Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel? Chapter 165

It's like being in a cold winter night.

That sheer coldness reminded Loken of death, of icy blades and shattered armor and bones. His thoughts seemed to freeze, he didn't understand - what was this?

What am I doing?

His super brain couldn't answer.

Even when he was sober, he couldn't possibly answer such a question. The answer to this question does not exist in his knowledge base, and it is far from the information he has received in the past. As for Loken, there is only one thing he currently knows.

persist in.

He must insist that he has just accepted a task from the Emperor, and he must not give up halfway here. With this belief, he survived.

Opening his eyes, the soft white light made his eyes feel a burst of comfort. Loken wanted to speak, but an icy air suddenly rose from his throat.

He widened his eyes and watched in shock as he exhaled an extremely cold freezing fog - he could feel the temperature that was by no means a creature could endure, but he was comfortably in it without the slightest damage.

"The Emperor is up!" Garvel Loken shouted loudly. "what is this-?!"

"upgrade."

A mechanical voice answered him, and a blue phantom figure rose from the silver floor in front of him: "You have gone through a ritual, Gavier Loken."

"I remember you were talking about the foundry." Loken had narrowed his eyes, a deceived anger boiling in his veins. "Or are you lying to me?"

"According to the calculation, you will not accept such a complicated ceremony, but I did not lie. I only mentioned the casting room, and did not add the word equipment in front."

The voice of the center of the magic circle is very calm, and it never seems to have any emotional fluctuations.

"This is indeed an upgrade, but not for your power armor, but for yourself. Gavill Loken, you accepted an upgrade ceremony."

All kinds of guesses flashed through Loken's mind, and the connection between the ceremony and the promotion made him extremely nervous: "The promotion ceremony?"

"Reshape your flesh and bones with ice crystal cores, giving you extraordinary abilities while maintaining your human nature. Rest assured, the whole process does not contain any chaotic pollution or other things. Just the purest power infusion, no any side effects."

Loken raised his left hand tremblingly, the golden light lit up slightly, and the words of the center of the circle were not over yet: "The left hand that Steve Rogers made for you, I have not made any changes to it."

He was silent for a long time before he said awkwardly: "At least you should let me know. Besides, I don't think I need this extra strength."

"No, you need it." The center of the circle told him firmly. "Crossing the border requires extremely high physical fitness or magic, and now you have just reached the standard."

"And, as I said, by calculation, you won't accept it. Well, now that you've accepted this fact, prepare yourself."

"What do you want to do?" Loken asked cautiously.

"Wear armor for you..." The body of the center of the magic circle disappeared in a burst of blue light, but its voice was still echoing. "There is no armored mecha on the Vengeance. This process may be a little... new to you."

forgive me.

Loken squinted at the armor parts flying towards him, and instinctively felt a pain in his teeth.

Ten minutes later, he walked out of the casting room with a gloomy face. The armor was finished, and the power sword and bolter were firmly attached to the belt around his waist. Loken glanced left and right, his eyelids twitching involuntarily—he saw an alien in strange pink pajamas standing majestically on this deck.

It has tree-like skin, but human-like features on the bark. Seeing Loken looking over, the alien didn't even forget to say hello to him: "Oh, hello. It seems that you are the one who needs to cross the border?"

Without answering its words, Loken had put his hand on the power sword. And the tree man was still chattering.

"You look like you're mad at me, is it because of your appearance? Ah, then you can only bear it for a while. I've been a tree man for 300,000 years, and I don't want to change my body yet. Maybe another time. In hundreds of thousands of years, I will change to a subhuman body, and you may feel better about me by then."

The alien's words made him angry, but Loken abruptly released his hand from the power sword. The reason is simple, the Emperor's voice is echoing in his mind.

+Don't attack it, only it can lead you to that world that desperately needs support now+

+But it's an abominable xenomorph, my lord, and claims to take the body of a subhuman+

+don't care+

The Lord of Men said nothing more to him, and Loken had to obey his orders. The tree man stepped forward and smiled with satisfaction: "It seems that you already know the current situation? Yes, yes, your physical strength is up to the standard."

The smile was fleeting, and the old face became serious. It raised a hand that looked like a branch, dry and thin, and raised a finger: "This is a deal, and I have made this deal with the emperor you serve. I will lead you to that world, But in the process, you absolutely have to follow my instructions."

Loken nodded expressionlessly.

"Crossing the border is a very dangerous process." The tree man was still explaining to him. "I've done this many times in the past, but many people didn't make it to their destination alive. Some were because we were unlucky, but mostly because they didn't listen to me."

The old face was wrinkled very, very seriously: "The first rule, you must never open your eyes when you cross the border. Don't open your eyes no matter what you hear, understand? Your physical strength That's up to the mark, but the mental strength is nowhere near enough to withstand that kind of sight."

"I see, is there anything else?"

"Of course!" the tree man continued. "The second rule—"

Its sound was drowned out by the incoming gust of wind, and lightning flashed into Loken's eyes, and the whistling of the wind and the whistling of thunder robbed him of his hearing. Loken was sunk into a great sense of weightlessness, the gigantic lightning blinding him, only the deep darkness accompanied him.

Still, he remained calm. The feeling of falling went on for a long, long time.

"Your God can't save you!"

Darius waved the black cutter in his hand with unparalleled fury, and the axe blade slashed the hypocritical man's weak neck, spreading a large patch of bright red. It splashed in the air, and then fell at an extremely fast speed, landing on the grass that had long been dyed scarlet with blood and minced flesh as worthless as his head.

