Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Let's leave this to your sons." The mage interrupted the old man's self-pity with an expressionless expression. "Let's talk about Angron who prayed to you...Obviously,

He is not the person we know."

of course not.

Both the Emperor and the Magus knew this. If he were the Angron they were familiar with, it was absolutely impossible for him to call the Emperor 'my father's'. In fact, after completely falling into Chaos, the man named Angron

Lang's Khorne is no longer the same person.

But the question is...if that wasn't Angron, who could it be?

Parallel universe?

The Emperor was naturally aware of this matter, but he knew another thing even more. He frowned: "The possibility of this situation happening is too small. Angron of a parallel universe became exactly what I expected him to be.

It should be what it should be, and the prayers when it was about to enter the subspace were also sent to another universe..."

"Do you suspect it's His conspiracy?"

"This possibility cannot be ruled out. It may or may not be the case." The emperor said calmly, raising his hand to rub his eyebrows. "That damn Bluebird, there are a thousand new conspiracies coming out of it every minute.

Born in His mind.”

"Even you can't be sure?"

"I'm not a god." He shook his head, looked up at the Milky Way, stretched out his hand and gently moved a few planets to make them more orderly. "I hope I can be sure...

..."

The mage spread his hands: "Then let it be like this. Let me know when you have an idea... As for now, I have to go and ask that big spider in person what he thinks."

He looked down at the spider totem on his right wrist, feeling helpless and having a headache.

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There are many ways for cross-border mages to travel through the world. Some people like to wander randomly - yes, they will throw themselves into a completely random new world like madmen. Many people are because of this recklessness.

His actions cost him his life. However, his successors continued to work hard and never tired of it.

In the final analysis, it's because they are too idle. When you have endless life and power that can be called a god, if you don't plan to dominate the world, you have to make your life interesting - you can't do it every day

Take a nap?

Other cross-border mages are much more conservative. These people are at the opposite extremes from the explorers. When they choose to go to a new world, they will first investigate it for hundreds of years to make sure that there is nothing in that world that can threaten them.

The presence.

He Shenyan feels that this is probably related to the environment in which they grew up. As for himself, he belongs to the middle - I mean, he is too lazy to do research, and he does not want to throw himself into the world and drift randomly.

Going back five minutes, he stood in the wilderness and had just said goodbye to Gwendolen. This journey was not expected to take too long, at least in his opinion. A flash of blue light flashed, and his spiritual power began.

Communicate with the spider totem on his wrist. He who is millions of worlds away quickly responded to He Shenyan.

Then, he set off.

Of course, things would not go so smoothly. Just when he was still following the spiritual tentacles thrown by Him in the endless sea of ​​stars, another existence intercepted him.

There is life among the endless sea of ​​stars. This phenomenon was proved by the White Tower Council. However, considering that few people come to this place, their appearance will not be very good-looking. After all, there are so many inhuman races that you cannot

Each one is required to look in line with human aesthetics.

What stopped the mage was a huge blue water ball, at least that's what it looked like. It cautiously stretched out its spiritual tentacles to touch the mage, and asked very politely: Are you human?

.......

I am.

There was a burst of joy and joy from the other party, and it seemed very happy. Then, it said cautiously through its mental tentacles: Can I protect you?

.......?

Floating among the endless sea of ​​stars, He Shenyan's expression was very strange. This was the first time in his life that he heard that someone wanted to protect him. Oh, the person who said this was not a human. To be conservative, he did not refuse directly——

Who knows what this creature really thinks? What if it is like those illogical ghosts in horror movies, and can make it crazy with just one sentence?

He Shenyan didn't think it was a threat to him, but since he met such a creature...

He asked: Why do you want to protect me?

The huge blue water ball changed its shape. It turned into a square cube, and its volume instantly shrunk countless times. From the beginning, the huge volume that blocked the mage so that he could not even see the scene behind it became a square one.

It's about the same size as a cube.

The feeling it transmits through the spiritual tentacles is still cautious, as if it cares about the mage's feelings very much: because all humans will die.

Yes, human beings will die, what thing will not die? Even the universe itself will die.

He Shenyan asked again: Everyone will die, not just humans. Why do you have to protect humans?

Water polo, no, the blue cube seems a little aggrieved: because you die the most...

He Shenyan was choked for a moment. He didn't know how to answer the question. Fortunately, the cube did not embarrass him for too long. The surface of this strange creature's body flashed with a light blue glow, much like a manifestation of magic power.

transformation, but He Shenyan was very sure that it was not.

Like a child, it said to the mage with a special kind of innocence: Moreover, I just came back from a destroyed world. Human emotions are so strong and sad. I don't want to see your death again.

broken.

As soon as it said these words, He Shenyan knew that something was wrong. A kind of curiosity unique to the mage arose in his heart. He tried hard to suppress his rising curiosity and asked calmly: You

Can you feel human emotions?

The cube became a little smaller and the color became a little bluer: Yes, humans. But I don’t want to feel it again, it’s so scary. Why are you so peaceful when you die?

calm?

