Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Although Rajiv agreed to help, the current situation did not allow them to simply spend more than ten minutes to create a 'fake key' to enter the Holy of Holies through the door as before.

All mages have been deprived of their magic, and they now rely entirely on their armor to cast spells. In other words, if they want to release the 'False Key' again, they have to invent this spell from scratch again.

——This is no small project.

Generally speaking, those who are qualified to enter the Holy of Holies, in addition to those recognized by the Supreme Master, are the senior lecturers of Karma Taj. The principle of the fake key is actually very simple. It is to simulate one of the two identities and force the door

Open it and let them in. However, this is easier said than done.

Wang frowned and started simulating reactions with magic power. Everyone's magic power reactions were different and had their own special 'waves', which meant that he might have to try thousands of times before he had a chance to find the one who could.

Enter through the fluctuations of the Holy of Holies' gates.

Rajiv was also very different. The two of them were squatting beside the broken road without any mage image at this time. If they ignored the magic power in their hands and the armor on their bodies, they might be regarded as homeless vagrants.

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T'Challa is installing a high-tech prosthetic leg on himself.

He is not inferior to Tony in terms of inventions and creations. He has also made progress during the years he has lived alone in Wakanda. At least his body of steel has completely replaced flesh and blood. No one on earth is so crazy except him.

After losing his right leg, T'Challa was left with only one lung.

It's hard to tell whether he is a human or a machine, but He Shenyan doesn't care. T'Challa's soul is still dancing in his mechanical body. This is a fact that cannot be eliminated.

The installation was completed, and with a soft click, his right leg was buckled on the knee. The flowing metal quickly covered the surface of the calf, and soon, it seemed as if it had already existed on T'Challa's body.

As one. Black Panther stood up straight, looked up at the portal in the sky, and remained silent.

His prosthetic eyes can even be used as an aerial telescope, not to mention this level of magnification. In his field of vision, something is moving in the hollow in the sky.

The intensive malice even caused his mechanical brain to tremble, and the emotional processing unit issued a warning to him. T'Challa had to block out the simulated emotions and returned to a bloodless and tearless machine.

He asked: "That's it? It won't produce new monsters anymore?"

"Of course...impossible." He Shenyan replied. "It is gathering momentum, T'Challa. Waiting for a point where we all relax. In fact, the magic reaction coming from the hole is becoming more and more...

It’s getting denser.”

"I can't see magic." T'Challa said frankly. "That's not within the range of the mechanical eye."

When he talked about the mechanical eyes, the mage became interested. Waiting was a long and boring process. In order to pass the time, he had begun to study how strong his suddenly increased physical fitness was. At this time, T'Challa's words made him

He smiled slightly.

"What have you installed on yourself, T'Challa? Mechanical eyes, artificial spines?"

"I used vibranium to create a skeleton."

T'Challa tapped his chest, and the flowing nanometal surged to the side, exposing his metal ribs. The scene was horrifying, but neither of the two people present took it seriously.

"Then there are various organs - in fact, they are all just superficial. For example, this metal heart, although it is still beating, actually has no hematopoietic function at all. There are no blood vessels in my body, only energy transport channels.

.The heart is just a processor."

The metal finger moved down, and T'Challa's tone did not waver at all: "Then there is my only remaining lung. I no longer need to breathe, and the reason why I keep it is just as a souvenir. It is still very healthy, and I have

Then I will consider whether to donate it.”

"Where's your brain?"

"I used the Ultron technology that Tony and Banner had studied before to completely upload my own personality and memories into the computer. I completed this work before my original brain was dissolved by the virus bomb."

A smile appeared on T'Challa's metal face, and the steel squirmed. It was not very friendly, but rather terrifying.

"From a certain perspective, He, I'm just an AI now."

But your soul is still in the body, my friend. He Shenyan looked at him deeply and said nothing, but made a gesture to indicate to him to continue.

T'Challa continued to introduce his new body: "However, mechanization is not without its benefits. I can simulate various previous emotions through the mechanical brain, and I can still be very emotional as long as I want. Unfortunately, Wakanda

Now that I am the only one who exists, even sensibility has no meaning."

"Now, the speed at which I can run at full speed can match Tony's maximum flight speed. I can resist all human weapons except nuclear bombs. I can survive under the ocean at a depth of 10,000 meters, and I can also survive in space without relying on any oxygen.

More than four months. If there is sunlight, it can last longer.”

"Are you solar powered?"

"Sometimes." T'Challa suddenly told a cold joke. "Most of the time I am driven by pure energy. When I have time, I can show you how to drink oil. I have tried it myself. Most of the energy on the earth is

I can use them all.”

"In other words, the kinetic energy generated when you run can also be absorbed by yourself?"

"The efficiency is not low."

"Perpetual motion machine?" The mage spread out his hands. "You are really 'mechanically ascended', T'Challa. Some people I know must really want to know you, no, maybe they will support you."

"For me?"

They might even think you are some kind of alter ego of Ohm's Messiah, T'Challa.

He Shenyan did not say this. It would be too troublesome to explain what Ohm Messiah is, and the current situation did not allow them to continue talking.

The mage raised his head, and for the first time he did not rely on magic, but used his body to fly. The power of the sentinel made him completely surpass human beings, and this unexpected joy also made him somewhat novel. Flying with magic and his own body

They are two completely different concepts, and it is difficult for him to say which one is better.

——But, both have one thing in common.

He flies to kill.

Echoes of howling began to be heard in the hollow, and a deep fear that had been rooted in human hearts since ancient times began to spread in the African sky. A huge crimson beast poked its head out of the hollow.

He Shenyan sighed.

"Cytorak, you son of a bitch."