Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"I am immortal!"

The demon roared, and the ferocious sharp horns above its head emitted a little red light. The height of dozens of meters is extremely oppressive, and the mage floating in front of it looks like a small black spot.

The mage yawned perfunctorily: "Yes, yes. You are immortal, you are too powerful, you are the king of hell. Alas, I am fighting a retard."

Before the demon could react to his contemptuous words, it let out a scream in the next second.

In this scream that resounded through the world, its huge and terrifying head swelled a little bit, like a pressure cooker that was about to explode or a sponge that was sucking in water a little bit - in short, in extreme In pain, its head exploded.

The scattered blood and pieces of flesh cast a different kind of rain in the half-hell sky, quite poetic. If many demons are still alive, they should be ecstatic about this scene, but unfortunately, hell has almost been killed now.

The mage flew over the corpse as huge as a mountain after it crashed down, and Kratos was killing the Quartet with an ax not far away. Compared to the mage's understatement, his battles are much more violent and bloody.

He didn't speak, only roared and sneered. The ordinary-looking ordinary logging axe was like some kind of deadly weapon in his hand, and every move and every move carried a majestic sense of power. The result was also devastating. Most of the demons on this plain were killed by him, and the blood had already stained the black land under his feet.

It has been five days since he came to hell, if the mage's perception of time is not wrong.

He and Kratos had a very clear division of labor. He Shenyan went to find those large and powerful demons, who either slept underground or took over the mountain as king somewhere. And Kratos wraps up all the rest - the bad devil, the little devil, the balrog, the succubus...

All this fell under his axe, and he never seemed to tire, but the mage could tell that he was actually quite tired of killing, probably from a long time ago. There was a lingering tiredness in his eyes.

After the last Balrog's head was violently chopped in half by the axe, the mage slowly landed. He was still floating in the air, not standing directly on the ground soaked in blood to the point where it didn't even reach Kratos' ankle.

He said, "Is it over?"

Kratos glanced at him, reached out to recall the axe, and caught it firmly.

"Don't look at me like that, I just don't want to take away all the fun.

After all, there is a goddess who has crossed countless worlds and asked me to find something for you to do and move your body. "

Hearing this sentence, the expression on Kratos' face finally fluctuated, but he still did not speak.

"Okay, do you want to go back first, or are you here to watch me finish this?"

The mage's question was destined to go unanswered, but Kratos had given the answer in action. He put away the axe, hung it behind him, and stood silently behind the mage. He Shenyan snapped his fingers and made him fly. Continuing to stand on the ground may cause accidental injury - it is no problem to leave it, but it will definitely cause accidental injury.

"Huh..." He Shenyan closed his eyes, he let out a breath, and flew into the sky.

As he breathed, the blood-red sky of hell began to dim.

The blood on the ground began to boil, and the mage opened his eyes. In the red eyes, the overflowing magic power even turned into a devastating magic lightning. They recklessly vented their power and bombarded the surrounding land. In between, the plain began to disintegrate.

The land of bones and sin began to fade away, turning into pure ashes. The red magic lightning has not stopped, even if the power is very terrifying, but they are only aftermath, just a natural phenomenon. It's like the white fog you breathe out in winter.

Kratos narrowed his eyes, he looked at the mage in the sky, and his back was almost hard to see. The huge amount of magic even made his heart throb, and the man had to look away.

In the sky, the mage raised his right hand - and then slammed it down.

With his actions, hell, the torment of all living beings, was destroyed. The torture and tragic stories that once happened here are gone. The souls of sinners and innocents who have been tricked into hell have vanished without a trace, and the corpses of demons have been reduced to pure nothingness.

He Shenyan and Kratos stood in an empty hell—or rather, a place that used to be hell. There is nothing here, just darkness.

The mage raised his right hand. He looked at the black ball in his hand, which was part of the wreckage of hell, and then threw it into his magic backpack. Talking is better than nothing, it should be a collectible.

"Goddess...Tell you to find something for me to do?" Kratos finally spoke up. He didn't seem to care about the great power the mage just showed, and he didn't care what the ball was. He just Asked a question.

"Yes."

"Did she say anything else? Like..."

"Like what?"

"...No, nothing. What else do you have to do?"

"Not for now, my friend. You can go back to your light-tight log cabin and continue doing what you love, cutting down trees or rowing boats, as you please."

After the mage finished speaking, he opened a portal, and behind the door was Kratos' home. He only had to take a step to go back, but the man never moved.

He stared closely at the mage's red eyes and asked, "Is there any way... Is there any way to get the goddess back? I'm willing to do anything."

"You shouldn't ask me this question, Kratos." The mage replied, and he turned his hand and opened another portal, but this time, it was across the world.

Behind the door was a quiet and beautiful lake, and Kratos' pupils shrank suddenly.

"Go ask her, although she can't come, but you can go. That's it, ah, no... I do have something I need your help with." He Shenyan pondered for a while, and then said: "In view of the fact that I don't know how long it will take for me to go back, so I'm asking you to help me take care of a person—a child. She'll be an adult, as long as she's safe. You can ask your goddess for details. "

Kratos nodded, and the lines of his face hardened. Then he lowered his head and entered the portal.

The mage watched him leave and nodded thoughtfully: "You really didn't tell me something, Seyani..."