Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"how do I say this?"

He Shenyan was interested, he had an expression of wanting to hear the big news, while the man glared at him.

"No one told you that it's very impolite to inquire about the past that others don't want to mention?" he said.

He Shenyan answered him earnestly, even with a hint of sarcasm: "We generally call this black history, it seems that you are a little out of date."

The man smiled and shook his head: "The peaceful world always develops the fastest in terms of entertainment... Such a precious thing does not exist in my world."

"So, are you really a god? I mean, the one who knows everything?"

"Do you think I look like me?" the man asked back. "If I am really omniscient and omnipotent, then in my world, those abominations have long been wiped out. Human beings can develop civilization and technology freely and happily without worrying about any foreign enemies."

"Even if you're not, it's not much worse." The mage shook his head, and he began to say from the perspective of absolute rationality and mage: "You can cross countless worlds and come to me purely in the form of a soul. Even influence The nature of the planet works, and your paranoia about humans is very much in line with the concept of the gods."

"All gods are weirdly paranoid in some way, and you fit that. Not to mention the 'miracle' you performed. Forgive me for the title. However, I can't think of a better title for the time being."

"miracle?"

The man laughed and asked, "You call that a miracle?"

He Shenyan asked rhetorically: "Isn't it? His soul has long been taken away, and even the remaining fragments have been crushed by the low-level magic of his own country's mages, and even his body will be shattered soon. You I can do it, but it will never be so easy.”

The man raised a finger and said, "First of all, I want to correct you a little. It's not easy for me."

He raised his second finger calmly: "Second, that's not a miracle. What really brought him back from death was his own will, if he refused, then I couldn't let him come back. It was he who refused the steady sleep that was sweet to the dead, and was willing to wake up again. The pain that affects the soul...is no less than dying a thousand times."

"Maybe, maybe it's really what you said." He Shenyan was noncommittal about this, and he turned to another thing: "But you can't deny one thing - the gods often do things according to their own preferences, and they will Doing many acts that are incomprehensible in the eyes of mortals. Including what you did, resurrecting a human from another dimension without asking for anything in return, isn't this a miracle?"

"You're stubbornly trying to prove that I'm a god...that's interesting, we'll talk about that later."

The man continued: "However, you're wrong when you say I don't ask for anything in return. I've got my pay."

"Oh?"

He smiled faintly and said, "If he lives, that's my reward."

The mage looked at him and was speechless for a moment - am I meeting the Holy Father or something? He looked plain and ordinary just now, but now he looks like a divine brilliance... It's a hell.

real world.

The Noxians were gone - their retreat was as swift as the attack, and Swain's army, as the vanguard, had brought few men. And the main force of Noxus is actually tug-of-war with the Demacians on the frontal battlefield.

Kronos retrieved his helmet, wiped the blood on it, and put it on again. His heart was peaceful at this time, and the depressed mood that he had felt because he was in other dimensions has eased a lot. At least, he did not give up on himself.

This event greatly encouraged him.

Astarte felt even more combative at the thought of the other task he had given him, but now was not the time, he had to wait a little longer.

Not long after, the mage walked out of a portal and came to him. With a stinky look on his face, Kronos asked, "Why do you look like this?"

He Shenyan glanced at him, shook his head, and said, "What task did your emperor give you?"

Kronos didn't seem to have any hidden thoughts. He said bluntly: "End their senseless infighting."

"I knew...conquer the world, right? Can you do it alone?"

"No, it's not to conquer the world, it's just that I don't want them to continue to shed unnecessary blood. Also, I have the help of another brother."

"You have a brother so soon?"

"Yes, and you've seen him. It's that Thayn, who, by the grace of the Emperor, has become my brother."

Really good abacus.

He knew that the emperor was not so kind, and spent a lot of effort to come to another world just to save a human being who had nothing to do with him. Thayn didn't believe in him at all, although the mage knew that the Emperor himself probably didn't care whether he believed in himself - as long as Thayn was human.

However, He Shenyan was also surprised by his own reaction. Somehow, while he wasn't surprised by the Emperor's actions, he didn't think there was anything wrong with him—human lives shouldn't have been wasted on infighting.

Recalling that unremarkable face, He Shenyan suddenly laughed. Kronos asked suspiciously: "Why are you laughing? He has indeed become my brother..."

"No, no, Kronos, I'm not laughing at you." He Shenyan shook his head and interrupted him. "I'm laughing at myself."