It sounded like the emotion one would experience when dying. He Shenyan squinted his eyes: Forgive me, but what race are you from?

Seeing that he was not afraid of him at all, the Cube simply moved closer: Presumptuous? What does presumptuous mean? What does race mean? I am who I am, I have always been here.

Taking a deep breath, He Shenyan realized that if he wanted to fully understand the secrets of this creature, he might spend more than ten years here. Although time no longer makes sense in the endless sea of ​​stars, the world

Different from the world, the flow of time is also different. If he stays here for too long, God knows what will happen elsewhere.

Well, friend, it was nice chatting with you, but I have to go.

He reached out and patted the cube, left it with these words, and then left. But the cube did not leave. It followed the mage and kept poking him with its mental tentacles: Friend? What does friend mean? Chat.

What do you mean again? You are so strange, why do you want to leave?

Sighing, He Shenyan inevitably turned around. This was the first time that he hated being a mage so much.

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Robbery of a bank is not a good choice, never has been. But some people will do it, and these people are called bank robbers. And some of these robbers will do it after careful planning and advance arrangements.

, there are even a series of systems such as sharing, just like a company.

But other people... they are just hopelessly stupid.

For example, the person standing in front of Peter Parker right now.

He held a pistol and chose to wear only a yellowed undershirt in New York in August. He was unshaven, his eyes were bloodshot, and his arms had pinholes.

Peter curled his lips, okay, it was another classic drug addict who committed an impulsive crime. He thought he could rob a bank with a nine mm pistol? This guy must have smoked too much when he went out today and his brain was damaged.

Squeezed among the restless crowd, Peter retreated without leaving a trace. It was now nine o'clock in the morning, the bank had just opened half an hour ago, and there were not many people inside. This was a small bank after all, and few of the security guards had guns.

But he saw the female teller moving her hands under the table, and the police were expected to arrive soon.

As for him, he had to find a corner to change his clothes - God knows if this knocked-up guy had a brain problem, or if he just pulled the trigger out of pure nervousness.

Wait, nervous?

Peter stopped. After the mutation, he grew a lot taller. With this height, his field of vision also became wider. He clearly saw the expression on the man's face: it was not the excitement after a quick victory, nor was it the expression on the man's face.

The anxiety that one will be caught soon is not the emptiness and numbness unique to drug addicts.

He is sad.

An inexplicable thought flashed through his mind, and Peter was keenly aware that something was wrong. Why would a bank robber be sad... Wait, he didn't wear a mask?!

Peter suddenly discovered this. A bank robber did not wear a mask. What did he want to do?

Well, it’s definitely not looking for money anyway.

There was no time to change clothes, so Peter pushed through the crowd. After getting screams of pain from several ladies, he rushed out in a sprint. The speed was so fast that only an afterimage could be seen. Naturally, the robber did not react.

He was holding a gun to the female teller's head, and before the money bag could be filled, he placed it on the counter.

At this time, after being hit by Peter, he immediately fell to the ground, and the gun in his hand flew out. The security guards who were afraid of rats rushed up immediately. They showed their well-trained appearance at this time, one person at a time.

, and quickly held down the robber's limbs.

Peter stood up from the ground. He looked at the man's face, which was calm. He didn't struggle, resist, or try to escape. He just lay on the ground, with a dead look in his eyes.

Until Peter was questioned by the police, the man's face could not be removed from his mind. Even until he finished the day's class and returned home, he was still a little distracted.

"Hey, Peter."

Aunt May looked at him with concern, and Peter seemed to come to his senses. He took out an envelope from his schoolbag and handed it to her: "Uh, I'm sorry, Aunt May. I almost forgot, this is Uncle Ben."

I took it out of the bank today."

The white-haired old man stretched out his hand and took the envelope. She just glanced at it briefly and put it aside. Then she put her hand on Peter's shoulder with concern: "What happened, Peter, you are unconscious."

"

"It's nothing...I just," he hesitated, not knowing whether he should say it. "I just don't know why, Aunt May."

"What don't you know why?"

So, Peter told what he had done that morning. He received a slap from Aunt May and her eyes were red from crying. She sat on the sofa tremblingly, her voice hoarse: "How dare you run and do such a dangerous thing?

!”

"I..." Peter tried to reach out and hug her.

"Peter Parker!" The old man opened his hand and looked sternly, with another emotion in his eyes that frightened him: "...I can't lose you again, Peter."

Peter hugged her and pursed his lips.

I know, Aunt May, I know. But I'm more than just Peter Parker.

Late that night, he secretly climbed out of the window. Peter was not wearing a uniform. He was wearing Converse sneakers and loose home clothes. He absentmindedly walked all the way from the wall to the roof. If you ignore his unique way of going upstairs, in fact,

It is no different from ordinary young people feeling sad late at night.

After a long while, he sighed and decided to go to the police station tomorrow. The robber should still be in custody, and legal channels would not let him go to jail so quickly. This was something he learned from a lawyer.