Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The road leading from the depths of the cave to the underground abyss was several hundred meters long. Bahar didn't know it. He had killed a total of forty-five void monsters along the way. He also tried to write down the deeds on them at first.

Characteristics of being a human, but later on, he could only force himself to concentrate on killing.

There is no other reason. As he advances, the corruption of the monsters who come to stop him becomes deeper and deeper. At first, it was just some simple arthropod mutations, and at most, it was just some more disgusting eyes on the body.

That's it. But later on, let alone the human form, Bahar even suspected that he was in a nightmare - he had never seen anything so blasphemous.

After killing the monster in front of him again with the Claw of Doom, he walked tiredly over the fallen corpse and stepped on the sticky carpet to the end of the cave. The disgusting purple light soon spread.

The warrior's face was filled with tears, and he remained unmoved. He stretched out his hand to hold the Eye of Lissandra hanging around his neck, and silently recited the prayers of the priests.

He took a step, just one step, and a change occurred in an instant - the fungi under his feet opened their eyes hidden under the thick mucus. Bahar looked down, and saw those countless vertical pupils.

Looking at him with the same malice. Hunger, greed, and malice towards the living made Bahar clenched his teeth and forced himself to look away.

But the void would not let him go, and the void would not let anyone go. The fungus blanket moved in waves amidst a burst of grunting sounds, and Bahar fell heavily to the ground. He originally thought he would be swallowed, but the fungus blanket did not

Immediately, they stood up, and in that creepy grunting sound, they gradually formed the most blasphemous thing Bahar had ever seen in his life.

The four-meter-tall monster standing in front of him was constantly dripping mucus, and it grew a hard carapace in a few seconds. In the purple gaps, there were countless eyes peering out.

, they opened and closed, as if endless tentacles emerged from behind it. The grunting sound became louder and louder.

"Oh, the ice protects me..." Bahar muttered to himself and climbed up from the ground, holding the Claw of Doom in his hand. He knew that his death was coming - this was not a monster he could fight against.

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But a warrior must die standing.

"For Lissandra!" He roared and started to charge, but in the next moment he was hit by those tentacles and flew backwards. He was hit on the rock wall, feeling that every bone in his body was protesting to him.

, Bahar didn’t know how many bones he had broken and how many tendons he had ruptured, but he still stood up again. He stood up tremblingly.

With just that one encounter, he was sure that this was something he couldn't deal with - its power was too great and its speed was so fast that he couldn't see it at all. And fighting it in such a small place was tantamount to asking for death.

road.

But it didn't matter. He was here to die. Bahar bit his tongue to let the pain dissipate the dizziness in his mind. He bared his teeth and laughed softly.

He could hardly hold the Claw of Doom, and it was obviously impossible to stand up again, but some unknown will made him stand up. Beyond human physiological functions, blood overflowed from his lips and teeth.

The warrior shouted Lissandra's name inarticulately and rushed forward again.

But the result would not be different. He was caught by those tentacles, and when he was about to be cut into pieces, the loud sound of chain saws sounded in the cave.

Bahar heard a strange war cry. He didn't understand what the language was, but the emotion contained in it made him absolutely certain that it was a war cry. And the sound was loud and terrifying. Then, the creature that grabbed him

He actually let out a cry.

Its scream was so harsh, but Bahar couldn't help laughing wildly: His pain is my honey! He was thrown to the ground like garbage, and Bahar struggled to move his neck.

Let yourself see who is fighting this thing. It doesn't matter if you don't see it. When he saw it, he was immediately stunned.

The ice is up there—what the hell is that?

The gleaming purple light in the cave never faded, and he was able to use this blasphemous light to see how tall the warrior who was fighting the void monster was. Bahar bet that his whole body was wrapped in thick blue

Under the armor, the armor looked very heavy, but his movements were as fast as lightning. Bahar could not see clearly how he waved the sword in his hand.

Within two or three rounds, the terrifying monster was cut open by the warrior with the spinning blade in his hand. It let out a last disturbing scream, and then fell. The warrior stepped over its body,

Come to Bahar.

The serious and gloomy helmet visor could not make anyone feel any kindness, but through the scarlet eyepiece, for some reason, Bahar was convinced that he was praying for himself.

Using his last bit of strength, before the sheep spirit came to him, Bahar untied the package from his belt. His speech was slurred, his voice was dripping, and he didn't even have the strength to hand the bag to the warrior. He could only

Let it slip to the ground - the soldier quickly reached out his hand and grabbed it immediately.

"Sealing runes - you, you must... you must stop them!" After saying the last words, he fell into boundless darkness.

The warrior lowered his head and glanced at the bag, and he hung it solemnly in the gap of his shoulder armor. Then, the language from another world sounded in this cave full of blasphemy and human courage: "May your soul

Go to him."

