Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

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Yin Qijier originally thought that replenishing the scheduled supplies this time would be quite easy. After all, according to the knowledge he obtained from the book, any garden world is a good place with beautiful scenery, green mountains and green water.

——Three minutes after landing, he walked out of the cabin door and personally overturned this part of the knowledge he had acquired.

"Company Commander, I remember you said that the Garden World is a good place?" A battle brother in the company winked at him narrowly. "Well, this place does look pretty good, except it is very smelly.

."

Yin Qijier glanced at him expressionlessly and put on his helmet. The breathing grille was activated, finally blocking out the stench of the ghost.

His altered voice sounded on the tarmac: "Technical sergeant, inform the mothership in orbit that something is wrong here... We will conduct an investigation first."

"receive."

"Second Tactical Team, come with me, the others will be on alert on the spot."

"As commanded."

There is no need for too much communication and orders. Their combat skills are enough to solve these small things. Yin Qijier led ten combat brothers towards the other end of the apron. The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet. This was a port in a garden world. This place

It should be the busiest place.

Dignitaries and dignitaries flying from all over the galaxy take off and land here every day. Some have finished enjoying here and plan to continue enjoying it in the next garden world. Others are busy landing from the spaceship to enjoy their lavish life.

Life.

It is true that there are many planes on the surrounding tarmac, but not a single person can be seen here, and the entire port is eerily quiet.

"Company Commander, your crow's mouth doesn't seem to have improved."

The guy who made fun of him before came again and spoke with a smile on the communication channel: "Do you have anything to say about this?"

"Ramsden Gabriel." Inzekiel replied in a sinister tone. "If you don't want to be sent to count the bullet reserves again, you'd better keep your mouth shut."

"Oh, oh, okay."

The warrior known as Ramsden finally fell silent for a while. For a while, the only sounds they could hear were the sound of the power armor server operating steadily and their own footsteps. Even those who walked all the way to the port

They didn't see anyone in the transaction processing hall.

"The radar has no response and cannot detect any signs of life." Yin Qijier said. "The situation is not right. Let's go back the same way and wait for instructions from the mothership and Lord Kelan."

"Or..." Lumsden made another suggestion. "Let's continue deeper, Captain, the Emperor's Swords overwhelmed us in the last battle."

"Watch your words, Lumsden. The Emperor's Sword is our brother, with noble blood and unshakable will to fight. We should not compete with them on the so-called number of enemies killed. As long as we can win, that's it.

enough."

Yinqi Kil reprimanded him severely, then remained silent for a while, and then said: "...But the suggestion you made is not bad, Crimson Blade, let's move on."

"Well, well, as ordered, company commander." Lumsden said with a smile.

They began to move deeper into the hall. The lights were still bright, but there was still no figure. The architectural style of the Fenilos people was very strange, with a complicated beauty, but they retained a certain degree of simplicity amidst such complexity.

.Yin Qijier shook his head incomprehensibly-how did you say that sentence?

Only wealthy people have the time to study art.

From this perspective, there is nothing wrong with calling art something that is exclusive to wealthy people.

After fifteen minutes of marching, they finally found the first body.

He was lying alone in a dark corner next to the stairs leading down. He should have been a hangar staff before his death. His uniform was messy, but there were no traces of blood or tears. His expression was ferocious and full of fear, but there was no obvious trauma.

The fatal injury was obvious, the temple was penetrated, and the bullet should have come from a laser pistol in his hand.

The pharmacist knelt down and began to perform the autopsy.

"Ah, the corpses came at just the right time. If I don't find more corpses, I might start to feel uncomfortable."

"You really have to watch your jokes, Lumsden," said the druggist irritably. "Keep your mouth shut while I perform the autopsy on the poor man."

"Agreed." Another war brother in charge nodded. "Ramsden's mouth is more annoying than the zombies of Nurgle."

"Hey, I know I can't stop, but it's not that bad, okay?"

The chat didn't last long. Most of the time, as long as Ramsden didn't speak, the channel could still maintain a more serious atmosphere. Of course, this also had something to do with the pharmacist's autopsy.

The Crimson Blades were willing to show some respect to the poor dead man.

The pharmacist stood up and shook his head: "There is no problem with his body, and it meets the indicators of a healthy adult male. I checked the brain, stomach and esophagus. There are no traces of hallucinogens or possible hallucinogens. It can be

Rule out the possibility that he was mentally unstable and committed suicide. Considering his occupation, it is obviously impossible for him to have a family history of hereditary mental illness."

Yin Qijier took over: "In other words, his suicide was entirely out of fear."

"I'm afraid so, Captain."

The pharmacist hung the blood-stained circular saw back on his waist, took out the suture pliers, squatted down again, and began to repair the poor man's body.

His hands were busy and his mouth was still empty: "This is not a good thing. I think we'd better return to the tarmac immediately. We have no idea what it is that makes him so scared."

"But we're getting close to the truth, brother."

Ramsden retorted: "Don't look at me like that, as if I'm the only one here who wants to defeat the Emperor's Sword - besides, do I need to remind you again about the importance of intelligence?

?What do you think, company commander?"

"Whether you are too competitive with our brothers is debatable, but intelligence information is indeed important."

Yinqi Kil turned his head and looked at the stairs leading underground: "Let's move on."

Five minutes later, they arrived at the lower level of the stairs. Compared with the upper level, it was completely dark here. The power seemed to be completely cut off, and the emergency lights that were supposed to be on did not work. Fortunately, the eyepiece itself has a night vision function.

