Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Kronos can't offer any advice or thoughts on Thane's battle with Darius - any suggestions?

The outcome of the battle was already determined from the beginning.

From his perspective, Darius is a good warrior among mortals. Even if he is thrown into space, such a person may be able to shine in a certain war. But if he cannot be defeated, he will be defeated.

However, his solid pace and powerful yet skillful attacks were unable to hurt Thain.

Not only did he know this, but the two people fighting also obviously knew this very well.

Thain turned slightly sideways to avoid Darius's insidious strike. He glanced at Darius with admiration. This move was full of imagination, and was nowhere to be found like an antelope hanging its horns. If it hadn't been for him

His reaction speed is much faster than that of ordinary people, and he will definitely be hit. But...

Even if it hits, the ax can't cut through his skin.

He took two steps back, looked at Darius who was sweating profusely, and said with a smile: "You played very well, boy."

Darius gasped and said nothing. After a while, he raised the giant ax in his hand again. Seeing this, Thain raised his eyebrows.

Kronos on the audience stage smiled.

Yes, it’s this kind of spirit. It’s this kind of will to do something even if the enemy is countless times stronger than oneself. Cronus knows that Darius grits his teeth and persists.

The reasons may not be the same as his, but they still make him feel the same way.

"Thank you for the compliment, General Thain. I may not be able to defeat you, but I must let you know one thing."

"oh?"

"I am the Hand of Noxus!"

Darius roared wildly, and ran towards Thain with a roar: "You don't need to prove this!"

It's just that his momentum is bluffing, he is already at the end of his strength.

Thain could tell this with just one glance. This time, he did not choose to dodge, allowing Darius's attacks to fail. On the contrary, he grabbed the black cutter and then used his empty

His left hand pressed on Darius's shoulder. His voice was thunderous, but his words were as gentle as spring.

"Of course you don't need my proof, boy, you are the Hand of Noxus."

Thain laughed loudly: "Even me, an old guy who has not been awake for long, has heard of your achievements. You led the elites of the empire to conquer cities and expand the territory. Let all those false kings roll away. They are made of the bones of the people.

You did a great job on the throne! From this point of view, you are a better Hand of Noxus than I am!"

"But what I want to test you is not whether you are qualified to be the Hand of Noxus." His smile faded in an instant, and his face became extremely serious. Darius looked up at him like a mountain.

With a calm face, his mouth felt dry, as if even the air around him had become viscous.

He heard Thane say slowly: "Let me tell you a story, Darius."

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After walking down from the snow-capped mountains, Racha's appearance had changed.

He wore a light yellow monk's robe, his thin arms became strong, the hair on his head was shaved clean, and a red cloth was wrapped around his left wrist. He did not salute and kept his hands empty. This is the gift of the walking monks.

Traditionally, they don’t bring anything with them and have to rely on themselves for food and accommodation.

Before going down the mountain, he asked the old man a question.

"Master, what does a walking monk do?"

"Don't you know?" The old man looked even more confused than he was.

Realizing that he had made a mistake, Racha quickly tried to make amends: "No, I mean, I know that the walking monks have to punish evil and promote good..."

"wrong."

The old man shook his head slowly: "Walking monks - to be honest, Racha, walking monks are very willful people. They do whatever they want to do. They are not punishing evil and promoting good, hoeing the strong and supporting the weak as you say.

.”

"But the walking monks in those stories..."

The old man smiled and spread his hands: "They are them, and you are you. Why keep trying to be others, Racha? You regard others as role models, why not let yourself become a role model?"

Make yourself a role model…

Racha muttered these words silently, and before he knew it, he had walked hundreds of miles in an instant. Such a speed was completely unimaginable to him in the past, but after walking out of the spiritual world, he had a lot of energy.

Got something else.

For example, the hot tattoo on his body is slowly squirming with the rise and fall of his muscles, and the grinning black dragon is walking around on his body, roaring wantonly. Racha just had a break in thinking, and he started again

It spanned hundreds of miles. He himself was surprised by this and stopped quickly.

But forcing him to stop caused him to fly hundreds of meters away and crash into a forest.

Wandering monk, walking monk...what kind of walking monk am I like this? Lying on the ground, Ratcha smiled bitterly to himself.

Just as he was complaining about himself, a lazy voice came from the tree above him: "Who is it? Why is it so noisy early in the morning?"

Racha's face became hot and he quickly got up from the ground. He patted the soil and branches and leaves on his body, made a serious look, bowed his head and saluted: "Excuse me——"

"Huh? Why do you smell like him?"

Racha felt a gust of fragrance coming over him. A white object passed before his eyes, and fluff scratched his nose. Racha gasped in pain. He quickly turned around and saw a woman wearing a hood.

Look at him curiously.

Her eyes were very clear, like a small animal, with a kind of pure curiosity: "Hey, you are a monk, right?"

"No, no, no, I am a walking monk."

"Walking monk? Don't monks have temples where they practice? Besides, you look nothing like those pedantic old men. Are you lying to me?"

Racha quickly waved his hand: "No, no, no, how dare I lie to others...Walking monks and monks are different. They practice inside the temple, and we practice outside."

She suddenly realized: "Oh! I understand, so you just can't find a house to live in!"

Racha smiled bitterly and said, "If you insist on saying that, it's true."

The woman laughed triumphantly: "You are an unlucky monk. Even if you have no place to live, you broke into my house early in the morning...but because you smell like him,

I won’t embarrass you anymore, just go away!”

"he?"

This time it was the woman's turn to be surprised: "Don't you know him?"

