Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

There is not only war in the galaxy.

Yes - you might say that, with a bit of compassion. Well, the person who said this is either a pampered scholar or a senior official of the Ministry of Military Affairs who pretends to be deaf and dumb. The former really thinks so, the latter

I have to say this.

The actual situation is that there is indeed not only war in the galaxy, but war everywhere in the galaxy.

It happened in the remote Octalius sector, and naturally it would also happen in a blessed place in the empire, a garden world, a world where no war had happened in a thousand years.

Anyway, it's coming, and humanity is bleeding.

Bleeding and disease.

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The swarming swarms of putrid bees waved their rotten wings and hovered in mid-air. With just one command, they would eagerly pounce on the enemy.

However, the creature who could command them did not do so.

"You're funny, human soldier."

It said in surprise: "The plague is raging in your body, but you are gritting your teeth and showing that you are fine. Logically speaking, the pain it brings to you will exceed the limit of your willpower.

Right...what power is supporting you?"

There was no answer - because the soldier was dead, he was just an ordinary Astra Militarum, and this resistance was all he could do.

Mortals are really insignificant in front of a Nurgle demon.

The maggot butterfly Neergos knows this, but it has no intention of showing it. The Astra Militarum has earned its respect.

Unlike most of its kind, Nerugos's appearance is not very scary. Yes, it is also very fat, but its skin is not rotten, there are no pustules on its face that are constantly rising and exploding, and there is no pustule on its abdomen.

It has a terrifying huge mouth... Its skin is as white as jade, and it has a charm that transcends mundane things.

This is rare among the children of Nurgle. They never care about their appearance. From this point of view, Nelugos can be regarded as an outlier among them.

"Human beings really fascinate me."

It said this, shook its head, and walked away from this city of corpses. The swarm of bees followed behind it, crowding the sky densely, and the once blue color disappeared without a trace under their cover.

.

It noticed, maybe not - in short, there was a pair of fearful eyes hiding in the corpse, watching it go away. After confirming that it had completely left, the owner of those eyes finally pushed away the corpse and stood up abruptly.

She stood tremblingly, and her silky short ear-length hair was now sticky with blood. She cried, tears rolling down her eyes, but it did not last long.

The girl's little remaining sense made her realize that crying would not help the current situation at all.

Gritting her teeth, she took the rifle from the dead soldier's hand. The latter's diseased fingers were on the receiver, pale and swollen, with a lot of skin even sticking to them. Holding back her nausea, the girl put the rifle

I wiped the marks on it with my sleeve.

She squatted on the ground and imitated the soldiers' firing posture, making it look like it was happening. She put her finger on the trigger and quickly moved it away.

How to...how to survive?

This question was swirling in her mind - before today, this question did not need to be considered at all for her.

Tia Diul, the precious only daughter of the Diul family, she grew up in this garden world called Fenilos, and was called the Crown of Fenilos because of her astonishing beauty...

Her living conditions are nothing more than conceivable, and all residents of the Garden World do not need to worry about this problem.

They live in happiness, and the resources that residents of other worlds struggle to obtain throughout their lives may be nothing more than mouthwash every morning.

However, these things only lasted until today.

For Tia, she had no idea how the thing appeared or what it was. She only knew that the other party killed everyone with an invisible weapon.

Just as it passed through the streets, countless people's eyes exploded and they coughed out their tracheas.

Just by walking across the square, the grass and trees withered and turned into horrifying dead branches, and even the ground turned into lake mud, with an ominous green-brown color brewing in it.

It passed through the city, bringing death, taking away life - and leaving only Tia behind.

Why?

The girl was holding the gun, but she couldn't get an answer. She received a good education from her family, which gave her a lot of knowledge. Her eager to explore character also made her far smarter than her peers - but, a

Children's wisdom is not enough to solve this problem.

Perhaps only Nurgle himself knows why Dia was not affected by the disease.

However, the loving father would not say anything. She would only watch everything happen naturally with calm and kind eyes.

Dia Diul stood up and stood up with difficulty. The gun was a bit too heavy for a princess like her. The heaviest things she had ever held were just a pen and a comb, and the m35

The light gun weighs three kilograms.

Holding the gun whose name she didn't yet know, Tia began to stumble and run in the familiar but unfamiliar city. She bit her lower lip and tried her best not to think about her parents' blood-stained faces. However, the human brain

Many times they don't listen to their slaves' ideas.

She started thinking about it again and again.

Then——I cried again.

She stopped behind the fountain in the square. Opposite here was once a quiet and pleasant street. The second shop from the left is an antique shop, and the owner is a kind old man. Walk a little further and you will see a dark workshop.

The owner of the workshop is a big dark-skinned man, taller than ordinary people, but always smiling and very kind.

Thinking of these familiar faces, her emotions couldn't help but start to develop into dangerous places again. This child could not understand the great changes in the world around her, and children often only have one way to treat the world maliciously.

They cry and expect help from their mother and a helping hand from their father.

Only by getting rid of this matter can they truly become adults.

But Tia Diul's coming-of-age day is not today.

A voice sounded above her head, with obvious concern: "Tia? Are you okay?"

The crying girl opened her tear-filled eyes and saw a big dark hand. She raised her head and saw a giant looking at her worriedly.

"Uncle Prometheus!"

She finally saw a familiar face, so she could no longer hold back her complicated emotions. She dropped the gun, hugged the giant's calf and cried - it sounds a bit weird, but her current height is indeed only as high as the giant's.

legs.

