Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Albert has never hated his reticence so much. He used to be known as the loyal representative of the knights because of this virtue, but now, he would rather be a glib person.

The god obviously came to ask for sin. Although he didn't know where this powerful god came from and what his identity was. But the power could not be faked. If he found out that the prince really deliberately disobeyed his mission...

Albert gripped the giant ax tightly.

"Sir, the prince is just——"

"——Okay, you don't need to say anything more. Go back to your prince." The mage said to him calmly, and he himself stepped over the lion knight and walked down the steps.

"But I——!" Looking at the mage's leaving figure, Albert was speechless. He suddenly felt ridiculous. God's love for the world turned out to be more than words. Even if the prince disobeyed them to this extent,

But he still didn't punish him...

Albert knelt down on one knee again and made a pious salute towards the place where the mage left.

He Shenyan could feel that there was a crazy soul hidden in the darkness at the bottom of the stairs. His animality buried his reason, and even made the mage looking at his soul feel a little disgusted. But this thing couldn't help but wail crazily,

It's like calling someone.

He stepped into the door. A knight with twisted limbs like a beast was lying on the ground. He was huge and held a giant hammer that was constantly emitting cold air. Seeing the arrival of the mage, he did not attack, but started from

Whimpering sounds kept coming from his throat, as if he was begging for something.

He Shenyan shook his head. He could tell at a glance what this knight had gone through.

The inferior soul transformation method is reflected in the body, making him neither human nor ghost, let alone whether it is voluntary. This method will definitely cause the recipient to suffer great pain and will fall into complete madness.

"What do you want to say?"

This knight did not speak. No, he might want to answer. But the alienated body has lost the qualifications to be a human being, and even the qualifications to talk have also been lost.

He Shenyan stretched out a hand and pressed it on his cold armor, and the magic power poured into the soul of the knight with his mind. The mage closed his eyes and used exaggerated techniques that could be called miraculous to distort the knight to the extreme.

The soul has returned to its original appearance.

He opened his eyes and saw a man who had been shrunk many times but still looked very tall. He took off his helmet and threw it aside. Blood spilled from his lips and teeth. He reluctantly knelt down on one knee and said intermittently: "Thank you...

.Thank you, my lord. But I, a humble traitor, may not deserve this."

"Did you, did you see her?"

"who?"

The knight was stunned, and a wry smile appeared on his pale face: "Really? Even you, as a god, can't recognize her..."

"Cough——!" He coughed again, as if he wanted to cough out all the air in his lungs. The knight said with difficulty: "Saliwan, that villain...he betrayed his trust and still attacked her.

He turned her into a monster like me. Although I swore loyalty to him, I betrayed you and other gods. But Sullivan..."

Speaking of this, he seemed to have remembered something, and hope burst out in his eyes: "Is it still too late...? No, it's too late!"

"My lord, Irushil, in Irushil! Sullivan put the man-eating monster into the sacred place... But you can still save it all!"

The mage stared into the knight's eyes. The mysteries in this place were really one after another. There were so many that he began to enjoy them a little, reminding him of the feeling he had when playing Scrabble in the past.

"Irushil?"

This time it was the knight's turn to be confused: "Don't you know? But you are a god!"

"I never said I was a god, knight. By the way, I haven't asked your name yet."

"...Bordo of the Cold Valley, my lord. I am one of Sullivan's war knights." A wry smile appeared on his face, as if thinking about this name would only bring him deep shame and shame. Nothing can be done.

The mage glanced at him and introduced himself: "He Shenyan, a mage, nothing more. I'm not a god, I'm just a scholar who came to you out of interest."

"Are you from the East?"

"You can understand it that way."

The man suddenly fell to the ground. He seemed to be unable to stand. His face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye: "Sir, I beg you, I beg you to save her, save Iluxi..."

He disappeared before finishing his words, leaving behind a white soul floating in place.

The mage picked it up, which was convenient for him, and he directly looked through the knight's memory.

From that memory, the mage felt deep sorrow and helplessness. The heavy love was like some kind of secret that could never be told. It crushed the knight's shoulders and even made him willing to betray his beliefs, even at the cost of death. Be a wild beast.

Pope, Sullivan?

And the figure in his memory...

A dancer from Lenglie Valley?

The mage thought that he had seen too many miserable stories, so he would not feel pity easily. But... the facts always backfired time and time again.

He raised the soul belonging to Bordeaux high in his hand, as if calling someone. After a moment, the door of the hall automatically closed without any wind, making a bang.

The mage looked up and saw a blue shadow slowly appearing on the beams of the room. She was beautiful, but distorted into a human shape. She held two scimitars in her hands. One was exuding frost, and the other was burning with flames. She wears a beautiful tulle on her head, forming a long shadow behind her.

Beautiful yet unreal.

The dancer slowly descended along the beam. Even though she no longer looked human, her movements still carried the charm and beauty of dance. Even her movements like climbing down the beam were like those of a monster. They all seem to have a bit of beauty.

She lay down in front of the mage, just like Bordo before. The mage handed Bordo's soul to her.

The dancer awkwardly stretched out her hands that were no longer flexible due to the distortion of her limbs, and carefully held his soul. She held it to her chest and shook her body gently without making any sound.

He Shenyan watched this scene, he didn't say much, he just snapped his fingers.

The dancer suddenly covered her head and let out a scream. After a short period of pain, rationality returned. Sullivan's rough methods were expelled again by the mage. The dancer returned to normal and stood there. At this time, she She really looked like the dancer who could accompany the gods in Bordeaux's memory.

It's a pity that the person who watched her dance the most has passed away.