Racha's face was full of confusion: "Who are you talking about?"

The woman frowned. Only then did Racha notice her astonishing beauty and her natural charm. But the breathtaking beauty did not make Racha's mood fluctuate in the slightest. He himself was aware of this.

feel strange.

"It's just... he's just a very strange man, uh, he's very handsome! And his past experience was very bitter and vengeful! Is that true?" She frowned, trying to remember. "And he spoke.

Doing things is weird!" After thinking for a long time, she added this feature.

.......

I can match your description with a wig.

Racha shook his head: "Don't you know his name? Since he is such a person who impressed you so deeply."

The woman laughed awkwardly: "Hahaha, haha, hahaha..."

Keeping this matter in mind, Racha bowed to her: "I took the liberty of disturbing your morning, and I apologize for this. Now, if you don't mind-"

"--I mind!"

"Uh!" Racha made a surprised sound. The woman looked at his reaction and smiled: "It's okay, it's okay. I just thought it was fun to say that. You can go!"

"..." Racha blinked and saluted again. He said nothing and left.

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Darius returned to the barracks where his troops were stationed expressionlessly. His expressionless expression was obviously misunderstood, but Darius didn't bother to explain. What he heard was too bizarre, why bother telling these soldiers?

It will only add to their worries...

He took a breath and recalled what he had heard. Those warriors, the burning galaxy and the human expedition, all made his heart surge with excitement. But when he heard the end, looking at Thain's serious face, he

What I felt was a deep sense of powerlessness.

It turns out that what I have done so far is just a small fuss.

Sitting in his tent, he raised his head and looked at the Noxus logo hanging above the door curtain, and a wry smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Thane asked him to join him, then unify the entire Runeterra, and then lead them back to the dark galaxy to save billions of fellow humans who are in suffering. Compared with the prospects he described, Darius

I feel that what I have been doing is no different than playing house.

He agreed - he couldn't refuse, how could he refuse? Such a great cause, such a lofty ideal...

But what followed was not only excitement, but also distrust in one's own abilities.

He met Kronos, who came from among the stars. Both he and Thane agreed on Darius: Even warriors like them are nothing more than a warrior in such a war.

Chess pieces are tools that can be sacrificed at any time.

Darius couldn't help but ask himself: What is so special about me that Thain invites him to join? Even they are just victims, so what role can I play in such a war?

You must know that what a soldier fears most is not dying in a war, but dying in obscurity and with no effect. He must die on the way to charge. If he can't even see the enemy's face, he will be killed by artillery fire falling from the sky.

If it was easily destroyed, what use would the skills he had honed so far be of use?

War...

With this deep sense of powerlessness, Darius lowered his head for the first time.

the other side.

"What do you think of him?"

"which aspect?"

"every aspect."

Cronus nodded and replied calmly: "In every aspect, he is the best among mortals. Excellent, in some places he even reminds me of some of my brothers."

"It should be noted that sacrifice is the cornerstone of the empire. And those who have sacrificed the most for the empire are those respectable mortals. From this point of view, they are always protecting us."

"Ha!" Thain laughed loudly. "This is really a very high praise, but it's a pity that boy couldn't hear it."

Kronos said calmly: "If he were here, I wouldn't say that."

"What? Are you the kind of person who likes to suppress the arrogance of soldiers?"

"No." Cronus shook his head. "On the contrary, I have always believed that if we want to ensure the morale of the soldiers, we must make them feel that they are excellent at all times. Only in this way can we

They are forward-moving and full of courage. But he is different."

"What's the difference?" Thain asked.

"It's not what you think, Brother Thane." Kronos laughed. "His thoughts have been filled with doubts and self-deprecation. The compliments now will only fall on deaf ears, and then he will be more severely criticized.

Own."

Thain seemed a little at a loss at this time: "Well, what should I do?"

Looking at his confused face, Astartes closed his eyes and smiled: "You can do whatever you want. Brother Thane - no, calling you brother now will make me look too ungrateful."

He took a step back and knelt down on one knee: "You are now the original body."

Thane was silent for a while, and then his angry voice came from above Kronos: "Stand up!"

A huge force lifted Kronos up from the ground, and he saw a serious face, a face that belonged to a liberator, a face that was never willing to see any oppression again. He heard Sai

En said word by word: "Don't kneel down anymore...Brother Kronos, there is no difference between you and me."

"What does strength mean? If I am just stronger than you and can force you to kneel to me, then who am I?!" He became more and more excited as he spoke. "The reason why Noxus was established

, that is, everyone should have the right not to kneel down to those kings!"

He stared into Cronus's eyes, as if there were flames burning in his eyes: "...So, don't kneel to me anymore, brother Cronus."

Astartes smiled calmly: "Okay, Brother Thane."

A burst of discordant tea drinking interrupted the atmosphere. They looked back and found the mage with a leisurely expression looking at them while drinking tea. Noticing their gazes, the mage raised his hand in a very uneasy manner.

The tea cup in hand: "Don't pay attention to me, you continue."

The corners of Thain's eyes twitched: "Has he always been like this?"

"..." Kronos didn't answer. He sighed deeply. This mage is good at everything, except for one thing... Sometimes he really goes his own way.

Already.

However, perhaps this is also one of the characteristics of his character. This actually gives him a sense of reality as a human being, rather than a lofty and omnipotent god.

The mage said quietly: "I feel that you are thinking of something very rude, Cronus...be careful if I complain to him."

This time it was Kronos' turn to twitch at the corner of his eye.