Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

From the outside, this is a rather gloomy castle. Still, it's quite beautiful. This is probably due to the designer who designed it, but also to the workers who built it and the merchants who provided the materials and repaired it over the years.

From the top of the ivory-white castle, you can vaguely see some of its former appearance.

So why does the castle appear so gloomy?

You have to ask the people who live there.

"Bah!"

The harsh voice sounded, and Vladimir started talking wearily and glanced at the man who was shaking in the corner of the hall. He was tied to a chair. As he struggled, the chair legs kept rubbing against the ground. That's where the shrill voice came from.

He raised one of his fingers in a casual, yet graceful manner. Unforgettable. He stood in the darkness, his eyes gleaming.

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Blood rose from the man's feet - no, from the soles of his feet, and a minute later he was dead. The whole person is like a mummified corpse. And Vladimir showed a smile, holding a blood drop that was reflecting the light in his hand.

"The effect is not bad."

After scrutinizing it, he came to this conclusion. The smile inevitably became brighter. Given time, he will be able to sacrifice all the people in this world except him to his god one by one. By then, what else is needed?

After escaping from the Noxian capital, he had come to realize how foolishly he had been in the past for squandering his long life.

He could have kept improving his strength in those past years, and no matter how bad it was, he could devour a lot of blood. But he only cares about playing with people's hearts, like LeBlanc's stupid watch, squandering this talent that makes them different from mortals.

Every time he thought about it, he felt deeply regret. Even now, he has mastered a small country and manipulated the spiritual consciousness of all citizens through a large area of ​​spiritual manipulation spells, establishing a huge image of a god out of nothing in their brains.

Unbreakable, and no one can break it.

This was carefully designed by him. There are no spellcasters in this country, it is remote, and there are basically no travelers. The society is also quite backward, and even believes in ancient astronomical phenomena. For him, this place is simply a perfect pasture, this is the kingdom of his dreams.

He quickly left the hall. There was no one in the castle, only the dark candles were burning quietly in the corner of the corridor. Some trivial bones and skulls were haphazardly discarded on the carpet. The moonlight came in from the floor-to-ceiling windows and hit Vladimir, his pale skin seemed to reflect the light.

The hem of the red robe dragged for a long time, and wherever he passed, those tiny human bones were devoured cleanly. His shadow was drawn by the moonlight, and because of the tulle curtains, it was gradually distorted, looking strange and ominous.

He walked for a long, long time, and finally, he came to the basement of the castle.

It was originally designed to hold some important criminals, and from this we can see how old the castle is. Such a design would never be used in today's nobles. And their preferences have changed from castles to spacious manors. In fact, castles are a thing of the past.

The rusted iron door creaked automatically without wind. As Vladimir strolled in, the color of the scarlet robe became more coquettish. He smiled and came inside, standing in the center of the dungeon, with countless pairs of godless eyes watching him.

They were all locked up in prison, male and female, with different identities. Some were soldiers, some were merchants, and some were just civilians. And to Vladimir, it didn't matter what they were - he didn't care what they were, people or animals, as long as they please the gods.

Vladimir let go of his hand, and blood beads floated in the air. His long pale hair began to move without wind, and the man's eyes began to grow scarlet. The smile on his face also became brighter and brighter, as opposed to the muffled sound of those people falling to the ground.

They fell to the ground, no one cared, like used broken sacks, blood quickly poured out of their bodies, and quickly poured into the blood beads. The scarlet river converged from the cell, and gradually merged into the blood bead in front of Vladimir following his will.

"what......"

He let out a contented sigh and took his arm, as if embracing himself. But the finger was so hard that it made his own bones crackle. Still, he smiled.

Vladimir waited patiently. He looked at the gradually condensed blood beads, as if he saw the mourning soul in it. The cry of these innocent people not only did not make him feel uneasy, but made his smile even brighter.

"Yes, your pain will be good food."

He ran his fingers across his cheek and let out a cold whisper. Blood-red lines spread out from the soles of his feet, and a huge, hollow circle lit up out of thin air. Wrap Vladimir in it. He was standing right in the middle of the circle.

"I call you with the blood of men."

He said solemnly and reverently.

"I call you with human bones."

"I call you with the spirit of the same kind, with my flesh and blood, with my soul and screams—" He raised his hands, his fingers spread out, with extreme force. "—My God! I implore you to keep your eyes on me!"

Moments later, a being from another dimension cast its gaze on Vladimir. A feeling of being enveloped in a cloud made Vladimir shudder, his jaws chattering, his hands unsteady. But his eyes began to become more exuberant.

"What are you asking for?"

After a while, a voice asked.

"Power!" said Vladimir frantically. "I want more power, God! I implore you with the blood and pain of these people, grant me more power!"

"Not enough." The voice said indifferently. "They're enough for food, you've tortured them long enough, and the soul suffers enough. But if you want more power, it's not enough."

Doubt gradually appeared on Vladimir's face: "...So, how can I get you to give me more?"

"The relationship of the transaction is relative." The voice was still calm. "You need strength, then sacrifice the strong. The flesh and soul of mortals are only tooth sacrifices to me, and no matter how painful it is, they are just snacks..."

