Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"Okay! The preparatory work is almost finished." The mage snapped his fingers, and a long table at the other end of the hall flew over. While taking out the heart, he took out a bunch of experimental instruments as before, and explained to Geralt: "Although I don't know the properties of those materials, all mutation and transformation rituals seem to me to be similar-- It's nothing but destruction and repair."

Geralt folded his arms and watched him go about his business. There was a sudden hunch in the witcher's heart that he was going to witness a miracle - but he didn't know for better or worse.

He Shenyan patted the huge heart on the table, it was even dripping blood, the blood dripping on the wooden table made a hissing sound. He took out a huge basin that was large enough to hold this giant heart from the test apparatus on the side, and put the heart in. Then poured the golden liquid on it, his heart beating, and there was no difference - until he added the bottle of Shadow Essence.

A sound like thunder exploded in the hall. The color of the heart is gradually changing from deep red, now gold, now black. Magic is floating in the hands of the mage, controlling this dangerous mutation. He looked at his heart with extreme concentration, and there were even fine sweat drops on his forehead. The sound of the heart beating is getting louder and louder, obviously there are no blood vessels for it to circulate blood, but it is getting louder and louder in the continuous beating.

The heart is still changing between gold and black, and He Shenyan suddenly shouted: "Geralt! Join Oyster!"

The witcher hurriedly picked up the yam, peeled off its roots, and threw it into the pot. As soon as its cyan root entered, it was crushed into powder by the black magic in the hands of the mage, and turned into a fine black powder, which covered the heart. He Shenyan carefully controlled the powder and carved an inscription on the heart. A full twelve strengthening spells. He looked at Geralt again, this time without him needing to say, Geralt picked up the front of the long-leaf cart and the mandala root, and the witcher asked, "Which one do you want?"

He Shenyan's voice was almost roaring: "All!"

Geralt did as he was told.

With the entry of the two materials, he clenched his fists with both hands, his nails pierced tightly into his palms, dripping blood, and the magic power evaporated in the next second. He Shenyan controlled the two materials to be engraved on the heart in the same way. After a burst of light, the heartbeat suddenly stopped. Its color didn't change either, it was still a deep red.

Geralt couldn't understand those twisted spells at all, he only knew that the pendant on his chest was about to break. Geralt tore off the pendant and threw it hard across the hall, at least to keep it away from here—anything.

"Phew..." He Shenyan let out a tired sigh of relief. He hadn't done such a dangerous job for a long time and required constant concentration, but the sense of achievement after success was unparalleled. With a slight smile on his face, he said, "Excuse me, Geralt. Help me find a bottle labeled Red Dragon's Blood in the second row of the chest, please?"

While the witcher was looking for the bottle, he used his magic power to lift the horse to another long table, and the black magic power straps fastened it firmly. He took out a needle tube from the pile of utensils, took the bottle of Red Dragon's blood that Geralt handed over, injected it, and then stabbed the needle on his butt—he laughed and followed Jay Lot's horse woke up screaming in pain, and with a stroke of his left hand, his heart floated over. It exudes strong magical power fluctuations, even so rich that the naked eye can see the brilliance of gold and black radiating alternately on it. He Shenyan patted the horse's head and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, it's going to be a little painful, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

So the horse fell asleep.

He Shenyan turned his head and said to Geralt, "You may need to stand farther away... The shirt you just changed shouldn't be stained with blood again."

Geralt stepped back immediately to a heavy pillar.

He Shenyan closed his eyes, took three deep breaths and opened his eyes, the whole person has completely calmed down.

His magic power was squandered as fast as he didn't want money, and fifteen low-level strengthening spells were thrown on the horse, and its body became huge in a burst of crackling, almost catching up with Geralt. The pterodactyl that I killed in the morning is gone. The table was crushed by it too, but the magic straps were still holding it on it.

The mage stepped forward, his right hand became a palm, hung with a thin layer of black magic, and there was a sound that made Geralt feel some heart palpitations between the high-speed vibrations - the buzzing sound made him feel There is no doubt that this magical blade can cut through his pterodactyl leather armor in an instant. Holding the sharp blade, the mage opened the horse's chest at once, and a large amount of blood gushed out. Its life was rapidly draining, but it still did not wake up in its sleep.

He Shenyan patiently watched all its blood flow out, until the entire ground was full of blood before starting to move. He first held down the needle tube and pushed it, and the dragon's blood was injected into the dying body of the horse, bringing a trace of vitality to it. Then, the original blood of the horse began to boil, and it transformed itself on the ground, forming a circle that surrounded the mage and the horse.

He Shenyan beckoned, the huge heart was now fit into the body of the horse, he did not choose to replace it, but put it directly. As soon as the heart entered, it turned into a streamer and disappeared. The horse's open chest was instantly restored. A huge amount of magic began to flow in its body. In the middle, it opened its eyes and stood up.

Two fiery airflows spewed out of its nose, and two scarlet lights lit up in its eyes, but it still stood there calmly, without much movement. The mage stroked its head and whispered, "Be smaller... okay? Dude, you're a little too big now."

It seemed to understand what the mage was saying, and returned to its previous size, standing quietly in the hall.

Geralt was still expressionless, or rather, he was so shocked that he forgot to make an expression. The witcher walked over tremblingly, touched his horse, felt the flow of magic power and the strong muscles that were completely different from before, a bright smile suddenly bloomed on his face - it was difficult to match his actions at this time. No doubt he was a pervert.

He Shenyan turned his head and shouted to the corridor at the other end of the hall: "Now you can come out, Mr. Vesemir, how do you feel?"

The old man stepped out of the shadows. He looked at the horse with the same expressionless expression, but with an abnormal flush on his face.