked again: "Are there any records of war with the empire?"

"Yes, my lord. The Rip of the Face is directly related to the destruction of the Obsidian Sword Chapter. It destroyed the Obsidian Sword Chapter's home planet of Obstilia, the Obsidian Sword Chapter, in a self-initiated expedition.

They also passed away with their home world."

Pedro closed his eyes sadly at the side, and Steve's sitting posture changed silently. He straightened his back, and a sense of threat like a thorn in the back suddenly arose in Anjiade's heart.

He immediately gritted his teeth to prevent himself from losing his temper in front of Steve.

"I understand." Steve said slowly. "Wen Zhen, keep driving at full speed."

Their ship roared silently past the edge of the Milky Way, running over cold gravel and passing lonely stars. The silver surface reflected the strange scenes in the universe and rays that were difficult to observe with the naked eye, as if it came from another world.

There is a certain emotion slowly burning on it.

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Wars are spreading all over the galaxy, and humans cannot be considered the victors in them. Although many people are convinced that the balance of victory will gradually tilt towards them, so far, humans can still only be regarded as the victors in the war.

loser.

He Shenyan withdrew his right hand, golden light flashed from the air, his spiritual energy surged, and two similar roars came from the void, with an unknown anger coming from nowhere.

"Don't bother us anymore, Xiami!"

"We don't like talking to Xiami!"

The thirty-seventh attempt to communicate with the orc gods failed, and the mage was not particularly disappointed. He had already anticipated the current situation. The orc gods were as elusive as themselves. The reason why he tried to communicate thirty-seven times in a row was,

It's just out of a mage's curiosity.

Curiosity, the source of progress for mages, is also their poison. Throughout the history of countless worlds, no true seeker has been able to escape it.

He Shenyan was no exception. He sighed helplessly, and his figure disappeared in a flash, appearing on the second bridge of the spacecraft. He was teleported to the station of the Iron Snakes without any bias, and transferred a team of people on guard duty.

The Astartes were startled.

No matter how many times they pass by, they still can't get used to the elusive way in which His Excellency moves.

"Salute to you, my lord!"

The leading veteran nodded to him with a serious face and said hello. They already knew He Shenyan's preferences and knew that he didn't like too complicated etiquette, so this was just right.

"It's your shift today...how are you? How is the children's training going?"

He Shenyan was not in a hurry to go in. He simply leaned against the wall of the aisle and started chatting with them with a smile. If he wanted to, he could be a very good talker, like now.

A topic of interest can make anyone open up a conversation, and the veteran is no exception. An unconcealable smile immediately appeared on his face, as did the other Astartes, and a silent joy began to spread among them.

"Excellent, sir, the simulation cabin is simply a holy object comparable to the medical cabin. They can train themselves to the greatest extent without paying the price of blood and life, and they can learn from every failure."

As the veteran spoke, there was a touch of envy on his face: "I was not so lucky when I was fighting sea snakes in the sea..."

"Times will progress, and your recruitment method is pretty good. Some regiments simply throw people together and let them kill each other... This kind of cruel and meaningless behavior is doomed

They will be eliminated."

He Shenyan shook his head: "In comparison, the recruitment method of the Ultramarines is actually the best. I guess this is one of the reasons why there are so many of you."

When he mentioned this matter, the Iron Snakes whose parent group was also the Ultramarines looked away with embarrassment, and the veterans began to stare at their boots unnaturally - obviously, they also knew that their parent group was the biggest

What are the characteristics of .

"Forget about these things, where is Insel?"

"The chapter leader is receiving a mechanical priest." The veteran replied. "It seems that he is from Mars. He has a good reputation."

The mage slowly raised his right eyebrow, showing an intriguing expression. He had roughly guessed who the mechanical priest was.

——Who else could it be?

Dominius Belisarius Caul knocked on the head of his extension. The overheating symptoms were not relieved. The buzzing sound even sounded like a sharp whistle because the frequency was too high.

As a last resort, he had to take out a screwdriver with automatic adaptation function from the tool bag on his waist. In front of Yinsel, he took off his red cloth hood, revealing the dense

cable, inserted a screwdriver into one of the gaps and started twisting it hard.

"...Father Call, what are you doing?"

"Don't worry about routine maintenance, Chapter Commander."

Kaur's mechanically synthesized voice is still stable, but it is somewhat charged with electricity: "I have recorded too many things, and many of them have impacted my underlying logic... Ah, put it in words you can understand.

Say, I am now on the verge of suffering from a mental disorder."

Insel nodded, thinking that he was indeed a member of the Adeptus Mechanicus, who could explain such things as going crazy so clearly and unconventionally.

