Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Before she could react, He Shenyan added another foot.

Please note that the mages born in Kama Taj are not the pitiful crispy skins with low defense and only 200 points of health in people's impressions, who will die on the spot because they are rubbed by monsters - they are very focused on exercise. Especially He Shenyan, this person is very frantic and has set up a lot of permanent protection circles on himself.

This also caused the woman to be kicked and flew out, and she rolled out through the door that came in. Not so embarrassed.

Silk clothes look good, but there are other problems. At this time, her clothes became dusty due to rolling on the ground a few times, and some places were torn, revealing a good spring.

Passersby watched this scene with astonishment, and the mage walked out of the door of the tavern. The woman lying on the ground got up angrily, she pointed at the mage, and was slapped again before she could speak the local Shurima swear words in her mouth.

"you!"

"Snapped!"

She covered her face in disbelief. Some of the passersby recognized her, and they left the scene quickly, not wanting to cause trouble. The woman screamed hysterically, but out of the corner of her eyes caught sight of the mage's slowly raised right hand, and immediately closed her mouth.

Her face is now swollen like a pig's head, and the burning pain is intertwined with the humiliation and confusion in her heart. Made her shed tears.

"Don't cry, it's like I've done something to you that shouldn't be done." He Shenyan put down his hand and tilted his head: "Why don't we talk about your real age?"

The woman's pupils shrank suddenly, and before she could speak, the mage interrupted her slowly.

"How long have you lived... No, I shouldn't ask that. Not too strict, I should ask, how many people have you eaten?"

As his voice fell, the woman's bones suddenly twisted. The pale bone stubble penetrated her body, and her muscles and skin began to melt inch by inch, until she turned into a puddle of flesh, and only one head remained standing.

The mage raised his finger, and a golden ring in the muddy flesh flew out. It was exactly what she had worn on her ankle before, now, stained with blood, glowing eerily in the Shurima sun.

He Shenyan sighed: "Evil weapon. It's the same old thing that cannibalizes people and prolongs life. Where did you find this thing?"

The woman's head opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but suddenly swelled up in the next instant. He Shenyan narrowed his eyes and shook his finger: "I haven't finished asking yet, do you understand what it means to arrive first?"

An old male voice replaced her original voice, a second mouth grew out of her pale face, grinned with yellow teeth, and said to the mage: "Young man, don't think that you can do it with a little knowledge. —"

"Snapped."

The mage snapped his fingers, stood up, and moved slightly away from the street. Then, a meteor swept past, and an old man in a black robe fell to the ground. He looked miserable, please forgive me, I don't want to describe too much. You can imagine smashed jelly and slime smashed in a blender.

But even so, he was still alive.

"Why do you want to be mean? You'll die if you don't say two cruel words? Forget it, you're going to die anyway. Do you want to make a deal with me? Maybe I'll consider letting you die more quickly. ." He Shenyan said with a smile.

"Hoo-"

A new mouth grew out of the mutilated half of his head, and there was a pained sound. He Shenyan raised his head and glanced at the surrounding residents who were gathering more and more to watch the fun and not be a big deal. He snapped his fingers and told them to go their separate ways, erasing this memory by the way.

He waited patiently for a while until the old man finally finished his psychological construction. When he wanted to speak, He Shenyan turned his head and left, leaving only a sentence and a spell to cover the existence of the old man. He would die a very long, very painful death. And will not have any chance of resurrection.

"Excuse me,

I'm just kidding. Just sit there and die, and no one will notice you. So, if you're looking to immigrate to a mortal, you can save it. "

He left the abomination there to die. On the surface, the mage is casual, and treats them with a playful attitude, but in fact there is nothing but cold anger in his heart.

evil weapon.

This is not a good word, Kama Taj has a special course, which is about the harm of this kind of things to the world.

It is impossible to test who made the original evil weapon. However, the most intuitive understanding of the evil weapon by the mages is that this thing is extremely evil.

You cannot destroy a known evil weapon by any means. Even if it is thrown into another dimension and exiled for thousands or hundreds of years, it will eventually return to the human world and seek a host. The only reliable countermeasure is seal suppression, but the sealer himself will also be at risk of being corrupted. Therefore, it is often necessary to alternate seals. Even so, many people have been corrupted in one hundred years of responsibility.

This was the first time He Shenyan had seen an evil weapon in another world, and at first glance he directly determined what it was. There is no other reason, any mage will never forget their special smell after seeing an evil weapon - you can understand it as some kind of more horrible smell of coriander.

And the mage happens to hate coriander very much, and also hate evil tools very much.

While walking on the road, he played with the golden ring in his hand. The thing hummed, and the exaggerated lines faintly flashed through some phantoms. Countless victims wailed and screamed at He Shenyan on it, telling the mage all the suffering they had suffered during their lifetime, but He Shenyan just endured it all with a blank face.

There is no other way, if these poor souls are to be freed from their evil tools, someone must bear their pain. This is also one of the disgusting aspects of evil weapons, which bind the soul of their victims.

It was not until the soul of the last victim slowly dissipated that the mage let out a sigh of relief. This is nothing to him, just watching his own kind being eaten by others like this, even after death, he can't rest in peace, and after all, he can't help some emotions in his heart.

At this moment, He Shenyan sneered. He knows some flaws in his character, and he also knows that he is an out-and-out bastard in the eyes of most people. But he has never killed innocent people, nor has he done those taboo human experiments by any means. From this perspective, his moral bottom line might be higher than many people.

Even if the people he's killed so far are innumerable, and most of them have died painfully.

What is this, some kind of sarcastic joke?

24. How many people kill has nothing to do with the bottom line of morality