Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

Steven Grant felt like he was going crazy. Everything that happened in the past few days was overturning the worldview he had formed over more than thirty years of life.

For the first time, he discovered that he had a second personality, a man named Mark who shared the same body with him. And with Mark's arrival came a series of horrifying encounters.

In just a few days, he lost his stable job and the appointment that came out of nowhere; then he met a godly stickman, met an equally godly god, and finally met a man who claimed to be him.

Wife woman.

Fortunately, the man named Arthur seemed to intend to be polite before fighting, so he explained all the ins and outs to him face to face. Although he ultimately disagreed with the ideas of Arthur and the Egyptian god Amit he served, at least he understood the matter.

The key.

Simply put, an irreconcilable battle of ideas broke out between two Egyptian gods; and this battle extended to their respective followers.

Since the personality named Mark in Steven is a follower of one of the gods, Steven is also forced to get involved.

At the moment, Steven and his wife Laila, whom he just met, are being chased by the hell monster summoned by Arthur and have no way out.

When Qiang Xiang and Modu came here, Steven was wearing a snow-white suit and a hood similar to nylon stockings, and he was facing off against Warcraft.

Unlike the black stockings commonly used by bank robbers, Steven's nylon stockings are white.

"Although I know that hell jackal is not a good thing, but the man it is about to bite to death doesn't look like a serious person, right?" Qian Qian put on a temporarily borrowed mage cloak, hiding in the mirror space, looking through the mirror space.

Passing through the thin space barrier, watching the fight in the alley.

"Except for bank robbers, those who would wear such headgear are either voyeurs or perverts." He complained about the clumsy Steven.

Modo, who was also in the mirror space, ignored his thoughts and focused on searching his surroundings.

"Casillas was not found." Mordo pointed to Arthur who was hiding in the shadow of the building. "That man has the remnants of magic fluctuations on his body. He summoned the Hell Jackal."

"A hell monster in the form of a jackal, an ancient Egyptian god?" Xiang Qian also discovered Arthur early, "Who is it? Osiris or Anubis?"

Kama Taj has preserved a wealth of magical historical materials, and has detailed records of the true aspects of many myths since ancient times; it is not difficult to identify the origin of the Hell Jackal going forward.

The difficulty is that the content about the dead and the world of the undead occupies a large proportion in ancient Egyptian mythology, and there is more than one god with the task of hell.

"No matter who you are, you should not openly summon hell monsters in front of the world." Modu said angrily, "Kama Taj does not interfere in the affairs of the gods, but this is not an excuse for them to act arbitrarily."

"You want to take care of it?" He glanced at Modu noncommittally.

Modu was ready to go: "I want to give them a reminder, or a warning."

"Should we ask clearly before we talk? I'm not telling you. Actually, that slut in the white suit doesn't look like a good person either."

"The warning is given to both of them at the same time." Modu glared forward and began to cast a spell in his hand.

The mirror space expanded silently, including all the people and wolves in the alley.

Qianqian smiled disapprovingly: "It's up to you."

In the nearly twenty years of Karma Taj's career, Xiang Xiang has long seen through this senior fellow Modu; he is a rigid guy with an excessive sense of honor.

In Modu's heart, Kamal Taj shoulders the important task of protecting the earth, and naturally has an unquestionable lofty status; at the same time, he himself also regards himself as the best candidate to shoulder the important responsibility and honor of Kamal Taj.

In an almost paranoid state of mind, Mordo cannot accept the slightest mistake or any behavior that damages the honor and prestige of Kamataki - whether internally or externally.

Now, the power from the Egyptian gods has openly appeared in the world, which has obviously violated Modu's bottom line.

Steven, who was dragged into the mirror space, noticed the sudden change in the surrounding environment and was immediately frightened and screamed; while the Hell Jackal on the other side obviously lacked IQ and was still obsessed with the task and rushed towards Steven.

Mo Du used magic power to transform a flail in his hand, swung it head-on from the side, and cleanly beat the hell tiger and wolf to ashes.

As a direct disciple of the Supreme Mage, it is not easy to deal with a summoned low-level hell monster.

