Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

A qualified battle can make a soldier feel happy and even excited.

And a qualified battle requires a qualified opponent. For Cronos, Shane is a qualified opponent. But fighting against him did not make Astarte feel very happy.

Only suffering.

Kronos was extremely proficient in the art of killing, so he could see it. Every time the behemoth in front of him swung his axe, he tried to replicate his actions when he was still alive. For example, now, he raised his axe high and slashed to the ground. From the slight trembling of his arms, Kronos knew that he would change his moves.

But he didn't, because he was already an undead creature. The damaged muscle tissue made it impossible for him to show his proud martial arts, leaving only pure violence.

How sad is this for a soldier?

Astarte took a step back, dodging his heavy blow again. This time, Shane didn't choose to pursue, and he didn't even raise the axe again. He raised his hands in a daze, looking at the big blue-gray hands, the iron crown chin trembled violently.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

He suddenly howled wildly, abandoned the giant axe, and charged directly towards Astarte. Kronos calculated the distance, turned slightly sideways, and the evil wind swept his nose. Shane threw himself in the air, and at the same time, the chainsaw sword was inserted into the huge furnace around his waist between the lightning and flint.

If Kronos guesses correctly, this furnace should be the source of sorcery that keeps him moving.

He jerked the blade, then pulled it out, all within a second. Sean felt no pain, he didn't even know what was going on. But Kronos could see clearly that a scarlet liquid was constantly flowing out of the furnace, not blood, but blood.

They spread all the way to the point where they didn't even go past Shane's ankles. At this time, he finally reacted. Sean looked down, grunting inexplicably from his throat, and then he collapsed like a mountain.

Is this the end? The Noxians on the distant hills began to shout in disbelief, but instead of relaxing, Kronos kept his eyes on the fallen Thane. The chainsaw sword still roared non-stop.

The scarlet liquid was still gushing out, and they seemed to have their own consciousness to wrap the whole of Sion. Under their manipulation, Sion stood up again. There was no sanity in his unconscious eyes, and even the previous pain and anger disappeared. All that was left was a piece of nothingness, and they crawled and spread over him wantonly, forming a scarlet armor.

Kronos could feel that his sanity and the only remaining sanity began to become weaker and weaker, followed by the muscles that began to bulge wildly and the skyrocketing height, and the scarlet on the armor even began to become more vivid. stand up.

Swain watched this scene, and for the first time felt angry. The muscles on his face trembled slightly, and the soldiers beside him also burst out with louder voices than before. They were talking a lot, thinking that the situation was about to be reversed. But only Swain knew what happened.

So he was the most angry.

The magic he knew came from Darkwill's staff, the Black Rose Association. It rarely appears on the battlefield. It is called 'blood sacrifice' by the group of mages. This blasphemous and dark blood magic can completely burn out the body or soul of a person or creature, thereby erupting extremely powerful. strength.

However, the recipients will feel incomparable pain. A few soldiers who killed the enemy before burning themselves up also committed suicide after that. They could not bear the pain of burning their bodies and even their souls with blood. That ominous scene left a very deep impression on Swain. Therefore, no mages in his army will cast this magic.

Besides, that was Sean.

The first hand of Noxus, he is the spiritual symbol of Noxus. It is not comforting, but sadness, that a hero from a hundred years ago is resurrected to fight for his country after his death. Is our country already so weak? Even need those who fell to get up and fight again? Moreover, Thane was not voluntary.

Now, the group of mages added such magic to him.

Keeping his hand on his shoulder, Swain didn't need to look back to know who it was - who else could it be but his cronies?

The visor was pulled up, and the dark green eyes were filled with the same anger as Swain. The soldier lowered his voice, and his voice trembled: "How dare they...?!"

At this time, Swain calmed down instead.

He said slowly: "General Sein is our role model, our ancestor and worthy hero. But those mages did not care about his identity and what he represented, and used blasphemous spells to bring him out of his sleep. He came back and turned him into the terrifying appearance he has lost his face now. This is the greatest insult to a soldier."

"And this magic..."

He sighed, looked at the ancient hero with a scarlet color all over his body, and said, "Wait until you return home... and start planning."

He Shenyan's voice sounded in Kronos' mind, and his tone was filled with a cold sarcasm and disdain: "Such a low-level method is used on their own heroes - Ke Ronos, give him a happy death."

Astarte didn't ask what kind of spell it was. He wasn't a fool and could naturally guess what was going on.

