Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

It feels like being on a cold winter night.

That kind of pure coldness reminded Loken of death, of cold blades, broken armor and bones. His thoughts seemed to have stopped, and he didn't understand - what is this?

What am I doing?

His super brain couldn't come up with an answer.

Even when he is awake, it is impossible for him to give an answer to such a question. The answer to this question does not exist in his knowledge base, and it is also very different from the information he has received in the past. For Loken, he is currently

The only thing I know is one thing.

persist in.

He must insist that he had just accepted a mission from the Emperor and must not give up halfway. With this belief, he survived.

Opening his eyes, the soft white light made his eyes feel comfortable. Loken wanted to speak, but a burst of ice-like air suddenly rose from his throat.

His eyes widened, and he watched in shock as he exhaled an extremely cold fog - he could feel the temperature that no living thing could endure, but he was comfortably in it without suffering any damage.

"Your Majesty the Emperor!" Garviel Loken shouted loudly. "What is this-?!"

"upgrade."

A mechanical voice answered him, and a pale blue illusory figure rose from the silver floor in front of him: "You have undergone a ritual, Gavir Loken."

"I remember you were talking about the foundry." Loken narrowed his eyes, and a kind of anger at being deceived was boiling in his veins. "Or are you lying to me?"

"According to calculations, you will not accept such a complicated ritual, but I did not lie. I only mentioned the foundry, and did not add the word equipment in front."

The voice of the center of the circle is very calm, and it seems that it will never have any emotional fluctuations.

"This is indeed an upgrade, but it is not for your power armor, but for you. Gavir Loken, you have accepted an upgrade ceremony."

All kinds of speculations flashed through Loken's mind, and the connection between ceremony and promotion made him extremely nervous: "Promotion ceremony?"

"Using the core of ice crystals to reshape your flesh and bones, you will have extraordinary abilities while maintaining your human essence. Please rest assured that the whole process does not contain any chaos pollution or other things. It is just the purest infusion of power, without any

Any side effects."

Loken raised his left hand tremblingly, and the golden light shone slightly. The words of the center of the circle were not over yet: "I have not made any changes to this left hand that Steve Rogers made for you."

He was silent for a while before speaking with difficulty: "At least you should inform me. Besides, I don't think I need this extra power."

"No, you need it." The center of the magic circle told him firmly. "Crossing borders requires extremely high physical fitness or magic power. Now you have just reached the standard."

"And, as I said, based on calculations, you won't accept it. So, now that you have accepted this fact, please be prepared."

"What do you want to do again?" Loken asked warily.

"Wear armor for you..." The body of the center of the magic circle disappeared in a burst of blue light, but its voice was still echoing. "There are no armored servitors on the Revenge. This process may be difficult for you."

It will be a little... novel."

forgive me.

Loken squinted at the armor parts flying towards him, and instinctively felt his teeth sore.

Ten minutes later, he walked out of the forging room with a sullen face. He had already put on his armor, and the power sword and bolter were firmly attached to the armed belt around his waist. Loken looked around, and his eyelids couldn't help but twitch -

He saw an alien wearing strange pink pajamas standing majestically on the deck.

It had a tree-like skin, but it had human-like facial features on the bark. Seeing Loken looking over, the alien didn't even forget to say hello to him: "Oh, hello. It seems that you are the one who needs to cross

The object of the world?"

Without answering its words, Loken had already put his hand on the power sword. The tree man was still chattering.

"You seem to be very angry with me. Is it because of your appearance? Ah, you can only tolerate it for a while. I have been a tree man for 300,000 years, and I don't want to change my body yet. Maybe some time later

I will change into a human body in hundreds of thousands of years, and then you may feel better about me."

The alien's words made him furious, but Loken forcefully let go of his hand from the power sword. The reason was simple, the Emperor's voice was echoing in his mind.

+Don't attack it, only it can lead you to the world that urgently needs support now+

+But it is a hateful alien, my lord, and it also claims that it will change into a human body+

+Don’t care+

The Lord of Mankind did not say more to him, and Loken had no choice but to obey his order. The tree man stepped forward and smiled with satisfaction: "It seems that you already know the current situation? Yes, yes, your physical strength is up to standard.

Already."

The smile disappeared fleetingly, and the old face became serious. It raised a branch-shaped hand, dry and thin, and raised a finger: "This is a deal, what you and I serve

The emperor has made this deal. I will lead you to that world, but in the process, you must absolutely obey my instructions."

Loken nodded expressionlessly.

"Crossing borders is a very dangerous process." The tree man was still explaining to him. "I have made many such transactions in the past, but many people failed to reach their destinations alive. Some of them were because we were unlucky.

, but the vast majority of it is because they didn’t listen to me.”

The old face wrinkled up very, very seriously: "The first rule, you must not open your eyes when crossing the boundary. No matter what you hear, don't open your eyes, understand? Your physical strength

The standard has been met, but the mental strength is far from being able to withstand that kind of scene.”

"I understand, is there anything else?"

"Of course!" the tree man continued. "The second rule -"

Its voice was drowned in the incoming strong wind, lightning reflected in Loken's eyes, and the howling of the wind and the roar of thunder took away his hearing. Loken just fell into a huge feeling of weightlessness, and the huge

The lightning made him unable to see anything, and only deep darkness accompanied him.

Despite this, he still remained calm. The sinking feeling lasted for a long, long time.

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"Your gods cannot save you!"

Darius violently waved the black cutter in his hand with incomparable fury. The ax blade scratched the hypocritical man's weak neck, spreading a large area of ​​bright red. It splashed in the air, and then fell at a very fast speed, just like him.

