MTL - Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?-v16 Chapter 134 Flame of Prometheus (3, 3k)

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With a certain intuition, Prometheus felt that he was probably very good at killing in the past, otherwise there is no way to explain why he is so good at killing walking corpses.

The speed at which he swung the one-handed hammer to crush the heads of the corpses was only as fast as the speed at which he forged iron embryos. Although there were a large number of walking corpses, none of them could get close to him and Tia. They were all approaching. On the road, it becomes a headless monster in a horror story.

Is this a good thing?

he does not know. But for a moment—he felt a surge of joy in his heart, as if he was born to do this kind of thing.

He should kill them.

This thought made Prometheus shudder, and he began to doubt his past identity more deeply. Who was I? Why do I feel good?

He didn't get an answer, only a more vague and abstract concept rose from the bottom of his heart.

It is your duty to slay the enemies of man, says the concept—but not in the voice that Prometheus has been whispering to himself, but in a voice that is unfamiliar.

The voice was strong, firm, and filled with a kind of fiery sincerity. With unprecedented power to dispel all the haze hidden in his heart, Prometheus was slightly startled, and even slowed down the movement of swinging the hammer, which caused the girl in his arms to exclaim.

"Uncle Prometheus, it's going to catch you!"

What Tia said was true, this walking corpse was much more agile than its kind, and its hands had inexplicably degenerated into a pair of hideous claws, and the viscous green liquid dripped continuously from the rotten fingers. It shouldn't feel particularly good to be caught by it.

Prometheus came back to his senses, and immediately swung his arms horizontally. The huge power was used by him through some kind of technique with ease. The hammer is still the hammer, and the result is the same as a walking corpse losing its head, but the process is completely different.

Before that, he was just a clumsy child. But just at that moment he...

There was no time for sentimentality.

Prometheus sighed insignificantly, loosened his fingers slightly, and twirled the one-handed hammer lightly in his hand. Immediately afterwards, he folded his five fingers together, and the hammer head slammed down again.

A muffled sound bloomed among the corpses, and there was another voice sounding with it, a voice other than Prometheus and Tia.

Frankly, Prometheus thought he would be happy if it didn't sound so profane and evil.

"You killed a bunch of toddlers, you ignorant creature," said the thing in the dark. "They have just been born, and the plague in their intestines has not had time to mature, so you brutally kill them."

Tia screamed, "Who's talking?!"

"Don't be afraid, child." Prometheus comforted, then raised his head, and with just one glance, he couldn't help but feel a kind of sincere hatred.

What kind of creature is this?

It had green skin, and its hands and feet were slender and slender that didn't match its body, but its body was too fat. It was lying on the building above their heads at the moment, and its body looked like some kind of huge toad.

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Its skin is wrinkled and covered with festering wounds and countless pustules. The creature has only one eye, a single, orange-yellow eye. Beneath those eyes was a long, narrow mouth filled with tawny fangs that looked disgusting and unpleasant.

Tia writhed uneasily in his arms, trying to turn her head to see what the talking thing looked like, but Prometheus stopped her movement with unprecedented determination.

"Don't do it, boy," said Prometheus. "It's not worth your attention."

"A brutal murderer actually started to despise my appearance?"

The creature jumped down from above their heads and landed behind them, even reaching out to block the walking corpses' movement to surround them.

It shook its finger in displeasure, pointed to Prometheus and said: "I want to reason with you, at least I will have a debate match with you! I don't understand why you humans can do this Cruel, no remorse after killing a bunch of kids!"

Prometheus frowned—not because of the creature's absurd behavior, but because of its attitude.

It calls this group of walking corpses children... Prometheus feels that he has not had any brain problems so far. Many of the walking corpses may be called children before they were alive, but they are all died.

But the creature's attitude gave him a strange feeling. It was as if in its cognition, these walking corpses were still alive.

"Aha, the murderer is silent, he acquiesced, he doesn't know how to answer me!"

Seeing that Prometheus didn't answer, the creature became even more rampant. It jumped on its feet and shouted: "I think my words have touched the depths of your soul! You cruel human being!"

"enough."

Prometheus shook his head, stepped forward, and held his warhammer high: "I have no intention of having a so-called philosophical debate with you, and I don't want to know what you are. You have been saying that I am a cruel human being. With all due respect, you I'm afraid I don't know anything about the word cruel."

At this moment, his speaking face was completely unfamiliar. It was not the expression that Prometheus should have, but a completely different person.

