Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Central City Daily News at 3 a.m. on July 3. It is reported that our guardian, hero, The Flash, was seriously injured in a chase. At the time of the incident, he was chasing a group of rogues who had just robbed a bank. At present,

, our heroes are receiving police protection, and the Justice League has intervened."

"Here, we appeal to the general public, please do not go to the hospital to try to know the true identity of the Flash. Any such behavior will be regarded as an accomplice of the Rogue Gang and will be prosecuted together. It is worth mentioning that the Rogue Gang

The leader of the group, the infamous Captain Cold, shouted to the police in prison that they didn't mean to do it and that it wasn't the Flash they injured."

"Central City Daily will continue to pay attention to the progress of the incident."

Clark Kent looked at the TV with a solemn expression. Although Wayne's old house was decorated in an antique style, it contained a lot of high-tech products. The TV he was looking at at this time was an oversized wall-mounted TV with high definition.

It's terrifyingly high, and it looks like it's definitely a high-end product produced by Wayne Group.

"What do you think?"

he asked Bruce Wayne, who was sitting in the back.

Batman, who is in his forties but has slightly gray hair on his temples, replied expressionlessly: "Captain Cold's words are open to question, but I personally tend to believe that what he said is true. The moral bottom line of the Rogue Gang is even higher than that of many super villains."

Heroes are even taller. According to the surveillance video, they even went to the welfare home to comfort some lonely elderly people before robbing the bank."

Clark rubbed his eyebrows. It had only been two hours since He Shenyan said those words of "wait and see", and the severity of the situation had exceeded everyone's imagination. The Flash's limbs were shattered and his organs were missing.

There is even a risk of becoming a vegetative state.

The doctors in Central City were helpless about his illness. Fortunately, Hal Jordan, who was on duty that night, arrived quickly and used his willpower to materialize the high-tech treatment device stored in his ring, thus saving The Flash's life.

, but he still couldn't wake up.

"In other words, there is someone else behind the whole thing?"

"You might want to take the chevron out."

He Shenyan said thoughtfully.

He stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window. The heavy rain in Gotham continued. The raindrops hit the expensive lawn and bent the backbone of the grass. A light blue light flashed in the mage's eyes. Just now,

He used his mental tentacles to intercept that part of the time flow at the scene of The Flash's accident, and during the time of his accident, a black shadow flashed past.

He Shenyan couldn't see its face clearly, and a vague sense of threat stung his back. It was probably the power of the goddess that was at work... How could a multiverse-level god be so strong? He

He lowered his head and looked at the palm of his hand. There, a hole corroded by black energy was slowly recovering.

"Sir, do you know anything?" Clark asked seriously.

"What Captain Cold said is true. They didn't take action against The Flash. On the contrary, they were even helping The Flash deal with the thing that attacked him."

He Shenyan closed his five fingers, and the hole was smoothed out in an instant. Not sure if it was an illusion, but Clark always felt that the face of the mage who turned around became paler.

"How did you know?"

"A little magic."

He Shenyan didn't explain much. He shook his finger, and a portal to Clark Kent's home was opened: "Go back and rest first, Clark. At least you have to be responsible for your wife."

"But, now -"

"——Go back and rest, trust me." He Shenyan emphasized, looking into Clark's blue eyes. "Pretend to be ignorant of the truth and protect your wife."

This time, Superman did not refuse. He stepped into the portal and walked back.

And he had just left when Bruce spoke with a somewhat sharp tone: "The mastermind behind the scenes obviously has a plan to target everyone. If you want to use Superman as bait, at least you shouldn't use his

My wife got involved."

"His wife will not be harmed in any way." He Shenyan's eyes were filled with blue light, and the magic even spilled into the surrounding air. Through the yellow light, they turned into another color. Bruce·

Wayne keenly noticed that He Shenyan's hands were constantly making complicated gestures.

"What are you doing?"

"Casting a spell." The mage answered simply.

"Casting a spell?"

