Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Back in Africa, it had been three hours since any dimensional demons had descended into the hollow. It was getting dark gradually, and He Shenyan could feel the aura of the beholder rising in the hollow. Obviously, she was very trustworthy.

This ancient old god blocked most of the dimensional demons who wanted to enter the earth for him in the outer dimension of time chaos, and the mage was deeply moved by this.

Good man!

If this is not a good person, what is a good person? Selfless dedication, heroic fighting, and keeping enemies out of the world for mankind... He Shenyan thought to himself that if he were the Supreme Mage, why would he give her the title of Kamatai?

Ji Guardian.

——But then again, how to eliminate this hole? Of course, there is the most critical point.

Where are the angels?

They haven't appeared yet, and He Shenyan doesn't think that these winged bastards are sleepwalking. And the aura overflowing from the hollow doesn't have the disgusting sense of holiness they have. In other words,

They are not in outer dimensions.

Thinking of this, the mage narrowed his eyes. Just when he was about to bring Sithorn over for a chat, a communication from the Holy of Holies interrupted his movements.

"Hey!" Strange's voice was filled with anxiety. "Are you okay?!"

"I'm fine."

The mage replied, with a strangeness in his voice. Strange obviously heard it. He paused for two seconds and asked again: "What happened?"

"To make a long story short... Shuma Gorath made a deal with me. She selflessly chose to help us and is currently fighting a bloody battle with a large group of dimensional demons outside the world. Well, Strange,

I suggest you set up a memorial tablet for her."

In the Holy of Holies, Strange's expression gradually became distorted as he listened to the voice coming from the communication. Wang and Rajiv sat opposite him, and they looked at each other with surprisingly consistent expressions.

It was a kind of indifference that became calm after seeing strong winds and waves. Wang even picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip, his heart was as clear as ice.

"...Then what? Tell me what you have to say in one breath while I can still bear it." Strange said weakly.

Looking at the night sky, He Shenyan smiled: "What's more, I have become the messenger of death."

"puff!"

Upon hearing this, Wang squirted tea into the face of Rajiv next to him. Fortunately, the latter did not take off his armor.

The scalding tea was blocked by the armor's built-in shield and evaporated in the high temperature. Rajiv's face was hidden in the rising steam, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but he suddenly slid from the sofa to the blanket.

He looked like he was not sitting firmly.

"...You say it again?" Strange asked with trembling shoulders.

"I became the messenger of death - it's that simple, there is nothing surprising. Yes, it is one of the creation gods in your memory, the basic element that constitutes the existence of the universe and the world, death."

Under the African night sky, He Shenyan's tone remained calm: "Frankly speaking, I don't think this is a good thing."

He lowered his head and his eyes were gradually filled with pure black. This new perspective made him grit his teeth.

The improvement brought by the authority of death is much greater than he thought, and it is not just a simple change in life form - as the messenger of death, there are some things that he learned immediately after taking control of that part of authority.

For example, nothing can make him die.

The destruction of the world, or even the conceptual deprivation of life and soul, these things have no effect on him as long as he is in a world controlled by death. Even if someone is strong enough to destroy his body and soul, death will

Gently deny him entry into the realm of the dead.

——In other words, if he doesn't want to die, no one can let him die.

For another example, under the influence of authority, he can easily make anything, anyone, or anything die - without having to bear any price, because death gives him the greatest permission.

It was a kind of trust that seemed to be unreserved, and the power of authority was so terrifying that He Shenyan could even kill the air with just one thought. And the consequences of doing so were obvious just by thinking about it.

For a moment, everyone was silent. Strange didn't even know what to say. None of the knowledge he learned from the classics told him how to deal with the situation at hand. Becoming the messenger of death

?What are the pros and cons? What are the impacts?

No one has ever done this in their history, and He Shenyan is the first. This is not a good thing, being the 'first' in the magical world often means bad luck.

For example, Wa Yinfan, the first 'madman' to try to cross the border, or the mage who invented the fireball technique. The half of his hand bones left from experimenting with the fireball technique are still sealed in Kama Taj.

Another example is the first 'wise man' to try time travel, Nora's Whitebeard. This one is even more heavyweight. He has trapped himself in a cycle forever. To this day, he can only exist in 1981.

Ten years after 3:12:47 pm on September 11, 2011 in London, England, once the ten years passed, he continued the cycle.

And for the first person to become the messenger of death, what kind of ending will He Shenyan have?

no one knows.

Strange couldn't help but feel a little angry in his tone: "Yes, you also know that this is not a good thing! For the sake of Ancient One, can't you not do such a risky thing for once?

!”

"Don't be excited, junior brother, I didn't take the initiative to find her to make a deal this time."

The mage's tone remained calm, as if this was not surprising at all.

"Besides, I don't think I have the right to refuse." At this point, he smiled. "That's it for now. I have to talk to Sithorn."

He ended the communication.

In the Holy of Holies, the atmosphere was a little stagnant. Strange's expression was very bitter, and he sighed: "It's like this again, we can only do small things behind him forever, just like when Ancient One was still alive. It's dangerous.

When it comes, they will always be the first to take the majority of the risks, while we..."

"What kind of Supreme Mage am I?"

Wang ignored his self-pity at all. He poured himself a new cup of tea and took a sip: "Don't fall into the trap, Strange. You have done a good job as the Supreme Mage."

As he spoke, he laughed: "...We all did a good job, didn't we? If we can't help him, then try our best not to hold him back. There isn't much we can do, but

We have to do something. This is not He Shenyan’s world alone, and Master Kama Taj is not alone in his world.”

Rajiv sat up from the floor and nodded: "Although this fat man is very unreliable sometimes, such as spraying tea all over me. But what he said is right, Strange, you have too high demands on yourself.

.He is no longer someone we can catch up with. For this kind of person who is far ahead of our times..."

The Frenchman stood up and smiled wisely: "Just give him the greatest support."