Marvel's Strongest Magician

"If you want to defeat God, you must become God!"

In a church, Nystrom stood on the second floor of the church with his hands open, as if embracing the sun, looking down at the downstairs, and finally found Phil Coulson and his party here.

At this moment, he was holding the assembled Berserker's cane in one hand, and a large golden cup in the other. The smile on his face had a kind of contagious madness. It's just that he is more like a devout believer than a god, or in other words, a patient with severe secondary illness.

Ward also recognized this guy at the moment, it was you who knocked me out last time!

Without saying a word, he lifted the bench and rushed upstairs...

Then, one second, two seconds, three seconds...

Ward was thrown from the upstairs, and this time he lost his temper at all. Just now he knew that he had walked up to the second floor, and then he was thrown down. It was the same as when he was knocked out before. Even the opponent He didn't know how to do it.

"I think we need the help of the Avengers now. Isn't His Majesty King Solomon planning to come over?" Simmons subconsciously took two steps back. She is a scientist, and fighting is not what she wants to do.

"I think he'll be here soon." Phil Coulson took a deep breath.

Just as he finished speaking, a group of strong men who had received the baptism of the Berserker's cane suddenly rushed out and surrounded Phil Coulson and his party.

"Are you talking about them?" Melinda smiled wryly. Although these guys who suddenly appeared were not as powerful as Nystrom, they were not something ordinary people could deal with.

Nystrom was high above the ground at the moment, standing on the second floor, pointing down with the cane of the berserker in his hand, and then shouted loudly: "Kill them, this is your sacrifice to the new god, after this, I will give you greater power!"

Upon hearing this sentence, all the strong men shouted, as if they were really offering gifts to God!

Then, a group of people rushed towards Phil Coulson and his group. Phil Coulson, Melinda, and Ward, who had just stood up, were immediately ready to fight. one.

As for the rest, two scientists and a hacker? Hitting people with computers?

At this moment, Phil Coulson saw that the call he just dialed was finally connected, and immediately said: "I hate this, we need help, Romani!"

"Boom!"

At this moment, those berserkers who rushed up were directly whipped away by dozens of golden magic whips, hit the wall one by one, and then lost consciousness.

The golden portal slowly closed at this moment, and the silver-haired King Solomon floated in front of Phil Coulson, although he was only about five centimeters above the ground.

"It seems that I came in time, at least none of you were injured."

Afterwards, Romani turned his head and set his sights on Nestron: "The ring and the holy grail, sure enough you stole my power. Make a choice, kid, give me back my power, and follow Phil Coulson's advice." deal with it, how?"

"King Solomon?" Nestron smiled slightly mockingly, "God gave you wisdom and strength, but now, do you want to go against God?"

Even with Romani's good temper, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching at this moment. He knew that the guy upstairs had a severe secondary illness, but he didn't expect it to be this serious.

This is no longer secondary disease!

This kid must be stupid, right?

Not only Romani, but Phil Coulson and the others also have this idea in their minds. Although Nestron's strength is really good, compared with Romani's strength shown in the NY City War before, that is the difference between an ant and an elephant ah!

Who actually gave you the courage to call yourself King Solomon? A certain singer?

"Well, I can add a price tag, that is, if you agree with the choice I gave you just now, I will discuss it with Black Braised Eggs, reduce your sentence, and find you a top psychiatrist for free, how? Like?" Romani said very seriously, looking at the second-floor patient.

He could swear he wasn't joking at all!

Nestrone really needs a psychiatrist, otherwise, he will definitely play himself to death in the future.

Fortunately, the berserker's cane they were looking for this time still exists. What if the next time he reads some oriental novels and has to go to Mount Tai or even outer space to find Kowloon to pull the coffin?

"Your arrogance will cost you your life! I, the God of Rebirth, will descend to God now..."

...asking for flowers......

Before the word "punishment" was uttered, a golden magic whip directly entangled the Holy Grail, and then snatched it from Nestrone's hand with a sudden yank, and fell into Romani's hand.

"First of all, this cup is mine. To be precise, it was made by a guy who has a close relationship with me. This is what you stole. It belongs to my first power."

Since the persuasion does not listen, it can only do it, and the remaining magic power in the dragon who lost the holy grail "List" can only be used for about ten minutes.

As for the power of the berserker's cane, Romani didn't pay attention to it at all, that power was too weak, compared with the power endowed by his four rings, it was simply a world of difference.

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Seeing his treasure being robbed, Nestron's face suddenly became even crazier. He rushed out without any hesitation, turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Romani directly.

But when he rushed to about one meter in front of Romani, seven or eight magic whips bound his hands, feet and body.

And Romani walked slowly in front of the List dragon, took off the ring on his left index finger, and put it on his own hand: "The ring of the three was stolen by you, and it belongs to my second power." .In fact, you are right, God has given me strength and wisdom, and the ring is my authority."

"Theoretically speaking, this is also the power given to me by God. You stole one-tenth and want to call yourself a god. This is called arrogance, understand?"

Hearing Romani's words, Nesteron kept struggling, trying to break free from the shackles of the magic whip, but he tried his best, and the veins popped up all over his body, but he didn't shake the magic whip a single bit.

As Romani said, his strength is too weak!

With a long sigh, Romani waved the berserker's cane in Nestron's hand, and then turned to look at Phil Coulson: "That cane should be recovered with gloves on, I don't want to see you next time At the time, you also held that thing like a shit stick, and then said to me, you are a god or something.

After finishing speaking, Romani opened the portal and was about to leave: "By the way, remember to hire a psychiatrist for this guy, to be honest [he is so sick that I feel a little pathetic...