His head fell on the grass that had long been dyed scarlet red by blood and minced meat.

And he was still not satisfied.

"Hateful cultists, where is your god?!"

He raised the ax in his hand and shouted loudly to the soldiers who feared him. His face was ferocious, and his anger had swallowed up his mind: "Let Him come to me! Let your hypocritical and weak God come to me.

! I will hold up His head and tell you how false your beliefs are!"

He just turned back and forth among the corpses, but none of the soldiers who were a hundred times his number with swords dared to come forward to fight him. This scene only made Darius even more angry - he saw him leaping to the ground.

He jumped up, flew over a hundred meters, landed in the crowd, and started killing people.

"Cowards! You only dare to point your weapons at the backs of your compatriots, but you dare not wave them at the false gods who really oppress all living beings!"

His roar fell on the ears of these soldiers, making them heartbroken. The so-called courage, glory and faith are worthless in the face of life. Some people even quietly threw down their shields and weapons and ran away.

escaped Darius's eyes.

The giant in black and red armor threw the sharp ax in his hand, and the ax blade carried his power, causing those soldiers wearing chain mail or soft leather armor to be chopped into pieces in an instant. They were lucky, because

Some soldiers were smashed to pieces by ax handles.

Such an unacceptable scene that completely violated the laws of nature caused many soldiers to scream. The black-red giant was death itself in their eyes, the embodiment of the word "butcher", and an unspeakable fear.

.....

"die!"

Darius was still not satisfied. He raised his hand and grabbed a soldier who was trying to escape from him, and tore him in half. Then he simply used his fists to hammer to death the cowards who fled. Those who dared to

The one who wielded the sword at him was still standing in the middle of the field.

Only he himself knows why he is so angry.

If you see these people fighting each other for some stupid belief, fathers sacrificing their wives, mothers sacrificing their children, and the king treating his subjects like lambs for the slaughter - trust me, you will too.

He tried words, trying to make them understand that there is only one true faith in the world. But he failed, and this fact stung him more than anything else. Because the price of failure was the disappearance of his legion. All ten thousand soldiers.

Everything disappeared in that damn sacrificial formation and turned into pure blood.

So, it should not be difficult for you to understand why he is so angry.

"What the hell is he?!"

A man wearing luxurious clothes with scarlet patterns rode a horse and screamed on the hillside not far away. He dropped the telescope with trembling hands, and the attendant on the side caught it without fail, with pale hands

Not like a human being.

"Darius, Hand of Noxus, my lord." The attendant bowed his head respectfully. "...a monster."

"You don't need to tell me that he is a monster! Lord Scarlet, I have never seen such a thing. The ten dragon lizards put together may not be as strong as him. Damn it, how could we meet?

This kind of evil star? I have heard a lot of rumors about him, but those rumors did not say that he can form an army by himself!"

Perhaps it's because we sacrificed his legions, my lord. And he's clearly not a mortal, can't you tell?

The attendant did not say anything. He knew very well what kind of fool his master was. So he turned to talk about another thing: "The lambs can hold him for a while, sir, but these weak foods cannot last long.

.You may still need to take action yourself.”

"I do not want it."

The man raised his orchid fingers in disgust, took out a beautiful palm from the cloth bag at his waist, and gently rubbed his face with it: "Let the blood knights deal with him, I don't want to dirty my hands.

I just ate a relatively young lamb this morning, and the taste of its flesh and blood is still in my hands."

The attendant said nothing, but his throat rolled up and down. He had to admit that the lamb was indeed very beautiful, and the meat must be of good quality... But he was just a attendant, and the attendant could only eat those old lambs.

.

"It should take some time for the blood knights to arrive here. Lord Derrick just used blood to send a message twenty minutes ago. They are still on the way and encountered some small obstacles."

"Hinder?"

"It is said that a barbarian from nowhere is trying to stop them... I believe they will arrive here soon."

"Can a barbarian stop the Blood Knight?"

The idiot in the attendant's eyes frowned and looked like he was thinking: "This is wrong. Why can he stop them?"

"I don't know about this, sir. Maybe Sir Derrick just wanted to cover up the situation of their being blocked, so he made up a lie at will."

"What you said is not unreasonable. Forget it, let's continue looking at it." The man yawned and put his palm back into the bag on his waist. "Speaking of which... this hand should be replaced too."

Already used it for three days."

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The barbarian and the blood knights they talked about were indeed fighting. This barbarian was indeed a real person and was definitely not a fabrication. And he indeed blocked the way of the blood knights.

who is he?

He Shenyan should recognize who he is.

"You evil spirits!" A shirtless young man with a full beard roared angrily and punched hard at the same time. His anger echoed the surrounding mountains and forests, and they responded to him.

A biting forest wind that came from nowhere wrapped around his fist, and once he swung it out, it formed a huge whirlwind, blowing a dozen knights in bright red armor and knocking them off their feet. Their armors were even creaking.

.

The leader was particularly tall, but he had not yet got off the horse. He looked gloomily as the unknown barbarian punched out the whirlwind one after another, and he began to curse in his heart.

Damn it, where did he come from? If he can't rush to the battlefield quickly, that arrogant fool may be killed by the Noxian. I don't want to be eaten by the Blood Lord...

..

His thoughts stayed here for a few seconds, but the price he paid was even higher. The barbarian punched the ground again. This time, what appeared was not a hurricane, but mud. Spikes emerged from the ground,

Each one was half as thick as a man, and the knight who couldn't dodge died immediately, looking extremely miserable.

The knight leader was furious when he saw this, and his pupils lit up with scarlet light.

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Does anyone remember that this volume is called Multiverse... ha.