"Oh, don't cry anymore, kid. I just took a nap. Why did the city look like this when I woke up?"

The giant known as Prometheus picked up the gun and held it in his hand like a stick. Then he bent down and patted her shoulder with concern: "Do you know what happened?"

The girl cried and described the nightmare scene she had seen. Prometheus's expression gradually became serious as she described it. A kind of fog caused by past experiences covered his face.

His expression became calm and scary. Looking at his face, Tia forgot her words for a moment, but she just felt that he looked a little strange.

She still didn't know the expression and the meaning behind it.

"So that's it, kid... I'm afraid we need to find someone else. There is more than one city of Bepur on this planet."

Hearing this, Tia's eyes widened in horror: "You mean-"

"Yes." Prometheus lowered his head and replied patiently. "I'm afraid it will go find other people...these, um, creatures..."

He frowned, his dark face showing a hint of pain, and the air around him became turbulent. Dia knew nothing about this, as Prometheus's body was too tall and blocked everything.

For a long time, Prometheus gave up digging up past memories in his brain - he was in too much pain, physical pain. Whenever he did this, the pain that surged up from the depths of his bone marrow would destroy everything.

The defensive line in his mind made it difficult for him to continue.

He made a summary that was not a summary: "...In short, these creatures are not good guys. In fact, I'm afraid they are the worst kind. Ah, I always feel that I may know their names.

.”

The girl looked at him worriedly: "Can't you remember the past again?"

"So..." Prometheus said vaguely, touching the back of his head. "Isn't that what I always do?"

"You usually have a good memory. You remember our birthdays."

At this point, the girl's eyes lit up with joy. She was easily diverted and temporarily forgot about the pain. Prometheus led her forward while patiently and carefully listening to her words and the surroundings.

movement.

"Look!"

She happily raised her right wrist towards Prometheus, where a silver bracelet was reflecting the sunlight: "This is the birthday gift you gave me three years ago, and I've been wearing it all the time!"

"I'm glad to see you like my craftsmanship so much." Prometheus laughed lowly. "It's not easy to tie a bracelet like this... Hmm? How did I do it?"

He frowned again, but it didn't last long.

Prometheus didn't know his last name, and even this name was given by others. He didn't know why he was so tall and dark-skinned - but in general, he was not a person who liked to talk about things.

people.

——If you really can’t remember some things, it’s better to forget them, right?

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In the dark galaxy, a cruiser is moving forward slowly and powerfully.

In a training ground on the ship, two strong giants were competing with each other.

The one with two deep red tears on his face attacked fiercely, and the fists he swung made the air scream sharply. The one fighting him had a pair of golden eyes and was panting at this time.

After a few minutes, their boxing match ended.

"Captain Yinzikiel, your boxing skills are really terrible." A wry smile appeared on Cordos' face. "Especially the uppercut that hit me in the abdomen..."

"Forgive me, Sergeant Cordos, but I learned my boxing skills from a Space Wolf."

Yin Qijier took off his boxing gloves and showed a dull smile: "His skills are indeed mainly focused on winning... Are you feeling okay?"

"Strange as always."

Cordos smiled bitterly and said: "Ever since I... came back to life, I have always felt strange."

Yinzikiel knew what he was referring to. This sergeant of the Emperor's Sword had suffered fatal injuries when the traitors joined the gang. He should have died, but...he didn't.

As for the reason?

Look at those golden eyes.

Generally speaking, this is a good thing - everyone thinks so, only Cordos himself is not happy. First, he thinks that his ability is mediocre and he cannot bear the heavy burden of the emperor's blessing, and even

It can be said that it is not worthy at all.

Secondly, he has been having constant dreams recently.

"Tell me about your dream. Did you dream again last night?" Yin Qijier asked proactively.

"Yeah... I dreamed of some strange images."

Cordos frowned, leaning on the ropes of the boxing ring and recalling: "A land of ice and snow... I was fighting a group of disgusting-looking bugs with a chain sword, and I was fighting against them.

A group of savages dressed in furs and cast-iron armor."

"They fought very well, in fact, very well. These people are simply the best recruits. They are organized, disciplined, have superb fighting skills, and have high morale..."

Yinzikiel listened patiently. He knew that the Cordos sergeant usually saw a larger number of pictures.

"Then there was a group of soldiers wearing black armor... fighting me. They came one after another, fearing life and death, and died in my hands one by one... but none of them escaped or surrendered.

"

Everyone, please go and try it soon.]

Cordos's narration gradually turned into murmuring: "But...I never felt that those things really happened. There must be someone who has experienced these battles. Yes, there must be

That’s it…”

His description made Yinzikiel feel a little familiar. Of course, this familiarity did not come from a good aspect, but from a curse that had been far away from their Blood Angels for a long time.

This kind of ability to see something that has already happened...

"Perhaps we should ask Lord Kelan." Yinzi Kil said.

His proposal shocked Cordos and quickly refused: "How can you trouble him for this little thing?!"

"No, no, Mr. Crane doesn't think this kind of thing is a trouble... If you continue to let it develop, I'm afraid it will become a real trouble. Don't refuse anymore, Cordos

, this is related to your destiny."

destiny?

Cordos smiled bitterly and lowered his head. He had never felt so powerless - in the past, he never believed in fate, but now...

"All right."

Finally, he compromised.