"What do you think of the simulation cabin?"

Insel raised his hand and pointed at the glass wall in front of them and asked. The entire room behind the wall was filled with simulation cabins, half of which were in operation, filled with Iron Snake reserves.

"To be honest, Chapter Commander Inser, I simply cannot understand how this supreme masterpiece works. My knowledge is still too shallow to even understand such a great thing."

Kaul said frankly, but the movement of his hand still did not stop, and he kept twisting the screwdriver for a moment. Electricity came out of the thick cables behind his head, and Insel couldn't help but take a step back, starting to worry about this.

What would a priest from Mars do if his head suddenly exploded?

"This is a special simulation technology. Ah, let me think about it. Seventy-three years ago, a priest proposed a similar idea, but it was voted down by a majority of people. The original simulation cabin he conceived required

Integrating nerve bundles and interfaces, the former is easy to talk about, but the latter requires extensive reconstruction surgery..."

Kaul rambled on, not caring whether Insel understood the unfamiliar terms in his mouth.

"After being rejected, he conducted experiments in private. He used some death row prisoners and clones to perform operations. After many failed cases, he succeeded in one and built a simple world through the sacred chip.

The prisoner's consciousness was put in. Three days later, the priest's foundry was blown up by us with artillery."

Yinsel was silent for a while and asked: "Why?"

"Because the great God of All Machines had not personally killed one of the evil gods at that time, she invaded the prisoner's consciousness through the sacred chip and easily corrupted everyone present."

Kaul took off the screwdriver lightly and shook his head. The sound of gears engaging and continuing to rotate came from his metal head.

He said: "So we sealed similar discussions forever, but I didn't expect that I would see complete simulation technology at your station today."

"This is the captain's work."

"Well... This can explain it. The messenger of the God of All Machines takes action personally, which is equivalent to her coming... Ah, what a beautiful machine."

Kaur suddenly lay on the glass curtain wall, a pair of metal eyes completely attached to the glass, as if he wanted to put his own eyes in. His weird movements and creepy posture made Insel beside him uninterested.

Traces of taking a step back.

It has to be said that he already regretted receiving this priest.

Most of the mechanical priests are madmen. The higher their level, the more knowledge they have, and the crazier they become. Although Insel does not know Caul's specific identity, looking at him, he is at least a high-level technician.

priest.

Insel's guess was almost close to the truth. If he had access to Kaul's true body instead of this extension, he should be able to completely guess Kaul's identity.

It's a pity that there is no if in the world.

A blue light flashed, and Insel took a step back in surprise—there was only one person who could carry out teleportation without warning in such a big way on the Revenge.

He Shenyan appeared from it, and Kaur's neck trembled violently. Kaba Kaba turned his head, and his voice was stagnant: "Hello...captain...captain...

..."

"Hello, Father Call."

The mage looked at his electronic eye that flashed blue light with great interest, and simply turned his head and started chatting with Insel, which also gave Caul some time to repair himself.

"How effective is the simulation cabin?"

"As you explained, a maximum of forty-six simulation cabins can be placed in a single energy-gathering room. Exceeding this number will cause the energy-gathering to tilt."

Insel said meticulously that he had already memorized these data: "The solution given by the center of the array is to improve the efficiency of the energy-gathering array, which is already on the agenda."

"Very good, the sooner we solve the energy efficiency problem, the sooner we can push the simulation cabin to all battle groups. Hmm... But there is still a difficulty in this plan. Some battle groups have been in remote star areas.

As they continue their battle, I'm afraid they won't even know who we are until several large areas of the planetary network are laid out."

The mage curled his lips - the preparation time for the Revenge Expedition is expected to be thirty-seven days. Guilliman has already begun to mobilize the Ultramarines, and officials from the Ministry of Military Affairs have been working on the Revenge Expedition for more than three months. Everyone hopes

It starts as early as possible, but everyone also knows that this matter cannot be rushed.

There are countless benefits to the completion of the expedition, and the laying of the planetary network is one of them.

In the mage's initial vision, the terminal will form a large-area network based on star districts within the empire's territory. As long as this plan is successful, the empire will once again have strong management capabilities for the planets under its control. At the same time, it will also allow

Those Chapters fighting in remote sectors can quickly and easily receive direct orders from Terra.

The previous situation where the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and the planetary governor is equal to the emperor's clone will no longer occur. Coupled with the built-in transmission function of the planetary network, any planet can have sufficient food supply. This matter is the most critical

Yes, Guilliman reads Terra and the agricultural production reports on the Terra space station every day for this plan.

