Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Staring at the ugly-looking alien in front of him, but almost as tall as him, Angron stepped forward and struck an ax in the head.

"Crack!"

Lightning crackled and shook the air. The alien-shaped, turbid boy's hole shrank violently, and the huge cane in his hand, twisted like rotten wood, was raised at the same rapid speed.

"clang--!"

A huge sound of gold and iron was heard, and the ground collapsed due to the struggle between the two. The bodies of the soldiers were pushed far away by the aftermath. Angron grinned, took a step forward, and the ax blade naturally scratched the surface of the cane, using

The lower part of the ax hooked the cane, and then a sudden force was applied.

"boom!"

The alien looked at this scene in shock and anger. The loud noise before was the sound of his cane being thrown to the ground after someone took it away. It was like thunder. In just one encounter, it lost its weapon.

How could this be so...?! Who is this person?!

However, what made it even more angry was yet to come - Angron slowly put down the Lightning Ax in his hand.

The beating golden lightning that boiled like magma on it subsided, and the sharp ax face was embedded in the broken ground. He raised his hands, but there was nothing in them, and then Angron waved to it.

Seeing this scene, it let out an angry roar, its face was ferocious, and the face that still had human features was completely occupied by anger.

However, Angron's expression was frighteningly calm - the next second, the alien who was still standing rushed towards him, so fast that there was even an explosion sound in the air.

With his eyes focused, Angron threw out a backhand punch, which collided with its right fist, causing a huge noise and smoke. The alien did not stop there, but launched a series of violent attacks.

Fists, kicks - even headbutts, its desire to win was unabashedly displayed in front of Angron.

As a warrior, the Lord of Red Sand knows that fists, feet and swords cannot deceive anyone.

It really wants to win - there must be some reason why it has to win.

but......

Me too.

The armor was constantly struck by the uninterrupted attack, which was as turbulent as the sea water, and the heavy muffled sound echoed on the plain.

Frightened birds flew across the sky, chirping ominously. Sheep and deer ran quickly on the grass. Only the huge trees still stood on the horizon, paying an emotionless gaze to this place.

During the continuous attacks, the alien thought it had seized the opportunity - it suddenly took a step back, raised its upper body, and raised its right fist to an exaggerated angle with its upper body. However, it still had a long way to go.

Far more than that.

A plan that had been forming in its mind since the weapon was lost was fully revealed at this moment.

Golden rays of light spilled out from the gap in its clenched right fist, and a huge war hammer condensed in an instant. Angron's eyes changed at that moment. He couldn't help but reveal an excited smile, and his canine teeth protruded.

When it comes out of the lips, it looks like a rabid dog baring its teeth.

"Suffer death, you madman!"

It roared angrily, and the war hammer suddenly crashed down. Angron could feel the impact that was already heartbreaking before it came, and the muscles on his face were slowly deforming due to the huge wind pressure - but.

However, he did not retreat even one step.

On the contrary, Angron bullied him.

The war hammer fell, creating a huge circular hole on the ground. The entire ruins in front of the level completely collapsed, and the rubble buildings and the corpses of the soldiers fell into the deep pit. In this scene, it was like the end of the world.

Among them, the alien did not show any joy at the victory.

The long-planned blow just now failed to hit its enemy.

Its face was as sinking as water, and it retreated without mercy. A thick long tail stretched out from the tattered cloak, and attacked a black figure in mid-air with huge force - not

Angron, who else could it be?

He stretched out his hands with a grin, and the crimson blood wrapped around it, and the boiling temperature made the air twist. With great power and violent temperature, Angron held its tail with both hands.

At that moment, what the alien felt was a pain even more painful than when a section of the wildly growing horn on his head was sawed off alive.

It couldn't help roaring, and the place where its long tail was held was completely deformed at that moment. The boiling blood forcefully 'swallowed' its tail, and a broken tail fell to the ground, along with it.

There was also blood gushing out, like a curtain of rain.

"It's finally getting interesting." Angron said with a grin. "You are a respectable opponent. If you have any hidden tricks, use them quickly. Otherwise, you will be very sorry."

"Crazy guy..."

The alien could not understand what he was saying. In its eyes, the language used by this suddenly rebellious person was not any one it knew - in this case, there was nothing left to say.

It is clear that this person must not be a citizen of the Golden Tree.

Then, he is a heretic.

With sharp eyes, the alien stretched out his hand. Angron stopped on the spot and let it do what it did. He thought it would be attacked, but unexpectedly, it just recalled its cane.

"Oh? It looks like this is more than just a cane... What do you think, do you have any new surprises for me?"

Faced with his provocative questions, the alien just waved its large, tattered cloak with a serious face. The next second, its body scattered into countless golden light spots and dissipated in place.

Only one sentence remains.

"I swear in the name of the last king, Menggote, traitor, you will die."

Angron couldn't understand what it was saying, but he thought it was probably some threatening words - he stood in the pit and yawned boredly.

I thought there would be a wonderful battle, but I didn't expect it to escape. Ha, aliens are aliens, and there is no glory at all.

With a slight jump, he returned to the ground, stretched out his hand, and the lightning ax that had flown a thousand meters away returned to his hand. It trembled gently, and lightning wrapped around the handle of the axe, engulfing his armor.

The overflowing high-temperature steam and blood were all driven away. The black armor was as bright as new again.

Raising his head, Angron stared at the huge golden tree on the horizon, and a feeling of hatred began to take root in his heart - the helmet's analysis system had already told him what it was from the beginning.

In essence, this golden tree is the same existence as the evil god, even more inferior. They are both the same, wrapping poison in a sweet coat to trick people into swallowing it, causing them to become corrupt, degenerate, and become

Monster-like appearance.

However, at least those evil gods do not bother to hide their true intentions and desires, and this similar tree...

"snort."

A disdainful snort came from his nose, and the helmet surged up from his neck like a wave again, covering his face. The scarlet eyepiece was lit, and Angron left this place in a few vertical jumps - he needed a chance.

Come and get close to this tree.

He had already had a premonition that the things needed for this journey must be closely related to that tree.