Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Please come with me."

Gavier Loken looked at the illusory light blue figure ahead with cautious eyes. It seemed to have no gender, just a human-shaped body. At this time, it was taking Loken through the Revenge.

Above the second deck.

"With all due respect—" Loken struggled to find a suitable title in his vocabulary. "—Here, where are we going?"

"You can call me the center of the array. I am the main control core of this ship. In your words, I should be called the machine soul."

The center of the circle told him the information about his identity calmly, and the indifference contained in his voice made Loken frown a little.

"There is no need to regard me as a human being or an object that requires respect. You only need to make demands of me and I will try my best to satisfy you. Considering your mission, I hope you are mentally prepared."

"I have already prepared." Loken replied in a deep voice. "But what I don't understand is, where are we going? I should just start the mission directly."

The center of the magic circle stopped and turned around abruptly. Loken immediately stopped, but he still couldn't help but bump into it - there was no collision as expected, but it went straight through the illusory body. The center of the magic circle

In a blur, he stood a little further away and began to explain to him.

"We're going to the foundry."

"I already have a set of power armor." Loken patted his chest armor. "And it's not damaged at all. The most I need is some ammunition."

"No."

The mechanical voice at the center of the array carried an unquestionable attitude: "According to calculations, if you carry out the mission in your current state, you have a 75% chance of dying during the mission. The probability is too high. According to the captain,

The underlying thinking logic I set, I cannot accept this danger, you need to upgrade."

Loken sighed. This kind of toughness reminded him of the technical sergeants when he was still in the legion. They were all stubborn and would often check the battle brothers who were about to launch a surprise attack on the enemy over and over again before the mission began.

Their power armor and weapons. As if by mistake, he put down his stubbornness.

"It seems you agree." The center of the magic circle nodded, and the illusory face without facial features floated for a while. "Please follow me, the casting room is not far away."

They walked for about ten minutes. The silver corridor complemented the sea of ​​stars outside the porthole window, and Loken did not feel any visual fatigue.

They stopped in front of a black door. As the center of the circle walked in, the door opened smoothly. The cold air inside hit their faces, and the low temperature even made Loken feel a little uncomfortable.

And what he saw - Loken had to admit, it was quite different from the foundry in his memory.

Dark blue waves surged in the room, rising like ocean waves. They looked like water, but they did not mean to overflow the room. In the center of the waves, there was a small blue crystal, from which the cold air came.

.

"What is this?" Loken turned to ask the center of the magic circle standing aside. "This seems to have nothing to do with casting."

"The Revenge is a ship driven by magic. No matter how advanced or similar it looks to technology, its foundation is still in the realm of magic." The voice of the center of the magic circle was calm. "You only need to walk in, and

Can understand its meaning."

magic.

Loken chewed on these two words. As early as the Great Crusade, he had destroyed countless smug so-called mages and wizards. These arrogant people who mastered crude psychic spells or sacrificial formations often had no regard for their compatriots.

No empathy. Single-minded pursuit of knowledge or immortality, and may even commit cannibalism for this purpose.

In contrast, there are those religious lunatics who believe in false gods. They are all the same.

——But, it seems that driving this ship is completely different from the magic in his impression.

Without any further hesitation, Loken strode forward.

Dark blue waves surged in and were reflected in his gray pupils. For a moment, Loken's irises almost felt stinging. At the same time, he also felt heavy resistance in his forward steps.

But this did not prevent him from exerting his strength. Loken walked in against the dark blue waves. The voice of the center of the circle sounded behind him: "Hold the core, and the upgrade will start automatically. Be sure to stay calm.

.”

Loken silently walked inside, silently counting his steps. The fifth step, the twelfth step, the thirty-one step - his heavy footsteps echoed in the equipment casting room, as if something was about to happen.

Foretelling of things to come.

And Loken also realized that things would not be so simple.

Sure enough, after the fiftieth step, the resistance suddenly increased. If he was moving under restraints before, he was now wearing an iron suit that made it difficult to move. Loken gritted his teeth and walked inside step by step.

, that weird resistance began to grow stronger, and according to his estimation, he was still seventeen steps away from his goal.

These seventeen steps are as difficult as climbing to the sky.

On the fifty-fourth step, faint blood began to ooze from his mouth, nose and ears, and things in his field of vision began to blur.

The sixtieth step was so difficult that he almost felt that he could no longer feel his limbs. The temperature control function of the power armor seemed to be broken, and the cold that penetrated into his bones made his teeth begin to chatter.

At the sixty-fourth step, there were still three steps left, but Loken was already kneeling on the ground. The blood gathered into a small river, gurgling from his seven orifices, creating reflective blood marks on his armor, like

A footnote to some kind of disaster.

Three steps.

There are three more steps.

There was an overwhelming echo in his spine, but Loken didn't care at all. The Luna Wolf's face was now ferocious and terrifying, and there were no other thoughts in his mind, only a simple word echoed.

stand up.

stand up......

stand up!

The muscles tightened, the bones made strange sounds, and the internal organs shifted. Loken slowly stood up from the ground. The last three steps took him ten minutes. When his hand touched the blue crystal, he

His eyelashes and mouth and nose were already covered with ice crystals.

"You succeeded." The voice of the center of the magic circle came clearly into his groggy brain. "Keep it."

He did as he was told.

The blue crystal began to emit stronger and stronger cold air and light. Loken's closed right palm emitted a strong light, as if he was holding a blue sun. In the light, he lost

consciousness.

"Upgrade begins."

Seeing him fall to the ground, the center of the magic circle turned around without any emotion at all. The door of the equipment casting room was closed according to its wishes. The cold inside was receding rapidly, and Loken's power armor would be around thirty.

