Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

First there is the void, and then there is this evil weapon that can extend people's lifespan that comes from nowhere. Moreover, there is a mysterious mage organization in the old man's memory.

He Shenyan only thought it was a miracle that Shurima could still exist to this day.

There are different ways to use evil weapons, and the one he has is the simplest one. As long as you carry it and then eat people. It will restrain the soul of the victim and let their flesh and blood build up your own body. And you will be harmed.

The soul of the person will enhance the power of the evil weapon itself, making the life-extending effect even better.

He Shenyan raised his head, and there was a group of guards walking towards him opposite him. The identity of that woman was very special. She had lived for two hundred years. She had eaten countless people, including her own descendants. The identity she currently uses,

She is her own daughter. And her 'self' is the wife of the city lord.

He Shenyan shook his head slightly, and the guards were extremely nervous. The informant told them that the man in front of them was a mage, and mages were not popular in Valoran. They can cause a lot of damage due to their natural magic power, so to speak.

Mages represent trouble to a certain extent. But they are not difficult to deal with. As long as you get close, no matter how strong the mages are, they will become weak because they have no time to cast spells.

They quickly rushed to He Shenyan without any unnecessary nonsense. The city lord's order was to kill him, and a guard wearing a brand new chainmail stabbed him with a spear in his hand. The mage grinned, and he read his mind.

What was the guard thinking when he arrived: As long as I'm close, he can't use that damn magic!

"The issue is..."

He Shenyan raised his hand and accurately grasped the barrel of the spear he was stabbing at. Then he pulled back, grabbed the barrel of the gun, turned it around, and held it in his hand: "I don't need to use magic to beat you."

A minute later, he walked towards the city lord's palace, leaving behind wailing guards and a broken gun.

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The Garden City is just around the corner.

Crossing the yellow sand, Jax patted his mask, letting the sand that stubbornly stuck to his mask fall away. This is what happens in Shurima, sometimes you even have to walk a few hundred meters.

Stop, take off your boots, and pour out all the sand.

Along the way, he passed seven quicksand traps and killed an entire group of sand pirates. He even had to knock out a grumpy Scarash. Too bad, he really didn't know where that thing came from. Logically speaking,

Scarash has an owner.

"Skalash are found all over Shurima and are well adapted to the harsh desert climate. Although they are notoriously violent and untamable, they are still highly revered by the locals. Their fur is painted with sacred symbols of protection.

Remember, totems and amulets hang from the horns. Owning a Sklash is a symbol of prosperity."

Jax thought of the scholar he met during his travels. He was compiling a chronicle of customs across Valoran. The article about Shurima was full of errors and biases, but when it came to Sklash, he

That's right - there's just one thing Jax didn't tell him.

A violent Sklash is an absolute nightmare for people. Think about it. A huge beast several meters tall, breathing heavily, rushing towards you. The two ferocious horns on the top of its head, regardless of any armor.

None of them could resist. But for Jax, he didn't need to resist. He just jumped, then rounded the lamppost, and knocked Naskalash unconscious with one blow.

There were no guards at the gate of the Garden City, which surprised Jax. He didn't understand. Could it be that the security in this place had improved since he hadn't been back for a few years? There was no need for guards to search those who came in? You know

, every day there are scavengers and bandits outside the city trying to sneak into the city.

However, he didn't care so much. When he walked into the city, the first thing he saw was the guards lying on the ground. Every household had their doors and windows closed. This Shurima oasis and garden city was as silent as a tomb at this time.

.

"Well, trouble comes one after another."

Jax sighed. He had long been accustomed to things related to the void ending up like this. He raised his head and found that a spire building in the center of the city was on fire, and screams and calls to kill came from there.

He squatted slightly, jumped onto the roof of a house seven or eight meters high, and then ran quickly on the roofs made of bricks. In just a few minutes, he approached the center of the city. Jax squatted carefully

Behind the roof, no one noticed him for the time being, which was good, he didn't want to get into trouble.

There were guards everywhere holding large shields and spears. There were also archers standing ready on the roofs on all sides, but they obviously did not dare to make any move.

There is no other reason.

Jax squinted his eyes and looked up. A man in a luxurious robe was floating on the top of the tower. There was no place to stand at his feet. The whole figure seemed to be held up by something inexplicably and hung in the air.

He kept screaming. But no matter whether he begged for mercy, cursed, cried or promised benefits, it was all in vain. The man in black robe standing on the balcony on the top of the tower opposite him didn't even look at him. He just lowered his head and played with the one in his hand.

Little gold ring.

Jax saw his lips moving, then smiled sarcastically, and threw the city lord down. He moved his head away, not wanting to see that scene. Jax had killed many people, but if he was asked to choose one

The most unacceptable way to die is probably falling from a height.

The man disappeared into the tower, and the guards didn't know what to do. Jax didn't see a steward come out to control the situation. He couldn't help but curse, why, doesn't this city lord even have a steward?

The man who had caused such a commotion was gone, and Jax muttered to himself: "Troubled times..."

"yes, I agree."

A voice came from behind him. Jax immediately ducked and poked the lamppost back like a carbine, but there was no response. Even the lamppost disappeared from his hand in the next second... He felt a shiver in his heart.

, looking back, the man in black robe whom he had just met was standing behind him, holding his lamppost in his hand.

"Interesting, what kind of flame is this?" the man asked, looking at the burning flame on the top of his lamppost.

"Who are you?" Jax was ready to fight for his life. He asked to distract the man's attention while tightening the muscles in his legs.

Unexpectedly, the man returned the lamppost to him.

"Wanderer, mage, scholar. By the way, you smell of them."

"......What?"

Jax is a little confused, are they?

"Void."