"Yes, casting spells. Bruce Wayne...I am casting spells on the graves of his wife, mother, and even father. Protective circles."

He Shenyan's gestures became more and more complex, and more and more blue light began to leak out, even covering the light, and the entire room was illuminated blue: "Maybe you should put on the mask again

, Bruce.”

"What do you want me to do?"

"Do what you do best." He turned his head and glanced at Batman, who was putting on his mask, with a cold smile on his lips. "Detective."

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Four twenty in the morning.

Central City, in front of the Municipal Bank.

A long cordon has been set up here, and police cars and large armored vehicles used by SWAT have arrived at the scene. They are protecting the scene with live ammunition and do not allow anyone without permission to enter. There are even people on the rooftops of the surrounding buildings.

Snipers were placed on standby.

The attack on the Flash obviously made the central city government very angry. The people of this city are simple and honest, and even the officials are too nice. The Flash has worked here for many years without asking for anything in return. They obviously think that the hero cannot be let go like this.

Injured in vain.

"Are those people from the Investigation Department here?"

asked a police sergeant in a body armor, a black man with a beard and tired eyes, but with genuine anger: "Jesus, they better come quickly."

"Maybe you should take a break, get in the car and take a nap for twenty minutes, Sheriff."

A very capable woman wearing a windbreaker advised: "I heard from your guy in the bureau that you have worked overtime for two days before you came here. Don't tire yourself out. Lightning definitely doesn't want you to do anything for him.

I was so busy that I ended up in the hospital."

"No." The police chief refused stiffly. "The boy in red has helped us for so many years, and this is the first time he has been so seriously injured. I will not rest until the real culprit behind the scenes is found."

"Don't be too stubborn, Sheriff." The woman's tone seemed a little unhappy. "To beat him like that, he must be one of those crazy superpowers. What do you think the .45 in your hand can do to them?"

Sample?"

"I'm a fucking policeman!"

The police chief finally lost control. Although he controlled his emotions immediately, he still yelled loudly: "Damn it, even if I don't like that kid, I can't just watch him get hurt and remain indifferent. No matter what,

Said, he is also a citizen of Central City! And he is a good citizen who has done many heroic deeds!"

"No one told you to sit back and watch - wait, Sheriff, what was that sound?"

The police chief raised his head, his pupils almost shrinking to a point. He did not hesitate, pushed the woman standing there, and then left the place in a flash.

"boom--!"

A sound like a shell falling to the ground made everyone cover their ears in pain. Smoke and dust filled the air, and the well-trained swat immediately set up his gun. At this moment, there were more than forty rifles and more than ten

The sniper rifle was aimed at the slowly dispersing smoke, and then, a huge black shadow slowly walked out of it.

The sergeant got up from the ground in pain. Even if he reacted quickly just now, he was still just a stronger ordinary person. The heavy impact made his internal organs hurt as if they had been displaced. He pulled out

With the .45 revolver on his waist, he raised his head and looked, but the thing that slowly walked out of the smoke made him freeze in place.

"Ah, what a heroic police officer."

The thing lowered its head and looked at him. Its alien body almost made the sergeant want to vomit. The reptile-like black skin reflected sticky light, and the surrounding police lights kept flashing, issuing a monotonous and urgent warning.

The sounds, mixed together, actually intensified the vomiting feeling.

The thing stretched its neck and spit out a pale and slender tongue from its wide-open mouth. It licked the Sheriff's face slowly and affectionately, like a game between lovers: "Very good, very good."

Okay. The goddess sent me here, and the first sacrifice I met was a human like you...I am very satisfied."

"Fire!"

I don't know who shouted this. Bullets from all directions knocked the monster back again and again. The bullets were embedded in the surface of its skin, leaving deep bullet holes in the disgusting black skin.

It was squeezed out in a short breath.

It stretched its body, and its already terrifying slender body became even more inhuman at this time. In the blink of an eye, it rose to a height of more than ten meters. With a flick of its slender tongue, it killed the snipers on the roof.