And he was still not satisfied.

"Hateful cultists, where is your god?!"

He raised the axe in his hand and shouted to the soldiers who feared him. His face was hideous, and his anger had swallowed his mind: "Let her come to me! Let your hypocritical and weak gods come to me! I will lift her head and tell you how false what you believe in is. !"

He turned back and forth among the corpses like that, and none of the soldiers who were armed with swords, a hundred times his number, dared to come forward to fight him. On the contrary, this scene made Darius even more angry—I saw him jump up, and with one jump, he flew over a distance of hundreds of meters, landed in the crowd, and began to kill.

"Coward! Only dare to point weapons at the backs of your compatriots, but dare not wave at those false gods who really oppress all beings!"

His roar of filial piety fell in the ears of these soldiers, and their hearts were broken. The so-called courage, glory and faith are worthless in the face of life. Someone had even quietly dropped their shields and weapons and fled backwards, and his movements did not escape Darius's eyes.

The giant in black and red armor threw the axe in his hand, and the axe blade carried his strength, causing those soldiers in mail or soft leather armor to be chopped in an instant. They were lucky, because some of the soldiers were smashed by the handle of the axe.

So unacceptable and completely contrary to the laws of nature, many soldiers screamed. The black-red giant was death itself in their eyes at this time, the embodiment of the word butcher, an indescribable fear...

"die!"

Still not satisfied, Darius raised his hand and grabbed a soldier who was trying to escape from him, tearing him in half. Afterwards, he simply killed the cowards who had fled with his fists and hammers, and those who dared to wield swords against him were still standing on the field.

Only he himself knew why he was so angry.

If you see these people fighting each other with swords for an unspeakably stupid belief, fathers sacrificing wives, mothers children, and kings treating his subjects like lambs to be boiled and slaughtered—trust me, so will you.

He tried words, trying to make them understand that there is only one true faith in this world. But the fact that he failed, stings him more than anything. Because the price of failure is the disappearance of his legion. A whole 10,000 soldiers disappeared in that **** sacrificial formation and turned into pure blood.

So, it should not be difficult for you to understand why he is so furious.

"What the **** is he?!"

A man dressed in luxurious clothes embellished with scarlet patterns was riding a horse, screaming in shock on the hillside not far away. He threw down the telescope with trembling hands, and the attendant on the side caught it exactly, with pale hands that didn't look human.

"Draeus, Hand of Noxus, my lord." The attendant bowed his head respectfully. "...a monster."

"I don't need you to tell me that he is a monster! The Scarlet Lord is on top, I have never seen such a thing. The ten dragon lizards may not be as strong as him. God **** it, how did we meet This kind of evil star? I have heard a lot of rumors about him, but those rumors don't say that he can form an army alone!"

Perhaps because we sacrificed his legion, my lord. And he's obviously not mortal, can't you see that?

The attendant didn't say a word, he knew very well what kind of idiot his master was. So he turned to something else: "The lambs can hold him for a while, my lord, but the weak food won't last long. You might still have to do it yourself."

"I do not want it."

The man raised his orchid fingers in disgust, took out a beautiful palm from the cloth bag around his waist, and gently rubbed his face with it: "Let the blood knights deal with him, I don't want to get my hands dirty. I just ate a relatively young lamb this morning, and the taste of her flesh is still in my hands."

The attendant didn't say anything, only his throat rolled up and down. He had to admit that the lamb was really beautiful, and the meat must have been good...but he was just a servant, and the servant could only eat those old lambs.

"It should take some time for the blood knights to arrive here. Lord Derrick used the blood message twenty minutes ago. They were still on the way and encountered some minor obstacles."

"Hinder?"

"Supposedly a barbarian from out of nowhere was trying to stop them...I'm sure they should be here soon."

"Can a barbarian stop a blood knight?"

The idiot in the attendant's eyes frowned at this moment and made a thoughtful look: "This is not right, why can he stop them?"

"I don't know about this, my lord. Maybe Lord Derrick just wanted to cover up the fact that they were blocked, so he made up a lie at will."

"Your words are not unreasonable, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Forget it, let's continue reading." The man yawned and put his palms back on the cloth bag around his waist. "Speaking of which... this hand should also be changed. It's been three days."

The barbarian and the blood knight they were talking about were indeed fighting. And he really blocked the way of the blood knights.

Who is he?

He Shenyan should have recognized who he was.

"You demons!" A shirtless, bearded young man growled angrily and threw a heavy punch at the same time. His anger echoed the surrounding mountains and forests, and they responded to him.

A frigid forest wind from nowhere wrapped around his fist, and once it was swung out, it formed a huge whirlwind, blowing the dozen or so knights in bright red armor to their knees. Their armor was even creaking.

The one at the head was particularly tall, but he sat on the horse and hadn't come down yet. With a gloomy expression on his face, he watched the so-called savage call out the whirlwind with punch after punch, and he was already cursing in his heart.

Damn, where the **** did he come from? If I can't get to the battlefield quickly, that arrogant idiot might just be killed by that Noxian, I don't want to be eaten by the Lord of Blood...

His thoughts lingered here for a few seconds, and the price was even higher. The barbarian struck again, hammering the ground. This time it was not a hurricane, but mud. The spikes emerged from the ground, each with a thickness of half a human, and the knight who couldn't dodge died immediately, looking extremely miserable.

The knight leader was furious when he saw this, and a scarlet light lit up in the hole.

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