The remaining dregs of Hell Tiger Wolf turned into decaying dust, and were blown out of the mirror space by a gust of breeze, falling directly at Arthur's feet.

"This is a warning from Kama Taj; you have crossed the line." Mordu's voice rang in Arthur's ears, and the other person's face changed and he quickly left the scene.

"Okay, now it's your turn." Mo Du turned around and said seriously; the person he was talking to still hadn't come back to his senses at this moment, looking around in the mirror space.

"It's my turn, what's my turn?" Steven stammered in fright; he watched with his own eyes as the other party casually killed the Hell Jackal with one blow.

Could it be that after killing the jackal, it was his turn to die?

"Tell me, who are you? Who is fighting with you? What are you going to do?" Modu asked sharply.

"I, I, I... my name is Steven, I am just a souvenir salesman in the museum... I used to be a salesperson. In fact, I always wanted to be a commentator, but I have been fired; they said that I damaged the museum.

bathroom. But it wasn’t me... To be precise, it was me and the monster who caused it, but it was self-defense..."

"Shut up!" This incoherent statement made Modu feel a black line on his forehead; he subconsciously looked forward and saw that the other party was gloating about his misfortune, clearly only intending to watch the fun.

Steven was as frightened as a quail, looking left and right, cowering and not daring to speak.

"Who is the person who is chasing you? Why is he chasing you? Who does he work for?" Modu could only try to use clear questions to guide the other party's answer.

"His name is Arthur;" Steven was also trying to adjust his emotions, "He wants what I have in my hands..."

"Don't say it!" Halfway through Steven's words, a sharp scolding suddenly sounded in his mind, stopping his words.

Modu, who was waiting for the answer, didn't know why.

"What does Arthur want? Is there anything he can't say?"

Steven did not answer immediately, but slapped his head hard and said to himself: "Why can't you say, someone finally took care of this matter, why not hand it over?"

Steven's seemingly crazy state aroused Mordo's suspicion.

"Answer my question." Mo Duhe asked.

Steven could no longer make a sound. He began to roll on the ground and slapped his cheeks repeatedly with such force that he almost hurt himself. However, he did not respond to Mordo's questions.

"Are you crazy?" Mordo wanted to pull Steven up, but unexpectedly the other party reached out and hit him, and directly pushed away Mordo's hand; his skills were unexpectedly strong, unlike when he faced the Hell Jackal before.

The clumsiness of the time was completely different.

But before Modo could react further, Steven withdrew his pushing hand and continued to compete with himself.

Qiang Qian watched with great joy and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You just stand aside and watch? What's going on with this guy?" Modu was almost going crazy.

After looking forward to the excitement, he suppressed his laughter and said, "Can't you see, this person has two personalities, and they are fighting for the dominance of his body. One of them is willing to answer your questions, but the other is obviously unwilling.

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As a potential psychology expert, Qiang Qian saw through Steven's problem almost at a glance.

"Dual personality?" Modu looked at the staggering Steven in shock, "Then what should I do? Just watch him strangle himself to death?"

"So, do you want me to help?" Xiang Qiang had an inexplicable expectant smile on his face.

Mo Du was furious and asked sternly: "Do you just want to watch from the side?"

"Of course not, but..." Qiang Xiang pretended to think deeply, "When asking someone for help, most people will say the word 'please'."

Modu's eyes almost popped out, and he almost roared: "Then I'll ask you to do a favor, okay?"

"I'm happy to help." Xiang Xiang accepted the offer; he pressed his fingers and said eagerly: "Actually, I have always wanted to try this trick, but I never got the chance; the teacher did not allow me to find the magicians of Kama Taj.

Go try it.”

"What's the trick?" Modu suddenly felt bad when he heard Qiang Xiang say that he was forbidden by Ancient Yi.

But it was too late to stop it.

"This is the move." He stepped forward, made a gesture with his hands, and saw the opportunity to push out with his palm, hitting Steven's chest impartially.

Steven, who was originally competing with himself, seemed to have been pressed on the pause button. His body froze for an instant, and then slowly fell to the ground softly.

Two vaguely transparent spirits appeared in mid-air.

