Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Of course he bleeds - why not?

Vladimir sensed this idea, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his pale face. Mortals will never understand that all the power obtained out of thin air has already been secretly marked with a price. These idiots really think they control blood

Does the magic and the ability to become stronger by cannibalism come from God?

No! God is my God, only I can become stronger through sacrifice...

He smiled and waved his fingers, and part of the blood from his mustache rose up from the vast river of blood following his thoughts and came to him. Vladimir stretched out his hand, and the blood gathered into a small ball on his hand.

A small round bead. He held it tightly and then crushed it into pieces. The clear scarlet fragments stuck into his palm and were absorbed by him.

Vladimir closed his eyes and said to himself: "So that's it, the Noxians are already so close?"

After he opened his eyes, he smiled even more excitedly. Every muscle on his face was trembling, and his crazy appearance was not similar to that of a human being. The blood river took him and continued to walk towards the other end of the plain.

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Across the world, again.

Jumping out of the blue light, He Shenyan took a deep breath. The gorgeous scene of the endless sea of ​​stars still remained in his eyes. Those fascinating scenes once made many cross-border mages addicted to it, and they were even willing to spend thousands of dollars.

Doing nothing for a thousand years, constantly crossing borders, just to watch the endless sea of ​​stars.

If they didn't get lost if they wandered there for a long time, they would probably be willing to stay there forever.

But He Shenyan couldn't do it, he had to stay calm - he still had something to do, and it was far from done.

Closing his eyes, the tentacles of mental power expanded to the entire Runeterra in an instant. He took in a panoramic view of scenes all over the world, including Racha who had just arrived at the Immortal Fortress, and Thain who was fighting a pale man.

He opened his eyes, and the first ray of sunlight in the early morning shone on him. The black-robed mage silently raised a hand, and a flashing portal instantly appeared in front of him. But he did not take a step away.

Yes, the reason is simple.

This door is not for him.

He Shenyan clenched his right hand into a fist and then reached into it. He pulled a pale man out and threw him to the ground.

"...What?" He uttered a word in confusion, but before he could stand up from the ground, he was punched in the face again.

He covered his right face in disbelief, and the fingers of his left hand danced wildly. For a moment, he sat on his knees as if he had lost the ability to speak, and kept whimpering from his throat.

He Shenyan just watched with cold eyes. It wasn't until a hint of collapse flashed across the man's face that he finally had a smile on his face.

"How does it feel?" he asked.

The man didn't answer, and there was no emotion in his eyes that had already turned scarlet.

"I could have killed you directly, or even crushed your soul to pieces from half a continent away. Let you die worthless, but I don't want to do that. Come on, Vladimir."

He Shenyan gently stretched out his right hand towards him, pulled him up from the ground, and then knocked him to the ground hard again.

This time, he used more force - the mage is not the kind of researcher who doesn't exercise at all. In fact, with the increase of the fixed magic circle on his body, his physical quality has already reached a very terrifying level. Even

Able to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Primarch.

This punch directly hit Vladimir's head into the ground and was buried deep in the soil. He still had no reaction and collapsed on the ground as if he was dead.

"I can hit you, kill you, let you go or eat you - according to your theory that the strong conquers all and power is eternal, I can do any of the above things to you.

"

He Shenyan squatted down and began to wait patiently. Waiting for Vladimir to pull his head out of the soil. He said gently: "How do you feel now?"

Vladimir finally gave him a little response.

The scarlet faded from his eyes, and the last remnant of blood magic was ruthlessly taken away from his body by the black-robed mage. Feeling its departure, Vladimir's lips trembled and he shook his head.

Just now, he was still a god who could control countless lives and deaths according to his own will, but now, he was beaten into the mud.

And the way that person looked directly at him stung him even more, reminding him of those Ascended Ones. And this person was even more ruthless, there was nothing in his eyes, Vladimir was in his eyes

It seems that it doesn't exist at all and is of no importance.

"You feel uncomfortable?" He Shenyan laughed. "Actually, I feel more uncomfortable with what you did. From this point of view, I have more rights than you to feel unhappy."

His smile gradually faded, and he said in a soft voice: "Occupy the mountain and become the king. Use mental control to make the entire country believe in the god you fabricated. Treat the common people as lambs, and the nobles with some talents will be harbingers of yours."

As a blood knight, you led the crowd to cannibalize...you even created a human flesh market in Duinmans."

"Do you really know what you are doing?" He Shenyan's eyes were full of curiosity. Out of the mage's curiosity, he really wanted to know what the person in front of him had gone through to be so crazy as to make such assumptions.

Create a god that does not exist at all, and even make it a phenomenon of "dip".

"I know." Vladimir replied inarticulately. He spat out several broken teeth and blood was constantly flowing from his mouth. "But you can't kill me."

He said very firmly: "You can't kill me, human being. I have transcended. I am no longer a human being, and I no longer have all the weaknesses of this fragile flesh and blood life. I have no feelings, no smell, no taste, no pain. So.

I have no weaknesses. You can take away my blood magic and even destroy my body, but you cannot destroy my soul."

His face gradually lit up with a light of faith - the sign of a fanatical believer.

"My God bless me..." He murmured to himself, his smile blooming and gradually twisting into something that could not be looked at directly.

He Shenyan slowly stood up.

"That's it." He nodded calmly. "Fictional things have invaded your brain..."

The black-robed mage slowly raised his head. The soft sunlight in the early morning gradually changed its color and was dyed scarlet. Vladimir's increasingly crazy voice sounded in his ears: "You, did you see it?"

He crawled on the ground on his hands and knees: "O God! My God! He is coming!"

"god?"

He Shenyan smiled but said nothing.

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