He opened his right hand, and on it lay a small glass bottle with a swirling prismatic golden shard. Looking at the bottle, the mage raised his head again, and he said to Kronos: "He is indeed the emperor of men."

No return is required, and you are not required to believe in him—as long as you are human, he is willing to help you.

-------------------------------------

Swain was sitting in the same tent with Sion, but compared to Sion's height, the tent was actually a little short. But the two sitting in the tent at this time didn't care about it.

"Has the empire become like this?" Sain said, holding the information in his hand, "If your information is true, then the current emperor is really an idiot."

"Perhaps not on him, my lord. Although he himself has lost that ambition, a mortal cannot resist the evil spells of the pale lady."

Pale lady.

Shane tapped his fingers on the tabletop, and he meditated on the name thoughtfully.

In the early days of the Noxian Empire, the name began to spread among a few upper-class nobles. This mysterious pale lady is the leader of the Black Rose Society, and this mysterious society has been secretly absorbing all kinds of dignitaries to join them for hundreds of years.

What are they going to do? Sean didn't know, but Sean knew what they could do.

damn it......

"She gave the order to resurrect me?"

"I am certain of this, my lord." Swain nodded affirmatively. "Not only that, she is causing the empire's forces to be consumed in large quantities. We should not have been in such a hurry to expand outwards. Our main elites are fighting a tug of war with the Demacians on the frontal battlefield, but she is controlling that The puppet emperor... gave dozens of stupid orders."

"tell me the story."

"Expansion, never-ending expansion. Often many of our soldiers have just ended the last war before they're sent in for the next. Although they don't care about it, or even think it's part of the glory, it's very important to the Empire. It's meaningless."

Shane snorted coldly: "Damn mage, playing with sorcery and conspiracy... Noxus is definitely not a toy in her palm!"

He asked, "When will we be able to return to the Empire?"

"If you go by water, it will take seven days - who let you in?"

Swain turned his head and looked at the three mages who were wearing black robes with only their chins exposed, and he couldn't even see male and female, he asked lightly.

"Hello, Chief Swain." The leading mage bowed to him, his voice soft and slow, with a certain soul-stirring charm: "I apologize for our lateness."

"No need, the war is over, we have lost. The main responsibility lies with me, and I will confess my guilt to His Majesty the Emperor myself." Swain said bluntly.

The head mage turned to Sion, and he said with reverence: "You actually survived, this is really--"

Before he could finish speaking, Sean pinched his head and slowly exerted pressure. The giant's expression was gloomy and terrifying: "What spell are you trying to cast on me?"

The remaining two mages immediately stretched out their hands, and the energy gathered in their palms. Swain's face showed a stern look, and his hand had been on the short knife around his waist since the three people came in, and at this time, he threw it out. He hit one of them on the chest, blood stained red and black cloth, he fell to the ground, and soon lost his breath.

Swain didn't give the remaining one a chance to breathe, he jumped on it immediately, and broke his neck.

"Answer the question, what spell were you trying to cast on me just now?" Sain said in a low voice.

"Woo woo!" The mage cried out in horror, and Sion released his fingers slightly, allowing him to breathe. The Master immediately poured out beans in a bamboo tube and said a lot of words.

"I apologise, General! I apologise! Please don't kill me, I'm useful, I can--ah!"

Sean stretched out his left hand and twisted his right arm into a skewed angle with ease. Amidst his screams, Sean smiled.

"Don't talk nonsense, what spell were you trying to cast on me just now?"

"Fine...mind control."

Swain retracted his dagger, and he was not surprised to hear the answer - when Shane was sent to the battlefield in the past, it meant that he needed to make a final decision. But when they win, someone has to drive the beast back into the cage, and these mages are the ones who drive him back into the cage.

It's a pity that Shane is no longer a beast.

Sean folded his fingers together. Blood erupted in the palm of his hand, but the giant ignored it. He stood up slowly and walked outside the tent. Sure enough, the soldiers had fallen to the ground, and their lives were not in danger.

"wake up!"

Sean let out a deafening roar, and the soldiers suddenly woke up from their coma. Seeing his sturdy body, they quickly stood up one by one.

With Swain standing behind him, he knew that the general must have something to say.

"Soldiers—look at me."

Shane tore off the shoulder armor on his right shoulder and threw it on the ground. He raised his hands and asked slowly, "Why did you join the Noxian army?"

