Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Rhode's leg armor plunged deep into the ground after a burst of deformation, firmly ensuring that he would not fall down due to too strong recoil. He was holding a thick, big, black and hard thing in his hand, and the twelve black muzzles were spinning rapidly.

Yes, its prototype is the famous Gatling gun, but it should be called a cannon now. In addition to the appearance and ideas of this big killer designed by Jarvis, it is a meat grinder that can only be used on a helicopter with a live ammunition weapon of 'only' 20MM caliber, 6000/round per minute. Completely different.

It fires not live ammunition weapons, but energy blocks.

The power of each cannon is comparable to that of a palm cannon in maximum mode. Jarvis has not tested its rate of fire, but he has calculated it. The remaining energy in Rhodes' armor and its own energy should be enough for this monster to unleash its firepower for one minute.

In front of him, a lot of self-destructing drones were hitting a big guy. That thing was seven meters high, and its muscles were bulging high. Although he was walking towards Rhodes, he was held back by the continuous explosions, and Rhodes's helmet was covered with sweat. Not out of fear, but out of excitement. He pressed the button, the energy in the armor quickly drained, and the killer was quickly supplied through the power supply port of the hand armor.

The twelve muzzles turned faster and faster, and it hummed and began to tremble wildly. Rhodes immediately clenched the gun, increased the output of the armor, and firmly grasped the grip, which was barely able to control its shaking.

Its twelve muzzles began to emit a dangerous blue light, and the humming grew louder, even sharper and distorted, and Rhode pressed the button on the grip in a burst of laughter.

Rhodes talked about it at every meal, banquet, party after that. He would throw the first half with an enigmatic smile, then take a slow sip of red wine (and sometimes champagne), and then suddenly withdrew his expression and said calmly in a tone resembling Morgan Freeman: "Then the rain of destruction came."

He was right.

The rain of destruction has come.

It's nothing but brick-sized rain.

Each of those energy blocks was the size of a brick, and bombarded the monster with crazy kinetic energy and fiery heat.

It disappeared very slowly.

It's like some videos that are accelerated by a dozen times, about how ants and scavengers turn corpses into bones, these kinds of videos usually have a dozen times speed. And that monster was 'degraded' just like the corpse in these videos.

Its defense is very strong, but the density of energy blocks is unimaginable, they are denser than raindrops, and the speed - Rhode doesn't know how fast they are, but the speed and strength of the vibration made him feel that this is better than doing X is even better. If possible, he would like to hold this gun and run to the shooting range for just one minute every day, and he is even willing to give up his morning bo for this.

Although his legs were fixed in place, the powerful reaction force still took him back more than ten meters. At the same time, energy bullets kept bombarding the monster. It's like a 3D printed upside-down, it disappears from the head bit by bit, and is hit by those energy bullets at a speed visible to the naked eye and nothing remains.

Rhode was breathing weakly, his face twitching, and the smile on his face made him look like a black version of Forrest Gump Frost.

He murmured to himself, almost dreamily: "I'm telling you... Jarvis, you are a hundred times better at designing weapons than Tony... no, ten thousand times... I really want to talk to this Married baby..."

Jarvis replied humorously: "Mr. Rhodes, the church in Las Vegas can fulfill your wish. Also, thank you for the compliment."

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He Shenyan floated above the earth,

If his face is gloomy and graded, his current grade should have exceeded the upper limit.

He wanted to curse and say some swear words to ease his mood. Although we all know that swearing doesn't change anything. But sometimes, you have to say something dirty. Such as the following situation.

Your father died, your mother was hospitalized, and your lover was hit by a car while out walking the dog with your eight-year-old dog. After you've dealt with it all, you're going to be tough on life, and you step on a piece of Lego with your bare feet before you go out.

At this moment, I believe that everyone will subconsciously curse.

Back to the point, even swearing won't help, at least it can't let Sishorn take back his magic power that covers the world.

He Shenyan could only sigh.

This is not the first time he has dealt with this famous entertainer. He knows that this guy is probably sitting in his chair now waiting for him to find him, and he is still dangling his legs gracefully. Other dimensional demons lend money to mages on Earth, and borrowing magical power is nothing more than to make them pay more. But this bastard is different, he is purely for watching dramas.

Yes, this is Sithone. A person who is out of vulgarity, pure fun.

And the mage also knows one thing: he can actually communicate directly with himself.

But he didn't want to.

This goddamn bastard is the book of dark gods that wants you to find him first. Then he followed the above ritual completely, and he was willing to chat with you for five minutes.

But this time, he was too lazy to engage in those complicated rituals.

He floated above the earth, and the red light in his eyes was like two unquenchable scarlet flames, burning continuously. He opened his hands, and a huge amount of magic power quickly poured out of his body, forming a large red and golden glow behind him. A storm even formed in the universe, sweeping the surrounding rubble and the wreckage of the battleship left before, attracting them to wrap around the mage, and then being crushed into powder by the violent magic.

The mage uttered a long series of obscure and ambiguous sentences of varying lengths, with only one word being mentioned many times.

Chthon.

Sithone.

He Shenyan speaks an ancient language. Before Sishorn became a dimensional demon, he was one of the earliest life forms on earth and a typical demon. Billions of years ago, the natural life force of the earth's biosphere gave birth to a group of Elder Gods, and then they began to kill each other and devour each other, some even turned into demons, Sithorn is one of them.

And the language He Shenyan just spoke was the oldest devil language.

If he had to translate, and to be blunt, the long string of sentences he just read was actually only eight words in translation.

Sishorn, I fuck your mom.