Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Of course he bleeds - why not?

Vladimir sensed the thought, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his pale face. Mortals will never understand that all the power that comes out of thin air has long been priced in secret. Do these idiots really think that their ability to become stronger by manipulating blood magic and cannibalism comes from God?

Do not! God is my God, only I can become stronger through sacrifice...

He smiled and waved his fingers, and part of the blood of the mustache rose up from the vast river of blood following his will and came to him. Vladimir stretched out his hand, and the blood gathered into a small bead on his hand. He gripped it tightly and crushed it. Clear scarlet shards pierced into his palm and were absorbed by him.

Vladimir closed his eyes and said to himself: "So, the Noxians are so close?"

When he opened his eyes, he laughed even more excitedly, every muscle on his face was shaking, and his frenzied appearance was nothing like a human being. The blood river took him and continued to walk towards the other side of the plain.

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Across the world, again.

Jumping out of the blue light, He Shenyan took a deep breath. The splendid scene of the endless star sea still remained in his eyes. Those deeply fascinating scenes once caused many cross-border mages to become addicted, and they were even willing to spend thousands of years doing nothing. In order to keep watching the endless sea of ​​stars.

If it wasn't that they would get lost in it for a long time, they would probably be willing to stay there forever.

But He Shenyan couldn't, he had to stay calm - he still had something to do, and it was far from done.

Closing your eyes, the mental power tentacles expanded to the entire Rune Land in an instant. He had a panoramic view of the world, including Racha, who had just arrived at the Immortal Fortress, and Thane, who was battling a pale man.

He opened his eyes, the first ray of sunlight in the early morning shone on him, the black-robed mage raised a hand silently, and a flashing portal appeared in front of him instantly. But he didn't step in, and the reason was very simple.

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This door is not for him.

He Shenyan clenched his right hand into a fist, and then stepped into it. A pale-faced man was pulled out of it by him and threw it to the ground ruthlessly.

"...What?" He spat out a word in confusion, but before he could get up from the ground, he was punched again in the face.

He covered his right face incredulously, the fingers of his left hand danced frantically, and for a while he knelt down and kept whimpering from his throat as if he had lost the ability to speak.

He Shenyan just watched from the sidelines, until a trace of collapse flashed on the man's face, and he had a little smile on his face.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

The man didn't answer, and there was no emotion in his already scarlet eyes.

"I could have killed you directly, or even shattered your soul half a continent away. Let you die worthless, but I don't want to do that. Come on, Vladimir."

He Shenyan gently stretched out his right hand towards him, pulled him up from the ground, and then knocked him to the ground again.

This time, he used more strength - the mage is not the kind of researcher who does not exercise at all. In fact, with the increase of the fixed magic circle on his body, his physical quality has already reached a very terrifying level. Even capable of hand-to-hand combat with the Primarch.

This punch directly sunk Vladimir's head into the ground and buried himself in the dirt. He still didn't respond and collapsed on the ground like he was dead.

"I can hit you, I can kill you, I can let you go, or I can eat you—according to your theory that the strong is above everything, and that power is eternal, I can do any of the above to you. "

He Shenyan squatted down and waited patiently. Waiting for Vladimir to pull his head out of the dirt.

He said softly, "How are you feeling now?"

Vladimir finally gave him a little response.

The scarlet faded from his eyes, and the last remnant of blood magic was mercilessly stripped from his body by the black-robed mage. Feeling its departure, Vladimir shook his head with trembling lips. Just now, he was a god who could rule countless lives and deaths by his own will, but now, he was beaten into the mud.

And the look in the eyes of the man looking directly at him made him feel even more stinging, reminding him of those ascenders. And this person is even more ruthless, there is nothing in his eyes, Vladimir seems to be non-existent in his eyes, insignificant.

"Do you feel uncomfortable?" He Shenyan laughed. "Actually, I'm more uncomfortable with what you've done, and from that point of view, I'm more entitled to be upset than you."

The smile gradually subsided, and he said softly: "Zhanshan is the king, using mental manipulation to make people in a whole country believe in the god you made up. Treat the commoners as lambs, and the nobles with some talent are your signs. Cannibalism for the Blood Knights...you even started a human flesh market in Duinmans."

"Do you really know what you are doing?" He Shenyan's eyes were filled with curiosity. Out of the curiosity of the mage, he really wanted to know what the person in front of him had gone through to be crazy. A god that doesn't exist at all, even making it a phenomenon of 'Dip'.

"I know." Vladimir replied inarticulately, he spat out a few broken teeth, and blood was constantly spilling from his mouth. "But you can't kill me."

He said with great certainty: "You can't kill me, human. I'm detached, I'm no longer human, I no longer have all the weaknesses of this fragile flesh. I have no feelings, no smell, no taste, no pain. So I have no weakness. You can take away my blood magic and even destroy my body, but you cannot destroy my soul."

A gleam of faith gradually lit up his face—the sign of a fanatic.

"My God bless me..." He muttered to himself, his smile blooming, twisted into a shape that couldn't be looked directly at.

He Shenyan slowly stood up.

"I see." He nodded calmly. "Fictitious things have taken over your brain..."

The black-robed mage slowly raised his head, and the soft sunlight in the early morning gradually changed color and was dyed scarlet. Vladimir's increasingly frantic voice sounded in his ear: "You, did you see it?"

He was crawling on the ground on his hands and feet: "God! My god! Here she is!"

"god?"

He Shenyan smiled but said nothing.