Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Monroe Allston swore to God that he had never seen such a war.

No, can this really be called a war? He doubted it.

Demacia's elite soldiers wore heavy armor that could withstand even magic, and the weapons in their hands were extremely sharp. But when facing the giant, they were as helpless as children.

The exquisite tactics and unyielding will that these elites have trained for a long time did not allow them to survive for one more second in front of the giant - more people could not even touch him and died instantly under the giant axe.

He was not even wearing armor, with his strong upper body naked, wielding two giant axes and killing among the soldiers. No soldier's weapon or arrow could break through his skin, causing him to shed a drop of blood.

Monroe Allston's lips trembled slightly, and his mustache also trembled. He was more like an artist who lived in the upper class than a general who led a war. Although people cannot be judged by their appearance,

He was really helpless at this time.

What else could be done? He had no choice.

The opponent broke through the three impregnable defense lines of the capital within forty minutes, but the fearless vanguard is still at the border and cannot return. Without heavy cavalry, infantry and archers alone fight this monster...?

You might as well throw me up there and ask that guy if he needs someone to draw his portrait.

"Perhaps, I can provide you with some help, my lord."

At this moment, a man in black robes walked over, his body hunched, and Monroe frowned. He knew this kind of people - magic seekers. In Demacia, they are the only ones who dress like this.

Even his face was tightly covered by the hood.

Demon seekers are a specialty of the Kingdom of Demacia. Other countries in Runeterra are eager for knowledge about mages. Only they, who relied on the forbidden magic stone to establish a country, avoid mages and even hate them. Therefore, demon seekers came into being.

And born.

They are specifically responsible for investigating magical phenomena and determining whether they are man-made. Once they determine that there are indeed signs of mages behind them, they will go out in force to capture those 'fallen' mages - regardless of your gender, age, or identity.

status.

And the worst part is... once you are imprisoned in their prison, you are no longer a Demacian. Not even a slave.

However, there is nothing wrong with this. After all, the original prototype of Demacia was just a village built by a group of people who fled here to avoid magical disasters. Their fear and dislike of magic has continued for centuries, until now

, many Demacians are still quite afraid of magic and mages.

Monroe's expression was ugly. He had always disliked dealing with demon seekers. In his opinion, demon seekers were more disgusting than mages. Moreover, this bastard showed up at this time, and he definitely had no good intentions.

He asked with a gloomy face: "If you have anything to say, just say it quickly, Demon Searcher."

The man bowed slightly, not caring about his attitude: "Sir, that monster may be able to resist sharp blades and arrows... but what about magic?"

"you mean...?"

"Yes, sir." He bowed again and lowered his head. "Not long ago, we just captured a girl with powerful magic. She may be of use."

Monroe stroked his beard, his right hand was already on the hilt of the sword, and he laughed twice: "Really? Then bring her here and give it a try."

The man bowed deeply, and Monroe turned his head and continued to watch his soldiers die one after another.

He thought, if the mage can save the remaining people from death, it is not impossible to let her return to freedom, just banish her from Demacia. But when the magic searcher and two companions will

When the girl was escorted over, Monroe pulled out his sword with a loud sound.

"My God of Wings——!" His voice sounded like the scream of some kind of animal before it died, which was extremely harsh. "Oh my God! What on earth did you do to her?!"

"It's no big deal, my lord. Every mage must be punished as atonement for their innate blasphemy." The demon seeker replied calmly, as if he was completely ignoring what was happening.

The two demon hunters behind him also wore black robes, but they had long swords hanging on their waists.

A thin black-haired girl was carried over on a stretcher. One of her hands had disappeared and was hanging precariously on the side of the stretcher. Her eyes were also wrapped with blood-stained cloth.

.The whole person looked dirty, smelly, and covered in blood. He also uttered painful dreams from time to time.

The corners of Monroe's eyes twitched slightly, and he forced himself not to look at the girl or listen to her moans full of pain: "What crime has she committed? She looks like she is in her teens at most!"

The magic searcher bowed slightly, his voice still calm: "She is a mage, sir. We always treat mages like this. Perhaps the physical pain can make them forget that they have magic, so that they can clear their

Sin, return to normal.”

"You damn—" Monroe was furious, and he shouted: "What you did has simply brought disgrace to Demacia!"

"Demacia asked me to do such a thing, sir. I'm just doing my job." The man replied. "It's better to let her try it. Maybe, the monster will fall. Your soldiers will also not

I need to die again."

After hearing these words, Monroe finally calmed down. He suppressed his anger and sheathed his sword. Monroe said coldly: "...You'd better pray that she will succeed."

The Demon Searcher said nothing. He turned around and motioned to his two companions to put down the stretcher. Then he took out something from the bag on his waist.

There was a certain distance, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, as if he was using his own body as a shield, so Monroe couldn't see what he was feeding the girl.

The girl let out a scream, and then she sat up. Large chunks of blood gushed out from between her closed lips and teeth, staining her clothes. When she cried at the horrific scene, before she could speak, her face was covered with blood.

She received a slap. The familiar pain seemed to remind her of something, and she quickly calmed down.

The demon searcher was condescending and said coldly: "Ana Artis, you have been found guilty of possessing magic. Now, you have a chance to atone for your sins. Are you willing to accept it?"

The girl known as Anna shrank, her shoulders shaking, and her posture reminded Monroe, who was watching all this with cold eyes, of a wounded deer. She whimpered and said: "Sir, please do it - I am willing to do anything.

I do, I just ask you not to do it again..."

"Snapped!"

Gu Su

The demon searcher slapped him again and said coldly: "Answer the question, are you willing to accept it?"

"Take...accept! I accept!" The girl's cheek swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, but she didn't even dare to touch it. She tremblingly agreed.

