MTL - Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?-v16 Chapter 148 Death from overwork (four k)

In awe, Pedro stood at the porthole, gazing at the scene below the tracks.

He has seen planets covered by glaciers, and planets covered by large forests and oceans. Of course, there are also those dead planets and hive cities whose environments are so harsh that they cannot produce the so-called 'natural' at all.

However, the planet under orbit is not any of the above.

The orange-yellow liquid is boiling on the surface of the planet and expanding rapidly. The tidal seas of green and gray were fading away around them, like blocks of melting ice, or carcasses devoured by ravenous scavengers.

No resistance, nothing else, just a calming ocean of orange. Pedro stood in front of the porthole, only the slight humming of the running patterns came from his ears.

Standing here, he couldn't hear any sounds on that planet, but he could imagine the bewildered and terrified screams of the orcs, and the creaking sounds of the Tyranids' limbs gradually disintegrating under the influence of the flesh curse. .

He felt a surge of pleasure welling up in him.

Then came panic.

What kind of power is this?

Unlike the Extermination Order, the Curse of Flesh does not descend from orbit with flames and cause violent explosions.

It is not as powerful as a salvo fired by a naval patrol fleet.

The Curse of Flesh is a silent force that creeps unnoticed into the atmosphere and acts directly upon its target—with utter, incomprehensible destruction in its wake.

And Wenzhen even monitored everything.

Fifteen minutes after it was created by the pattern, this compound curse of flesh and blood was dropped from orbit.

After the third minute of entering the atmosphere, the first Orc and the first Tyranid infested it.

Thirty seconds later, their bodies turned into a puddle of orange nutrient gelatin in a silent genetic collapse—and then there was a terrible chain reaction.

There is no escape, no solution, only creeping death. The silent killing wiped out all the orcs and Zergs on this planet within half an hour.

But now, in front of Pedro's eyes is a planet full of nutritional colloids. Five years later, these colloids will allow the planet itself to have soil that is very suitable for human survival.

It was all too fast, too fast, too quiet. Pedro stared at the planet with mixed feelings in his heart. He didn't know what he was afraid of, and was deeply ashamed of the emotion, but he couldn't stop it from spreading.

However, between accepting and not accepting, there is actually a third option-you can choose to ignore it.

Everyone has his own reaction to this matter. Pedro couldn't understand the form of the Curse of Flesh, Helbrecht was ecstatic about it, Sicarius admired the effectiveness of this weapon, and what about Steve?

Frankly speaking, Steve is very satisfied with the effect of the curse of flesh.

What more could he wish for? Killing the Orcs and Zergs on a whole planet without bloodshed, without firing a single soldier, without even firing a single bomb... If anyone wants anything more from this, he is probably crazy.

However, after a short period of joy, a bigger problem ushered in.

The cold voice of Wenzhen echoed in the command room: "The spiritual power readings are rising, and the test is in progress... The test has been completed, and the conclusion is: Nurgle is watching here."

"...Does the obscuring enchantment not work?" Steve asked with a frown.

All the new ships with stripes manufactured by the Terra space station are equipped with obscuring barriers, which can protect the sanity of the crew from the pollution of the warp. Steve's courage to use the curse of flesh and blood also came from here. After all, according to the analysis, there is no problem in covering a planet after the shielding barrier is expanded.

However, Wenzhen gave a negative answer.

"It didn't work."

It said indifferently: "The obscuring enchantment cannot play its due role. The evil **** Nurgle has abilities far beyond the scope of human rational cognition. The description in the data is different from the actual situation, which also leads to errors in the guessing results. one of the reasons."

It is not without reason that AI can handle problems more efficiently than humans. They have no worries about making mistakes, will not be threatened by anyone, and will only faithfully perform their duties. Steve pursed his lips and asked hopelessly, "What about the consequences?"

"It is impossible to analyze the consequences based on the existing samples." Wenzhen replied. "What else do you need?"

What else do I need?

I need quick-acting heart-rescue pills.

It's not that Steve hasn't screwed up before, on the contrary, he's screwed up a lot.

As a kid, he used to love playing baseball—watching other people play, to be precise.

No child is willing to take his skinny hemp on the court to play. Whoever plays with him needs to work twice as hard as his opponent. But, once he got lucky, a kid new to their block offered to make him a catcher.

He screwed up, and rightfully so.

One afternoon, he was dizzy from being hit by a ball through a thick protective clothing. The kid went away disappointed, and Steve Rogers never played a baseball game again in his later life.

Or, the dance he missed.

But what could compare to this? You can miss a dance, stop playing any baseball games, or even decide not to drive because of a car accident—but one wrong decision that resulted in a warp **** looking directly at a weapon as dangerous as the Curse of Flesh?

He couldn't imagine the consequences.

"What else do you need?"

Wenzhen asked again, and Steve took a deep breath.

I need quick-acting heart-rescue pills. he thinks.

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The frenzied flames flashed past, burning away the magic circle engraved on the floor of the room. However, the light blue spot of magic power jumped out of the void in the next second, and once again condensed into the shape the master wanted.

Within half a second, a complete complex magic circle appeared on the floor again.

He Shenyan frowned, raised his hand and pointed, and a structural life form was born in an instant. It has a very simple physical structure, so simple that it doesn't even have legs and hands, it only has a torso and a head.

"Inject personality."

The mage issued the order with a blank face, and the spell that had been prepared early in the morning began to operate at full capacity, and the improvised array of lines performed this precise and error-free step instead of him.

"The first personality is being injected... the injection is successful. Do you want to continue injecting the second personality?"

"No, delay this step, maintain personality stability, monitor the vital signs of the construct..."

