MTL - Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?-v16 Chapter 135 Flame of Prometheus (6, 4k)

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Under normal circumstances, Nerugos is reluctant to deal with the Astartes - it is fascinated by humans, but the Astartes are not human in its eyes.

For it, this group of barbarians who only know how to fight and kill are not even comparable to those lunatics under Khorne, at least those lunatics will be willing to chat with it. But the Astartes...?

Whenever they saw it, they rushed over brandishing chainswords and bolters, not wanting to talk to it.

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Nerugos was very dissatisfied with this.

However, work must continue.

It grabbed a Nurgling that had just emerged from the pile of corpses, and took away the germs that the little thing was holding. The latter reluctantly watched the germ being taken away by it, but said nothing. It is also clear that the work must go on.

"I know you want your own piece of the plague, but not now, kid."

Nergos threw the germs into his soup pot, and while stirring the ladle, explained patiently: "You see, the germs that can be born in each person's body are limited. And we must concentrate most of them. Taken together, individual germs are very weak, and only when they gather together can they be called a plague."

Nurgling jumped onto its fat shoulders and chirped something. And Nerugos listened patiently, and then gave his own response.

"Yes, we're going to make a good potion, a perfect plague, and deliver it to that bat. Yes, as Kugath once tried to do—may he rest in peace, alas, Poor Koogath. I was just a Nurgling like you when it died, and that damned man in black burned it clean."

Nerugos made a sullen expression, and its memory returned to those days after saying this sentence. During that time, there was no more vitality in the garden of the loving father, but only a miserable melancholy.

It was stuck in memory, but Nurgling wasn't. The three words of man in black made it scream in horror.

"That's right, it's the man in black, the one who burned the garden of the loving father... Don't be afraid, child, although he is powerful, he can't find us under the cover of the loving father's power."

Nergos stopped stirring the soup pot, and put his hand into the soup. It gently scooped up a handful of green sticky juice, and held it close to its hand to observe carefully. After a while, it smacked its lips in boredom.

This is not good.

This pot of plague can't even corrode its flesh and blood, which means that the plague is not pure enough, which means that this pot of plague is a failure—if it can't even hurt Nerugos, how can it be expected to hurt that bat Woolen cloth?

"Hey, what can I do? My old friend is about to find us, but I can't prepare him a pot of good gifts..."

Nerugos said to himself: "I have walked for so long to come to this disgustingly clean place... I have made so much effort, even painstakingly trying to get rid of all the blood in everyone's body. Sow mycelium...and end up with a pot of stuff?”

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Nurgling patted its ears comfortingly, causing a few pustules to burst, and the yellow juice dripped from Nergos' ears and fell straight into the soup pot, which also made Nergos stunned. Living.

It stared at the soup that was slowly changing color, and laughed happily: "Little guy, you are so smart! Yes, yes..."

Nurgling made a puzzled question, but Nergos didn't answer it this time. The Great Unclean One just gently drove it away from his shoulder, then held the wrist of his left hand with his right hand, and pulled it hard.

Amidst the tooth-piercing sound of dead branches being trampled, it tore off its arm without any hesitation, and threw it into the soup pot.

The yellow light burst out, and the light began to flourish dangerously. With the flesh and blood of a great unclean person, the pot of soup finally boiled. The energy of the warp was burning violently in it, and it also illuminated Nerugos's face, whose terrifying face was full of joy at the moment.

As it stirred, dark clouds swept in from afar, covering the entire sky. There had been no such bad weather in Phinelos for a thousand years, yet it chose to appear today.

You have to admit that bad things always come together.

The liquid in the cauldron swirled rapidly, and Nerugos kept stirring it. There was thunder, the wind howled, and the rain fell from the sky, like some kind of commentary on the impending disaster.

"That's it!" Nerugos yelled happily. "Yes! In the name of me, Nerugos, the unfinished work of Kugath will continue in my hands! I will cook for it the most perfect plague in the world!"

It grinned, and laughed lowly amidst the lightning, thunder, and howling wind. The Nurglings were blown higher and higher in the wind with its laughter, and these poor little things were quickly blown away. The body turned into a brown-yellow or dark green liquid, but Nerugos didn't care about it.

All it sees is work.

Nergos stared closely at the swirling pot of soup, concentrated, extremely serious, and full of anticipation.

"Come on! God's Plague!" The Great Unclean Man almost screamed. "Form, form, form! I command you! I implore you! Form!"

Its voice was drowned out in the rain and storm, but a dark green light pierced the ominous curtain and spread across the sky.

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It's raining.

Yin Zekiel raised his head, the raindrops splashed on his eyepiece, and then quickly fell down.

The server was still running steadily, and the Power Armor was not that delicate machine. It is one of the strongest defenses an Astartes can rely on, capable of continuing its work in any hostile environment.

In a sense, Yoon Zekiel wishes he could do the same.

"This rain came without warning."

Cordos of the Emperor's Sword walked up to him and said worriedly, "I don't think this is a good sign, what do you think?"

"This rain is indeed unexpected, but it will not stop us." Yin Zekiel shook his head.

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"hope so."

Cordos was still full of worries, he sighed: "Commander Inzekiel, I don't know what you think, but I... always feel restless. You think this will be the Emperor's Remind me?"

"I'm afraid he won't have that much time to focus on you and me, Sergeant Cordos."

Yin Zekiel replied calmly: "The emperor is responsible for the entire empire. In the territory of the empire, there are more suffering people waiting for his help. Even if he wants to appear, I don't think it will be where we are. On this planet. You see yourself too special, sergeant, learn to treat your resurrection with a normal heart."