The demon searcher turned around and said, "Sir, she agreed."

Monroe Ouston felt that he had never been so cold - not even when he was besieged by two direwolves in the Freljord seven years ago. He felt that the blood in his body was frozen.

God of Wings, what has become of our country? Why should a girl of this age suffer such a fate? What did she do? Just because he is a mage?

A sense of guilt made him grit his teeth. Monroe knew the existence of demon hunters, but he didn't know that mages would be treated like this... Is this girl an exception? Or will everyone else suffer like this?

Doomed? The demon seekers say they are guilty... of what crime?

At least, Monroe didn't think a child could have committed any crime that deserved the treatment she received.

At the same time, Monroe is also very aware of another thing. His guilt is of no help, the harm has already happened to this girl and more people. He is a bystander, and he is just a helpless bystander. But now...

He seems to be becoming one of the perpetrators.

This feeling made him almost want to vomit. He heard himself saying in a very calm voice: "Very good, take her to try."

the other side.

Thane strictly adheres to Kronos's teachings - focus on fighting, but don't indulge. Although he may now be powerful enough to fight several Kronos with bare hands, the opponent's long-term combat experience can still be used to some extent.

as his mentor.

Moreover, in his eyes, the importance of Kronos goes far beyond that. According to him, he has served in his war group for three hundred years, which is enough time for a mortal to grow into a

A war machine, let alone an Astartes like Kronos?

He is not only Thane's martial arts instructor, but also the instructor of the entire new Noxian army. Thain is very sure that no one except him has this qualification. Not even himself.

Thane is very aware of his advantages. If his wide-open and wide-open moves are used by mortals, it will be tantamount to letting them die. But Kronos is different. No matter what weapon you use, he

He can come up with useful insights, which is very scary, and it means that he is proficient in all weapons.

Putting aside complicated thoughts, Thain's battle is actually not easy - of course, only in relative terms.

He tried his best to keep every move and style he used just enough to kill these Demacians, but not so miserable that they would die too miserably. After all, what he wanted was quick and precise killing.

It's not a slaughter. Admittedly, doing this is tantamount to making himself unhappy, but...

Thane is happy.

After fully accepting his new identity, he had an inexplicable aversion to killing humans. But the Demacians could not be persuaded. They were as stubborn as their forbidden magic stone. In addition to removing it as soon as possible

Apart from their resistance, Thain couldn't think of any better way.

Just as he was finishing dealing with the several Demacia shield guards in front of him who preferred to die rather than retreat, out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a figure that shouldn't have appeared on the battlefield.

It was a little girl, and she was covered in injuries. Even her eyes were wrapped with blood-stained cloth strips. At this time, two men in black robes were being brought in his direction, with ropes tied around their necks, and their hands

Yes. It doesn't look like a human being, but more like an animal.

A familiar anger made Thane's breathing become heavier. His face suddenly changed, and the original calm instantly turned into a turbulent wave. The killing intent in that moment made the Demacia soldiers who were standing in front of him take a step back.

.

Thane glanced at them, suppressed his rising anger, and then said coldly: "Are you Demacians going to send even your children to die now?"

The soldiers looked back, and then gradually opened a path for the girl because of their commander's order. Thain saw that many of them were looking at the two men in black robes with angry faces.

The girl walked not far from Thain, and the men in black robes untied the ropes that bound her hands, but the rope around her neck remained in their hands. Then, she shrank and raised her hands, and a black fireball was lifted from her

It condensed out of thin air in his hand and expanded to the size of a washbasin in an instant.

Mage?

Thane squinted his eyes. He wanted to see what these Demacians wanted to do with this girl.

He put down the giant ax and waited quietly. The scene at this time was extremely ridiculous. He was surrounded by soldiers in the center, but no one dared to step forward and wave a weapon against him. On the contrary, a girl with bruises was pushed out by them.

Face him.

As the fireball condensed, the girl's body began to tremble more and more violently. It could almost be described as shaky. It was even difficult for her to stand. Then, it seemed that she had reached a certain extreme. She suddenly waved her hands down, and the fireball was thrown by her.

He walked out and she fell to the ground.

As countless people stared, the fireball bombarded the giant in an instant, sending smoke and dust everywhere. They watched this scene with anticipation, but no one cared about the fallen girl.

Until an angry voice sounded in the smoke: "Pest!"

As the voice fell, the ground began to tremble, and the emotion in his voice even made the air begin to become heavy. Many people were horrified to find that they could no longer move their bodies at all - because the giant had emerged from the smoke.

He rushed out and came to them.

There was still a lot of smoke wrapped around his body, his eyes were red, and the ferocious steel chin reflected an ominous light. A roar erupted with him as the center, and an attack that was ten times more violent than before started from the two giant swords.

Under the Ax was born. Thane had no reservations anymore. The Demacians had done something that made him lose all respect for them.

Monroe Allston shook his head. At this moment, he didn't expect that he would be so calm. He even felt that he deserved it - ah, Monroe Allston. You have lived up to your surname, and you will live up to it.

A girl is sent to the battlefield to die...

His untimely sentimentality didn't last long, and the demon-seeker's voice reached his ears again: "It seems we have failed, sir."

Monroe opened his eyes suddenly, and the tremor on the ground meant that the giant had begun to charge. He gritted his teeth and wanted to say something to the demon seeker despite the terrifying tremor, but the other party bowed again, and then

He walked away silently. Monroe stared at his leaving figure and for the first time in his life wanted to swing his sword at his compatriots.

But he didn't. Instead, he let him leave peacefully.

Instead, he drew his sword and charged in the direction of Thane - he was a Demacia soldier after all.