It devoured them one after another. It chewed them, and blood, minced meat and fragments of guns slipped from the gaps in its teeth.

In the mouth without lips, every chewing operation was clearly visible. The yellowed sharp teeth and the screams of those who were not yet dead made the woman who was pushed away by the police chief vomit violently. Not only her, but many others

The same goes for police officers. Only a handful of determined ones are still firing.

The police chief is one of them.

However, his .45 didn't have much effect. The bullet would fall out after a while after hitting the surface of its skin. What's even more frustrating is that even the rifle's salvo had no effect on it.

"Call for reinforcements!" the police chief yelled immediately. His voice seemed so inconspicuous amid the gunshots, but someone still heard him.

A police officer bent down and entered the police car, picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted sternly to the dispatch center: "The municipal bank needs reinforcements! Repeat! We need heavy firepower, it's best to bring in a few tanks, if you have them!"

Damn it, that thing is eating people!"

"Please repeat, officer, what are you talking about? What is eating people?"

The dispatch center asked a puzzled question, but there was no response from the other end of the intercom. It was thrown on the passenger seat. At some point, the surroundings began to become quiet. Only the monotony of police lights remained.

's roar.

The sound of gunshots and people's voices disappeared in an instant, as abrupt as if the soundtrack of a movie had been lost, with a strong sense of fragmentation. The thing stood there blankly, stopped chewing, and the police officers also stopped shooting.

Gun, two figures floated above the thing, looking down at everything below.

"It's still a little late..."

He Shenyan spoke gloomily. The power of the Goddess of Creation covered this creature very well, and the mental tentacles didn't even notice anything was wrong. If it weren't for Batman's global surveillance, it might have been until this thing emptied Central City.

, only mental tentacles will detect abnormalities.

He had not experienced this feeling of powerlessness for a long time. Surprisingly, the mage did not hate this feeling. He remembered it deeply in his heart - magic is not omnipotent, and I am not invincible.

Be careful with everything.

After changing his mentality in just a moment, he landed lightly on the ground, followed closely by Batman. Waves of fluorescence emitted from his feet, which was the enchantment spell cast by the mage on him.

He Shenyan raised his hand, and a star above the night quietly closed the distance between it and the earth. In an instant, huge magic power bloomed in the mage's hands. The body of the thing began to shrink until it became the same as a star.

About the same size as candy.

Then, the mage raised his hand, put his index finger and thumb together, leaving a little gap, and just like that, he picked the star from the sky in a way beyond anyone's imagination. The star rotated quietly between his fingers, and the mage looked at it carefully.

After a while, it turned around and sent the monster up again, letting it take the place of the star.

He played with the stars in his hands and sighed: "I can only use this sealing spell... It's really inconvenient."

Batman glanced at him and didn't choose to speak. Everything this man did challenged his worldview for so many years. He knew that magic existed and had contact with many magical people. But there was no one among them.

To be able to do what this man just did.

...To put it bluntly, he felt that this was no longer considered a category of magic.

"Why aren't they moving?" Batman asked.

"I paused their time. What I want to do next is not convenient for ordinary people to see. Rather than modifying memories one by one and blocking cognition, it would be faster to just pause time."

"..."

Batman didn't speak. To be precise, he had nothing to say.

He stepped forward, and the eyepiece was scanning the street. The place where the monster jumped was still some distance away from where the Flash was injured. This was a blessing in misfortune, but even Batman himself doubted whether he could find out.

Order something.

It's true that he is a detective and has solved many cases, but in cases like this that are incompatible with normal logical reasoning at first glance, he feels that he is really of no use.

It turned out that he was wrong on this matter. He did find out something.

It took a while after the investigation started.

Batman paced back and forth on the streets of Central City's National Bank dozens of times. His eyepiece was buzzing, and the built-in analysis program was uploading everything he saw to the Batcave. All the clues he found would be there.