Cordos said no more, just nodded, and from his body movements, Yin Zekiel could see his shame.

It's nothing, Sergeant. Yin Zekiel thought to himself. Returning from the dead by His grace is indeed a rare experience, and you become a little bit unsure that you are normal...  

Thinking of this, the two tear marks on his face began to ache again. Once upon a time, Yin Zekiel was the same. He would interpret many things as omens given to him by Sanguinius, and he didn't realize how stupid he was doing it until after a tragic failure.

Even if it is true according to what those theologians and missionaries said, the emperor is regarded as a god, and Sanguinius is regarded as the son of the gods... Yin Zekiel does not think that they will always be by his side and give himself guidance.

If gods exist, they must be very busy, after all, there are so many people in the galaxy who need to be saved.

"Yin Zekiel."

A voice sounded from behind him, cold as ice: "Take your company and board the plane with me. Sergeant Cordos, you can return to the team. Your mission is to guard the airport."

"Of order, my lord." Cordos saluted and left in a hurry.

The Swordsmen of the Emperor had already landed on the ground in another Thunderhawk gunboat. There were not many of them, and after all, some people had to be left on the track to monitor the overall situation. However, no one thought that the Emperor's Children who fell to the ground would be unable to fulfill their duties.

The Crimson Blades hurriedly boarded the plane with Crane, and the Thunderhawk gunboat roared into the air. After a violent turbulence, it was finally able to fly smoothly. The Thunderhawk has always been like this, riding it will always take the bumps. It's strange that no Mechanic Priest has tried to improve this over the years.

It's as if they've tacitly accepted that the jolt is part of the Thunderhawk gunship's characteristics, which is simply unbelievable.

"My lord, what is our destination?" Sitting in his seat, Yin Zekiel asked softly.

"here."

Crane raised his right hand, and a map was projected on the arm armor. The holographic image made everyone look over, waiting for the next step.

"Koma, the capital of Phinelos, is also called Diamond in their local dialect. According to the results of the surface scan, this is the most polluted place by Nurgle, and of course, this rain... ...."

Crane paused for a moment, expressionless, all waiting, the loyalists watching him, wondering what inspirational words the Primarch would say, as he had done in the past—but he No.

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He didn't do that, he was just silent, like someone suddenly aphasic.

"...No, not right."

Finally, he spoke again, but his speaking speed was extremely slow. At the same time, his eyes suddenly lit up with ice blue light. Thunderhawk's cockpit wall began to whine unbearably, and the roaring psychic energy screamed wildly here, as if a thousand people had uttered their voices together, it was extremely noisy.

"My lord!" Yin Zekiel had to yell at Kelan while clutching the strap. "My lord, what's wrong with you?!"

Crane didn't answer.

There was a void on his face, as if his sanity had been taken away. Maintaining such a terrifying expression, he stood up and put his hands on the bulkhead.

The solid metal immediately began to whine, and the ice quickly spread from the place where his palm was attached, sealing the entire cabin in ice in just half a second, and the bone-piercing cold began to spread, even penetrating through the power armor system.

Yin Zekiel began to chatter his teeth uncontrollably—he tried to stay calm and violated his own physiological reactions, but he couldn't do it at all.

It was too cold.

"My lord? My lord?! You—"

"—shh."

Crane quietly raised a finger, tilted his head and frowned, pretending to be listening carefully. He does not explain or justify his actions. He just listens.

Then he violently activated his psionic energy.

The gust of wind whistling outside the window was frozen in mid-air, and the raindrops of Dou Da stopped at the same time. Looking out through the cabin windows, it's almost like time has been suspended. But it was not. Through the spreading ice, Yin Zekiel could be sure that this was Klan's power.

The question is, why did this grown-up do this?

His question is destined not to be answered, because Crane's expression is sliding towards the abyss. Sombre, aloof, but with a bit of hidden anger in all of it.

Like a flame wrapped in ice.

"Remove the straps, Crimson Blades," he said word for word. "Sword drawn, loaded, ready for battle. Pilot, open the cabin."

"But, this is in the sky, my lord!" Thunderhawk's pilot shouted in the communication channel. "We can't fight inside the cabin!"

"We won't. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Crane said firmly. "Open the cabin."

The pilot finally succumbed to the will of his words, and the cabin was opened, and the ice made way for the machinery. They are no longer strong, but break easily. The hatch opened, but the rain did not pour in.

The Crimson Blades looked at the scene in front of them in shock. They discovered that above the sky and among the clouds, there was a road of ice that was condensing.

Flicking his cloak, Kelan walked out of the cabin without saying a word. He hid his anger very well, but Yin Zekiel still felt a little bit - the third company commander of Crimson Blade was secretly startled by this, he had never seen Klan so angry.

True, he buried his emotions, but he had never been so determined, so strange.

They followed him and walked out of the cabin, weapons in hand. There is a thick touch under the feet, which is no different from stepping on the ground. The wind and rain stopped around them, the dark clouds moved slowly around them, Thunderhawk stayed in place, and the pilot made a nervous, unconscious small voice on the communication channel.

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In such a sight, Yin Zekiel discovered the reason why Crane was so angry.

He saw, on the other side of the icy road, among the clouds... there was a monster smiling at them.

"You're here!" it said with a polite smile. "My friend, I have been waiting for you for a long time! Remember me? Butterfly of maggots, Nerugos! I am here to offer you a gift!"

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