Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The king was holding half a piece of scorpion meat in his hand, which was delicious.

The crystal clear white tender meat looked delicious. The poor scorpion ran towards the flame giant and was roasted dry by the flame giant in a few minutes. The meat at the bottom was barbecued, and the meat in the middle was grilled.

It is steamed by high-temperature steam, cooking it once, and getting two flavors.

While Wang was eating deliciously, from the corner of his eye, he saw Rajiv looking into the distance with a sad face. While chewing, he asked inarticulately: "Why don't you eat, Rajiv?"

Can I eat it?

Rajiv's eyes twitched: "We are in another dimension now, Wang. We don't know if this thing that looks like a scorpion is poisonous. Although it smells quite fragrant, why can you eat it so carelessly?"

Is it so fragrant?"

"Now that you've come, let's live in peace." Wang smiled. "You won't be able to find your way back for a while, right? You might as well fill your stomach."

"I really envy your optimism."

"Then let's eat together - don't tell me, this guy's meat tastes very rich. The charcoal grilled part is like mutton, and the cooked part is like chicken."

Rajiv gave him a strange look, stretched out his hand to pull a small piece of charcoal-grilled meat and stuffed it into his mouth. His eyes lit up, and then he started eating like the king.

The two were sitting in the desert, with dead bones scattered around. The ground was made of glass formed by high temperatures. The huge scorpion carapace was still emitting residual heat. Around them, it looked like a towering city wall. The two sat separately.

Eat happily among the minced meat.

After eating and drinking enough, they set off again.

Walking in the desert has never been easy. Let alone anything else, just identifying the direction is enough to make many people drink. Fortunately, they are mages, so they can ignore things that ordinary people need to be careful about. If

Not to save mana, they can even fly away directly instead of using acceleration mode to trot across the desert.

While Wang was running, he even thought of joking to Rajiv: "What do you think of us turning into a Hummer?"

Rajiv's eyes almost rolled to the sky: "Come on, there is no such spell engraved in the armor. Besides, the car may not have an acceleration mode to go faster."

This is true - the armor's acceleration mode allows the two of them to run as fast as they are speeding.

The three-wheeled sun above their heads was still fierce, but fortunately the armor blocked most of the heat, so they were not so hot that they were sweating.

From time to time, the king would release his all-seeing eyes to observe the distance. He observed an oasis while eating. Not to mention anything else, there must be life next to the oasis in the desert. They had to try their luck, if the local residents could communicate

, that’s a good thing.

Half an hour later, they approached the oasis - but what appeared in front of them was not the so-called 'local residents', but Strange with long hair and a huge beard. His clothes were torn.

It was in tatters, with a ragged blanket wrapped around his waist, and he looked like a homeless man.

He looked at the two of them in astonishment, holding a wooden stick in his hand, which seemed to have the functions of both a weapon and a cane. They looked at each other for several seconds, and Strange almost burst into tears.

"I've been here for four years! Alone!" he said in a broken voice. "Four years! The magic is gone and I have to learn it all over again!"

Wang coughed and turned away, trying not to laugh out loud - compared to his cautiousness, Rajiv was much more candid. After hearing what he said, the Frenchman immediately burst into laughter.

"Are you still laughing?!" Strange looked at him with disbelief on his face. "Do you know how I have lived these four years?!"

"Uh, Strange." Wang stretched out his hand and grabbed his attention. "Well, Rajiv is a bastard, it's true, but let's talk about why you are here."

After comforting the emotional Strange for a while, they were finally able to have a good conversation with each other. Strange took the two of them to a small cabin in the middle of the oasis. It looked shabby, and his craftsmanship was obviously not good. .However, it’s good to have a place to live, so you can’t expect too much.

"...I just closed my eyes and came here." Strange said with a depressed face. "I thought there was a problem with the magic power supply, so it became like this. It was hot. When I opened my eyes, I saw three suns hanging in the sky, surrounded by desert."

"It took me half a year to get out of here. In the first week, I could only eat some desert bugs and the like, raw. If it weren't for my good memory, I could learn by recalling the past. If I were to learn the basic spells again with all the knowledge I had gained, I would have died of thirst in the desert."

"It was already a year after I found the oasis... At the beginning, I couldn't even sleep peacefully." Strange looked scared. "One night, I slept in an open space. As a result, In the middle of the night, I found a bony hand stretching out from the sand, grabbing my calf and trying to grab me too."

Wang and Rajiv looked at each other, and both thought of the undead army.

"In short, I have been here alone for a long time. The magic power absorbed by meditation is very small. I summon water once every five days, and it takes three days of meditation to perform a material transformation spell. I only have one pot now!"

Strange stretched out his hand and pointed to the corner of the room: "Conduct material transformation every three days, converting wood or sand into edible meat... God, I really miss those junk foods."

What he said was very tragic, but Wang couldn't help but want to laugh. Fortunately, his acting skills were good and he had a face that didn't let Strange see it.

Wang coughed: "So, do you have any idea where this is?"

"How do I know where this is?!"

It's okay that he didn't mention it, but when he did, Strange collapsed again.

"My knowledge is of no use at all! Not to mention knowing where this is, I can't even tell what kind of ghost undead they are! There is no aura of black magic or necromancy on them, and there are no powerful ones nearby. The drive of evil!"

Strange waved his arms excitedly: "I try to figure out how these ghost things crawled out every day, but I can't figure it out! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

He hammered the ground with his wooden stick in a rude manner, and Wang understood that for Strange, a somewhat paranoid person, the fact that he might not know the answer to this question would make him feel even more devastated than not being able to go home.

