Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

It's him again.

It's still him.

It's always him.

Cytorak is the one who is most obsessed with the earth among the dimension demon gods, and can be regarded as the most persistent one. Although others also want to come to the earth to get a piece of the pie, they will not stay here like him.

Don't leave.

He Shenyan and a group of Kama Taj mages are almost physically uncomfortable with him. Every time there is a dimension invasion incident, they meet this red bastard. Not only is he difficult to deal with, but he also always likes to play smart tricks that he consciously

A profound strategy.

The crimson behemoth that just poked its head out had a huge, ferocious head, and the part that poked out from the black hole was two hundred meters long. It looked extremely terrifying, but He Shenyan didn't bother to do it at all.

He didn't want to talk nonsense to it, he didn't want it to come out of the black hole completely.

He clenched his right fist and punched it. A terrifying sonic boom sounded.

T'Challa, who was standing on the ground, almost fell to the ground - his electronic eyes were unable to capture the figure of the mage. What was even more terrifying was that a long white energy was punched out in the sky. Then, he heard the giant

The beast's howl, and the blood that covered the sky like raindrops.

He Shenyan turned around and stayed in mid-air. Looking at the results of this punch, his expression was rarely happy. He grinned and smiled: "Now I understand why Superman doesn't like to use his brain...

....”

When fists can solve everything, strategy becomes irrelevant.

Cytorak's scarlet behemoth was still wailing. The mage's punch didn't just penetrate it. In fact, he passed directly through its body and sown seeds in its body.

The seeds of destruction. Thousands of timed magic bombs were placed in the body of the giant beast by He Shenyan in just two seconds.

Now is a good time to watch fireworks.

The throat of the scarlet giant beast began to expand abnormally, and its flesh and blood bulged high, and exploded violently after reaching a certain node. Large chunks of flesh and blood were blown away in all directions, and this giant beast did not need to

Suffering such horror, it is a pity that its owner created it just for aggression.

Therefore, He Shenyan had no choice but to give it a rather painful death.

The mage pinched his fingers, and hundreds of portals opened around the giant beast's head, completely collecting its lost flesh and blood. They were collected and transformed in the mage's pocket dimension, and then, a handful of them were produced by Cytorak.

A huge blade made from the magic of creation itself poked out of a newly opened portal.

There is a joke that only circulates in the wizarding world, which goes like this.

'To deal with the huge Cytorak creations, you can only fight them back with something bigger than them. I think this may be because Cytorak has a super small dick, so he always craves big things.

Like huge amounts of magic, and our souls on Earth.'

"God's Coming"

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on He Shenyan's lips.

He did not hold the knife directly, but held it with his mental tentacles - one hundred and seventy meters long, the blade of the same origin as the crimson beast began to light up little by little, from the tail to the knife

At the same time, the energy that was continuously emitted in circles began to spread from the blade to the entire sky.

Three seconds later, it was lifted.

T'Challa, who was standing on the ground, couldn't help but squint his eyes. His electronic eyes allowed him to do this, but he actually didn't need to squint to protect his eyeballs - the reason why he did this was because

His human memory and certain habits are causing trouble.

His two mechanical hind legs opened, and sharp mechanical stingers protruded from them, firmly piercing into the ground. The huge robot that had fought with the Hulk before also disintegrated again, turning into hundreds of solid shields.

In front of him. Even so, the strong wind that suddenly came in the next second almost blew him away.

Then, there was a huge sound like a planet exploding - T'Challa was sure that people across Africa could hear that sound. After the strong wind subsided slightly, he finally raised his head from behind the shield pile.

The sky turned scarlet, and the lifeless corpse of the scarlet beast hung next to the hollow. It had been completely cut open, and the whole body was horrible to look at. The almost substantial crimson power belonging to Cytorak was floating in the air, but

Didn't exist for long.

They soon seemed to be attracted by something and floated quickly in one direction. He Shenyan was standing in that direction. He did not move, but gradually absorbed the power belonging to Cytorak.

Already.

——There is a saying that goes well, if you want to defeat a monster, you cannot do it without the determination to become a monster yourself.

In just two hours since the launch, He Shenyan has already 'eaten' a zombie sentinel that can be said to be a god, as well as this crimson behemoth that died just after it appeared. In fact, the latter's strength

It's not worse than the former. It is the crystallization of Cytorak's power. This thing definitely has the ability to destroy the world.

Unfortunately, it met the mage.