It will be disassembled in seconds and every component will be completely upgraded.

According to calculations, the center of the array knew that he would wake up in three hours, and by that time, he would be qualified for this task.

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"Do you like disturbing people's dreams?"

He Shenyan reluctantly opened his eyes. He was in a brand new world. There was a calm night sky above his head, and the emperor was standing not far from him. Under the cliff extending below their feet, there was a peaceful village.

"There's just something I need to talk to you about."

The emperor smiled and spread his hands: "I think it's better to let you know about this."

"What's up?"

"The recruiting world you found." The emperor raised his head and stared at the calm night sky, with golden light flashing in his eyes. "Humanity is in a bitter war..."

He Shenyan frowned, his mind spinning. Runeterra was full of dangers, and he knew this. But the human power in that world was not weak at all, not to mention the two Ascended Ones, Nasus and Aatrox, and

The rune mage who is rumored to be running around the world. The extraordinary power of Ionia alone is enough to make people drink a pot.

Not to mention Noxus, which is developing steadily, a primarch, a three-hundred-year-old veteran and Darius who has just completed the transformation... and Ashes and Gwendolen, and that

A seemingly weak fireproof girl.

A tough fight?

Are they the undead in the Shadow Isles, or has the Void returned? No, it shouldn't be. I have destroyed the foundation they relied on to encroach on Runeterra, and the erosion has been reduced. The remaining power of the Void is not enough to pose a threat to these people.

Or is it the god below Bilgewater? Or, the protoss?

Killing intent began to gather in his heart. The mage has always been a person who protects his shortcomings. Mage Tower, Wind, Ring, Shen, Udyr...and Gwendolen.

"What happened?" he asked calmly.

"Across the endless sea of ​​stars, I don't know what happened. But the content of Kronos's prayer to me has changed from the usual prayer to hoping that I will give him the strength and courage to save those innocent people. His

The voice was genuine.”

The Emperor turned his head: "Do you want to hear it?"

"Why not?"

The Lord of Mankind raised his hand, and a bit of golden light emerged. The voice of Kronos began to ring in their ears.

"Emperor, forgive me for this moment of weakness. Because I no longer know how to face these people who believe in me." Cronus's voice sounded extremely tired. "Only daily prayers can save me."

I gained a moment of peace. I don't want to use those long prayers today."

He was silent for a while, saying nothing but sighing deeply.

"Honor is my life, fighting is my destiny, death is my specialty, failure is my fear...Bless these ignorant ones and give them some of your love, Emperor

ah......"

The prayer ended here, very briefly. He Shenyan closed his eyes and asked, "What is your plan?"

"The Empire currently does not have redundant manpower for support. But I cannot sit idly by. I will send an Astartes from the Great Crusade period to investigate. Your ship has deduced that he needs to be 'upgraded' based on calculations.

So I called an ice crystal core to upgrade him."

"Detection? How are you going to detect it?" He Shenyan frowned more and more. "I can't cross the border yet. The injury is too serious... It will take at least ten days for me to recover to the point where I can cross the border.

The magic level of the world."

The emperor smiled mysteriously: "You are not the only cross-border mage in the endless sea of ​​stars."

"Have you found the White Tower Council?"

"To be precise, he found me..."

The emperor snapped his fingers with a strange look on his face, and an old tree man was 'thrown' out of the darkness. It was wearing pajamas with a rainbow pony on it and looked very excited.

He Shenyan now knew why he looked strange.

...This look should really be weird.

The tree man jumped towards the two of them, and it stretched out a hand - no, a branch, the slender branch soon turned into a hand. The tree man was smiling and

They both shook hands, and then said with a very philistine smile: "Which gentleman needs cross-border services?"

"The White Tower Council still undertakes this kind of business?"

The tree man nodded repeatedly: "You joined the White Tower Council not long ago, right? Oh! Wait, I have a vague impression of your face. You are the guy who fought with the elves, right? A disciple of the Ancient One?"

"It's me, that's right." He Shenyan replied expressionlessly. "...Fighted with an elf?"

"Don't you know? She posted a post in the elf section of the forum, saying that you are very delicious and strongly recommends that the elves come to play with you. But you have never been in the White Tower, so they have no chance.

"

The tree man shook his head sadly: "This is an opportunity that no one can ask for... Oh, let's not mention this. You are seriously injured. Do you need my help?"

It stretched its branches again, and a crisp green leaf grew out. He Shenyan stared at this green leaf in surprise, and he felt the extremely strong vitality from it without any impurities. This quality, I am afraid, can

Let his injuries recover directly.

"Now, the Leaf of Life is my own product, one hundred thousand years old." The tree man puffed up his chest proudly. "Since you are also a cross-border mage, what about the price of your friendship, what about three hundred star cores?

Sample?"

"I'm afraid I can't get it out."

"It's okay. Other items of equal value are fine, do you have them?"

"I really want to." He Shenyan smiled helplessly. "But, unfortunately, I haven't expanded my pocket dimensions for a long time."

The tree man nodded, not disappointed. After it picked off the leaves, it threw them into the darkness. It grew a left hand, rubbed its hands, and looked at the emperor expectantly: "Uh, so, this

Sir, when can I start work? What you have promised is so amazing. I would love to start working on it right away."

"You still have to wait a little longer...about three hours."

The emperor smiled at it, waved to it, and the tree man disappeared in a burst of light. He Shenyan stared at the place where it disappeared with interest, and after a while, he nodded thoughtfully.

"Did you find anything?"

"This guy should belong to the 'Seize the Body' faction... The body it uses is obviously not its own, but it has its own will and is very obedient. Ha, as expected, cross-border mages have the same body..."

It’s a story.”

He Shenyan smiled dumbly and shook his head.