Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

There is no doubt that the Astartes possess superhuman strength.

Otherwise, how could they be called the Emperor's death angels? Various honors and glorious titles can be crowned on their heads, but for Cronus, he no longer needs those things to prove.

My own bravery.

He is part of the legend himself, you could even say that.

Cronus Tiberius is the legend itself.

The Astartes have no blood or tears, and most of them will not shed a tear when they die. For superhuman beings like them, perhaps only one thing can affect their emotions.

At this moment, Kronos was looking at He Shenyan blankly, his otherworldly face expressionless, and there was no so-called emotional fluctuations in his blue pupils. But those two lines

The tears were real, they slid down slowly, dripping on Kronos's shoulder armor, and then continued down, until they reached the sacred prayers hanging on his armor.

"...is that true?"

I don't know how long it took before Kronos trembled and asked this sentence.

"I'm not bad enough to joke about this kind of thing, Kronos."

Astarte lowered his head and said in a low voice that was unfamiliar to him: "I know - I just can't believe this is true."

His reaction was as expected by He Shenyan. The mage was not the kind of person who particularly liked to see others embarrassed. He simply changed the subject: "How are you doing here?"

"Not bad." When talking about his actions here, Kronos couldn't help but smile.

The military literacy and character of the Noxians are simply born for war, but what makes Kronos most satisfied is not this. It is the fact that they have not lost it no matter what the circumstances.

The sense of honor is particularly important.

If a person loves the battle itself and has to fight all year round, some changes will occur in his heart. This is inevitable. Human beings will always be changed by the environment. But such changes are often not in a good direction.

To change, even Kronos.

The war has changed him forever, as well as these mortals. But he has the blessing of the Emperor, the strict code from the Legion, and his own superhuman willpower. With these things, he can restrain himself, but in ordinary life

People don't have these things. Under such circumstances, the sense of honor is particularly important.

It was the sense of honor that kept them from killing women and children and becoming as corrupt as some of his brothers. From another perspective, it was also the sense of honor that saved them.

Kronos said: "However, there is only one drawback."

"oh?"

Astartes rubbed his brows in annoyance: "Noxus currently only has one battlefield, which has resulted in a large number of soldiers with nothing to do. In order to let their excess energy be consumed, I had to open a

A military fighting arena.”

From the look on his face and the following narration, He Shenyan could tell that Cronus was helpless about this matter.

After all, this is different from a friendly mutual discussion. Battles in military arenas are often extremely cruel. The nature and culture of the Noxians make them worship the strong, and the fallen will not be killed even if they are killed.

No complaints against the winner.

"What about you? Your vacation should be pretty good, right?" Cronus asked. The short greetings of these parents did not seem to make him impatient. On the contrary, Cronus seemed to be very touched by the mage's experience of going on vacation.

interest.

"Don't mention it..." He Shenyan rolled his eyes.

He clapped his fingers and said one thing after another: "The thing I did the most during the entire vacation was to tease a little girl, asking her to run errands for me every day to get cold beer, and then cast a spell to turn the beer into juice.

Give her a drink."

"Besides... I also turned a former overlord of the universe, a lunatic with some mental problems, into an Earthling and let him farm in the countryside."

For some reason, Cronus suddenly regretted asking this question.

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Thanos walked into a convenience store. The owner, a black man, stood behind the specially reinforced counter and looked at him through the glass: "What do you want, man?"

"I heard you sell some special stuff here."

The black man laughed lukewarmly: "It depends on whether you are a special person, man - you understand what I mean, right?"

"Makili introduced me."

"Which Makili?"

"Don't you know him?" Thanos asked back. "Makili, who owns a fishing equipment store on East Third Street."

The black man nodded: "Of course I know that bastard, I just want to confirm. Come with me."

After saying that, he walked out from behind the counter and took Thanos to the back door of the store, not forgetting to close his own door before leaving.

They walked out of the back door of the convenience store for about ten minutes before crossing the alley and arriving at a very secret garage.

The black man took out the electric key from his pocket and opened the door. Then, what appeared in front of Thanos and him was a whole wall of weapons.

The black man clapped his hands triumphantly. The gap between his front teeth was very wide, which looked quite funny: "Man, these are all top-quality goods, my private collection. For the sake of Makili, I let them

You pick two."

"Do you have any recommendations?"

"That depends on what your needs are."

The black man came to the garage and turned on the light. He picked up a silver large-caliber revolver from the shelf nearby. It had a brown grip and looked extremely beautiful: "'Anaconda', a large caliber, can kill people with one shot."

If a person falls down, there is no use wearing a body armor. The kinetic energy can cause the person who was hit to break his bones directly."

He made a gesture and grinned. He put down the gun with a smile, turned around and picked up another shotgun, and smelled the gun with great enjoyment: "M870, reliable old man. Don't do it."

It doesn’t look amazing, but with this thing, you can make the people in front of you fall down like wheat being harvested.”

"Is there a fully automatic one?"

Thanos' abrupt words made the black man narrow his eyes. He touched his chin and said: "Man...you should know that automatic weapons are illegal in this state, right?"

"Yes."

"Then you also know that we just killed a dozen school shooters last year, right?"

"I know."

The black man laughed twice more lukewarmly: "I brought you to my small warehouse for Majili's sake. Man, you have to understand one thing for me - although I never ask people

What are you buying a gun for, but don’t even think about using the goods I sold you to do some bullshit against humanity, do you understand?”

Thanos' expression remained calm, and he asked: "Do you know Mrs. Jackson?"

The black man's eyes changed slightly: "...I know, what's wrong?"

Guma

"I found out which bastards did it, and now I'm going to kill them."

"Can't you call the police?" The black man was still a little confused.

