Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Since you want war, then I will give you war.

The mage dropped the Dynamos Stone from an altitude of 10,000 meters, and on the way it was swallowed by a dimension portal that suddenly opened. Sithorn's voice came from it, filled with confusion and pain:

"Why are you throwing things at me?"

He Shenyan got into it coldly, without any intention of joking: "You know this thing, right?"

Sithorne was still the same, sitting on his throne, lazily, like a wriggling maggot.

Hearing this, he picked up the Dynamos Stone and took a look at it angrily: "I know you, the ashes of Ancient One - hey, it's just a joke, don't look at me like that. The Dynamos Stone,

I know I know."

"Just recognize it and keep it safe, Sithorn. When was the great barrier changed?"

"you ask me?"

Sithorne's eyes widened exaggeratedly: "The only dark book I can use to observe the outside world has recently returned to Earth! You threw my TV into outer space, and a bunch of weird-looking aliens used my books to sell them.

I’m here to sell you, are you asking me now?”

"Stop pretending, do you think I'm Strange?"

"What you said is not very friendly to your junior brother."

He Shenyan glanced at him with a faint smile: "If you are friendly to him again, I will be unfriendly to you."

Sithorn shrank his neck and sighed: "Okay, okay. I knew you would find me... After all, other than the unlucky old Sithorn, which demon god would fight again?"

Where are you dealing with?"

He stood up from the throne, his expression already serious. His long white hair was flowing behind his head, and his red robe was flowing, overlapping with his throne of the same color.

"Listen up." Sithorn said solemnly. "What you are about to face is an unprecedented test, He. This war is yours alone, and no one can help you. If you win, the earth will be able to

Continuation, if you lose, everything will stop. Nothing will survive in this dimension."

"Your friends, everyone you know, those familiar faces - they will all disappear. Eventually, there will be nothing left here."

"Who am I going to fight?" He Shenyan asked calmly.

Sithorn looked at him, a smile slowly appeared on his face.

"I have predicted this moment since a long time ago. Hey, you may not be aware of it yet. But for beings like us, time is just sand in the palm of our hands. Just throw it away and it will be an incalculable time.

Leap away. Some things were destined from the beginning, such as you reforming the magic world so that those dimensional demons cannot collect the magic power of mortals from this world..."

"You stopped them from lending money at usury." Sithorne winked funny. "It's the revenge of killing your father if you delay others from making money."

"Then I will kill their mothers as well."

Sithorn almost laughed out loud, but he still maintained his last dignity as a great demon.

After coughing twice, he returned to his serious expression: "In short, what you have to face now is not only a group of angels from outside our world, but also the dimensional demon gods who are eyeing you. Last time, Ancient One sacrificed

If you let her go, you can only rely on yourself this time."

"It sounds like you know a lot."

"Yes, they invited me to join." Sithorne smiled slightly. "But I refused, dear. You must have a supporter, and who else can this person be besides your old friend Sithorne?

Can you take on the role?"

He kept chattering: "Legend has it that it took God seven days to create the world. How long do you think it would take for angels and gods to destroy the world? I'll give you a little hint, Ho."

Sithorne raised a finger.

"On the first day, the world will be deprived of light."

"Magic." He Shenyan spat out two cold words. "For mages, magic is light."

vertex

"You got the answer right, but it's a pity that I can't give you a reward. And old Sithorn probably knows that you don't want his hug." Sithorn showed a pitiful expression and raised his second finger.

"the next day--"

"——The next day." He Shenyan interrupted him. "The sky will bring disasters, right? It is said in Genesis that God created the sky and separated the water from the lower part. He called the sky the sky."

"Have you really read that old book?"

Sithorn raised his eyebrows in surprise: "But it doesn't matter, He. I don't know whether the world was created by God. I have never seen him. But those gangs have united to cause trouble for you.

If someone wants to destroy the world..."

He grinned: "...it won't last more than seven days."

"Yeah, I think so too." He Shenyan also laughed. "It's unlikely that they will actually complete this plan step by step in seven days. I guess the only thing they want is me."

"You got it right again, my friend. There is still no reward this time, but I can give you another hint."

Sithorne sat back on his chair, his fingers touching each other to form the spire.

He looked at He Shenyan intently with a serious expression: "They will take away everything from you bit by bit until you beg for mercy, until you become one of them."

"We'll see."

The mage calmly said the last words and left here.

Sithorn is floating alone in his dark dimension. There is nothing here, only nothingness and himself. Compared with a world under his control, this place is more like a prison.

But Sithorn didn't seem to care. He smiled slightly and played with the Dynamos Stone in his hand. He knocked on the armrest of the throne seemingly casually and said: "If there is anything, it would be better to speak out. Hide and hide.

Yes, are you the God of Thieves?"

A cold snort came from the darkness, and a huge shadow emerged from the darkness. He was even deeper than the pure darkness of Sithorn: "You didn't convince him."

"Just like you didn't convince me."

"He has no chance of winning. You are letting him die." The shadow said firmly.

"If he really has no chance of winning, why do you want me to persuade him to surrender?"

Sithorne laughed again.

"I advise you to take care of yourself - the true body cannot come, and the strength of a single universe alone is no threat to him, old friends. And, as far as I know, there seem to be many people who don't want to stand with you, right? Gu

There are still many feelings left behind."

"If we win...Sithorn, you will be devoured along with this pathetic world!"

"Let's talk about it if we can win. Who can't say harsh words?"

Sithorn lazily held up his cheeks, tilted his head, and showed a rather ironic smile to the huge shadow: "Those who hide their heads and show their tails have no chance of winning."