Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

From the outside, this is a rather gloomy castle. However, it is still quite beautiful. This may be attributed to the designer responsible for designing it, but also to the workers and those who built it.

The merchants who provided the materials and the people who restored it over the years.

From the top of the ivory white castle, you can vaguely see some of its former appearance.

So why does this castle look so gloomy?

You have to ask the people who live there.

"Hey!"

A harsh sound sounded, and Vladimir raised his head in disgust and glanced at the trembling man in the corner of the hall. He was tied to a chair. Due to his struggle, the legs of the chair kept rubbing against the ground. Sharp

This is where the sound comes from.

He raised one of his fingers, his gesture was careless, yet elegant. It was unforgettable. He stood under the darkness, his eyes sparkling.

Blood rose from the man's feet - no, started to gush out from the soles of his feet. A minute later, he died. The whole person was like a mummy. And Vladimir showed a smile, holding his hand

It held a drop of blood that was reflecting light.

"The effect is pretty good."

After looking at it for a while, he came to this conclusion. His smile inevitably became brighter. As long as he gave time, he would be able to sacrifice everyone in the world except himself to his god one by one. By then,

What else is needed?

After escaping from the Noxian capital, he had deeply realized how foolish he had been in squandering his long life.

He could have kept improving his strength in those past years, and no matter how bad he was, he could still swallow a lot of blood. But he only cared about playing with people's hearts, and just like LeBlanc's stupid cousin, he squandered this power.

Their talents are different from ordinary people.

Every time he thinks about this, he feels deep regret. Even now, he has taken control of a small country and manipulated the spiritual consciousness of all citizens through large-scale mental manipulation spells, in their brains.

A huge image of a god was created out of nothing.

It is unbreakable and no one can break it.

This was his careful design. There are no spellcasters in this country, it is remote, and there are basically no travelers. The society is also quite backward, and they even believe in ancient celestial phenomena. For him, this is a perfect place.

The pasture couldn't be more perfect, this was the kingdom of his dreams.

He quickly left the hall. There was no one in the castle. Only the dim candlelight burned quietly in the corner of the corridor. Some trivial bones and skulls were randomly discarded on the carpet. The moonlight shone in from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

, hitting Vladimir, his pale skin seemed to reflect light.

The hem of the red robe was very long, and wherever he passed, the tiny human bones were devoured cleanly. His shadow was stretched by the moonlight, and was gradually distorted by the obstruction of the gauze curtains.

, it seemed strange and ominous.

He walked for a long time, and finally he came to the basement of the castle.

This place was originally designed to imprison some important criminals. This can also be seen from this point how old the castle is. Such a design will never be used by today's nobles. And their preferences have also changed from castles to

Spacious manor. In fact, castles are a thing of the past.

The rusty iron door squeaked automatically without any wind. Vladimir strolled in, and the color of his scarlet robe became even more alluring. He came inside with a smile, and stood in the center of the dungeon, surrounded by countless people.

A pair of dull eyes stared at him.

They were all imprisoned in prison, both men and women, with different identities. Some were soldiers, some were businessmen, and some were just civilians. But to Vladimir, it didn't matter what they were - he didn't care at all.

It doesn't matter what they are, whether they are humans or animals, as long as they can please the gods.

Vladimir let go of his hand, and blood beads floated in the air. His long pale hair began to move without wind, and the man's eyes began to become scarleter. The smile on his face also began to become brighter and brighter,

In contrast, there was the muffled sound of people falling to the ground one after another.

They fell to the ground, unnoticed, like used torn sacks. Blood quickly poured out of their bodies and soon poured into the blood beads. Scarlet rivers gathered from the cells.

came out, and gradually merged into the blood beads in front of Vladimir according to his wishes.

"ah......"

He let out a sigh of contentment and held his arms, as if hugging himself. But the fingers were so hard that his own bones made a crisp sound. Despite this, he still smiled.

Vladimir waited patiently. He looked at the blood beads that gradually solidified, and seemed to see the wailing souls in them. The cries of these innocent people not only did not make him feel uneasy, but made him smile even more.

Brilliant.

"Yes, your pain will become the best food."

He scratched his cheek with his fingers and uttered a cold whisper. Blood-red lines spread from the soles of his feet, and a huge, empty circle lit up out of thin air. Vladimir was wrapped in it. He stood there

The center of the circle.

"I call you with human blood."

He said solemnly and piously.

"I call you with human bones."

"I call you with the spirit of my kind, with my flesh and blood, with my soul and my screams -" He suddenly raised his hands, spreading his fingers with great force. "-My God! I beg you to turn your eyes.

Put it on me!"

After a moment, a being from another dimension cast its gaze on Vladimir. A feeling of being shrouded in clouds made Vladimir tremble all over, his teeth began to tremble, and his hands were no longer stable.

But his eyes began to become more intense.

"What do you want?"

After a moment, a voice asked.

"Power!" Vladimir said fervently. "I want stronger power, God! I beg you with the blood and pain of these people, give me stronger power!"

"Not enough." The voice said indifferently. "They are enough as food. You have tortured them for long enough, and their souls are painful enough. But if you want stronger power, this is not enough."

Doubts gradually appeared on Vladimir's face: "...So, how can I get you to give me more?"

"The relationship between transactions is relative." The voice was still calm. "You need strength, then go and sacrifice the strong. To me, the flesh, blood and soul of mortals are just tooth sacrifices. No matter how painful it is, they are just snacks.