He was extremely concerned about this matter, and even went beyond the practice of magic. The first thing he did when he woke up every day was to check the specific conditions of agriculture and communicate with the wizard.

In the empire, Robert Guilliman is the person who cares most about infrastructure. Because of this, he knows very well what adequate food means - you know, according to one statistics, 80% of

The reason for the rebellion was lack of food.

Their brief conversation ended, and Caul finally solved the problem of his speech lag. The priest tapped his right electronic eye with a cold metal finger, trying to find out the reason for its trembling, but failed.

Give up.

Just like that, he looked at the mage with trembling eyes, and asked in a cautious tone: "What brings you to me, Sir Captain?"

"It's nothing. I just heard that you were visiting the Iron Serpent Chapter's station. I just wanted to come and have a look - are you interested in the simulation cabin, priest?"

"this......"

Call was a little hesitant. He didn't know whether the captain's attitude towards knowledge was the same as that of the mechanical priests, but he did not reveal his intention in this regard during the previous meeting. So Call decided to tell the truth.

"Yes, I am very interested in the simulation cabin." Kaul nodded. "It is simply a perfect creation, the pinnacle mixture of spirit and machinery, and it is irreplaceable -"

"——Okay, okay, your wording makes me feel a little uncomfortable."

The mage shook his head and raised a finger: "Since you are very interested in it, would you like to give it a try, Father Kaul?"

Kaul's mechanical eyes almost flew out of his metal face at that moment.

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When he woke up again, Dominius Belisarius Caul had arrived in a new world.

This feeling is amazing, he has never felt it before in his past life. He has lived for ten thousand years and has seen too many people and unexplainable things. However, the simulation cabin can still give him a sense of wonder.

A feeling I have never experienced before.

This is unprecedented, this is crucial, this makes him... extremely excited.

Kaul moved his limbs silently. The mechanical extension was in very good condition and extremely realistic. He couldn't tell whether he was in a simulation or whether he was really thrown to a remote planet by that gentleman.

superior.

Out of trust and rigorous logical reasoning, the former prevailed in his reasoning.

His electronic eye began to run faithfully and capture various data in the simulation. Kaul's design did not let him down. His electronic eye even reported the air humidity to him completely.

——However, the weather, humidity and even the excellent environment are not what he wants.

Your Excellency agreed to let him enter the simulation, but what was his purpose?

Kaul didn't believe that he just wanted to come in and have fun on a whim.

He raised his legs and walked forward. This extension machine was not designed to pursue efficiency too much. Most of the mechanical body still retained the basic human shape. Therefore, Caul still had to move forward on foot, and the surrounding scenery was firmly captured by him.

Stored through electronic eyes.

Blue sky, white clouds and towering trees. For some reason, a primeval forest appeared in front of him. Some birds flew from the forest, flew over the sky, and made crisp chirps. Kaul remained unmoved. To him, these organisms had nothing to do with them.

value.

He just walked deeper into the forest, and the deeper he walked, the more he felt a strange sense of disharmony. The forest was extremely quiet, to the point where you could even hear a needle drop.

Stepping on the thick fallen leaves, the dead leaves were crushed, and were carried deeply into the soil by his weight. Kaul knew that they would provide very good nutrients to the soil, which is a kind of natural cycle.

.

But - what does this have to do with him?

He moved on.

As if he had passed a certain limit, the surroundings suddenly became dark. The electronic eye activated the night vision mode, and he walked forward quietly, his long staff falling on the soil with his steps. His weight made every step

All extremely difficult.

As Kaur walked, time seemed to turn into meaningless things. He walked, walked, walked - and then continued walking. Walking selflessly, it seemed that suddenly there was only this one meaning left in his life.

Finally, the dark forest changed.

Two dots of red light suddenly bloomed above his head, and the huge and hot air blew the innocent trees to their sides, even causing them to rise from the ground and turn into rootless driftwood. Kaul stopped walking, already in a low energy state.

The thinking mode of his brain adjusted again, his personality became active, and his electronic eyes flashed with blue light.

Under the influence of the electronic eye operating at full power, Caul saw - saw with incomparable clarity.

In front of him, there was a steel giant standing in the darkness, staring at him coldly and coldly.

"It's stuck."

The voice of the card owner of something sounded, and Caul fell to the ground. The server ran an error and began to alarm him frantically. But he didn't pay attention at all, he just raised his head feverishly, and finally even bent the upper body nearly nine times.

Ten Degrees - He looked at the steel giant with greedy eyes, not missing any detail.

Until he was forcibly ejected from the simulation cabin due to coma, Kaul never took his eyes away.

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