Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Judging from your description, Fenilos is definitely contaminated by the power of Nurgle."

Crane's voice sounded from the communication channel, with a shameful calmness and rationality: "Her power will not affect you, I can guarantee that. But the Fenelos are different, the ship is scanning

, if it is confirmed that there are no survivors, I will clean the entire planet immediately, at least completely cleaning the surface."

"Understood, my lord." Yinqi Kil replied.

He has no objections to this. The empire is surprisingly unanimous in its treatment of the Nurgle Plague. No matter you are an official of the Adeptus Mechanicus, the State Church or the Ministry of Military Affairs, anyone with normal intelligence knows that there is only one kind of Nurgle Plague.

The official antidote.

Cure infection, one bullet at a time, cure Nurgle infection, one extermination order at a time. Many scholars who know the taboo have raised objections to this matter, and even clamored to give those poor infected people a little hope. Of course, they

In the end, they all learned to shut up.

No one threatened them, the Ministry of Military Affairs just showed them the truth.

Khorne's demonic army can still be blocked by cannonballs and seas of people. Tzeentch's conspiracy has only targeted the Wise Men in the past. The followers of Slaanesh pursue pleasure, so they are particularly conspicuous. They can all be stopped to a certain extent, and to a certain extent, they can be stopped.

wipe out.

But Nurgle's plague is not.

Viruses use humans as carriers. If you want to eliminate the virus, you can only eliminate the humans on the planet together. There is no other way. If you don't do this, you will just watch the virus spread.

It has been recorded that the plague will spread to many planets in a short period of time, and eventually it will even form a plague that affects the entire galaxy. Everyone will die wailing in pain, and all of this could have been prevented.

of.

As long as someone presses the button to issue the extermination order, someone must do it.

"But before I do this, I still need the truth."

Crane continued: "For example, how did the people of Fenelos provoke Nurgle? This is a remote garden world. Even the surrounding star regions have not experienced war for seven hundred years. There is no soil for the development of cults here.

, Nurgle’s power cannot come suddenly.”

It's obvious that the suspicious side of his Batman personality is kicking in.

"We need to figure this out."

Crane calmly declared: "There must be something hidden behind this. There is no such coincidence in the world. A garden world blocking our route was invaded by Nurgle at the right time... I don't believe it is such a coincidence.

matter."

"Understood, sir." Yinqi Kil replied in a low voice. "My company and I will wait on the ground."

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Prometheus stood there, his expression showing a kind of transcendent calm.

On the surface, this is indeed the case, and there is plenty of evidence.

For example, his facial muscles were completely relaxed, and his eyes fell on somewhere in the room, as if he was observing carefully. But in fact, his attention was not here at all, and his eyes were distracted.

He was thinking about a question, or to be more precise, there were many.

Who is Corax and who is Guilliman? Why do I remember them playing games together?

Who am I...?

He couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, and it wasn't until Tia called him that he realized what kind of danger he was in now.

"Uncle, what should we do next?"

Tia asked: "Didn't you say you were going to warn people in other cities? But the train broke down. What should we do?"

Prometheus sighed, knelt down and touched her head, and simply sat on the ground: "Yes, the train is broken, but we will find a way... Ah, have you heard of the game

Yeah, Tia?"

"Game? What type are you talking about?"

Tia immediately became excited: "I used to play board games with my friends on the second floor of the library! Do you know board games? It requires six to eight people, and we can play many roles. It also requires a sixteen-year-old

Faced dice..."

As she spoke, her voice became softer.

"I used to play with them..."

She lowered her head and said: "On my days off, I can play all day long and don't go home until the evening. Meals will be prepared at home in advance, and my mother and father will be waiting for me at the dining table, and I won't let them wait too long.

..."

Her voice gradually became less audible, replaced by a trembling sob.

Children are children after all. No matter how strong they act, they will collapse sometimes. Her parents are dead, and everyone she knows is dead, but she can still hold on until she cries.

From this point of view, Prometheus admired her willpower.

Prometheus patted her back without saying a word, stared forward, and said: "The game I'm talking about is different from the one you play. Of course, I haven't played a game either. It's just me.

Two brothers who played... at least I wish they were my brothers."

He smiled, he didn't know why he did this, he just felt bitter.

"The two of them have a very good relationship. They used to often play games together. They played a kind of simulation game. One of the guys always lost, but the more he lost, the more he wanted to play...the other guy didn't.

With so many worries, every time he wins a game, he will proudly put his hands on his hips and laugh loudly at the other player..."

His voice was soft and soft, completely inappropriate for his size. The giant gently confided the past in his memory. In the long-broken train station, in the darkness, he confided unreservedly to a child.

Talking about the past, talking about history, talking about things that have long been forgotten. Time has made their faces unclear, and divided everything into a simple opposition between good and evil, but ignored the essence and key of the problem.

No one is born and chooses to be a bad person.

"Ah, I remember, yes...there are other people. I have many, many, one of them, a more irritable brother. He is always angry, and he doesn't like anything.

, always like this, have you ever seen such a person, Tia?"

"No...he must be in pain, that's why he is like this?" Tia said softly. "Uncle Gore, who lives two streets away from my house, divorced his wife and was always quarreling with others for a while.

"

Everyone, please go and try it soon.]

"Maybe, he may indeed be in pain." Prometheus raised his head and replied. "I remember his face, but I forgot his name. He was always angry, but occasionally he would show sad eyes. I

I asked him once why you are so sad."

The child listened quietly.

"But he warned me not to meddle in other people's business, and said he would kill me if it happened again."

Tia was taken aback and stammered: "He...why is he so mean? You obviously care about him!"

"Perhaps some people don't want to be cared about, child." Prometheus responded gently. "For them, licking their wounds silently is the best choice. Anyone else who mentions this matter is forcing

Then they tore open their scars, revealing bloody wounds."

"I do not understand......"

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, kid... I actually don't understand much either. This is a complex universe, but I only know how to forge iron. If I knew more, maybe the situation would be different...

.What do you think? Maybe I will know how to fix this car."

Prometheus laughed softly: "I also have a brother who says something incomprehensible every day. None of us can understand what he is saying, even the most knowledgeable among us.

I don’t understand it either. Yes, if you have to use one word to describe it, it would be Shen Shen Nao Nao. But I know that if he had a choice, he actually wouldn’t want to be like this.”

"Then why is he like this?" Tia asked puzzledly. "If I go by what you said, wouldn't such a nagging person be annoying? I don't want everyone to hate me."

"He can't decide this, kid, he's born like this, he always sees bad things... so he's always in pain and he has to speak out or he'll go really crazy.

"Fall." Prometheus replied in a low voice. "My brothers are in pain, they all are like this."

"We have a common father. He doesn't often talk to us, and he doesn't tell us much about what to do. So we children...we started to learn from him and imitate him clumsily——

Maybe so, or maybe it’s because each of us has a part of him.”

Many people's faces gradually appeared in front of Prometheus, some were laughing, some were in pain, and some were dripping with blood.

"But this is not a good thing," he said. "Imitating him will only make us physically and mentally exhausted, so I asked him why he didn't explain everything clearly."

"What did your father say?"

"He told me that there are some things that he can't help, and that some things are destined from the beginning. My brothers all inherited part of his traits, so they are born like this - creation must move closer to the Creator. This is a

It’s a sad thing, but it’s also something helpless.”

"But, my father said again... He said, Vulcan, you still have something to teach your brothers."

'Prometheus' lowered his head and gripped his war hammer.

Vulkan stood up and murmured to himself: "Humanity."