A person long gone.

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"That's the way it is."

Crane fiddled with the documents in his hand, sorted them out one by one, and at the same time made a summary on his personal terminal: "The sights Sergeant Cordos saw should be the same as the one he mentioned about Kronos Tiller. Belius can't get away with it."

Robert Guilliman on the other side of the screen frowned: "How did you determine this?"

"Because Kronos Tiberius is still alive." Crane told him quite calmly. "He has indeed been missing for a while, but according to the information, he is indeed still alive."

It's okay if he doesn't say anything, but as soon as the word "information" was mentioned, Guilliman's expression began to develop towards toothache.

Let's go and give it a try. 】

The Regent of the Empire said with a rather helpless expression: "Are you referring to those materials that only you are qualified to read?"

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"yes."

"Then how am I going to trust you that Kronos is alive? I want you to understand, Crane, that he's not just an Ultramarine, he's a battle hero with three golden spikes, and his service Make him worthy of your and my respect, and I hope you take this seriously."

Crane didn't even look at Guilliman, but continued to organize the paper documents on his own. Such retro behavior shouldn't have happened to the head of a secret organization in the interstellar age, but it happened.

After a while, he said: "I take everything seriously. This is the first point. Second, Kronos Tiberius is indeed still alive. This information comes from a top-secret document, which provides The person is He Shenyan. If you don’t believe me, I suggest you ask him yourself. Third, I’m not here to discuss this with you, I’m just here to inform you about such a thing.”

His attitude was so natural that it even surprised Guilliman—what did this man go through to be so inhumane? Guilliman couldn't help feeling that he might be rivaled only in Rogal Dorn when it came to being obnoxious.

"...I will go to the teacher to check this matter. In addition, according to the scheduled time, you are already a month and a half late. When will I be able to meet my sons? Are you planning to let Do they work for free?"

Crane raised his head and glanced at his personal terminal: "Of course not, why do you think so?"

Guilliman said blankly: "Because you have been on the road for a month and a half to investigate the corruption of three planetary governors, and a gene stealer cult hidden in the bottom of the hive...Frankly, I Amazed at your efficiency, Crane, but you can't meet a warband and drag them in to help without proper formality."

"The procedures are too complicated. It will take me three hours to fill in the documents of the Ministry of Military Affairs. Although there is the convenience of the terminal network, I think it is still unnecessary."

His words made the corners of Guilliman's eyes twitch involuntarily.

"For the teacher's sake—!" he said through gritted teeth. "In this galaxy, you are not the only one who has to fill in the data every day! I am the one who fills in the data and handles the most documents every day! If you plan to call a group of Astartes to deal with these endless anti-corruption and internal purges , then at least follow the procedure for me!"

Crane shot him another disapproving look.

"What kind of eyes do you have?!"

"I'm just thinking about one thing, Guilliman. As the Regent of the Empire, can't you optimize this bloated system? How cumbersome the procedures for enlisting an Astartes Chapter are, I don't believe you don't know It’s fine to go to the Ministry of Military Affairs, why should I go to the State Church to ask them to bless this expedition?”

At this point, he was expressing his emotions like never before - Guilliman could see it, it was disgustingly obvious. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

How did you ask Guilliman to tell from that expressionless face? Oh, it's very simple, Batman's eyes can often say a lot of things, if you can't see it, it means you haven't been stared at by Batman.

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"... I don't like the blessing of the state religion as much as you do, but it is necessary. Most of the warriors of the scriptures are fanatical, considering this, if they don't get the blessing of the state religion Blessings, the consequences may be ugly."

Guilliman rubbed the space between his brows and began to explain to Crane bit by bit.

"The Empire's political system is unlike any you've ever seen. Frankly, Crane, it's a patient with cancer, and if we want it to stay alive, we're going to have to introduce more cancer. From At present, this situation will continue for a long time, only time will solve this matter, but the most we need now is time."

"I hate religion," Crane Samps said deadpan. "Especially the man who invented the state religion, he should be crucified and hung upside down."

"...Did you tell a bad joke just now?"

"No, there isn't. I'm hanging up, our ship is landing on Garden World Phinelos."

"What are you doing in Garden World?"

Crane glanced at the puzzled Guilliman in the picture with eyes like an idiot: "Fuel, food, supplies. Sometimes it hurts me to talk to you, Guilliman."

His words made the latter almost throw his personal terminal to the ground.