Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"What do you want to do?"

"What do you think?" The mage weighed the blue-gray soul in his hand, and all he felt from it was darkness and depth, as well as a deep nausea.

He threw his soul to Gwendoline nonchalantly. From Boldo's memory, he probably already understood what the fire transmission was about. This world is maintained by the burning of flames, however, since it is a flame, it must need fuel.

firewood.

Where does the firewood come from for this kind of flame that can keep the world going? The answer is simple: people with powerful power, or gods.

When Gwen first threw himself into the flames, this tradition began to continue. After an unknown number of years, countless people threw themselves into the flames to continue the world. Whether they were voluntary or forced. But

Sacrifice seems to have become a common thing in this world.

But there were still some questions, such as what happened to souls, immortals, and ashes. He made up his mind that he must study it if he had the chance.

As for Eldridge's soul... He glanced at the filthy soul in his hand and threw it to Gwendoline. This thing was of no use to him at all. If he looked through such memories, he might be disgusted.

I can't afford to eat during the New Year.

He is a cannibal after all.

"I'll leave it to you. It's one of the Fire Kings, right? I've been to the Fire Sacrifice before. The Fireless Ashes should be on their way soon. You can hand this soul over to them when you get there."

The mage waved his hand and said.

Gwendelin didn't say much. She wrapped the filthy soul in a ball of light and placed it on the side of the throne behind her. After doing all this, she turned to the mage and said: "You, no. Do you wish?"

Become a member of the Darkmoon Knights?"

"What do you think about me that makes me look like a knight?" He Shenyan said in a funny tone.

But Gwendelin did not laugh. She stared at the mage quietly and spoke slowly: "You have great power, but you are still willing to get along with me as an equal. Although I don't know where you come from, the power in your body cannot be faked."

.This is one of them. You have the virtue of humility."

"Secondly, you act righteously without asking for anything in return. This is also one of the virtues."

"Third..."

The mage interrupted the flattery that made him ashamed. He had not thought about it so much. From the past to the present, he just did what he thought of and just followed his heart. How could he be so noble?

"You think too highly of me, Ms. Gwendolen. In fact, I may not be worthy of so much praise."

The mage suddenly turned his head and looked at the exquisite door of this magnificent church. He smiled slightly: "It seems that your pope is right outside the door, madam."

As he finished speaking, the door exploded with a bang and flames erupted. The attackers tried to catch them off guard in this way. The mage didn't even bother to do anything. He just looked at the flames and they disappeared out of thin air.

"The method is good, but it's a bit lacking in imagination. Do you know what I would do if it were me?" He clasped his hands behind his back, as if he didn't take the current situation seriously at all.

After he finished speaking, the two doors that had been blasted to the inside of the hall flew back on their own, and the damaged areas damaged by the flames were repaired by themselves. Only then did the mage stretch out a hand, with a smile on his face.

A cold voice sounded in Gwendelin's ears: "Let me teach you how to use flames."

"Buzz--" A low buzz sounded, and the two doors began to tremble.

These two poor doors suffered misfortune again. If they were conscious, they would definitely curse. The door gradually changed its shape amidst the buzzing sound, from a product of metal and stone to pure magma. A lava giant took its place and stood.

In the same place, the hot temperature on his body even made the air begin to distort.

Gwendolin felt a burning sensation in her eyes as she stared at the giant. She quickly moved her eyes away. The giant roared and then rushed out. After a moment, she was carrying a person she was very familiar with and hated very much.

came back.

That was her pope, and he was the one who betrayed her.

Saliwan.

He didn't look too disappointed. The pope who had failed in his rebellion straightened up and tried his best to maintain his posture. A steady voice came from his black mask: "...You are still holding the staff, Lady Gwendolen.

.Throw it away, it’s poisonous. Don’t you find that you are much weaker than before?”

"What?!" Gwendelin quickly let go of her hand and let the long staff fall to the ground.

Seeing this, Sullivan laughed: "You are still as naive as before. Now that I have decided to rebel, why don't you do something small? How can the staff I gave you be just a gift?"

"But, but this was a long time ago... Could it be that you, a scheming villain, had already made up your mind to disobey the gods at that time?!" Gwendelin was startled at first, and then shouted sharply.

Sullivan did not answer. He turned to look at He Shenyan and shook his head gently: "To think that my plan would be disrupted by a sudden appearance... Where did you come from?"

"Suppose you are unlucky."

"Yes, I have always been unlucky." Sullivan laughed at himself humorously. He said with a smile: "I have tried my best to go from being an outcast in the world of painting to today. I thought I could overturn these false beliefs.

God..."

He Shenyan did not comment on his plan, after all, he knew nothing about it. But the magnanimity of the man in front of him surprised him.

He said: "False gods?"

"Yes, everyone in the world thinks that spreading fire is the key to the continuation of the world, but that is just a lie in order to continue to rule the world as gods! Gwen threw himself into the flames as firewood... It was just

In order to continue their rule, spreading fire is simply a lie!"

Sullivan suddenly became excited. He looked at the mage and said word by word: "If it were you, if you were a person with such a powerful power...you would definitely understand! All I did was

But for true freedom!"

The mage wanted to taunt him, could he cooperate with man-eating monsters for the sake of freedom? What's more, when he came to this magnificent residence of the gods from Lothric, what he saw was far more than just the corpses of knights.

Civilians were also littered with corpses.

But he didn't say it after all. The mage suddenly realized that he might be no different from him. In the name of saving the world, he was prepared to sacrifice a girl who knew nothing about it. Who did he have to accuse Sullivan of hypocrisy?

?

So, he just nodded silently: "Are you done?"

Sullivan just laughed hollowly.

The lava giant's huge fists slammed down.

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"Dang——dang——dang——"

An unknown bell rang throughout the cemetery, a sarcophagus was pushed open, and a man in knight armor stood up from it. He did not speak, seemed very quiet, and made no unnecessary movements.

He just picked up the shield and sword placed in the coffin and walked forward slowly.