Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"boom!"

Ku said that he was crawling on the ground like a dog. He was knocked out just now and knocked over the table.

As the master of the Kinkou Sect, he seemed powerless to fight back in front of this man. Even the energy in his body could not be used. They were as motionless as a pool of stagnant water.

"Do you know why I came to you?"

He refused to answer, but what he got was a burst of more severe pain. In the pain, he smiled: "Physical pain cannot make me give in, evil devil!"

"You called me a demon?"

The mage laughed dumbly. He was not going to talk to this bastard anymore. The so-called balance he upheld was meaningless to him - some of the words may have some truth, such as being kind to nature and being kind to others. But

In addition to these principles being known to everyone, the core concept they uphold is an out-and-out bastard idea.

The most ironic thing is that these defenders of balance themselves have not transcended the shackles of human beings. You are obviously a human being, but you don't regard your own kind as human beings?

Even the most arrogant mage in Karma Taj knows that his magic power needs to be used to shield ordinary people from the shadows from other dimensions.

Their spells will only be released on demons, ghosts, angels and scum. Civilians do not need to be aware of their existence, they just need to be protected by them.

And that paranoid mental patient Bruce Wayne has never been cruel to innocent civilians. Although he is a crazy transvestite and has a very dark psychology and does not trust anyone, he at least still stands on the side of mankind.

.

Even the witchers, who have been criticized as mutant hybrids, stand firmly on the side of humans - you have never seen a witcher who takes money from monsters to kill people, right?

"You don't understand that balance must be maintained! If the balance is broken, the disaster will spread to the entire Ionia! Can you take this responsibility?!" Kushuo's eyes widened in anger, and he stood in mid-air.

Zhong said fiercely.

"I can." The mage said calmly.

"Even if the world is destroyed, I can still bring it back, not to mention it's just a simple imbalance... What's more, whether it is such a thing is another matter, you stupid waste."

The corners of Ku Shuo's eyes twitched, and his attitude softened: "If you just want to be angry, then kill me, but please be sure not to break the balance. I beg you."

"Taking anger out? No, no, no, you think of me too lowly. The reason why I am angry is not because of you, although you are indeed a fool. But this time I am the stupid person."

He Shenyan laughed at himself: "Even I didn't expect that they did not die under the attack of evil spirits, but that their own kind came from thousands of miles away to wipe their necks in their sleep."

Ku Shuo suddenly felt uneasy: "What on earth do you want to do?"

"Aren't you always maintaining balance?" Two dots of red light lit up in the mage's eyes. Kushuo, who was staring into his eyes, couldn't help but have veins on his forehead. The great pain made him roll up the whites of his eyes. The mage put his soul into

Drag it out and throw it into the spiritual realm.

Ku said that in the pain of having his soul torn out alive, he saw thunder and storm roaring at each other in the spiritual realm, and countless malice turned into pure dark monsters and rushed out of the spiritual realm and came to reality.

People were devoured wantonly, mountains and rivers were broken, and the once beautiful scene of Ionia faded step by step. The sky turned into a blood-red rag, and Kushuo stood on the ground full of blood and corpses, watching all this

. He held up a pool of blood in front of him, his expression seemed to be crying and smiling. All of this was exactly the same as the scene he had seen before.

Behind him, He Shenyan's voice came: "...Now, the equilibrium is broken."

"No!" Kushuo screamed and then died. His soul dissipated into nothingness. The mage waved his hand in disgust to disperse the illusion in front of him. Where is the master? He can't even see a low-level illusion...

..On the contrary, this equilibrium is worthy of his study.

It is obvious that there is no absolute balance in the world. But from the memories seen in the minds of the two young men at the foot of the mountain and this bastard, this sect has lasted for at least hundreds of years. If there are just one or two fools

It's okay to believe in such a stupid dogma, but for hundreds of years, countless people have followed one after another?

There must be some other problem behind this.

He did not leave directly, but raised his head, and two figures who came from nowhere stood in front of him.

"Where is that soul? He escaped?!" The speaker was a black wolf. His huge body was like a black shadow, and his face was covered with a white mask.

"No, dear wolf. He disappeared." Another figure spoke. She was all white, with sheep's hooves. She wore a black mask, and her voice was ethereal and silent, with echoes of the dead.

The mage frowned: "Death? No, it's not like you...well, I'm starting to get interested."

The wolf turned and asked, "This human is special! Sheep! Can I hunt him?"

"No, Wolf. His death date has not yet come... Wait, I can't see his death date." Sheep's voice became confused, and in contrast was the silver-white long bow in her hand.

The wolf howled excitedly: "The escapee! He is an escapee! Hunt, I want to start the hunt!"

After it finished speaking, it pounced up and was slapped back by the mage. He Shenyan shook his hand in disgust: "You should be very suitable for being a police dog..."

"Come back, wolf." The sheep waved to the wolf, which was spinning dizzy on the spot, and it went back obediently.

The sheep said to the mage: "Where did you come from? Why can't I see your death?"

The wolf whispered behind her: "He's an escapee! Sheep, he's an escapee... We should hunt him down..."

"It seems that we all have a lot of problems with each other." He Shenyan spread his hands and continued: "But I have other things to solve now."

Hearing the rejection in his words, the sheep looked at him deeply and said in an ethereal voice: "We are Qianjue, humans. Remember us... until the day you die, we will come

By your side."

"What a novel parting word. You are really good at talking."

Watching them leave, the wolf kept calling the escapee three words, and was knocked on the head by the sheep with the silver-white long bow in his hand, and then he stopped talking. Their departure was as traceless as their appearance.

, only to suddenly disappear in the next moment.

The mage sighed regretfully: "Wild Death... This is really new, but it's a pity that we can't study it. It's a pity."