Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"You're more than just a dancer, right?"

"You're not just a scholar, right?"

There was a coldness in the dancer's voice. It's hard to tell whether it was born this way or acquired. She hugged Bordo's soul, knelt down on the ground, and spoke softly.

"Yes." He Shenyan nodded: "But I can be just a scholar, or I can't be."

The dancer glanced at him, raised her hand and took off her veil. She was very beautiful, with countless sorrows on her face: "O strange scholar, thank you for saving me from madness."

"If you have anything to say, just say it." He Shenyan knew that she still had something to say.

But unexpectedly, the dancer refused.

She had a miserable but happy smile on her face: "No, how can we let you put yourself in danger? This is our responsibility after all... You have done enough, please leave.

"

After saying that, she left with the illusory light spot in her arms and threw down the two swords on the ground. The mage watched her leaving back without saying much. He respected everyone's choice, but he also had

Your own choice.

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Anor Londo, the residence of the highest gods.

Gwendolen trembled and raised the long staff in her hand. The black mud in front of her lay quietly on the ground, and the bones that had been swallowed by it continued to surge on it. Gwendolin could even hear the screams of some of the tragic dead.

.This blasphemous thing can actually appear openly in the most sacred place in the world——!

"How presumptuous! Desecrating the abode of the gods..." She panted, trying her best to maintain the majesty of a god, but at this moment her weak appearance looked more like a sickly beauty. Her spells were very effective against the black mud.

It was completely ineffective, not to mention that she herself was not very powerful among the gods, she was just quite accomplished in illusion.

She was wearing a complicated and gorgeous white robe. The style was very exquisite, but it was stained with a little dust. Obviously, this god was a little embarrassed in avoiding the attack.

Several white snake tails were looming at the end of the robe. The gorgeous mask that was once used to hide her face had long been lost on the ground in dodging attacks, revealing her pale and delicate and beautiful face. Her long white hair fell down her forehead. Not only was there no loss,

Her beauty, on the contrary, adds a bit of color.

But at this time, the anger on Gwendelin's face was almost uncontrollable.

The black mud made a gurgling sound, and it actually spoke, its voice like the echo of thousands of dead people.

"Ah... Gwendolen, Shadow Sun. Even a great god like you will eventually be swallowed by me... But don't worry. You will sleep in my body like everyone else,

The profoundness will bring peace to everyone, and we will quietly wait for the flames to extinguish until the fireless era comes..."

"You..." Gwendelin looked at it with hatred and said nothing. The long staff in her hand lit up again, and the golden arrow shot out, but it sank into the black mud body like a mud cow entering the sea, without any trace.

movement.

The black mud rushed towards Gwendolin in a surge. She had no way to avoid it. Behind her was the throne that symbolized the power of the gods. Gwendolin was heartbroken. She simply closed her eyes and hugged the long hair in her hands tightly.

The staff was instilled with power, and he was determined to make this madman suffer even if he died.

However, the imagined pain did not come.

Gwendelin opened her eyes in confusion. Could it be that this man-eating maniac was slowly torturing her? Or was it that he had changed his gender?

But what she saw shocked her. The black mud was blocked by a man with one hand, and illusory flames burst out from that slender hand, completely melting the black mud in an instant. Eldridge was

For the soul of King Xin, that filthy soul lay quietly on the ground.

"Who are you?!"

How is it possible...? He defeated the Deep Saint, Eldridge, with just one move?

The man turned around. He had pale skin and was almost devilishly handsome: "Just a scholar. Hello, Gwendelin...Ms.?"

"Wait, you're a lady, right?"

If in normal times, anyone who dared to ask such rude questions would have been thrown into jail by Gwendelin, but the situation at this moment was special, not to mention, Gwendelin also felt the powerful power in his body. She said slowly: "Gender is different from the gods.

It’s meaningless to me. Strange scholar, thank you for your helping hand.”

She looked at the ground wet with black mud in disgust, and the long staff in her hand flashed with white light, clearing away all the disgusting substances.

"Then I'll call you madam." The mage shrugged. He actually didn't care much about these things, but this god obviously cared about his identity very much. Or maybe she regarded this as a responsibility?

He glanced at the several snake tails under Gwendolen's white robe without leaving any trace, but even this short glance was noticed by her.

Gwendelin retracted her tail angrily, with a hint of pink on her face: "You! What are you looking at?!"

"Ahem." He Shenyan coughed. He knew it was his fault. But he was indeed very curious about those white tails.

"I apologize, ma'am."

"I accepted." She straightened her clothes and stood up straighter again. The mage visually estimated that she was close to three meters tall. The beautiful god said slowly: "Scholar, thank you for helping me safeguard the dignity of the Gods. Then

The abominable treacherous man dared to unleash this man-eating beast..."

"If it weren't for you, I might have..." She didn't continue. The mage was a little surprised. He thought that this face-saving god would stick to his identity and say something like I can do something even if you don't come.

But she's obviously very honest.

"Scholar, as a god, I should give you a reward, but the situation at this time is special. Please forgive me. If you are willing, you can wait here for a moment. I will summon the Dark Moon Knights to punish those who dare to disobey the gods.

Crusade...after that, you will be rewarded."

"I need no reward, Lady Gwendolen."

The mage said calmly, but unexpectedly, this sentence made her raise her eyebrows angrily. Just because of her sickly temperament and beauty, her anger had no deterrent effect at all. On the contrary, she looked a bit cute. The mage looked at it.

She hung the face-covering golden helmet on the ground, thinking to herself, no wonder you need this thing.

"How can this be so?! I am Shadow Sun, Gwendelin. Just wait here."

"No, ma'am, I really don't need any reward...To be honest, I just want to know some knowledge."

"For example, the truth about spreading fire. But I don't need you to tell me."

The mage walked aside and picked up Eldridge's soul from the ground.