Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Racha didn't react to his words - it was true, he didn't even change his expression, he was still calm.

The man who appeared with the silver light was obviously not satisfied with this, his face became clearer, handsome and arrogant like a god. In the eyes that looked down at Felicia and Racha, there was a kind of mercy from God to people.

He slowly raised his hand and frowned slightly. The female officer felt a little guilty at this moment. Although she quickly got rid of the influence of this emotion, she was still shocked: How could I have such a thought?

"You should have fallen on your knees the moment you saw me, mortal. Well, how many years have passed? How could you foolish and worthless creatures forget we exist?"

Racha ignored his self-talk, he just stepped forward and came to the man after a while. Seeing this scene, the arrogant man actually showed a smile: "Yes, are you planning to apologize to me by committing suicide? In this case, I will only kill half of your compatriots."

He took a step back lightly and looked at Racha with expectant eyes: "Come on, it's time to show me your sincerity."

What is Racha's sincerity?

He took another step forward, raised his right hand, and the crimson arrogance became staring in an instant - the next second, he punched.

"boom--!"

The violent loud noise hit Felicia's ears, and she couldn't help covering her ears. A substantive dragon cry appeared right after the sound, and this time, it directly reached the bottom of her heart.

"Tick, tick, tick."

The man lowered his head slowly, looking at the huge opening in his chest, and the silver liquid was constantly pouring out from the inside. His face was full of confusion, as if he didn't understand what was happening to him. With childlike innocence. In just a few seconds, his face quickly turned pale.

Kneeling to the ground, he screamed: "What is this?! Mortal! What is this?! What does this feel like? What did you do to me?!"

"It's called pain."

Racha tore off his black robe with a hole and let out a slow breath. The high temperature rose from his body, smearing the surrounding scene, and the boiling steam smeared his face in an instant, but the calm eyes were still clear.

"You better remember." He raised his right fist again.

The man screamed and retreated without any image, and at the same time kept threatening roar: "I am a member of the protoss, do you know how noble I am?! You dare to beat me! Mortal, you Dead! You and your race are dead, do you know who ordered me to come here? Twilight Protoss!"

There was a certainty in his voice that Felicia found ridiculous, as if the man really thought all mortals should kneel the moment they saw him.

"I will never forgive you!" He even cried. "The Twilight Star Spirit will beat you for me! You damned mortal! I will hang you and everyone you know in the sky, and let you die in pain!"

"Are you finished?"

Racha ignored his threats, not even changing his tone: "You're wrong, Protoss. I'm not going to hit you, I'm going to kill you."

This sentence, he said very seriously. His expression, his gesture, including the firm stride that was going on confirmed it. The miserable Protoss froze suddenly—his face was filled with questions: "...why, why?"

The star spirit asked like a child with a deviated understanding of the world: "The Twilight star spirit clearly said that you mortals are born with no value. You don't even deserve to live, the only meaning of your existence is clearly Fun for us, why...why would you say such a thing?"

Racha just looked at him with pity.

"In you, I saw the innocence of children and the cruelty of monsters at the same time. It's hard to imagine what you are all, how you can have such a twisted soul."

Racha lowered his head slightly, and the crimson arrogance reappeared on his right fist.

"...But, isn't it the first time you've killed someone?"

Xingling stared at him blankly, and then shuddered by a roar of filial piety: "Answer me!"

"Yes, yes! I killed a lot of people!" he said like he was pouring beans in a bamboo tube. "I was allowed to go down three hundred and fifty years ago. At that time, I had a good time with you. Several villages dedicated many young humans to let me let them go."

"So, how did you do it?"

"I killed them all." Protoss said blankly, as it should be. There was a crimson light in his eyes, similar to the color of the arrogance on Racha's fist.

"I killed them all, and didn't do it until I accepted their gifts. I was happy because my sense of humor made the Twilight Stars laugh. I painted them all over the land, Written with the name of the Twilight star..."

He spoke for a long, long time, so long that it was even scary. And the innocent words he said were more chilling than any ghost story the female officer had ever heard. That's not depression in the psychological sense, but an instinctive discomfort when a ferocious beast eats a corpse of the same kind...

Felicia felt a burst of vomiting from the depths of her throat, and the female officer's facial muscles twitched, trembling as if she had lost her mind. She clenched her teeth, and now, the only reason for her to restrain herself and not put her blade on the beast's neck is Racha.

He turned his back to the female officer, and like a natural danger, he firmly separated her from the Protoss. The thick back muscles bulged, and a dragon was behind him, glaring at Felicia.

"So, are humans just toys to you?"

"Lower than that."

"Ugh......"

Racha let out a dull sigh, stepped forward, and punched. Simply and neatly, with a crisp sound, the head of the star spirit exploded. A starlight streaked across the sky again, and he looked up at the dark sky, without saying a word for a long time.

"......Grandmaster?"

Felicia approached him cautiously: "How are you?"

"I'm fine. Isn't this what walking monks should do? Punish evil and promote good, and hoe evil and destroy demons." Racha turned around calmly, dissipating the arrogance in his hands. "I did what I was supposed to do, but it wasn't done."

"What?" Felicia didn't understand what he meant.

The monk raised his hand gently and pointed to the dark sky—to be precise, to the stars that had watched this land relentlessly for millions of years.

"I'm going to kill them all," he said with the utmost seriousness.