..."

He looked away, but the blood beads were still taken away. This god was very trustworthy. Although he did not give Vladimir more power, he left a secret technique written in blood on the ground.

Ladimir knelt on the ground and stared at the complicated and strange alien characters with fascination. After a while, he actually started to stick out his tongue and lick them.

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"Your cheap tricks have no use on me."

Darius walked forward calmly, and a spike made of blood shot out, but he slapped it away with his right hand. The thing that had lost its form turned into its original blood and fell on the grass.

, and soon seeped into the soil.

Not far away from him, a man was backing away.

He looked extremely frightened, his legs were trembling, and his body was covered in blood. They were boiling on his body, shaped into various things by him in a strange way, and then shot out, trying to stop Dreyer.

Si's footsteps - did he succeed?

No, not even once.

Blood stones that can directly smash people into pieces, blood spikes that can penetrate armor, blood flames that can burn ore... None of the blood spells he has learned have any effect, none of them have any effect.

The effect it should have. In front of this giant walking towards him, they really looked like what he said.

It's of no use to him.

"Look at your appearance." Darius sneered at him coldly. "Where is the courage that drove these people to death? You only dare to stay far away from me and attack me with those useless tricks.

?You pathetic maggot."

The more he spoke, the more he felt hatred, the hatred that penetrated deep into his bones. It almost ignited his eyes, causing the veins on his neck to bulge. The terrifying anger became concrete and turned into reality on his rough face.

Darius's deep voice then sounded, like a wolf roaring: "As a noble... in a high position, oppress your people, torture them, let them die, and even call them lambs."

?I have seen you on the hillside a long time ago, you despicable thing..."

"You said you were Marills' son? Fine, I don't care."

He continued to approach, and nothing could stop his steps. At this moment, Darius was not walking as a person. In the eyes of the man, he seemed to be the embodiment of some kind of natural law, a feeling that was so strong that it could not be added.

His will, even if he stood so far away, could be clearly sensed in Darius's eyes.

I will definitely kill you.

The man clearly knew the meaning of Darius's eyes. It was like rain, thunder, or earthquake. The giant was such a thing in his eyes - at this moment, he knew very well that he would definitely die.

"boom."

The man fell to his knees, fear had overwhelmed him. He could no longer say anything. The boiling blood gradually extinguished, and they snaked down from his body and fell on the grass. The man did not raise his head, and the giant's footsteps

The sound was slowly approaching. After a while, a pair of iron boots appeared in front of him.

He raised his head, and the last thing that appeared in front of him was an ax with a cold light.

...

But from Darius's expression, it was impossible to tell how he was feeling at the moment. He turned back and glanced at the scene of the massacre he had caused. The death of tens of thousands of people left the plain covered with broken limbs, and the words

He couldn't describe the impact of this scene very well. The corpses, some incomplete and some complete, actually made him speechless for a moment.

...They didn't have to die here, at my hands. They should have had a better life. They should have joined Noxus.

The Hand of Noxus lowered his head, carried his ax and slowly left here. He would go back to the camp thousands of miles away alone to report this failed operation. He would be punished for this.

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The endless falling feeling seemed to have slowed down, and the tree man's voice came to his ears: "You can open your eyes, Astartes, your name is really difficult to pronounce."

Gavir Loken suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was thousands of feet high in the sky. The world under his feet was full of natural landscapes, which was completely different from the Terra in his impression.

The tree man was beside him, sitting cross-legged, holding a booklet in his hand and reading it happily, with a bright smile on his face: "We have arrived, where do you want to start your mission? Although this is not

It’s included in our transaction conditions, but I’m a nice person and you’re more pleasing to the eye, so just think of it as a small benefit I’m giving you.”

"...Where is this?"

"According to the coordinates and information provided by the mage, this place is called Valoran, also known as Rune Land. It is a world with pretty good magical power, eh, Vastaya people? Ha, not bad."

"We're already there?"

"Of course! Didn't I already say it once?"

Loken felt his mouth dry for no reason: "...But, didn't you say that?"

"That's just a cover." The tree man waved his hand casually, and the booklet in his hand moved up and down with his movements.

"I did do this before, but later I found out that every time I took people across the border, they would peek, so I simply knocked them unconscious and sent them to their destination. This was very safe, and I didn't need to go back to the destination.

The queen of the earth broke up their souls, then cleared away the inappropriate memories that turned them into fools, and then put the souls back together."

The tree man spread his hands: "You know, Astartes, this is very troublesome. I am too lazy to do it. Besides, don't you think this is better? Just think of it as a sleep."

Loken said in a deep voice: "Well, the quality of my sleep this time is really not very good. I feel like I have been falling, endlessly falling."

"It's normal. Don't take this seriously." Shuren smiled playfully. "Back to the topic, then, where do you want to start your mission?"

"Where do you think I should start?" Lorcan asked.

The tree man stopped laughing.

The expression on his face became serious: "Normally, I don't give advice to others. But since you asked, I must answer. Let me think about it..."

His thinking continued for a while, and finally, the tree man said cautiously: "How about starting from Noxus? Judging from the information that the mage gave me, there should be a Primarch and a Prime Minister in this country.

Two Astartes. This should be of some help in your mission."

Loken's pupils shrank sharply.

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I'll add more tomorrow and throw it all away at once.

Why don't we come here once every 20th of every month?