He didn't say a word, pressed down his body, the power armor's servos and those artificial muscles worked frantically, and even his own muscles were squeezed to the limit. With this explosive force, Kronos jumped up, and the chainsaw in his right hand slashed a beautiful arc in the air, slashing on Sion's scarlet armor, sparks flying everywhere.

Defense more than doubled...

There is no hesitation, or the idea of ​​fighting. Kronos stepped back quickly with his left foot on the ground, while Sion still stood there in a daze. He didn't roar, didn't read those short words, just stood quietly like an empty shell.

Kronos frowned, and he asked in his heart, "What happened?"

The next second, a golden ray of sunlight emerged from the far side of the horizon.

Standing on the Presidian city wall, He Shenyan squinted and looked up at the sky. A golden sun was slowly rising. Although it was the sun, it did not give people a sense of warmth. On the contrary, it was full of coldness. He suddenly laughed and said to himself, "I want to ask this question too..."

Kronos looked at the icy golden sun. He didn't know what it was, but as the sun rose, there was a voice in his heart.

It was the first time he heard this voice, but Kronos did not hesitate at all, and immediately knew who it was, just like a child was born knowing who his parents were. Astarte's lacrimal glands, which had not functioned since the completion of the transformation, finally started to work, and crystal tears ran down his face and dripped onto the armor.

The appearance of this vision was only a short period of time, and then, the darkness between heaven and earth returned to the previous one. As if the sun had not yet come out, Swain and his soldiers raised their heads and looked at the sky in unison. At that moment, they both felt a majestic but loving figure watching them.

"what is that?"

Swain frantically asked himself this question in his heart, but he was destined to never get an answer, and at this moment, Sain, who had been stunned for a long time, began to change.

His blue-gray skin quickly returned to the healthy color that humans should have, and the scarlet color in his eyes quickly receded, replaced by his original pupil color. The ferocious scarlet armor on his body began to melt as if it had been burned by flames. They began to fall, landed on the ground, quickly curled up, and finally turned into a puff of blue smoke and disappeared into nothingness.

The huge hole in Sion's waist, the abominable witchcraft furnace, disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the internal organs of normal humans grew rapidly in it. Eventually, the hole was filled, and the traces of the stitches on his skin disappeared. In the end, when this was all done, Astarte stood before a living Thane.

Swain felt his brain twitch, and many of the Noxian soldiers had begun to pray to those ethereal gods. He couldn't understand what was going on at all.

But for Cronos, the answer is actually pretty obvious.

Who else can do such a miracle?

Sean raised his hands and stared at his palms. The fluent Noxian language came out of his mouth, and Kronos could understand his language from a hundred years ago: "He... Who is he?"

Astarte laughed. "Did you see him?"

"Yes...so warm and cosy. But I saw something else."

His speech seemed a little unclear, because the chin was still a crown made of iron, and there was inevitably some metal collision sound between opening and closing. "I saw some people like you standing beside him, staring at me. There are many more... ordinary people, many people," Shane asked.

"I saw soldiers, merchants, slaves, civilians... they were all standing by his throne, yes, he also spoke to me."

Shane was almost babbling while Kronos listened patiently, asking, "What did he say?"

Sean raised his head, walked to his axe, raised it with one hand, with a smile on his face: "We'll talk about it later."

"Okay, then call and talk."

Kronos originally thought that even if Shane returned to normal, his battle memory return would not be his opponent. He even felt that he was bullying Shane by wearing armor, but reality taught him a lesson again: no matter who he faced, he couldn't take it lightly. It's not that Astarte has never been stabbed to death with a dagger.

Sean's power was more than doubled, and so was his speed. Combined with his cunning and rough-and-tumble fighting style, Kronos once thought he was training against a fighting brother. But his reason said again, no, it wasn't.

Astarte also had a smile on his face, and he said, "You have received his grace."

Between the axe and the chainsaw, Sion asked, "Who?"

Sparks flew, and the serrations of the chainsaw made several notches in the great axe, and Sion seemed unimpressed. Kronos said slowly: "Our father, the father of mankind, the Emperor."

"...Indeed, only this title is worthy of him." As a Noxian who despised false kingship the most, Shane nodded. He slammed down the axe, and with the advantage of the axe handle being longer than the chainsaw sword, he dragged Astarte into the quagmire of the gladiatorial fight, and the two began to wrestle.

"Is he a god?"

