Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

It's not that great until the atmosphere in the cabin is gone.

The long-haired man sat silently in the corner. He was wearing a long-sleeved black sweater, and even a black glove on his left hand, covering all his skin.

Tony and Rhodes sat on the other side, Rhodes put on a brand new armor, silver and gray, and Tony was introducing him to the function.

"No live ammunition, but it's definitely more powerful than your old-fashioned machine guns. There are energy cannons on each shoulder, which can fire super high-temperature energy groups, even a main battle tank can deal with it. More importantly, They have no recoil."

"The back of your hand, I installed a beam gun for you. It is a special model. It does not need to be recharged. own energy."

He introduced it incessantly, as if he was back in his old business. Rhodes listened intently, and he seemed eager to take these things and shoot something right away, to have a good time.

Frank, Hawkeye, and Sam slipped into the cab, lazily ignoring the eerie atmosphere in the rear cabin.

Steve came over, he sat next to Bucky, glanced at his left hand, and asked, "How does it feel?"

Bucky didn't speak, he raised his left hand and took off the glove.

That can no longer be called a hand, the black scales are layered, and it looks like the claws of a monster. Bucky didn't stop, he rolled up his sleeve to his elbow. Show the full arm. Tony and Rhodes also cast their gazes over.

The whole body is black, there are some gaps between the scales, and the five fingers are sharp and slender.

"Damn, man, this thing looks like something out of a video game," Rhodes said.

"Does it hurt?" Steve asked.

"It doesn't hurt, but I can't sleep at night, and at night this thing glows. It's too bright. I don't know how to make this thing stop," Bucky said deadpan, looking like he was telling a bad joke , but no one in the room could laugh.

"So you're not only alive, but you have an LED light on your hand that you don't know how to turn off? Ha, good joke, man." Tony laughed.

Rhode didn't joke like Tony did, he asked: "So, does this thing have any other use? He resurrected you and gave you this arm, it can't really just be an LED light. Bar?"

Bucky turned his left hand, and he said, "Well... I don't need an axe when chopping wood, I just need to swipe with my finger, does that count?"

Tony couldn't help raising his head, and he said rather speechlessly: "Has anyone told you, buddy, that your level of cold jokes is really good."

"Thank you." Bucky thanked him seriously.

Tony turned his head to Rhodes and said, "Is he really thanking me? Is it true? Do you think he's serious? Rhodes? Can't he hear what I mean?"

Rhode lowered his visor, and his figure came dully from the helmet, which was a series of laughter.

"Damn, did the Kree take my sense of humour with my hair? Why are you smiling so much?" Tony said glumly.

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The emperor of the Kree people, Dork VIII, is lying on the ground without grace.

Half of his body has become bloody, and his internal organs can be seen directly through the gap in his stomach. He was unable to speak at this time, and could only stare at the sky lit by the flames, and spit out a voice that only he could hear clearly from his throat.

He Shenyan stood beside him and looked at this Emperor Kerry, who was famous in the galaxy for his brutality and ruthlessness, with a smile.

He squatted down,

He listened carefully to the small and vague voice that Dork VIII made from his throat.

After a moment, he asked playfully.

"How do you feel, Emperor of the Kree?"

The mage's voice was low and distant. To Dork VIII, it was like talking across several galaxies, not like talking in his ear at all. Distortion is very strong. Hearing this voice, a wave of hatred drove him to move.

Dork VIII turned his neck with all his might so that his eyes could see the mage, the demon that had destroyed his country and killed countless civilians.

He Shenyan looked at him without hesitation, and he said softly, "What do you want to say, Emperor of the Kree?"

Dork VIII's green eyes reflected the mage's figure. With all his strength, he raised his left hand and grabbed the mage's sleeve, as if he wanted to say something. However, He Shenyan then stood up directly. His hand slipped weakly.

He stood up, walked into the hall of Supreme Wisdom in front of Dork VIII, and only left him a cold sentence: "Unfortunately, I don't want to listen to UU reading www.uukanshu.com ."

Dork VIII was lying on the spot, a double image gradually appeared in front of his eyes, and the exhaustion was spreading from the bone marrow. He had never felt this way. As the most advanced achievement of Kree genetic engineering, he has been born with seemingly inexhaustible physical strength. No matter what knowledge you learn, you can quickly master it, and even a natural psionicist. Can use a variety of powerful psychic powers.

And as he grew up and matured, the power contained in his body was also developed. Before he succeeded to the throne, he had been a gladiator on a arena planet in the Centaur system, and within a year and a half, relying purely on physical strength, he created a legend of victory. At that time, he even thought he was invincible.

But all of this, both in power and in the glory of being royalty, felt like a bubble when faced with that mage.

He watched with his own eyes the countless fleets outside Harrah's star were easily destroyed, and the overwhelming antimatter missiles and black hole rays were swallowed up by this mage like a child's play. The wreckage of those fleets could even be seen looking up directly from the ground.

After that, the energy level he was observed on the radar was even higher than before.

Thousands of psionic masters worked together to control him at the cost of their lives, but their brains were counter-invaded. Even with a small half of the Hara star turned into ashes in the psionic storm. Countless Kree souls screamed in that storm.

How to win against such an enemy?

Dork VIII gradually fell into a cold consciousness and slowly floated a thought, which was a thought that he had never thought of in his long life before, and even speaking it would be regarded as treason.

He thought, Is the Supreme Wisdom really never wrong?