However, this is not a top priority.

Wang comforted him again: "Calm down, Strange. Listen, we must have a way to go back, okay?"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of Strange's humble home.

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Shuma Golas, you are such a good man.

Looking at her figure disappearing into the void, He Shenyan sighed sincerely - who would have thought that he actually won twice in the deal with the beholder?

Shuma Gorath will stop those dimensional demons who want to continue attacking. There is no guarantee how much she can stop, but the strength of the beholder is needless to say, especially outside the dimension, she can perform better. Other

Second, she also very generously gave part of her power to the mage.

He Shenyan is not worried that Shuma Gorath will tear up the contract - for an ancient like her, the concept of 'breaking the contract' does not exist at all.

Their pride does not allow them to do such a thing. Even that old bastard Mephisto can only play tricks on the contract and will never violate the terms of the contract.

"The Point Guard Is Here"

The mage, who was in a very happy mood, smiled slightly and quickly put on a serious face. He sighed and reached out to grab the energy floating in front of him.

The beholder, Shuma Gorath, the Lord of Chaos - also known as the Shrieking Soul Devourer, is a terrifying existence that can lick stars like yogurt. This person rarely makes deals with mages, and most spellcasters

My first thought when I saw him was 'Oh, I'm dead'.

There is no other reason than that Shuma Gorath can swallow magic power.

This is one of the reasons why He Shenyan feels unsure when facing her. She is basically a natural enemy of magic. In fact, she can draw energy from various energy sources. Shuma Gora

It's not like Si cannot be killed, but unfortunately, she existed before time existed.

This means that there is no point in killing her - Shuma Gorath can come back from the end of time and do it again.

He looked at the energy in his hand. The huge amount of energy from the beholder could allow him to move up a level again. But the question was, should he do this?

After thinking again and again, he still did not continue to devour. He had already eaten enough, biting off more than he could chew. The more important point was that quantity was not the same as quality. He could not 'digest' the beholder in a short while.

Even if they exist in the mage's body, they cannot give him any substantial help.

He doesn't need extra magic power to cast spells - he's not some white-haired man named Ka.

Throwing the energy into her pocket dimension, He Shenyan flew near the hollow and carefully observed its edge. The beholder's violent power came from inside, and it was obvious that she had begun to fight those same ancient ones.

However, the hole itself is still functioning, which means that there is still a lucky person who has passed the beholder's blockade and is about to reach his world.

He Shenyan was ready for a fight - however, after a third of a second, he stopped the destruction spell he was about to prepare in surprise.

What emerged from the void was not a gigantic beast, or an ancient evil god. Nor was it a devil whose body was burning with flames, or an amorphous black shadow. What emerged from the void was a cloaked, tall figure.

A graceful woman.

She has extremely smooth black hair. The color is so dark that it seems to absorb light and is fascinating. There is a faint smile on the woman's face, and her delicate lips are painted with black.

lip gloss. Although she acted non-threatening, the mage became more nervous than ever before.

"Death..." He uttered these two words solemnly. "Why are you here?"

"Don't be so formal, mage. I've known you for a long time."

There was a charming smile on Death's face. She slowly floated in front of the mage, her white and slender arms stretched out from under the cloak, and she gently made an invitation gesture to He Shenyan: "Mind talking to me.

?"

It's as if I can refuse.

Death smiled and nodded: "Of course you have the right to refuse, Master. In fact, if you want, I can leave now. The question is, do you want to?"

She looked at He Shenyan expectantly.

After a long silence, He Shenyan finally shook his head at her: "What do you want?"

"Like my creation Shuma Gorath, I came to you to propose a deal - why are you so surprised? It is an open secret that she is my creation."

Death covered his lips with a smile: "After all, I am a symbol of death. And she can just bring me a lot of death."

"What deal do you want to make with me?"

"It's simple, Master."

Speaking of this, the smile that seemed to never fade away on Death's face disappeared, and her beautiful appearance gradually faded away, replaced by a skull. It opened its mouth, teeth collided, and with a monotonous sound, it spit out something belonging to Death.

the sound of.

"There is such a group of winged outsiders," the skull said. "You should be very familiar with their appearance and their actions. They plagiarized the image created by an ancient creator for themselves. In our world

He stirred up trouble and took away countless souls that belonged to me."

Hatred was like a burning flame, igniting in its empty eyes.

"Those souls should have rested in the realm of death, instead of being thrown into the furnace of souls and used as fuel..." Death spat out a sentence gloomily. "You are a smart man, mage, you should know

What do I want you to do?"

"Actually, Ms. Death, your creation, Shuma Gorath, made an identical request to me not long ago——"

"——No, it's different."

He Shenyan's words were interrupted by death. This little-known one of the real creation gods shook his head: "She is her, and I am me. She has her own free will, and she asked you to kill those

Angels, because she hates them, and I am different."

Death comes to the mage.

The flesh and blood grew, and in an instant, that beautiful face came back. She looked at He Shenyan solemnly, held his face, and said softly: "I ask you to kill them because I want you to do it for me."

Vengeance for those dead souls.”

"Angels are making trouble in the world with their stolen images. They have taken away many souls who should have rested in peace, and deprived them of the opportunity to find peace after death. I ask you to take revenge for this, so be careful."

"And in return—"

Death gave him a deep kiss.

In an instant, the power belonging to an ancient dark realm began to surge in He Shenyan's blood vessels. His eyes widened. The power of death changed his form of existence at that moment. From this moment on,

All the ancients in the multiverse have learned his name.

"——You will be my messenger."