Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Sir, Master Clark is missing."

The mage who was teaching Raven how to use magic stopped, turned around and asked, "Are you sure?"

Alfred had a sad look on his face, both personally and for the world, he was worried about Clark Kent and Superman.

"Yes, sir, the life locator used by Master Bruce to monitor Master Clark has disappeared, along with his mother, Martha Kent, and his girlfriend, Lois Lane."

The mage turned his head and said to Raven: "It seems that we are about to enter free practice time, my apprentice."

The girl with scarlet thorns on her forehead nodded slightly. Even though she no longer needed to suppress her feelings, it had become a habit over the years. It was obviously not something that could be changed in a day or two, but it was okay. A

A mage who can force himself to remain calm can gain the upper hand in any situation.

He walked towards Alfred and walked with the butler towards the underground Batcave. As he walked, he asked: "Can you confirm the accuracy of this news?"

"It is 100% confirmed that the detector was made by Master Clark himself and given to him. It used Kryptonian technology. Even when he flew into space for a long journey a few years ago, we were still able to detect his signal.

.But now it has completely disappeared, and it is not a life alarm, but the signal source has disappeared..." the old man answered with a worried look.

"Very good, I understand. Huh, things are really happening one after another, aren't they?" The mage exhaled and said.

"No more of that, Alfred. What did your master say?"

"He wanted to move and Jason held him down."

"Good boy, you did a good job. Just let that transvestite sit in the office obediently. I will handle this matter..." he said softly.

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The first thing Clark Kent felt was not pain, but some kind of weird nothingness.

He opened his eyes and found that he was in darkness, surrounded by silence. Even with his super hearing, he couldn't hear anything.

His hands were tied, and he tried to exert force, but found that his all-powerful strength had lost its effect at this time. The rope seemed to be able to absorb kinetic energy, and his strength was like a mud cow sinking into the sea.

Such advanced technology...

While he was worried, he couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous, even ridiculous.

Someone actually tied Superman's hands and feet with ropes.

He smiled, raised his hand, and blew out a stream of air from his mouth, instantly turning the special black rope into solid ice. Then he fired heat vision from his eyes, destroying the rope easily. He also used the same method on his legs.

Ways to untie the shackles.

He stood up and wanted to fly. But his biological stance did not respond to him as before. On the contrary, a sense of stickiness came over him.

A thousand times the gravity of the earth pressed down on him - but Superman could still bear it.

Superman stood up with a normal look on his face, which was a drop in the bucket for him. Although he never considered himself a god on earth, this title was most appropriate for him.

In the darkness, a voice began to speak to him: "Hello, Kal-El."

"Who's talking?" Superman shouted, "If you're going to talk to me, show yourself."

The voice chuckled twice, and he replied: "Believe me, Kal-El. You don't want to see my face, oh, I swear to your dead father... you never want to see it.

Arrived."

Superman was not angry. This kind of thing was not enough to make him lose his mind: "If your plan is to use such despicable means to disgust me verbally, you will not succeed."

The tone of the voice became softer and softer: "Are you sure...you really want to know who I am?"

Before Superman could answer, the darkness faded, the fluorescent lights came on, and a person he had never expected stood there, smiling at him.

Superman stepped back a few steps, and his super vision penetrated the man's body in an instant - he did exist, and he was indeed an earthling. He was not an illusion, nor was he a robot in disguise.

That's his biological father, Jor Al.

Clark Kent could never forget that face that was similar to his. Because of this, he was even more confused. Because he knew that it was impossible for Jor-El to do such a thing.

Could it be the artificial intelligence on his ship? But his character is exactly the same as the real Jor-El... There is no reason to do such a thing. Moreover, the real Jor-El is dead.

He was already dead the moment Krypton exploded.

"What? You don't want to say hello to me? We finally reunited as father and son... and you treat me like this?" The thing standing in his biological father's face said hypocritically.

Superman clenched his fists, feeling angry for the first time.

He replied in a deep voice: "You are not him. I don't know what you are, but you are definitely not him. The Jor Al I know would not kidnap my mother or my girlfriend. He would not even bring me here without saying a word.

Place, tie my hands and feet."

The thing was enraged: "Your mother?! Your - mother?! Your mother is Laura Elle, a Kryptonian! What does that have to do with that old damn Earth woman?"

They're just monkeys!"

A sarcastic smile appeared on Superman's lips: "Look, you are definitely not him. Jor Al told me personally that Kryptonians are not nobler than people on Earth. We are all the same, and a person's noble status has nothing to do with it.

His blood has nothing to do with it...it has everything to do with his heart."

The creature calmed down: "Say whatever you want, Kal-El. This is the fact. I am Jor-El, your biological father. Now, let me tell you something."

As he finished speaking, the white space around him changed again, from an empty space to a dark universe. Hundreds of Kryptonian battleships were floating in the universe. Superman's eyes penetrated the wall, and he could see these few

Hundreds of battleships are full of Kryptonian soldiers, fully armed and full of murderous intent.

The thing opened its hands and said in a fanatical tone: "Look, Kal Al! The reconstruction of Krypton is today! As long as we take the Earth!"

He pointed at Superman's back. Superman didn't need to look back to know that the earth was behind him.

"It seems this matter is inevitable." Clark Kent closed his eyes. At this moment, he was not Superman.

When he opened his eyes again, strong anger had filled his entire face: "Before I kill all of you - you'd better tell me where you got my mother and Louise."

The creature just smiled mockingly.