He turned around, came to the end of the cave and looked down. The endless purple light reflected the cave full of evil meaning. This made him unbearably let out a cold snort of disdain, and then jumped down dozens of meters.

Distance meant nothing to him. He landed heavily, and those dirty germ blankets were crushed by his feet, causing mucus to splash.

His heavy footsteps sounded on the ice wall. According to what the mage said, he came to the center, squatted down and took out a small black glass bottle. In terms of his size, it was bigger than a toothpick.

It was small. But the warrior's hands controlled the power steadily and finely. He carefully and very quickly opened the cap of the glass bottle and poured out the liquid inside.

The viscous liquid spontaneously formed a circle on the purple-light ice surface, and then the air began to boil. The warrior stood up and took a step back, staring at the scene in front of him. He could feel a sense of oppression gradually condensing.

, however, it is still within the acceptable range.

With a burst of explosions, the ice surface collapsed, revealing the trembling purple roots underneath. The soldier looked at this huge blasphemy with disgust, especially the purple-pink color mixture that reminded him of

Another thing that was also the enemy of mankind. He gripped the chain sword tightly and was about to jump down and completely destroy this thing when the mage's voice sounded behind him.

"Don't jump down yet, Kronos."

Cronus looked back and found that the mysterious mage he had met before was walking out of a portal. He said expressionlessly: "Go up, there are other mortals above who need your help - this thing

Just leave it to me."

"Have you solved them?"

"Yes." He Shenyan nodded. He stretched out his hand to summon a portal to the ground and sent Kronos up.

The beating and trembling purple rhizome in front of him seemed to have encountered something. Countless thick blood vessels penetrated the ground and attacked the mage. He Shenyan did not dodge, and he didn't even bother to take action, and those blood vessels turned into ashes.

"If you don't talk about anything else...it's enough to make me sick that you guys look like this."

Coming out of the portal, what Kronos saw was the thing he was most familiar with - war.

Thousands of mortal soldiers are fighting against those void creatures that are several times their size. They are fighting very well and bravely, but it is completely useless. But... for mortals, or mortals with such backward technology, it is enough

What really caught his attention was a very tall creature that looked like a goat. He waved the war hammer in his hand, and every blow would cause the earth to tremble, and the insects would be killed and injured countless times while the flames were spitting out.

He appeared behind the void creatures. These disgusting bugs that appeared above the ground were not as huge and wild as their underground counterparts. On the contrary, they were smaller in size, but they all had fangs or claws that glowed green.

, many species that fly in the sky even have arm-length tail needles.

Less than a minute after Kronos walked out of the portal, he was immediately discovered by those abominable creatures. They made unbearable and unpleasant screams and rushed towards him. He turned slightly sideways and used his left shoulder to

The shoulder armor resisted the attack of an insect the size of a calf, and the Mark 10 Hell Tooth Chain Sword in his right hand roared.

This absolute murderous weapon immediately cut open the hard carapace of the insect, and the disgusting mucus splashed out on Cronos' body. He had long been accustomed to this. He exerted force on his hind legs, pushed forward, and

The insect that fell from the sky was pushed away by him. Cronus did not continue to pay attention to the insect. He was confident in his own strength. Even if the insect was not dead, it could not get up.

On the other side, Lissandra quickly noticed the big man who suddenly appeared. The Frost Witch didn't care about his identity - as long as he was killing the void, everything else could be left alone.

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Over the mountains...over the mountains, over the mountains.

If I had to summarize the journey between Kedar and Sejuani, these four words would be enough to explain everything. Sometimes, Kedar would wonder if he was really old - when he looked at the road down the mountain, his calves

There will be a slight tremor. This has never happened before.

Sejuani followed him, carrying a small package on her shoulder. It was the bear meat they had eaten. There was not much left, but in front of him was Nelzayag. He could already see the unique features of Winter's Claw.

The tribal flag danced with the cold wind in front of the camp. Sejuani was particularly excited, but she held back, which surprised Kedar.

"Aren't you happy to be back in the tribe?" he asked.

"I'm very happy, but Grandma Xi Jian said that a war mother should not let anyone see what she is thinking, including your relatives." The little guy said seriously, the ax on his waist kept poking her as she walked.

Her belly, but Sejuani seemed used to it.

Kedar smiled and shook his head: "She always likes to do some mysterious things like this..."

They didn't walk fast, but the soldier in charge of sentry obviously had good eyesight and saw them both at once. The guy held a long bow, first blew the horn, and then ran over on his own.

"Sejuani?" He looked at the girl first, then pointed the longbow at Kedar: "Who are you?"

"Kedar Low Darwell."

Sejuani glared at him, and then added four words: "...Winter's Claw."

The guy holding the longbow suddenly changed his expression. Fortunately, the footsteps behind him gave him confidence. Without putting down the bow, he continued to point at Kedar and said, "How dare you come back?"