He Shenyan burped without any image, and his eyes filled with golden and crimson brilliance. He Shenyan slowly landed on the ground. T'Challa stared at him, his steel face no longer expressionless, but with a smile on his face.

Humanized concerns.

"...My energy detection pointer tells me that you just absorbed that red energy."

"Yes."

"Is this a good thing for you?" T'Challa asked. "In the few seconds we have been talking, your energy level has increased a lot... Can humans really withstand such terrifying power?

"

"Don't underestimate the power of human will, T'Challa. Aren't you an example yourself?"

The mage smiled lightly, raised his hand and knocked on his steel breastplate. The banging sound echoed across the wasteland. He said: "And, I must do this."

"What do you mean?" T'Challa asked again. "Must?"

"Yes." The mage nodded slightly, turned around, and stared at the hole in the sky.

"I am almost alone against all the dimensional demons, T'Challa. Whether you are willing to admit it or not, this level of battle is no longer something you can interfere with. No one can, only me."

"I am the last line of defense for the earth - like the Ancient One, my ally is myself. I have no backup and no helpers I can count on. So, if I don't do something dangerous, we won't be able to do anything dangerous."

The hope of winning.”

After a long silence, with a trace of unwillingness, T'Challa asked: "Not even Thor? I have his contact information. If you need it, I can convey a message to him within fifteen minutes, as long as he wants to

, it only takes two minutes to return to Earth through the Rainbow Bridge.”

"Yes, T'Challa. Not even Thor."

From T'Challa's perspective, he could just see He Shenyan's side face. That half of his face was expressionless, and his jawline was extremely hard, like some kind of ice that would never melt. The radiance in his eyes had already

It gradually subsided, and only occasionally one could still see the intertwined golden and scarlet lights flashing through.

"...I understand, then, is there anything else I can do to help?"

"Actually, there is."

He Shenyan turned around and smiled.

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"That should be fine... Come on, Rajiv, let's try it."

King Rajiv waved, and an amorphous white glow floated on his right hand. At this time, it was constantly changing its shape, and it looked quite beautiful.

After hearing his words, Rajiv trudged over. In just a few steps, he was covered in sweat. Like Wang, a similar glow floated on his right hand.

Wang solemnly stretched out his right hand, and the glow floated out, and Rajiv did the same action. The moment the glow left the palm, they summoned frost to cover the palm. Hissing sound and high-temperature steam

It rose up and covered their faces.

Rajiv exhaled comfortably - the white glow was so hot that it almost burned his hand even through the armor. Cooling treatment was necessary, otherwise the hand would not be able to remain stable and he would not be able to proceed to the next step.

"are you ready?"

Wang asked, receiving a slight nod from Rajiv.

The two looked at each other, then popped out their right hands through the high-temperature steam. Magic power poured out from the pre-set circulation opening in the armor, and was shaped into a circle by their mental power, wrapped in two groups of glow.

Accompanied by violent tremors, two minutes later, two spheres took their place and stood in place.

Seeing this scene, Wang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He said with some complaint: "Damn, I haven't used this trick for so long, I'm a little rusty."

"Who would have thought that we would need this thing to open the door to the Holy of Holies? I thought that after my apprenticeship was over, I would never have to sneak into the library to read."

"You still have the nerve to say that? All you read are the diaries of female mages."

"So what? They're in the library for a reason."

"Haha." Wang Pi chuckled twice. In those years when the diary was born, the diary was really just a diary, not something written for others to read. Therefore, those female mages who once left their names in history

They don't even try to hide what they've done.

From a certain point of view, those diaries can be viewed as pornographic.

Rajiv knew he was in the wrong and had no intention of arguing with him. The stern-looking Frenchman coughed twice and opened a portal leading to the gate of the Holy of Holies. The ball followed them and passed through the portal.

The king raised his head and glanced at the door of the Holy of Holies. There was a simple mark on the door of this building that was completely invisible to mortals, and eight different runes were faintly shining on it. Seeing this scene, his heart finally lifted.

Let it go.

The runes are still functioning, and the safety of the Holy of Holies is at least guaranteed. But why Strange is unable to contact is still a point that needs to be careful.

They stood apart, each holding a ball and slowly crushing it. The overflowing glow quickly spread all over the body. The runes on the door made a low buzz, driving the door to open slowly. Wang and Rajiv

They quickly walked in, but the scene inside made them both stunned.

——That is not what the Holy of Holies should be like.