Thanos smiled: "If calling the police is useful, I will. But believe me, calling the police will not let them get the punishment they deserve. On the contrary, it will only make them more rampant."

Staring into Thanos' eyes, the black man was sure of one thing: he wasn't lying.

At least he didn't when it came to killing people.

The tense atmosphere suddenly disappeared. The black man scratched his head in annoyance and suddenly stretched out his right hand: "Buck, Buck Eugene."

"Thanos Lovells."

The two shook hands, and Buck turned his back and pulled out a black suitcase from under the row of weapons on display. He stuffed the box into Thanos's arms with a serious face: "Open it when you get back. There are instructions inside.

, any idiot can assemble it according to the instructions. There are still two hundred rounds of ammunition in the box, which is enough for you."

He picked up the python revolver again, took a large travel bag, and threw the revolver and shotgun into it, followed by a pile of boxed bullets. After doing all this, Buck said with a very unhappy expression: "Forget it.

You have eight hundred dollars - in cash, is there any problem?"

"No."

Thanos paid the bill neatly, and they returned to the convenience store. Buck had changed his expression. He threw a bottle of wine wrapped in a brown paper bag to Thanos and said, "Just think of it as me."

A thank you gift for you, man."

"What thank you gift?"

"Thank you for avenging Mrs. Jackson." Buck gritted his teeth and said. "I haven't drank for many years, but if you succeed and I see the news on TV, I will have a drink."

Thanos smiled, turned around and left the convenience store.

At six o'clock that night, he took a detour and returned to his home. Locking the wooden door, Thanos threw the travel bag on the ground, put the black suitcase on the table, and slowly opened it. What caught his eye was a

The prototype of a firearm is, to be precise, its separated parts.

Buck didn't lie, there was indeed an instruction manual inside. But Thanos didn't need this thing, so he installed this exquisite treasure in just a few clicks. Holding it in his hand, the short but powerful feeling made Thanos feel a little nostalgic.

He hasn't used a gun in a long time.

Along with the gun, there were three magazines. Thanos just sat in his living room, turning off the lights and started loading bullets.

He wasn't very angry, just felt a little confused.

The human network is a good thing, at least for Thanos. He broke through those loopholes with ease. Through surveillance and hours of hard work, Thanos easily found out who the murderer was. He

Unexpectedly, the murderer was not a serial killer passing by, but three high school students from the city.

Their families are well off and they spend their days pursuing pleasure. They only need to wait for the right time to inherit the wealth accumulated by their families for generations. Under such circumstances, they will naturally develop a mentality of 'the world is in my hands'.

North didn't quite believe that they would do such a thing until he hacked into the three bastards' phones.

The chat records there made him more and more confused: Why would three teenagers have such thoughts?

They didn't talk about sports, games, their parents or the beautiful girls in school. Instead, they talked about murder, blood and similar things all day long. What he couldn't understand the most was that these three children

The direct reason for wanting to do such evil things is just to join a secret 'brotherhood' organization.

Is killing just a pastime and a proof for you?

Thanos thought again of Mrs. Jackson's face and the way she looked when she scolded him.

He thought that he was beginning to understand why the mage turned him into a human and threw him here. But he still didn't understand what the use of those books was.

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The buildings of the people of Demacia always seem to be so magnificent, and their architectural styles are in the same vein as them. They are both gorgeous and rigid, and the Noxians would call them 'not useful but beautiful' with contempt.

In fact, not everyone in Demacia likes this style.

But who cares about what a few people think?

With this thought, Marsino walked among the distinguished guests at the banquet with an impeccable smile on his face. His etiquette, clothing, appearance and even every handshake and bow made people feel good.

.But only he knows what he is thinking in his heart.

If he was forced to say it, Marsino hoped that everyone here would die. God knows how much he wanted this to happen immediately.

Damn it...! Our soldiers are being slaughtered one by one by Noxian barbarians on the front lines, but you are holding such a banquet in the rear!

His eyes swept over the exquisite tableware. Even a fork here could be sold for a high price.

"Ah, isn't this our young Lord Marsino? Come on, Marsino! Come here!"

An enthusiastic voice called him over. Marsino turned his head and saw a lady with gray hair, but still very well-maintained, waving to him enthusiastically.

Marsino immediately greeted her. With a perfect smile, he greeted the lady with a kiss: "Hello, Mrs. Du Bois."

"Why are you so outgoing, Marsino?" Mrs. Du Bois patted the back of his hand with a cautious expression, then took his hand affectionately and led him to a secluded corner.

.

Here, they can talk quietly for a while.

Almost as soon as he arrived, the smile on Marsino's face disappeared and he asked expressionlessly: "How is the front line?"

Mrs. Du Bois still had that smile, but there was no smile in her eyes: "The defense line has been breached, and the Noxians will arrive in the capital tomorrow afternoon at the latest. By then, all of Germany will

Everyone in Marcia can see their damn black and red armor."

"What about the situation at home?"

Mrs. Du Bois took a sip of wine and still smiled: "Isn't it the same as before? Even here facing the front line, aren't they still having a banquet?"

"I don't understand. Does His Majesty the King really have no reaction at all?"

"There's nothing he can do...Marsino, there are too many people like your father and my husband who hold power. For them, no matter how many people die, it's nothing compared to what they're about to drink."

A sip of red wine in your mouth."

Marsino had a sullen face. Both he and this lady came from a political group in Demacia. They wanted to save this country that was gradually decaying, but they seemed unable to do anything about it.

"Are we just going to have to watch the Noxians breach our gates?"

"Don't be so pessimistic, Marsino." Mrs. Du Bois said with a smile. "At least... we still have some ability to resist."

"Sitting and waiting to die?"

"There will be other ways... Marsino."

Mrs. Du Bois drank wine and murmured to herself: "Yes, we still have a way."