Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Racha didn't react at all to his words - it's true, he didn't even change his expression, he still looked calm.

The man who appeared with the silver light was obviously not satisfied with this, and his blurred face became clear. He was extremely handsome, with a divine arrogance. The eyes that looked down at Felicia and Racha were even more...

With a kind of God's compassion for people.

He slowly raised his hand and frowned slightly. The female officer actually felt a little guilty at this moment. Although she quickly got rid of the influence of this emotion, she was still shocked: How could I have such thoughts?

"You should have knelt down the first moment you saw me, mortal. Alas, how many years have passed? How many years have you stupid and worthless creatures forgotten that we exist?"

Racha ignored his soliloquy. He just stepped forward and came to the man in a short while. Seeing this scene, the arrogant man actually showed a smile: "Yes, you are planning to commit suicide to me."

Do you apologize? In that case, I will only kill half of your compatriots."

He took a step back lightly and looked at Racha with expectant eyes: "Come on, it's time to show me your sincerity."

What is Racha’s sincerity?

He took a step forward again, raised his right hand, and the red flames became intense in an instant - and the next second, he punched.

"boom--!"

The violent and huge sound hit Felicia's ears, and she couldn't help but cover her ears. A substantial dragon roar appeared immediately after the sound. This time, it directly reached the bottom of her heart.

.

"Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock."

The man slowly lowered his head and looked at the huge opening in his chest. Silver liquid was constantly pouring out. His face was full of confusion, as if he didn't understand what was happening to him.

He was as innocent as a child. But after just a few seconds, his face quickly turned pale.

Falling to his knees, he screamed: "What is this?! Mortal! What is this?! What does this feel like? What have you done to me?!"

"This is called pain."

Racha pulled off his black robe with a hole in it, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. High temperature rose from his body, blurring the surrounding scene, and the boiling steam blurred his face in an instant.

His calm eyes were still clear.

"You'd better remember." He raised his right fist again.

The man screamed and backed away in an imageless manner, and at the same time kept shouting threats: "I am a member of the protoss. Do you know what a noble status I have?! How dare you hit me! Mortal, you

Dead! You and your race are dead. Do you know who ordered me to come here? The Twilight Stars!"

There was a sense of matter-of-factness in his voice that made Felicia feel ridiculous, as if this man really believed that all mortals should kneel down the moment they saw him.

"I will never forgive you!" He even cried. "The Twilight Stars will beat you for me! You hateful mortal! I will hang you and everyone you know in the sky, and let you

A painful death!"

"Are you done?"

Racha ignored his threat and did not even change his tone: "You made a mistake, Star Spirit. I don't want to hit you, I want to kill you."

He said this sentence extremely seriously. His expression, his posture, and the firm steps he was moving forward all confirmed this. The miserable star spirit suddenly froze - his face was full of doubts:

"...why?"

The Star Spirit asked like a child whose understanding of the world was skewed: "The Twilight Star Spirit has clearly said that you mortals are born to be creatures without any value. You don't even deserve to live. The only meaning of your existence is clearly

To provide us with pleasure, why... why would you say such a thing?"

Racha just looked at him with pity.

"In you, I see the innocence of a child and the cruelty of a monster at the same time. It's hard to imagine who you are and how you could have such a twisted soul."

Racha lowered his head slightly, and the crimson flames appeared on his right fist again.

"...But, this shouldn't be your first time killing someone, right?"

The protoss looked at him blankly, and then trembled with excitement from a roar: "Answer me!"

"Yes, yes! I killed many people!" he said like he was pouring beans out of a bamboo tube. "I was allowed to go down to the lower world once three hundred and fifty years ago. That time, I had a pretty good time here with you. Yes.

Several villages offered up many young humans so that I could let them go."

"So, how did you do it?"

"I killed them all." Xingling said blankly and matter-of-factly. His eyes lit up with a red light, which was very similar to the color of the flames on Racha's fist.

"I killed them all, specifically after accepting their gifts. I felt happy because my sense of humor made the Twilight Stars laugh a few times. I smeared them all over the land,

The name of the Twilight Star is written on it..."

He talked for a long time, so long that it was even scary. But the innocent words he spoke were more chilling than any ghost story the female officer had ever heard. It was not depression in a psychological sense,

Rather, it is an instinctive discomfort caused by seeing ferocious beasts gnawing on the corpses of the same kind...

Felicia felt the urge to vomit well up from deep in her throat. The female officer's facial muscles twitched, and her whole body was shaking as if she was going crazy. She gritted her teeth so hard that she made a rattling sound. Now,

The only reason why she maintained restraint and did not put her sword blade on the beast's neck was Racha.

His back was to the female officer, like a natural barrier that firmly separated her from the Star Spirit. The thick back muscles bulged, and a dragon was behind him, glaring at Felicia.

"So, humans are just toys to you?"

"It's lower than that."

"well......"

Racha let out a dull sigh, took a step forward, and punched. Crisply and neatly, with a crisp sound, the head of the star spirit exploded. A starlight once again crossed the horizon, and he looked up at the dark sky.

No words were spoken for a long time.

"......Grandmaster?"

Felicia approached him cautiously: "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Isn't this what walking monks should do? Punish evil and promote good, eliminate rape and destroy evil." Ratcha turned around calmly and dissipated the arrogance in his hands. "I did what I should do.

Something to do, but not done yet.”

"What?" Felicia didn't understand what he meant.

The monk raised his hand gently and pointed at the dark sky - to be precise, at the stars that had been mercilessly watching this land for millions of years.

"I'm going to beat them all to death." He said extremely seriously.