Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Did you really let him die seven times?"

"Guaranteed replacement if fake."

Geralt stared in disbelief at the man who stood there in a daze. He looked as if he had lost his soul, his expression was dull, and there was no longer any emotion in his eyes, leaving only the purest silence.

He stood there like a puppet.

Two minutes later, he began to stop breathing. No, not stopping, the witcher thought to himself.

It's about forgetting to breathe.

He stretched out his hand and pushed the man gently, and he fell to the ground with a thud. His head fell on the steps and was cracked. What came out was not blood, but some kind of black sand. At this time, Jero

Talent truly believes that the mage has the ability to make a person die seven times.

"How did you do it?" he asked, drawing out the steel sword from his back. Geralt's hearing allowed him to hear someone getting up in the surrounding houses.

He got off the bed, put on his shoes, opened the door, and picked up the weapon. A series of sounds were so easy for him to detect.

"Deception." He Shenyan said. "I sent wrong instructions to his brain. In the scene he saw, he already - Oh, Geralt, wait a moment."

The mage turned around, and there was a woman in a shabby dress standing not far away, watching all this with horror. Her shoulders were shaking, and big tears streaked down her cheeks. Seeing He Shenyan turn her head, she raised her hand instantly

Covered his mouth.

Despite this, some screams still escaped from his fingers. The muffled sound was so conspicuous in the quiet night of the village.

Geralt held the steel sword calmly. He didn't know what He Shenyan wanted to do, and he didn't care. The scene in the room and what the man said before had already made him angry. The witcher was obviously angry.

I didn't expect their luck to be so good.

In other words, it's so bad.

I actually met one of them while traveling.

The chest of the dead man had the pattern of a group of swords. Geralt originally thought that they had all died in Lower Soden, but now it seems that it is obviously not that simple.

Just like evil spirits. When you see one evil ghost in the sun, there may be a thousand others hiding in the dark.

"Hello, ma'am."

He Shenyan walked forward, and Geralt could just see his profile. Geralt noticed that he was not smiling.

He came to the woman little by little, with a leisurely pace. Geralt was familiar with this gait, and he knew that the mage was putting pressure on the woman.

Is it really necessary to do this? To deal with a woman in the countryside... In the past, he had only seen this technique from interrogators who interrogated serious criminals. They would destroy the prisoner from all aspects.

Will and resistance fundamentally allow them to reveal everything.

"Do you know the gentleman who fell?"

He Shenyan asked politely, and at the same time he gently raised his hand and put it on the woman's shoulder, as if he wanted to comfort her. The woman was still sobbing in fear, and the broken and suppressed sound was squeezed out of her throat.

, eyes widened.

Through the moonlight, Geralt saw everything. The woman's sobbing, fear—as well as her hands that gradually dropped from her lips, and a cold light on her side.

With a dull sound, Geralt saw the woman crash into the mage's arms. His eyes moved downward and he noticed blood dripping to the ground.

Then, He Shenyan raised his hands.

Gently, as if soothing a lover, he pressed his hands on the back of the woman's head while applying pressure. The distance between them was getting closer and closer. The clouds in the night sky were getting away little by little, and the moon appeared again. The moonlight was shining brightly.

Most of them will feel ambiguous just by looking at the picture.

But in fact, it was a brutal murder - an attempt.

There was a bloody hole on the woman's chest, and inside was the handle of a dagger. The blade had already been curled and broken. A few seconds ago, the woman pulled it out, held it, and quickly stabbed the mage in an absolutely standard manner.

His chest shattered a thousandth of a second after the blade hit his clothes.

The woman is twitching.

Her vision fell into darkness little by little. Before she died, she heard a voice saying softly in her ear: "I read your memory, madam."

Her eyes suddenly widened.

He Shenyan let go of his hands and watched indifferently as she fell to the ground, lifeless. Geralt walked to his side, looked at the dagger that had been thrust into her chest in the wrong direction, and shook his head: "

Do you really need to make killing so poetic?"

"Poetic? I'm surprised you actually said that word, Geralt. You might make a good bard."

"Like Dandelion? Spare me."

The demon hunter smiled, raised his steel sword slightly, and deflected several arrows shot at him without fail. His yellow vertical pupils shone horribly in the night, his white hair was flying, and his movements were brisk.

, in just a moment, Geralt left the place.

The sword blade was raised, and a man holding a pitchfork whom he had seen during the day stood opposite him. But now, what he was holding was a sharp military sword. The guy was naked and had a tattoo on his chest.

A tattoo of the same sword group.

Then, the sword blade fell.

A head flew up in the air, blood splashing, and before it hit the ground, it was evaporated by the sudden fierce flames. Geralt turned slightly sideways and once again dodged two arrows shot at him. During the battle

During the break, he glanced back, and as expected, he found the mage smiling at him.

He also noticed that the mage was making a fist.

"boom--!"

The arrow shot into the air and fell into the soil. The flames rose, wrapped around the demon hunter's sword, and completely illuminated the night sky. Screams suddenly rang through the night sky. The demon hunter raised the burning flame high.

The sword blade crashed into the crowd attacking him.

Lifting up, cutting down, turning around to stab, dodge, and strike horizontally - blood and stumps were flying everywhere, their screams resounded through the sky, and the flames burned more intensely.

One of the guys who lost his arm fell at the feet of the witcher, holding his arms and wailing. Geralt walked past him, intending to take care of the other three who were still capable of fighting first. But this guy spoke with resentment.

"You mutant bastard, aren't you a witcher? There's a gliding lizard nearby, and instead of dealing with it, you're going to massacre the rest of us?!"

Geralt glanced down at him.

"Do you really think you're a human being?"

Geralt shook his head and slashed with his sword. He walked past his headless body and threw it on the spot with a word, falling on the ground together with the man's head.

"You are worse than animals."

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My hand hurts a bit, so I’ll just update 4k today and take a day off. I’ll resume tomorrow.

There will be another update later, currently coding.