Negating the pattern question, the mage sighed—he had failed the process thirty-seven times. The thirty-six special structures that died were not very cheap. The group of people in the White Tower used the star core of the star as the base for their transactions, and he was out of stock, so he had to sell something else.

Frankly speaking, this operation was more difficult than he imagined. The extremely realistic simulation process alone is very difficult to achieve, and he has not even found a way to wake up the first personality while keeping the second personality awake...

If it is an ordinary person, this is of course easy to solve. But the object of the operation is not an ordinary person.

"so troublesome."

Di Gu said, he snapped his fingers to suspend the time in the magic circle, the pocket dimension is so good, you don't need to own the time gem to play with time at will. He Shenyan casually took a sip of the coffee that was put aside, the bitter taste didn't cheer him up, but made him almost spit it out.

"What's the smell...? The boss told me it was sugared...Damn it, I remembered, it's a mechanical lifeform."

He tossed the coffee aside in annoyance, but the shell made of precious ore kept the liquid inside from spilling out. Seeing this scene, the mage became even more depressed, and at the same time made up his mind not to go to that store again next time.

"Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble—how can it be so troublesome..."

Sitting on the armchair with a plop, the mage actually started talking to himself in a bad manner like a student who couldn't write a graduation thesis. He didn't do it very often—at least not when he left the division.

In a sense, his appearance is quite strange.

For the most part, he came across as either the Riddler who deserved a good beating, or the whimsy who took his time at all times and always had a solution to a difficult situation.

It sounds almost like a certain blue earless mechanical tabby cat, but even that far scarier cat would be annoyed by not being able to buy dorayaki, so He Shenyan would also have Similar moments, no surprise.

There was one thing he was thankful for, though—at least no one saw it.

As soon as this idea appeared in his mind, an urgent and imminent psionic communication slammed into his mental power capture net.

The speed is unbelievable, it is almost like someone driving a Formula 1 car at full speed and smashed into the billboard next to the track. The anxiety contained in it was so huge that it shocked the mental power capture net, even the mage himself was almost taken aback.

+He, I need your help! +

 …

The mage sighed—well, now that Steve Rogers is panicking like this...

+Let me guess, there is a bomb on your ship, you can't disarm it, you dispersed everyone, there is only one big monster on board, and you have to fight to the death...Is that so? +

+ Stop kidding! +

The feedback from Steve Rogers' psychic communication at the moment was almost as if he was covering his face and screaming, He Shenyan raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect this, what could make the former Captain America panic like this?

+Okay, okay, go ahead. But I gotta say it first, I'm not going to say 'I can't help you, Steve', and pull a magic item out of a magic pocket... I have a magic pocket, but I'm nothing Magic props, do you understand? +

+ What are you talking about? ! Hell, this is not the time to be joking... Long story short, I used the Flesh Curse, but Nurgle found out! +

Ok.

He Shenyan smiled and shook his head, beckoning to the cup of coffee that he threw out. The latter spun into his hand, and he opened the lid and took another sip.

This time, he took a big gulp without complaining. The bitter taste exploded on his taste buds, and after a few seconds he took it with all his heart, it produced a luscious sweetness, which was endlessly evocative.

The mage's eyes lit up, and he took another sip. He nodded, and said to himself: "It turned out that I made a mistake, that guy didn't lie to me...he really added sugar. It's so strange, a mechanical lifeform that has added a sense of taste to itself .”

+ what? what? Why don't you talk anymore? + Steve asked anxiously via psionic communication.

The mage rolled his eyes - talking? What can i say?

You have to understand my painstaking efforts, Steve, I don't speak because I don't want you to have the illusion of being scolded by Tony, he is not as good as me in terms of yin and yang...

+ It's all right, Steve. +

The mage closed the lid of the coffee, threw it into the sky, and played a game of catch for himself. He replied with a smile: + You continue to do your work, and this matter is left to the unlucky **** who is always around. Well, how can I say that Guilliman can be my apprentice? Look, We do have similarities. +

After saying this, he cut off the communication network. He raised his right hand to catch the coffee cup that fell, and then threw it up again, but his expression became very helpless.

No one is relieved.

No matter the old or the young, one or two have character flaws, and even Steve Rogers, who used to be the last thing he needed to worry about, stumbled over such a trivial matter. Seriously, if they continued to find trouble for him like this, the mage began to wonder how much longer he would live.

But, after all, things have to be done.

It's not surprising that Nurgle saw the curse of flesh and blood. It's normal that the enchantment that comes with the pattern array can't stop her. Normally, she would not look at the things surrounded by the enchantment, but if the things surrounded by the enchantment were of interest to her, it would be a different matter.

The subspace is the reflection of the real world. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com A weapon like the Curse of Flesh will definitely attract Nurgle's attention if it is used in the universe... The question is, what will she do with the Curse of Flesh?

One thing is for sure, Nurgle has no way to directly reproduce the power and scale of the Flesh Curse. Psionics and magic are two systems, the mage doesn't think she can do this, Tzeentch may be able to decipher another system, but she is dead.

In just half a minute, his mind was spinning like electricity, and an idea quickly formed in his heart. Although his intuition told him that Nurgle would not be able to reproduce the curse of flesh and blood, he had to guard against it. This is an evil **** after all.

"Then borrow the star torch."

The mage said to himself: "Inscribing a super-large joint protective circle in the subconscious of all mankind should solve this problem...Fortunately, Steve only used the curse of flesh and blood. If he uses me That memetic infection you bought is going to be a lot of fun."

He sighed, turned his head and looked at the structure that was still suspended in time, his face full of lovelessness.

"I must have done something wrong in my previous life." He Shenyan said.