Marvel's Random Summoner

Above the ruins of the flames, a tall blood-red figure seven or eight meters tall stood straight in the endless flames.

At the same time, on a small building not far away, Coulson looked at the slightly strange figure in front of him and didn’t know what kind of words to use to express his mood at the moment.

Since he knew Leng Jun, he had never seen Old Master Leng look so serious, and even when this person was angry, he always gave him a feeling of “very casual”.

But at this moment… The Leng Jun in Coulson’s eyes completely broke his long-standing view of Leng Jun.

The heavy plate armor full of historical atmosphere glowed with mottled silver light, and under the helmet mask, the eyes that had flashed red made Old Master Leng look like some kind of ancient undead, which made people feel chilling.

Looking at the rusty big sword in Old Master Leng’s hand, combined with Old Master Leng’s plate armor cover, it gave Old Master Leng the feeling of an ancient knight who was revived in the ancient battlefield.

“Snap!” Just as Coulson sighed at Old Master Leng’s dress, suddenly Old Master Leng raised his left hand and snapped his fingers.

A phantom appeared in front of Old Master Leng at the end of Old Master Leng snapping his fingers.

What Coulson saw was a “little elf” that looked only the height of a normal person’s calf, and when Coulson wondered if this was the reinforcement summoned by Old Master Leng , Old Master Leng suddenly spoke.

“Clear the field!” Cold tone, concise command.

Then, Coulson saw the elf bow to Leng Jun very respectfully, and the next moment, the elf’s figure disappeared.

“You are?” Coulson looked at Leng Jun with some curiosity and asked.

“The cloth head will send away the guys in the ‘battlefield’!” Leng Jun changed his previous speaking style and responded very concisely.

“That… What about those two in heaven? Coulson froze when he heard this, but reacted in a blink of an eye, the elf seemed to have the ability to teleport, and it was indeed a good choice to clean up those civilians present.

Merely….. In the news tomorrow morning, it is estimated that there will be many legends about elves.

“Since they provoked the war, then the battlefield is where they should stay!” Leng Jun slowly turned his head, and there was a faint red light in the mask that could only show his eyes.

“Be sure to stay with Stark! ~~” Coulson also seemed to feel that there seemed to be something wrong with Old Master Leng’s state, and quickly pleaded with him.

“Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky!” An answer was given that Coulson had a hard time accepting.

“Or not. You still switch the mage state to face the enemy” Looking at Old Master Leng like this, Coulson deeply wondered if this strange set of equipment made Old Master Leng suffer from something strange.

“Ahem… Just kidding. Anyway, Coulson, do you like watching those magic movies? To be honest, I don’t seem to be really suitable for being a warrior… Just when Coulson was extremely worried, Mr. Leng instantly returned to normal, coughed twice, relieved his embarrassment, and asked Coulson.

“Please don’t joke at such a critical moment… I’m young and can’t stand it… When Coulson saw that Old Master Leng had “returned to normal”, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes and said helplessly.

Thanks to the fact that I was still worried about whether this product was possessed by a ghost, I fed the dog with all my kindness…

Looking at Old Master Leng helplessly, Coulson was silent for a long time before he spoke, “It’s really okay for you to deal with these strange existences, right?” ”

“The mysterious side existence I cleaned up is much more than you think!” Old Master Leng carried the big sword in his hand on his shoulder and said to Coulson very confidently.

Not long after, the cloth head appeared in front of Leng Jun again, and after the elf bowed slightly and saluted, he reported to Leng Jun extremely respectfully: “Respected master, the task you gave to the cloth head has been completed.” ”

“Pietro sent them away too?” Leng Jun nodded to the cloth head and asked.

“My respected master, the stage you need is completely yours…” Cloth Tou was still very respectful, and he bowed his head and replied.

“Very good! ~” Old Master Leng was very satisfied with the efficiency of the cloth head, and reached out and patted the little brain of the cloth head and praised.

“By the way, send this goods away too!” Then, Old Master Leng suddenly remembered Coulson next to him, glanced at the goods, and ordered the cloth head.

“Actually, if it’s not dangerous, can you put me somewhere closer?” After all… I still have to report to our head. Coulson saw the elf slowly walking towards him, and quickly asked Leng Jun.

Such a big event… If there is no first-hand information, as a senior agent, this is too much of a failure, and Coulson is really a little worried about whether Leng Jun can beat the Hell Monarch.

After all… O Hell Sovereign… Listening to the name, you can guess how good it is, if you get closer, in the first time Leng Jun has a problem, Coulson can call for support.

“Send away~” Old Master Leng glanced at Coulson, and ordered the cloth head very directly.

The next moment, Coulson’s mouth just opened and disappeared.

“Since the world has chosen me, then… Let me kick off the big time… After leaving only himself, Old Master Leng looked at the gradually solidified Mephisto, and the corners of his mouth under the mask couldn’t help but rise.

As for the two guys in the sky who haven’t yet divided the winner and loser? Old Master Leng didn’t bother to care at all, anyway, the rookie chickens pecked at each other, and there was nothing to continue watching.

“At this moment, labor and management are the king of the dragon hunt, the final knight, the destroyer of the gods!!!” With a wanton roar, Old Master Leng carried his dragon hunting sword and jumped straight from the roof.

“Boom! ~”The huge impact force, raising a puff of smoke.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Leng Jun, who was covered in heavy armor and holding a big sword, slowly stood up.

“Muggles… King of Dragon Hunting? You’re Geralt’s reincarnation… Less than ten meters can throw you to death? Old Master Leng raised the big sword in his hand and complained very painfully.

The dragon hunting big sword in his hand seems to be from some unknown fantasy world, and the previous owner is that fantasy world, slaughtering the super madman of the gods with a mortal body, but obviously the bonus that this big sword can bring to Old Master Leng is estimated to only have a “mysterious” killing effect. _

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