She looked away, but the blood beads were still taken away. This god is very trustworthy. Although she did not give Vladimir stronger power, she left a secret technique written in blood on the ground. Vladimir knelt on the ground, obsessively looking at the complicated and enchanting alien characters, and after a while, he actually started to stick out his tongue and lick it.

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"Your dirty tricks are of no use to me."

Darius walked forward calmly, and a sharp spike made of blood shot, but he was slapped away with his right hand. The disembodied thing turned into the original blood and fell on the grass, and soon penetrated into the soil.

Not far from him, a man was constantly backing away.

He looked extremely frightened, his legs were shaking, and he was covered in blood. They boiled over him, fashioned him into all sorts of things in a weird way, and then shot out, trying to stop Darius—did he succeed?

No, not once.

Blood stones that can smash people directly into smashes, blood spikes that can pierce armor, blood flames that can burn ore... The blood spells he had learned were all useless, none of them worked. the desired effect. In front of the giant walking towards him, they really were what he said.

Useless to him.

"Look at your appearance." Darius sneered at him coldly. "Where did you drive the courage of these people to die? Just stay away from me and attack me with those useless tricks? You pathetic maggot."

The more he spoke, the more hatred he felt, the hatred that went deep into his bones. It almost ignited his eyes, causing the blue veins on his neck to burst, and the terrifying anger was materialized and turned into reality on his rough face.

Darius' low voice continued, like a wolf roaring filial piety in a low voice: "As a noble... in a high position, oppress your people, torture them, send them to death, even call them Lamb? I've seen you on the hillside, you lowly thing..."

"You said you were Maris' son? Fine, I don't care."

He moved on, and nothing could stop him. At this moment, Darius was not walking as a person. In the eyes of the man, he seemed to be the embodiment of some kind of natural law, a will that was too strong to be added. Even if he stood so far away, he could clearly perceive it in Darius' eyes.

I will definitely kill you.

The man clearly knew the meaning of Darius' eyes. Like rain, thunder, earthquakes. That giant is such a thing in his eyes - at this moment, he knows very well that he must die.

"boom."

The man fell to his knees, fear overpowering him. Can't say anything anymore. The boiling blood gradually died out, and they meandered down from him and landed on the grass. The man didn't look up, and the giant's footsteps were slowly approaching. After a while, a pair of iron boots appeared in front of his eyes.

He raised his head, and the last thing that appeared in front of him was an axe with a cold light.

......

But from Darius' expression, he could not tell how he was feeling at the moment. He looked back at the scene of the massacre he had caused. The death of tens of thousands of people left the plain covered with stumps and broken arms, and words could not describe the impact of this scene well. Those incomplete or complete corpses made him speechless for a while.

...they didn't have to die here, at my hands, they should have had a better life. They should have joined Noxus.

The Hand of Noxus bowed his head and slowly left the place carrying his axe. He wants to go back to the camp thousands of miles away alone to report on the failed operation. He will be punished for it.

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The endless feeling of falling seems to have slowed down, and the tree man's voice came from his ear: "You can open your eyes, Astarte, your names are really hard to say."

Javier Loken opened his eyes, and found himself in the sky. The world under his feet is full of natural landscapes, completely different from the Terra he imagined.

The tree man was beside him, sitting cross-legged, holding a booklet in his hand, looking at it happily, smiling brightly: "We have arrived, where do you want to start your mission? Although this is not It's included in our trading conditions, but I'm a good person, and it's more pleasing to your eyes, so just treat it as a little benefit from me."

"...Where is this place?"

"According to the coordinates and information provided by the mage, this place is called Valoran, also known as Runeterra. It's a world with good magical power, uh, Vastaya? Ha, not bad."

"Have we arrived?"

"Of course! Didn't I say it already?"

Loken felt his mouth dry for no reason: "...But, didn't you say?"

"That's just a pretense." The tree man waved his hand casually, and the booklet in his hand went up and down with its movements.

"I did this before. Later, I found that every time I took people across the border, they would peek. I simply knocked out the transport object and sent it to the destination. This is very safe, and I don't need to go to the destination anymore. Disperse their souls after the ground, then remove the inappropriate memories that make them fools, and then assemble their souls back together."

The tree man spread his hands: "You know, Astarte, this is very troublesome. I'm too lazy to do it. Besides, don't you think it's better? Just take a nap."

Loken said in a deep voice: "Then, the quality of sleep this time is really not good. I feel like I've been falling, and I'm falling endlessly."

"It's normal, don't take this seriously." The tree man smiled. "Back to the point, then, where do you want to start your mission?"

"Where do you think I should start?" Loken asked rhetorically.

The tree man stopped smiling.

The expression on his face began to turn serious. "Normally, I don't give advice to others. But since you asked, I'll have to answer. Let me think..."

His thinking continued for a while, and finally, the tree man said cautiously: "Why don't we start with Noxus? From the information that the wizard gave me, there should be a primarch and a primarch in this country. Two Astartes. That should help you in your mission."

Loken Tong Kong shrank.