Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"You look like you have something to say."

Sitting in the cafe, He Shenyan took a sip of coffee and looked at Kratos sitting opposite him and said.

"...You said you had something to do."

"Yes, but there's no rule that I can't take a sip of coffee first."

"..."

silence.

Kratos turned his head. He looked at the snow on the street outside the cafe window. No one knew what he was thinking.

"How much do you know about demons?" He Shenyan asked suddenly.

"Smelly."

"anything else?"

"I can't kill it."

"Can you say a longer sentence?"

Kratos turned his head and said, "They come from hell and feed on humans. Both body and soul. I killed a lot in the past, but now they seem to be active again."

"It's really good, my friend. You just said the longest sentence we met so far, keep it up. I believe you can break your record." The mage said with a smile, and then took another sip of coffee.

He said, "As you can see, I'm not from this world. In my world, the demons are pretty much what you say. But there's one difference - they're part of the world."

"This also means that no matter how much or how much I kill, I can't really make them completely extinct. And hell is the support point of the world even in mystery... So I can't destroy hell, but it's different here, I My friend. Sejani has changed your world a little bit, or maybe it's the way it is, anyway—"

Kratos stood up directly.

"They must be extinct, today," he said.

The mage looked at him from the seat, and he pointed with his thumb to the bewildered boss behind the bar: "I admire your ability to act, but Kratos. I finally found a company that is willing to accept your light. Can you at least wait until I finish my coffee and pay the bill. Then stand up and say such horrible things?”

Kratos didn't answer,

Just stand there and watch him.

The mage shrugged, "Okay, okay."

He stood up, cast a small oblivion spell on the boss, made him forget the scene, and dropped two dollar bills from Wayne's house. He opened the portal and left with Kratos.

He didn't go straight to hell for one simple reason.

Even he can't ignore some of the rules of magic and go directly to places he has never been. To go to hell, he has to find some followers of the demons first - it's not difficult, every city's stinky water There are many people like this in the ditch. Just follow the stiniest place to find it, and it's even very simple.

After all, demon believers are like shit—and they’re big and thick. They lie in the toilet to remind you of their presence. They can’t get down after three or four flushes, and they may block the toilet.

That's why I recommend everyone to use the squat toilet.

After killing more than half a dozen demon followers with Kratos, the man they deliberately left behind finally spoke up - in fact, the Mage could have dug out the information he wanted from his brain in the first place, but seeing How can the devil believers not kill one? To say that they were raped would be an understatement. It would be too little to pick ten people out of this group and shoot them a hundred times.

From a long time ago, the mage will not hold back any demon followers - if he is discovered, no one will escape his sight alive.

The man who could be left to the end, who didn't know if it was lucky or unfortunate, burst into tears, knelt on the ground and trembled and said, "I'll say anything you want to know! I'll say anything you want to know! Just let me go ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Ahh-"

Kratos tore off his right hand with his hands expressionlessly, raised the wrist of his right hand and aimed it at his head: "Speak, or die now."

"Then tell me what you want to know?! You broke in without saying anything! Kill everyone!" The man collapsed, he actually started crying, and even started calling his mother.

The mage nodded to Kratos: "Okay, you can kill him with his hands, I already know what we need."

Hearing the words, the man stopped crying instantly: "Wait! Wait! I know a lot more—"

"Crack!"

With a light sound, Kratos wiped the blood from his hand on the breeches he was wearing, then stretched out his hand, and the axe embedded in the skull of a demon believer flew over.

The mage reused their broken corpses according to the method in the man's memory.

The blood and broken limbs together formed the evil inverted pentagram circle on the ground, Kratos frowned: "Do you have to do this?"

"What? Do you feel sick?"

"Do not."

"I don't think so, Kratos. It's just that I can't ignore the basics of how magic works and go to a place I've never been...so if you don't mind, we'll just have to follow the methods in his head. To open a portal from hell to the world."

"This is a summoning formation."

"Yes, but no one said it couldn't be a portal. You see, the demons can come out through this door, and I'll change it so we can go in too... Okay, get ready."

His voice fell, the blood began to burn, and the corpse disappeared, as if it was slowly sinking into the ground. In a burst of blood-red light, a swirling portal was opened, and a twisted arm stretched out, tight Following the half body of the demon, it laughed wildly: "Mortal! Well done! As a reward for calling me..."

Kratos took a step forward, grabbed its head, smashed it with his foot, and jumped into the portal.

The sorcerer followed.

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"Hey, Bruce. It's me, that's it, I want to invite Mr. Ho to my house...what? He's gone?"

"Okay, I think you're overreacting a bit, Bruce. He's a good guy, and even if he leaves, he's probably busy with his own business. You better stop making guesses that offend people."

"What? I'm a 'naive idiot'? Hey, Bruce, you... Bruce? Hello?" Clark Kent put down the phone helplessly, and his mother, Martha Kent, leaned against the wall and looked on with a smile he.

The gray-haired old woman asked, "Have you quarreled with him again?"

"We didn't quarrel, Mom. That's exactly what Bruce is, and you don't know it."

"The Mr. He you mentioned is missing?"

"Bruce said so..."

"I won't participate in your affairs." After that, she left.

Clark Kent stood there, and he nodded thoughtfully: "Well, it seems like a quarrel."