"Greater than that."

"Where are you from?"

"Among the stars."

"What about those who are similar to you? Are they your brothers?"

"Yes, we are fighting a war."

"I can't believe it..."

The two passed a few tricks in an instant, and then separated again. Sain asked, "What kind of war is it that needs warriors like you?"

"It was a war that you would never believe if you didn't see it with your own eyes."

Kronos said with a complicated expression, Sein stood there, frowned and glanced at his axe, which was full of gaps, and threw it aside. At this time, it was just dawn.

The sun shines through the clouds, and the two stand on the bloody battlefield, with corpses under their feet, these heroic and noble warriors fall to the ground, broken weapons and broken shields and armor are everywhere on the ground. . It adds a bit of sadness to this scene out of thin air.

"It's really shameful to me - I can't have a good fight with a fighter like you because of the weapons." Sain said, baring his teeth.

Kronos chuckled, closed the chainsaw, and retracted it to his waist. Sean's face became gloomy, and he continued: "Look at my appearance, Cronus Tiberius."

"The country I worked for has been rotten in a hundred years, and they don't even spare a dead person like me. That disgusting magic that keeps me in a cage and treats me like a beast Destroyed my mind, made me lose face...all of which I can live with."

"But they didn't even give me the best weapons." His words sounded a bit like a complaint, but the coldness in his voice heralded the arrival of some killing.

Kronos agreed with him, except for the last one, but he didn't say it. That axe can collide with the chainsaw sword so many times, it can be regarded as a magic weapon.

Sean suddenly became unimpressed. He looked around at the scene, looked at the dead soldiers, and asked, "Did they fight well?"

"very good."

"Did anyone escape?"

"Everyone died facing me."

"Then, it seems that they are still saved."

Shane smiled freely and said, "May all of them be sent to Samsara by the bowstring of the sheep spirit, instead of being torn by the wolf spirit."

Then, he raised his fists.

"Aren't we finished yet?" he asked with a smile.

Cronos shook his head and smiled as well.

The roar of the two giants resounded on the battlefield again, and they fought with their bare hands. Sion's fists left no mark on Kronos' armor, so he spent most of the time with Kronos' fists, picking out the gaps between his moves to greet Astartes in the face .

And Kronos is not so particular, although the battle has changed from a life-and-death fight to some kind of sparring, but he is equally eager to win. Thane has more power than him, but he wears armor, while Thane doesn't. He's even topless, so Kronos has been hitting him in the belly since the beginning.

"boom!"

The icy metal of the power armor's gauntlets collided with the flesh, and Sion actually endured dozens of blows that could smash mortals into flesh in an instant. He covered his head with both hands, and between intervals Looking for an opportunity to make a move - I don't know if Astarte is intentional or not, his steps are a little messy.

This did not escape Sion's eyes. He immediately threw a punch at Astarte's face. If this was true, even Kronos would be dizzy for a while. In such a battle, dizziness would means defeat. Fortunately, although Kronos is not proficient in bare-handed fighting, he has also trained such skills, and quickly shook his head to avoid the blow.

The more the two of them fought, the more fun they were, and Svi, who was on the hill, didn't know what to do.

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He Shenyan was not on the city wall.

To be precise, although he was in Valoran at this time, his soul was not there-he was in a strange space, chatting with a seemingly ordinary man.

The other party's face is generous, and his facial features are peaceful, but he is not handsome, or even inconspicuous. He looked like an ordinary ordinary person.

But is it really so?

"...I thought your image would look more, um, full of divinity." He Shenyan said.

The man replied calmly: "Gods are useless to mankind, and religion is more so. It is a scourge of mankind, twisting people's minds with superstition, ignorance and fear."

"But your warrior, he doesn't look like what you say he's wearing—he's wearing something too religious."

The man nodded, without denying it: "The world is very changeable, and it's always going to change for the worse. In today's empire...people need a religion instead, and ironically, this huge religion believes in The god, but it's me."

Speaking of this, a rare smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "An atheist has become the greatest god in human history, and the religion that believes in him has also become the largest religion in human history. Isn't this ridiculous? "

"Cronos doesn't tell me much about your history, but...I can sort of guess some of the reasons why you're doing this."

"Oh?"

"It's nothing but betrayal, conspiracy, and death. What else could it be? You have to admit, that's what human beings are like." The mage's answer made the man nod his head.

"Yes, but it's actually my fault." He sighed.

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