Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The atmosphere in the cabin is not as good as before.

The long-haired man sat silently in the corner. He was wearing a long-sleeved black sweatshirt and even a black glove on his left hand, covering all his skin.

Tony and Rhodes sat on the other side. Rhodes put on a brand new armor, silver and gray, and Tony was introducing the functions to him.

"There are no live ammunition weapons, but they are definitely more powerful than your old machine guns. There are energy cannons on each shoulder, which can launch ultra-high-temperature energy groups. Even main battle tanks can deal with them in one go. More importantly,

They have no recoil."

"On the back of your hand, I installed a beam gun for you. It's a special model. It doesn't need to be charged and is less powerful. If you don't want the scene to be too ugly, you can use this one. It has a magazine capacity of 150 rounds. It will automatically reload after the shot. The armor will be extracted.

its own energy.”

He talked non-stop about the introduction, as if he was back in his old business. Rhodes listened attentively, and he looked like he was eager to use these things to shoot something and have a good time.

Frank, Hawkeye and Sam slipped into the cab and ignored the strange atmosphere in the back cabin.

Steve came over, sat next to Bucky, glanced at his left hand, and asked, "How does it feel?"

Bucky said nothing, he raised his left hand and took off his glove.

It couldn't be called a hand anymore. There were layers of black scales, and it looked like a monster's claws. Bucky didn't stop, and he rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, displaying the complete arm. Tony and

Rhodes also cast his eyes over.

The whole body is black, with some gaps between the scales, and the five fingers are sharp and slender.

"Damn, man, this thing looks like something from a video game." Rhodes said.

"Does it hurt?" Steve asked.

"It doesn't hurt, but I won't be able to sleep at night. This thing will glow at night. It's too bright. I don't know how to make this thing stop." Bucky said expressionlessly, as if he was telling a cold joke.

, but no one here could laugh.

"So not only are you alive, but you also have an LED light on your hand that you don't know how to turn off, right? Ha, good joke, buddy." Tony laughed.

Rhodes didn't make a bad joke like Tony. He asked: "So, does this thing have any other uses? Why resurrected you and installed this arm on you? It can't really be just an LED light.

Bar?"

Bucky turned his left hand and said, "Well... I don't need an ax when chopping firewood. I just need to scratch it with my fingers. Does this count?"

Tony couldn't help but raise his head, and he said rather speechlessly: "Has anyone ever told you, buddy, that your joke skills are really good?"

"Thank you." Bucky actually thanked him seriously.

Tony turned to Rod and said: "Is he really thanking me? Really? Do you think he is serious? Rod? Can't he hear what I mean?"

Rhodes lowered his visor, and his silhouette came from the helmet dullly, which was a series of laughter.

"What the hell, did the Kree take away my sense of humor and my hair? Why are you smiling so hard?" Tony said gloomily.

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The emperor of the Crees, Dork VIII, was lying on the ground without grace.

Half of his body had become bloody, and his internal organs could be seen directly through the gap in his stomach. He was unable to speak at this time, and could only stare at the sky lit by flames, spitting out words from his throat that only he could hear clearly.

the sound of.

He Shenyan stood next to him, looking at the Kree Emperor with a smile who was famous in the galaxy for his cruelty and ruthlessness.

He squatted down and listened carefully to the small and vague voice coming from Dork VIII's throat.

After a moment, he asked jokingly.

"How do you feel, Emperor of the Kree?"

The mage's voice was low and distant. To Dork VIII, it sounded like he was talking across several galaxies, not like he was speaking in his ear at all. The sense of distortion was very strong. When he heard this voice, he was driven by a sense of hatred.

Moved.

Dork VIII tried his best to turn his neck so that his eyes could see the mage and the demon that destroyed his country and killed countless civilians.

He Shenyan looked at him without hesitation and said softly: "Do you want to say something, Emperor of the Cree people?"

Dorke VIII's green eyes reflected the mage's figure. He used all his strength to raise his left hand and grasp the mage's sleeve, as if he wanted to say something. However, He Shenyan stood up directly next

.His hand slipped weakly.

He stood up and walked into the hall of the supreme wisdom in front of King Dork VIII. He was left with only a cold word: "Unfortunately, I don't want to hear it."

Dork VIII was lying on the spot, double images gradually appeared in front of his eyes, and the fatigue was spreading from his bone marrow. He had never experienced this feeling. As the most advanced achievement of Kree genetic engineering, he had been born since birth.

He has seemingly inexhaustible physical strength. No matter what knowledge he learns, he can quickly master it. He is even a natural psyker. He can use all kinds of powerful psychic powers.

As he grew older and matured, the power contained in his body was also developed. Before he inherited the throne, he worked as a gladiator on a arena planet in the Centaur system for a year and a half.

, purely relying on physical strength, created the legend of victory. At that time, he even thought he was invincible.

But all these, whether it is power or the glory of being a royal family, are like bubbles that can be burst when facing that mage.

He watched with his own eyes as countless fleets outside Hala Star were easily destroyed. The overwhelming anti-matter missiles and black hole rays were swallowed up by this mage as if they were child's play. The wreckage of those fleets could even be seen directly from the ground looking up at this time.

After that, his energy level observed on the radar was even higher than before.

Thousands of psyker masters worked together to control him at the cost of their lives, but their brains were invaded. A small half of Hala was reduced to ashes in the psychic storm. Countless Kree souls

Screaming in the storm.

How to win against such an enemy?

As Dork VIII gradually fell into a cold consciousness, a thought slowly floated across his mind. It was a thought that he had never thought of before in his long life. Even if he said it, it would be regarded as rebellion.

He thought, is the supreme wisdom really never wrong?