"Shit!" Modu only had time to utter a curse word, but he had no time to stop him.

It is not difficult for Modu to separate the spirit body. There are even many magicians in Karma Taj who can separate their own spirit bodies; but they are limited to themselves. If you want to force other people to separate their spirit bodies with external force, one person cannot do it well.

It's going to kill people.

After human death, the soul will resonate with the hell dimension and be led into hell; the soul separated from the spirit body is actually no different from the soul of the deceased.

The mage can use magic to protect his soul from being led away by the hell dimension, but ordinary people who are forced to separate their spirit bodies have no ability to protect themselves. If you cannot protect the separated Steven spirit body forward, once the opponent is drawn into the hell dimension

, which is equivalent to killing the opponent with your own hands.

Qiang Qian was unaware of Mo Du's shock and anger, and walked to the two spiritual bodies standing in the air; the faces and postures of the two spiritual bodies were almost exactly the same.

"You should be Steven." Looking forward, he looked at one of the spirits with a face full of curiosity and fear, and made his own judgment.

"Yes, yes, I'm Steven; what's wrong with me...wow!" Steven screamed and was startled by the other "self" next to him.

However, whether it was his words or screams, there was actually no sound at all; their "voices" were directly transmitted to the "consciousness" in the other person's mind through the fluctuations of the spirit's thoughts.

Stepping forward, I ignored the fussing Steven, but turned to look at another spirit with the same face, who quickly calmed down in panic and had a gloomy face.

"So who are you? Why don't you introduce yourself?" Qiang Xiang asked politely.

"Mark Spector." The other party replied still gloomily.

After waiting for a while, he asked curiously: "What else? Just saying a name is not a self-introduction. If you go to my company to apply for a job like this, I'm afraid the first question will be brushed off by the interviewer."

"I don't want to say more."

"It seems you can't help it." Modu said angrily.

"I have my mission and the people I want to protect. I can't reveal the secret. If I don't want to say it, I don't have to say it," Mark said with a cold face.

Qianqian smiled: "It's cool, but also stupid!"

Mark glanced disdainfully, but failed to see through the face hidden under the hood of the cloak; he said nothing, but the expression on his face seemed to say: "I am too lazy to talk to you anymore."

He moved forward but did not let go of Mark's plan. He pointed at the body lying limply on the ground and said with unconcealed malice: "It seems that you haven't understood the current situation; first, let me confirm that you want to protect

Shouldn’t this person be this voyeuristic pervert who shares your body with you?”

Steven on the side protested angrily: "I'm not a voyeur or a pervert!" But no one paid him any attention.

"Then the next question is, do you think this voyeur has the ability to complete the task for you and protect the person you care about - I guess that should be a woman?"

There was a hint of concern in Mark's eyes, which was quickly replaced by a look of contempt - he glanced disdainfully at Steven beside him.

"Very well, then the last question is: If I only return this peeping tom's soul to my body and let him go, but at the same time take your soul down, what do you think will happen next?"

Xiang Qian smiled very sincerely, but in Mark's eyes, he looked like the most insidious devil in the world.

"How about it, Mr. Peeping Tom?" He turned to Steven and asked, "Are you satisfied with completely getting rid of the other personality and the chaos he brought, and being in complete control of your own body and your future life?"

Steven was ecstatic for a while, and then his smile gradually faded: "I...I...I'm afraid...I'm afraid I can't handle it by myself. The key is, Laila, Laila will be in danger."

"Oh, Laila -" Xiang Qian suddenly felt confused, "Is this Laila yours or...his?" His eyes glanced back and forth between Steven and Mark.

"Actually, I just met Laila for less than a day... Strictly speaking, the person who married Laila should be..." Steven was an honest man and hesitantly said everything that should be said and what should not be said.

But looking at the coy look on his face, what else doesn't the playboy, a veteran in love, not understand?

"orge on!" Xiang Qian almost burst into laughter, "Man, you fell in love with another of your own wives? However, this sentence can be simplified to say: you fell in love with your own wife."

"There doesn't seem to be anything unusual, right?" Qianqian asked Mark deliberately.

And Mark's face was already gloomy, as if he wanted to eat Steven.