Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"What are you going to do?"

"What do you think?" The mage weighed the blue-gray soul in his hand, and he felt only darkness and depth, and a deep nausea.

He threw his soul to Gwendrin carelessly. From Boldo's memory, he probably already understood what the fire was about. The world is maintained by the burning of fire, however, since it is fire, it must need fuelwood.

Where does this firewood that can keep the world alive come from? The answer is very simple, a person with great power, or, a god.

This tradition began when Gwen took the lead in throwing himself into the flames, and over the years countless people have thrown themselves into the flames to perpetuate the world. Whether they are willing or forced. But sacrifice seems to have become a commonplace thing in this world.

But there are still some questions, such as what is the soul, the undead, and the ashes. He made up his mind that if he had the chance, he would have to study it.

As for Eldridge's soul... He glanced at the filthy soul in his hand and threw it to Gwendrin. This thing was of no use to him. If he flips through such memories, he may be unable to eat for a few years of nausea.

It's a cannibal after all.

"I'll leave it to you. It's one of the kings of Xin, right? I've been to the Huo Chuan Sacrificial Field before. The ashes without fire should be on their way soon. You can hand over the soul to them." The mage waved his hand and said.

Gwendelyn didn't say much, she wrapped the filthy soul with a light ball and placed it on the side of the throne behind her. After doing all this, she turned to the mage and said, "You, no. Would you like to be a member of the Darkmoon Knights?"

"What do you think I look like a knight?" He Shenyan said amusedly.

But Gwendelyn didn't smile. She stared at the mage quietly and spoke slowly: "Qing has great power, but she is still willing to get along with me as an equal. Although I don't know where Qing came from, the power in Qing can't be faked. . This is one of the virtues of humility."

"Secondly, it is also one of the virtues that Qing Zhangyi takes action without asking for anything in return."

"The third..."

The mage interrupted the boasting that made him ashamed, he hadn't thought about it so much. From the past to the present, he has only thought of what to do, just doing what he wants, how can he be so noble?

"You think too highly of me, Lady Gwendelyn. Actually, I don't really deserve all the praise."

The mage suddenly turned his head and looked at the beautiful door of this magnificent church.

He smiled slightly: "Looks like your Pope is right outside the door, ma'am."

As his words fell, the door was blown open with a bang, flames erupted, and the attackers tried to catch them off guard in this way. The mage didn't even bother to do anything, he just looked at the flames and they disappeared out of thin air.

"It's a good method, but it's a little unimaginative. Do you know what I'd do in my place?" He put his hands behind his back, as if he didn't take the current situation seriously at all.

After he finished speaking, the two gates that had been blasted to the inside of the hall flew back by themselves, and the damaged places that were blasted by the flames were repaired by themselves. The mage only stretched out a hand at this time, and his smiling but icy voice sounded in Gwendelin's ear: "Let me teach you how to use flames."

"Om—" A low hum sounded, and the two doors began to tremble.

The two poor doors suffered once again, and if they had been conscious they would have cursed. The door gradually changed form in the humming sound, from a product of metal and stone to pure magma, and a lava giant stood in its place. The scorching heat even made the air warp.

Gwendelyn felt a burning sensation in her eyes staring at the giant. She quickly moved her eyes away. The giant let out a roar, and then rushed out, carrying someone she knew and hated a moment later. came back.

That was her Pope and the one who betrayed her.

Saliva.

He didn't look much lost, and the Pope, who had failed in his mutiny, straightened up and tried his best to maintain his demeanor. A steady voice came from his dark mask: "...you're still holding that staff, Lord Gwendolyn. Throw it away, it's poisonous. Don't you notice that you're much weaker than you used to be? ?"

"What?!" Gwendelyn quickly released her hand and let the staff fall to the ground.

Seeing this, Shaliwan laughed: "You are still as naive as before. Since I decided to betray, why didn't I do something small? Why is the staff I gave just a gift?"

"But, but this was a long time ago... You, a scheming villain, could it be that you made up your mind to disobey the gods at that time?!"

Shaliwan didn't answer. He turned his head to look at He Shenyan and shook his head gently: "My plan would be disrupted by someone who suddenly appeared... Where did you come from?"

"Even if you're unlucky."

"Yes, my luck has always been bad." Sha Liwan laughed at himself humorously, he said with a smile: "I have done all the calculations, from an outcast in the world of painting to today, I thought I could overthrow these falsehoods. God..."

He Shenyan did not comment on his plan, after all he knew nothing about it. But the man in front of him was a little surprised.

He said, "False gods?"

"Yes, everyone in the world thinks that spreading fire is the key to the continuation of the world, but that's just a lie they lied to keep ruling the world as a god! Gwen throws himself into the flames as firewood... and it's just In order to continue their rule. Spreading fire is a lie at all!"

Shalivan suddenly became excited, he looked at the mage, and said word by word: "If it is you, if it is a person with such powerful power...you must be able to understand it! All I did was But for true freedom!"

The mage wanted to ridicule him. Could it be possible to cooperate with cannibal monsters for freedom? What's more, when he came to this magnificent residence of the gods from Lothric, he saw far more than the corpses of the knights, and the corpses of the commoners were also scattered everywhere.

But he didn't say it after all, and the mage suddenly realized that he might be no different from him. In the name of saving the world, he was prepared to sacrifice a girl who knew nothing about it, so what qualifications could he have to accuse Shalivan of hypocrisy?

So, he just nodded silently: "Are you finished?"

Shalivan just let out a hollow laugh.

The giant fists of the lava giant slammed down.

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"Clang-clang-clang-"

A bell rang out from nowhere in the cemetery, a sarcophagus was pushed open, and a man in knight armor stood up. He didn't speak, he seemed very quiet, and there was no unnecessary movement. Just pick up the shield and long sword placed in the coffin, and slowly walk forward.