Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

In the same room, Kronos was describing with a bitter look on his face.

"As you can see, Brother Sebrus, the situation in Noxus is very bad now. We have to place soldiers who are suffering from strange diseases in separate isolation areas to ensure that no civilians are infected."

Loken frowned, he was now very sensitive to the word 'disease' - not long ago, the thick carpet of bacteria that spread on Terra was still vivid in his mind.

So, he asked cautiously: "Is it highly contagious?"

"Hard to say."

Kronos was sitting on a special iron chair, staring out the window at the dim night. At this time, the genius had just begun to shine.

"It's not just a matter of contagion, but more importantly, symptoms. All patients will gradually lose their minds within two days after the symptoms are confirmed. Generally speaking, within a week, they will become completely insane lunatics. They only know how to tear apart.

Biting and fighting those who are not like them."

As he spoke, Loken's face became serious. In a world with backward medical conditions, once such a terrible infectious disease breaks out, the impact on the local indigenous humans will be almost devastating.

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"Do you have any countermeasures?"

Kronos raised his right hand slightly, signaling Swain who was sitting not far away to speak. The Noxian commander glanced at the unsmiling warrior leaning against the door, and said softly: "There is a man from Suji Zen Monastery.

The monks are heading to the Immortal Fortress. They set out from Horez and should be able to arrive at dawn."

"Zen Yuan? You invited a monk?" Loken asked in disbelief. "This is an infectious disease! It must be prevented and treated with scientific methods. Why did you invite a monk to come? Do you expect them to chant sutras?!"

"Calm down, Brother Sebrus."

Kronos looked at him calmly, his expression still calm: "This is not the backward world you imagined. In fact, there are many powers beyond our imagination. The reversion that Commander Swain just mentioned

Zen Yuan is one of them."

Loken's expression said 'I'm interested'.

"It is an ancient temple, located in a snow-capped mountain in Ionia in the Far East. It is quite mysterious to the locals, and we know very little about it. But according to legend...

Jichanyuan is guarded by divine dragons, and their monks are different from ordinary monks."

Swain explained for him: "Most of the monks in Suji Zen Monastery are 'walking monks'. Such monks do not eat, fast, chant and practice Buddhism in the temple. Instead, they choose to go down the mountain to punish evil and eradicate evil, promote good and bring peace to the people."

, they will measure all Ionia with their own feet."

"Sounds pretty good." Loken rarely gave a relatively high evaluation - the word "not bad" in his mouth can be regarded as the highest level.

"It's not just as simple as being good, this is Mr. Sebrus. Walking monks usually possess very powerful power."

"Really? How strong is it?"

"no one knows."

Loken smiled noncommittally and stopped asking. Instead, he turned to talk to Kronos about more information about the strange infectious disease. Only then did Siwei turn his head and look out the window, and the fish-belly-white sky suddenly made him realize

I realized - ah, it turns out I didn't sleep all night...

At this time, he thought of the golden sun that had risen from the room before, and his mental fatigue also subsided. His back seemed to be straighter, and Swain showed a rare smile.

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The walking monks they refer to as "possessing great power" actually seem to be completely incompatible with this adjective.

Ratcha was dozing sleepily against the inside of the carriage. The half-breed horses galloped all night without rest. Their fatigue seemed to be transmitted to him, which made the monk open his eyes with some discomfort.

"What's the matter? Master Racha?" the female officer, who looked in high spirits after not sleeping all night, immediately noticed his expression and asked.

"The horses seem tired."

"Of course they are tired." Felicia replied. "But that's not important."

Racha turned to look at her: "Aren't they life?"

"Yes."

"Then why don't their lives matter?"

"Master Ratcha, I have no intention of starting a debate with you."

Felicia lowered her eyes and answered with a kind of transcendent rationality instead of her thinking.

"In this little convoy, only your life matters. Because you can do something for Noxus that we cannot. We would give up anything to get you to the Immortal Citadel."

"Your idea is really... terrible. I cannot accept it."

Racha said in shock. His eyes were so wide that deep wrinkles appeared on his forehead. That was not what a young man of his age should look like. The female officer felt lighter for no reason.

The hand that had been resting on the hilt of the sword since getting into the car was also released.

She said softly: "Master Racha, I once heard a businessman say an ancient saying from Ionia, but I don't know if he is lying to me. Can you help me clarify it?"

"Of course, as long as I know." Racha nodded without thinking.

The female officer could not say anything because a loud noise broke the tranquility of the night. The sound broke the tranquility inside the carriage like a sharp sword. After the loud noise, the carriage slowly stopped.

"What's going on?!" Felicia shouted sharply, and when she got no response, she kicked open the door of the carriage.

The sight she saw made her pupils shrink sharply - there were five soldiers in the team, three were responsible for driving in turns, and two were on guard at the rear. Now, the two soldiers were lying on the ground not knowing whether they were alive or dead. It was even more disturbing.

What made her feel uneasy was that there was a vague chuckle coming from the front part of the carriage where the horses were.

"who is it?!"

With a bang, she pulled out her sword and winked at Racha, gesturing for him to follow her. But the tall monk had no intention of obeying her order.

His face was still the same as when he first left the village, with the childishness of a young man. But the subtle parts of his eyebrows had an unforgettable determination. He walked out of the carriage and stepped softly on the grass, red.

The arrogance emerged from the hands that hung naturally.

"Pretending to be a ghost." He said seriously. "I despise people like you the most, even worse than those assassins. At least they dare to face me and brandish daggers."

A ray of starlight quietly crossed the horizon, and with a flash of silver light, a man whose face could not be seen clearly, but who still gave people a sense of arrogance, stood opposite Racha.

"You are wrong. I am not a mortal."

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There is one more update, I’m late, I’m very sorry. The last three days have been crazy, and I’m almost numb. There will be no banquet tomorrow, so I’ll make up for it with the fourth update.