Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Two seconds after his head was held by one hand, the sentry's mind was gradually filled with some kind of emotion.

He was sure he had bitten the man.

The touch of teeth does not deceive, nor does the splatter of flesh and blood. However, the man standing in front of him is as unmoved as if nothing is wrong. It is as if there is a horrible virus that has infected everyone in his world.

None of them are similar.

"How can this be?"

He opened his mouth wide, and a trace of cold air trembled between his teeth. In his world, Sentinel had seen countless people who thought they could resist the virus with willpower. However, no matter who it was, as long as they were bitten, they would never be able to resist the virus.

The hunger that creeps up deep in the bone marrow will destroy everything.

Spider-Man ate his aunt and wife, Ant-Man imprisoned his friend Black Panther in the basement and only ate a little at a time, and even bit off the head of his wife, the Wasp, who discovered his whereabouts, just because he didn't want to

Share food.

Hulk eats the most every time, and even opens his stomach to eat a second time when he transforms back into Banner. He always has leftovers.

Even Thor was not immune. They ate up the earth within a year, and then went to the universe. It’s not that no one thought it was impossible to continue like this, but they couldn’t think normally when they were hungry. They could only eat enough meat.

Their brains have the thinking ability of normal people.

Spider-Man has tried to kill himself more than once when he was awake, but failed every time.

The mental tentacles completely transmitted the thoughts in the sentry's mind to He Shenyan. The mage looked at his bitten left hand and saw that the wound was decaying rapidly. The two completely opposite forces of life and death were constantly fighting there.

Fighting is extremely painful and extremely refreshing.

"Nothing is impossible, Mr. Sentinel. I have never seen you in my world, but I have seen someone similar to you."

He clenched his right hand, and the sentry's head turned into rotten and stinky powder in an instant. The magic power penetrated directly into his body, opening a certain dimensional door that existed in the sentinel's body. The power of the explosion of millions of stars was at that moment

poured into his dry body.

The disappeared head came back again, and his rotting body was quickly becoming healthy. The virus was completely burned away by his own power without any chance of fighting back. The sluggish Robert Reynolds raised his hands, trembling.

Staring at them endlessly.

For decades, as if for the first time in his life, the feeling of hunger left the sentinel.

"That person's name is Captain Marvel. She is just as stupid as you, and she also doesn't know what kind of treasures are buried in her body. But you are stupider than her. At least, Carol has never eaten anyone."

A pale and slender hand penetrated his chest, crushing a still-beating heart into an explosive mist of blood. The sentry's face, which was healthy just now, was rapidly declining, but he didn't think about resisting, just

He smiled bitterly.

"So, I've always been able to resist that feeling?"

"Don't think too much, Reynolds, just die." He Shenyan said softly, and then used the power of the explosion of millions of stars to erase the existence of the Sentinel itself.

He slowly returned to the ground, with another brand-new power surging in his eyes - he did the same thing to the Sentinel as Captain Marvel, but he was not happy about it.

The power of the explosion of millions of stars surged within his body. They were more compliant than magic, and in just a few seconds, the mage's physical fitness was enhanced to the same level as Superman.

But does that matter?

He Shenyan raised his head and stared at the empty hole in the sky. T'Challa limped to his side, his broken leg still bleeding: "What is that thing?"

"Have you seen the horror movies from the 80s, T'Challa? Zombie movies."

Even though T'Challa had completely abandoned flesh and blood and became a complete mechanical body, he was stunned by this answer for a while: "...Zombies really exist?"

"That didn't exist before today, T'Challa. But, you've just seen a zombie version of the Hulk... so we'd better make the assumption that there really is such a world, and we all

People have become zombies.”

"I wish you didn't exist in that world."

"I hope so too." He Shenyan said softly.

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The king frowned and stood up, with a rag wrapped around his wrist. It may be hard to imagine, but this rag is indeed the culprit of the dimensional portal of the Avenue of Stars. On it was engraved the deep meaning of summoning Cytorak.

Red Summoning Spell.

The source has been found, but he doesn't seem relaxed.

The monsters the king killed here had nothing to do with Cytorak. They were the infamous dogs and cows, special creatures that anyone could summon as long as they were given magic power. They were extremely greedy for flesh and blood and had crazy aggressiveness.

"what the hell......"

With deep doubts, he stared at the rag on his wrist. The scarlet cloth was in tatters, with occasional flashes of light, and the characters engraved on it were dotted, looking like broken stars.

Does Cytorak have something to do with this?

Wang doesn't know.

He often dealt with Cytorak and his followers. The Crimson Demon God always wanted to return here after being expelled from the earth, but he never really succeeded. Over time, his wishes also changed, and he never returned to the earth.

The attempt to dominate this place once again turned into simply destroying it.

There is quite a feeling of love that cannot be achieved.

Unfortunately, if Cytorak was really just a man crazy about love, this matter would be easier to handle. But the problem is that he is basically a god, and a crazy god with deep malice towards the earth. In the past few years

For centuries, he and other agents of his will have been making waves on the earth, and they only want to completely destroy this place.

Thinking of this, Wang felt that it was not impossible for Cytorak to have nothing to do with this matter - he carefully wrapped the crimson rag with twelve sealing spells, and then summoned a Kamatai wearing Tony's new armor.

Lecturer Ji, the opponent’s name is Rajiv, a Frenchman, but his character is not frivolous, but extremely serious.

"What's the matter, King?"

"I need you to do me a favor, Rajiv."

Rajiv nodded solemnly, Wang stroked the rag on his wrist, continued to add sealing charms, and said with a serious expression: "Remember the spell we used to sneak into the Holy of Holies to read a book?"

"You mean 'fake key'?"

"Yes, that's it."

Rajiv asked keenly: "The door to the Holy of Holies is still closed to us? Is that why you need this spell to enter the Holy of Holies?"

"Actually, it's more than that." Wang rubbed his eyebrows with a headache. "It's not just as simple as closing. I can't even contact the Holy of Holies, as if it has been completely sealed. But no matter what,

, things related to Cytorak must be handed over there."

"I see."

Rajiv nodded.