The computer in the Batcave will analyze it internally and then tell him the conclusion.

Batman was indifferent to this agonizing wait. It seemed that as long as he put on this mask, he was no longer the mortal man, but the incarnation of another creature. He stood under a streetlight not far from the mage,

He raised his head and stared upward thoughtfully: "...right here."

"What?"

Batman clicked his eyepiece and once again began to explain for others, even though he had never done so before: "My eyepiece has built-in analysis and field simulation functions. Judging from the remaining freezing air here, Captain Cold should have

He just stood under this streetlight and launched an attack on someone or something."

Batman stepped out of the streetlight's light source and into the darkness.

His eyepieces were emitting white light, which looked very strange. He slowly came to a manhole cover and squatted down. He stretched out his hand and touched the uneven surface of the manhole cover. After a while, he took back his hand and spoke with an inaudible emotion.

He said in a tone of voice: "Now I can confirm that what Captain Cold said is true."

"how to prove?"

Batman raised his hand, and there was a black substance on his index finger glove. He said seriously: "The material that makes up this thing cannot be detected in my database, and my database has the information of Superman's Fortress of Solitude."

Yes, all known Kryptonian materials are in it, this material is not even included in their database."

"I think it should come from another world." Batman concluded, and his conclusion was supported by the wizard.

He Shenyan nodded: "Actually, it's more than that."

"..." Batman frowned, with his face mask covering his face, and his emotional expression seemed very obscure. But the downward corners of his mouth still revealed his doubts, and his subsequent words: "What?

mean?"

He Shenyan smiled and said nothing. Batman was pushed by a burst of magic power and moved away from the manhole cover. Then, he saw an orange-red light light up in the mage's hand, and the lava spewing from his hand covered the lava.

.

Batman didn't ask why he was making such a fuss, and even used magic to melt away the manhole cover because it was running away.

——Manhole cover, running.

His face twitched, and he took out a small capsule from the multifunctional belt around his waist without hesitation. With a hiss, the capsule quickly expanded until it became a rifle with a near-future science fiction style. Batman

Aiming at the manhole cover, he fired a shot. The sound of the gunshot was very low, echoing in the night.

At this time, it was four forty-seven in the morning.

The muzzle of the rifle fired a blue energy beam, which quickly approached the escaping manhole cover, freezing it into an ice sculpture in an instant. He Shenyan stood there with his hands behind his back as if he had expected it, with an expression on his face.

Very peaceful.

"What's that?" Batman asked.

"Manhole cover."

"...Manhole covers don't run away."

The mage shrugged: "That thing is indeed a manhole cover, Batman. In other words, it should be a manhole cover. Even if you send it to the Batcave for a comprehensive inspection now, it is just a manhole cover. You can't find anything else.

, because from a scientific point of view, it is really just a manhole cover."

Batman keenly captured another meaning in his words. He asked in a deep voice: "From a scientific point of view? What about from a magical point of view?"

He Shenyan did not answer.

He waved his right hand, and the manhole cover, which was frozen into an ice sculpture, flew back and fell at their feet, the ice shattering. The manhole cover climbed up without a word, its body shining with blue magic light. Batman still did not relax his vigilance, and the manhole cover in his hand

The rifle remains aimed at all times.

He Shenyan squatted down and observed the thing carefully, and sure enough, he found the aura belonging to the Goddess of Creation on it. Batman watched his movements calmly, waiting patiently.

"So that's it." The mage murmured to himself. "The attack has actually started a long time ago. They are underground. Ah, I rely too much on the mental tentacles...I actually ignored such a simple place."

"What?"

"Underground, Batman."

He Shenyan raised his head, and the night was getting brighter little by little. It was summer, and the nights were very short. The central city was ushering in dawn, and with the sunshine, the darkness would be removed. However, under the city, under the sunlight

In unreachable corners, things are growing in the darkness that people cannot see and definitely don’t want to see.

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