Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"You look like you have something to say."

Sitting in the cafe, He Shenyan took a sip of coffee and looked at Kratos sitting opposite him and said.

"...You said you had something to do."

"Yes, but no one stipulates that I can't take a sip of coffee first."

"..."

silence.

Kratos turned his head and looked at the snowy scene on the street outside the cafe window. No one knew what he was thinking.

"How much do you know about demons?" He Shenyan suddenly asked.

"Smelly."

"anything else?"

"I can't kill them all."

"Can you say a longer sentence?"

Kratos turned his head and said: "They come from hell and feed on humans. This is true for both body and soul. I have killed many in the past, but now they seem to be active again."

"That's great, friend. You just said the longest sentence since we met. Keep it up. I believe you can break your record." The mage said with a smile, and then took another sip of coffee.

He said: "As you can see, I am not from this world. In my world, the demons are pretty much the same as what you said. But there is one difference - they are one of the components of the world."

"This means that no matter how much I kill or how much I kill, I can't really make them completely extinct. And hell is even mysteriously the support point of the human world... So I can't destroy hell, but it's different here. I

My friend, Seyani has made some changes to your world, or maybe this world is like this, in short-"

Kratos stood up directly.

"They must become extinct today," he said.

The mage sat in his seat and looked at him. He pointed with his thumb at the bewildered boss behind the bar: "I admire your ability to act, but, Kratos, I finally found a restaurant willing to accommodate you.

In a coffee shop with topless customers, can you at least wait until I finish drinking the coffee and pay the bill before you stand up and say such horrible things?"

Kratos didn't answer, just stood there and looked at him.

The mage shrugged: "Okay, okay."

He stood up, cast a small forgetting spell on the boss, making him forget the incident, threw down two dollar bills from Wayne's house, opened the portal and left with Kratos.

He did not go directly to hell, the reason is very simple.

Even he can't ignore certain rules of magic and go directly to a place he has never been to. If he wants to go to hell, he has to find some believers of demons first - this is not difficult, the stinky water in every city

There are probably some people like this in the ditch. You only need to follow the smelliest place to find them. It can even be said to be very simple.

After all, devil believers are like shit - and they are big and thick. They lie in the toilet to remind you of their presence. They cannot be flushed three or four times and may even block the toilet.

This is why I recommend everyone to use a squat toilet.

After killing more than half a dozen demon believers with Kratos, the man they deliberately left behind finally spoke - in fact, the mage could have dug out the information he wanted from his brain from the beginning, but seeing

How could the devil believers not kill them? To say they were raped is an understatement. To pick out ten of these people and shoot them a hundred times would be too little.

From a long time ago, the mage will no longer show mercy to any demon believers - as long as he finds them, no one can leave his sight alive.

The man who was allowed to stay until the end, whether it was luck or misfortune, burst into tears. He knelt on the ground and said tremblingly: "I will tell you whatever you want to know! I will tell you whatever you want to know! Just let me go."

Ahh——”

Kratos pulled off his right hand with his hand expressionlessly, raised his right wrist, and pointed it at his head: "Speak, or die now."

"Then tell me what you want to know?! You just barged in without saying anything! Kill everyone!" The man collapsed. He actually started crying and even started calling his mother.

The mage nodded to Kratos: "Okay, you can kill him with his hands. I already know what we need."

Hearing this, the man stopped crying instantly: "Wait! Wait! I know a lot more -"

"Crack!"

With a soft sound, Kratos wiped the blood from his hand on the breeches he was wearing, then stretched out his hand, and the ax embedded in the skull of a demon believer flew over.

The mage reused their mutilated corpses according to the method in the man's memory.

Blood and broken limbs together formed the evil inverted pentagram formation on the ground. Kratos frowned: "Do you have to do this?"

"What? You feel uncomfortable?"

"No."

"It's not that I want to, Kratos. It's just that I can't ignore the basic working principles of magic and go directly to a place I've never been... So, if you don't mind, we still have to follow the methods in his mind.

Come and open a portal from hell to the human world."

"This is the summoning array."

"Yes, but no one stipulates that it can't be turned into a portal. You see, demons can come out through this door. I'll change it so that we can go in... Okay, get ready."

As his voice fell, the blood began to burn, and the body disappeared, as if it was slowly sinking into the ground. In a burst of blood-red light, a spiral portal was opened, and a twisted arm stretched out.

The half body of the demon followed, laughing wildly: "Mortal! Well done! As a reward for summoning me..."

Kratos stepped forward, grabbed its head off, crushed it with his feet, jumped up and jumped into the portal.

The mage followed closely behind.

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"Hey, Bruce. It's me, that's it. I want to invite Mr. He to my house... What? He's missing?"

"Okay, I think you're overreacting a little bit, Bruce. He's a good man. Even if he leaves, he's probably busy with his own business. You'd better stop making those offending speculations."

"What? I'm a 'naive idiot'? Hey, Bruce, you...Bruce? Hello?" Clark Kent reluctantly put down the phone in his hand, and his mother, Martha Kent, leaned against the wall and watched with a smile.

he.

The white-haired old woman asked: "Did you quarrel with him again?"

"We didn't quarrel. Mom, Bruce does have this kind of character. It's not like you don't know."

"The Mr. He you mentioned is missing?"

"That's what Bruce said..."

"I won't get involved in your affairs." After saying that, she left.

Clark Kent stood there, he nodded thoughtfully: "Well, it seems to be a quarrel."