It didn't hinder them. Based on his observations, Yin Qijier came to a conclusion.

This should be a building like an underground transportation station, which means that the people of Fenilos probably already have a complete underground transportation network. This shows how prosperous their daily lives are.

However, a certain premonition followed and began to surge in Yin Qijier's heart.

He frowned slightly and opened the safety of the bolt gun: "Be prepared, I have a bad feeling."

This time, even Ramsden, who was the most talkative, did not answer the question. They all knew Yinzikiel's ability, and they had seen his near-precognitive intuition more than once. In fact, in the Crimson Blade chapter,

There has long been a consensus within the Third Company that Captain Yin Qiqi's 'premonition' can often represent the future to some extent.

In the dark, people's senses will be amplified, especially for the Astartes. The atmosphere became tense silently. They were not afraid, but they silently transformed their nerves.

Got to get tense.

Two minutes later, Yinqi Kil raised his hand and made a stop gesture. The second tactical team immediately stopped. Two combat brothers came to Yin Qi Kil, one on the left and one on the right, and formed a trident formation with him.

The bolters were pointed forward, ready to go, while the others were on alert behind them.

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"The readings are abnormal." Yinqi Kil said softly. "As a transportation hub, the air here is too humid."

"Could it be that the pipeline transporting the water source was broken?" Someone put forward another point of view.

"This doesn't explain why we can't see half a person. The sound of the Thunderhawk gunship landing can be heard even three kilometers away, but none of the staff here responded..."

Yin Qijie narrowed his eyes: "Get ready for battle."

The three of them began to move forward a little bit, and the others followed closely. The further they walked in, the thinner the light became. Even the little light coming down from the stairs completely disappeared, and the surroundings were terrifyingly quiet.

After continuing to move some distance, Yinqi Kil heard some kind of continuous low sound.

It was similar to the sound of a heartbeat, but also different. It was duller and denser, and the combination made people feel uneasy. At the same time, Yin Qijier discovered that the night vision function had lost its effectiveness, and he could no longer see clearly.

What is there in the darkness ahead?

"Sniper." Yinzi Kil said. "Shoot a flare forward."

"clear."

Two seconds later, along with a gunshot, a mild artificial light suddenly lit up in front, illuminating everything. Looking at the thick, twisted green blood vessels spreading from the ground to the ceiling, the thick carpet, and

There were huge brown-yellow cocoon-like things that were beating endlessly throughout it. Yinziqir didn't hesitate at all and pulled the trigger of the bolt gun.

"Free Fire!"

He shouted, and at the same time he pressed his arms down hard, perfectly controlling the recoil. Thirty rounds of explosive ammunition were quickly fired in the semi-automatic gear. He changed the magazine, raised his left hand, and signaled the tactical team to stop firing.

After a round of volleys, what appeared before the eyes of the Crimson Blades was a more cruel scene than before. The thick blood vessels were beaten to pieces, and the green mucus inside them was exposed, filling the air immediately.

Exposed to the unpleasant putrid stench, if it weren't for the breathing grille, they would probably have started vomiting by now.

Those cocoons were also shattered, and a few fragments fell nearby. The texture gave people the illusion of fur, fiercely challenging Yinqi Kil's reason.

"Throw incendiary bombs." Yinqi Kil said gloomily. "Burn this place clean and then return to the apron. We can't advance any further."

This time, Lumsden did not object.

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Prometheus has forgotten how many zombies he has killed. He stopped counting two hours ago. However, Dia has been leaning on his shoulder to keep him alert for threats from behind.

He didn't tell the child that he was actually able to sense threats from behind. Prometheus knew that Tia's sanity was now on the verge of collapse. After witnessing so many horrific things, she could still maintain her most basic sanity.

It's simply a miracle.

He had to find something for her to do.

"Uncle, another group is coming from behind!"

"okay, I get it."

Prometheus patted her back, motioning for her to hold on to him, and then turned around violently. With this force, he rounded the forging hammer and threw it out. Before today, this hammer was only used to beat steel.

The one-handed hammer whizzed and smashed the heads or upper bodies of an entire group of zombies, and finally returned to his hand with a perfect spin.

"Wow!" Tia clapped her hands and the child cheered. "How on earth did you do that?"

"I don't know either." Prometheus told the truth. "It's not that I don't want to teach you, kid, it's just that I don't know how I did it. I just remember that I can do it."

"What did you do before?" Tia asked puzzledly.

Prometheus swung the forging hammer. This weapon was still strong after smashing so many heads. He stared at the surface of the hammer head, shook his head, and replied softly: "I hope I am just a blacksmith.

People forge little gadgets.”

Yes, he hopes so.

After forcibly digging a bloody road out of the city, they finally arrived at the transportation station in the city. The people of Fenilos didn't like the feeling of the sky being blocked, so they built many intricate networks underground on the planet.

, these networks allow every Fenilosian to travel unimpeded across the entire planet.

——Of course, this has a prerequisite. If the transportation network is a blood vessel, then the train is the blood. Only the combination of the two can run smoothly. If there are no trains, the transportation network is of no use.

Looking at the broken train, Prometheus was in trouble. It was true that he was a blacksmith, and he did repair a lot of things for others. But he had never repaired a broken maglev train.

How can I repair this thing with just a forging hammer?

It's not a game from the 3K era. Just hit it with a hammer and you can fix anything... Corax and Guilliman used to play this kind of game together...

etc.

Who are Corax and Guilliman?