The soldiers looked at each other, and soon the first one said, "My homeland was conquered, but no civilians died, only the goddamn king. So I joined you."

"My family has been in the army for three generations, my lord, and this is also my choice."

"To gain status!"

"I like the feeling of killing people!"

They started talking, exposing their hearts in front of Shane, in front of this avatar of Noxus. Some people have very lofty purposes - say they are doing their part to get Noxus's sights on sight, while others are very honest about their desires, and they're here to build their careers.

Sean put down his hands and motioned for them to be quiet. The effect is immediate.

He said slowly, "Do you know why I joined the army?"

No one answered.

So he went on: "A hundred years ago, when Noxus was first established, we had an ancient tradition. A martial culture that a true Noxian would never have Take half a step back on the battlefield, and, when the time of death comes, he will die gloriously."

"And I made this oath in the name of my ancestor. I guess you all probably know what happened next. Yes, I strangled that bastard of Jarvan I, and if I did it again, I would do the same. "

Laughter came from the crowd.

"Back to the beginning, why did I join the army? Quite simply, in those days, Runeterra wasn't as peaceful as it is now, and Noxus was nowhere near as big as it is today. There were wars everywhere, everywhere. People are dying. I joined the military with one goal: to reduce the number of deaths in my country."

"Yes, that's all."

"Unlike you, I didn't want to unify the world, I didn't want to make a career, I didn't like killing people, and I didn't because my father was in the army. In fact, my father was just a farmer."

"He died very early, in an enemy attack."

Sean's face was very calm, but no one dared to make any more sound.

He continued: "I see that many of you have died today - but they were all good! They faced that warrior and fought to the death until I came. I know you are very confused, too. , why are we retreating."

"Now, let me tell you why."

"Because they could have lived without dying!"

Sean waved his hands angrily: "Don't tell me, what a glorious death this is! Yes, it was indeed an honor to be killed by him. But he didn't want to do it in the first place, and you don't actually have to. Death! There is no point in dying at his hands!"

"Do you know who sent you to die?"

"Do you know who opened my tomb, lifted my broken body from the coffin, and brought me back from death with blasphemous witchcraft?"

"Do you know who made me lose my mind, turn me into a beast indistinguishable from me, even locked in a cage?"

Sean didn't continue talking, the soldiers had already surrounded him, and there was a sea of ​​people standing in front of him. He stared at them, full of sadness: "Even I will be calculated by them, and even treated as an item, a beast, not to mention you?"

"That's not what Noxus intended!"

He never said who did this kind of thing, but turned around and returned to the tent. Swain stretched out his hand to calm down the soldiers who started to discuss with a very loud voice.

He stood where Sean stood before and said, "General Sean's words are true."

His first sentence made the storm that had subsided again, even more intensely. Swain had been with them for many years compared to Thane, and under his command, the soldiers had achieved many victories, so his admission was crucial and caused the most dramatic reaction.

"I must admit this with sadness, my brothers. Although we treat each other like brothers, there is no rank in our unit except for my useless commander - that's our tradition. , because once on the battlefield, only brothers are worthy of trust, and only brothers are worthy of your entrusting your back."

"I brought this unit to the present, various chapters, dragon lizards, warg cavalry. Sword and shield, spear phalanx. We are often sent as the vanguard, so the casualties are the highest, but I am gratified Yes, you are all good, and there has never been a deserter in my army."

"Also, this is also the first time I have given an order to retreat."

He took off his helmet, bowed deeply, bowed his waist and lowered his head, and said, "I apologize for this - I have put you in a fight to the death, and the name of never retreating has been shamed."

Ignoring the soldiers' obstruction, he straightened up and continued, "The reason is very simple, that giant didn't have to be our enemy--recall, what was our purpose?"

Someone shouted from the crowd: "Kill those false kings! Overthrow their thrones! Let those ignorant people stand up!"

"Yes, but does Ionia have a king?"

Swain's words made them fall into silence,

"Ionia has no king, my brothers. They were alive and well until we came. Although we didn't kill a single Ionian, but...if the giant didn't stop us?"

"I think you all know the result."

"In that case, we'd really be the Demacian massacres who were rampant and war-fighting, but we're not— tell me, my brothers, have we killed a civilian in the last twenty years? "

"No!" they answered in unison.

"But Ionia doesn't have an army either," Swain said calmly.

(