Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Rhode's leg armor pierced deeply into the ground after a burst of deformation, firmly ensuring that he would not fall due to too strong recoil. He was holding a thick, big, black and hard thing in his hand

, the twelve black muzzles were spinning rapidly.

Yes, its prototype is exactly the famous Gatling gun, but now it should be called a machine gun. In addition to its appearance and ideas, this killer weapon independently designed by Jarvis has

The weapon only has a live ammunition weapon with a caliber of 20mm, which can produce 6,000 rounds per minute. It is completely different from a meat grinder that can only be used on a helicopter.

It doesn't fire live weapons, but energy blocks.

The power of each cannon is comparable to a palm cannon in maximum charging mode. Jarvis has not tested its rate of fire, but after his calculations, Rhodes' current remaining energy in the armor and its own energy

, should be enough for this monster to unleash its firepower for one minute.

In front of him, many self-destructing drones were crashing into a big guy. The thing was seven meters tall, with muscles all over its body bulging. Although it was walking towards Rhodes, it was blocked by the continuous stream of people.

The absolute explosion slowed him down, and Rhodes's face in the helmet was covered with sweat. Not because of fear, but because of excitement. He pressed the button, and the energy in the armor quickly drained, and was quickly supplied through the energy supply port of the hand armor.

I can give you this killing weapon.

The twelve muzzles rotated faster and faster, and it buzzed and began to tremble crazily. Rhodes immediately tightened his grip on the gun, increased the armor's output, and held on to the handle tightly.

, and then barely controlled its shaking.

Its twelve muzzles began to emit dangerous blue light, and the buzzing sound became louder and louder, even becoming sharp and distorted. Rhodes pressed the button on the handle amid a burst of laughter.

At every meal, banquet, and party after that, Rod would talk about it. He would throw out the first half with a mysterious smile, and then slowly take a sip of red wine (and sometimes champagne)

, and then he would suddenly calm down and say calmly in a tone that sounded like Morgan Freeman: "Then, the rain of destruction came."

He's right.

The rain of destruction is coming.

It's just rain the size of bricks.

Each of those energy blocks was as big as a brick, bombarding the monster with crazy kinetic energy and heat.

It disappeared very slowly.

Just like some videos that are played at a speed of more than ten times, about how ants and scavengers turn corpses into bones. Such videos usually have a speed of more than ten times. And the monster is like the corpse in these videos.

Same, 'degraded'.

Its defense is very strong, but the density of energy blocks is unimaginable. They are denser than raindrops, and their speed - Rhodes doesn't know how fast they are, but the speed and force of the vibration make him feel that this is more powerful than raindrops.

x was even more satisfying. If he could, he wished he could hold this gun and run to the shooting range for a minute every day. He was even willing to give up his morning shot for this.

Although his legs were fixed in place, the powerful reaction force still took him back more than ten meters. At the same time, energy bullets kept bombarding the monster's body. It was like a 3D printed product.

Playing it upside down, it starts to disappear bit by bit from its head, being hit by those energy bullets at a speed visible to the naked eye, until nothing is left.

Rhodes breathed weakly, his face twitched, and the smile on his face made him look like the black version of Forrest Gump Frost.

He murmured to himself, almost in his sleep: "I tell you... Jarvis, your talent in designing weapons is a hundred times better than Tony's... No, ten thousand times... I really want to talk to this

Baby getting married..."

Jarvis replied humorously: "Mr. Rhodes, the church in Las Vegas can fulfill your wish. In addition, thank you for the compliment."

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He Shenyan is floating above the earth. If his gloomy face has levels, his current level should have exceeded the upper limit.

He really wants to curse and say some swear words to relieve his emotions. Although we all know that swearing can't change anything. But sometimes, you have to say some swear words. For example, in the following situation.

Your father passed away, your mother was hospitalized, and your lover was hit by a car when you were out walking the dog with your dog of eight years. After you dealt with everything, you planned to face life with strength, but before you went out,

I stepped on a piece of Lego with my bare feet.

At this moment, I believe everyone would subconsciously curse.

Back to the topic, even if he cursed, it would not help, at least it would not allow Sithorn to take back his magic that enveloped the world.

He Shenyan could only sigh.

This was not the first time that he had dealt with this famous fun man. He knew that this guy was probably sitting on his chair waiting for him to find him, and he was shaking his legs leisurely.

Other dimensional demons lend money to the mages on Earth, borrowing magical power just to get more from them. But this bastard is different, he just does it just to watch the show.

Yes, this is Sithorn. A pure fun person who has escaped from vulgar taste.

And the mage also knows one thing: he can actually communicate directly with himself.

But he didn't want to.

This damn bastard wants you to first find his book of darkness and then completely follow the rituals in it before he is willing to chat with you for five minutes.

But this time, he was too lazy to do those complicated rituals.

He was floating above the earth, and the red light in his eyes was like two eternal scarlet flames, burning continuously. He opened his hands, and a huge amount of magic soon poured out of his body and formed behind him.

A large area of ​​red and gold radiance even formed a storm in the universe, sweeping away the surrounding rubble and the wreckage of the battleship left behind, attracting them to wrap up next to the mage, and then be crushed into powder by the violent magic power.

The mage uttered a long series of obscure and unclear sentences from his mouth. They were of varying lengths, except that one word was mentioned many times.

chthon.

Seathorn.

He Shenyan spoke an ancient language. Before Sithorn became the dimensional demon, he was one of the earliest life forms on the earth and a typical demon. Billions of years ago, the natural vitality of the biosphere on the earth

A group of elder gods were born, and then they began to kill and devour each other. Some even turned into demons, and Sithorn was one of them.

And the language He Shenyan just spoke was the oldest devil language.

If you have to translate it, and to be more straightforward, the long sentence he just read actually only has eight words when translated.

Sithorn, I x your mother.