Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Okay! The preparations are almost done." The mage snapped his fingers, and a long table flew over at the other end of the hall. He took out the heart and a bunch of test equipment as before, and said to Jero

Te explained: "Although I don't know the properties of those materials, all mutation transformation rituals seem to me the same - nothing more than destruction and repair."

Geralt crossed his arms and watched him busy. The witcher suddenly had a premonition in his heart that he would witness a miracle - but he didn't know whether it was good or bad.

He Shenyan patted the huge heart on the table. It was even dripping with blood. The blood dripped on the wooden table and made a hissing sound. He took out a huge heart from the experimental equipment on the side.

, a basin big enough to accommodate this giant heart, and put the heart in. Then poured the golden liquid on top, and the heart beat, without any abnormality - until he added the bottle of shadow essence.

A thunderous sound exploded in the hall. The color of the heart was gradually changing from deep red, to golden for a while, to black for a while. Magic power floated in the hands of the mage, controlling this dangerous mutation. He watched with extreme concentration.

My heart even had fine drops of sweat on my forehead. The beating sound of the heart was getting louder and louder. It was clear that there were no blood vessels to circulate blood to it, but the sound was getting louder and louder as it continued to beat.

His heart was still changing between gold and black, and He Shenyan suddenly shouted: "Geralt! Add yam!"

The demon hunter hurriedly picked up the yam, peeled off its roots, and threw it into the pot. As soon as its green roots entered, they were crushed into powder by the black magic in the hands of the mage, turning into a fine black powder.

Covering the heart, He Shenyan carefully controlled the powder and carved twelve strengthening spells on the heart. He looked at Geralt again. This time, Geralt did not need him to say anything.

Picking up the plantain and datura root, the witcher asked: "Which one do you want?"

He Shenyan's voice was almost roaring: "Everyone!"

Geralt did as he was told.

As the two materials entered, he clenched his hands and dug his nails into his palms, bleeding out drops of blood, which were evaporated by the magic power in the next second. He Shenyan controlled the two materials to carve them in the same way.

Above the heart, after a burst of light, the heartbeat suddenly stopped. Its color no longer changed, it was still dark red.

Geralt couldn't understand those twisted spells at all. He only knew that the pendant on his chest was almost broken. Geralt pulled off the pendant and threw it hard to the other side of the hall, at least keeping it away from here.

A little - a little will do.

"Huh..." He Shenyan breathed out tiredly. He hadn't done such dangerous work for a long time and required constant concentration, but the sense of accomplishment after success was unparalleled. There was a hint of laughter on his face.

Smiling, he said: "Please, Geralt. Help me find a bottle labeled Blood of the Red Dragon in the second row of the box, okay?"

While the witcher was looking for the bottle, he used magic power to lift the horse onto another long table, and fixed it tightly with a black magic strap. He took out a syringe from the pile of equipment and took it from Geralt.

The bottle of red dragon's blood was handed over, injected into it, and then a needle was inserted into his butt - he laughed loudly, and as Geralt's horse woke up and screamed in pain, with a move of his left hand, the heart

It floated over. It exuded strong magic fluctuations, even so strong that you could see golden and black radiance alternately emitting on it with the naked eye. He Shenyan patted the horse's head and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, what happens next

It hurts a bit, why don’t you sleep a little longer?”

Then the horse fell asleep.

He Shenyan turned his head and said to Geralt: "You may need to stand farther away... The shirt you just changed probably doesn't want to be stained with blood anymore."

Geralt immediately retreated to a heavy pillar.

He Shenyan closed his eyes. He took three deep breaths and then opened his eyes. He had completely calmed down. His magic power was squandered as if it was free of money. Fifteen low-level strengthening spells were thrown on the horse.

On the horse, its body became extremely huge in a burst of crackling sounds, almost catching up with the pterodactyl that Geralt killed that morning. The table was also crushed by it, but the magic straps were still there

It's bound to it.

The mage stepped forward, his right hand turned into a palm, covered with a thin layer of black magic power, and between the high-speed vibrations, he made a sound that made Geralt feel a little palpitated - that kind of buzzing sound made him

There is no doubt that this layer of magic blade can cut through his pterodactyl leather armor in an instant. The mage held up this sharp blade and cut open the horse's chest. A large amount of blood gushes out, and its life is obviously losing rapidly.

But it still didn't wake up from its sleep.

He Shenyan patiently watched all its blood flow out until the entire ground was covered with blood before he started to take action. He first held down the needle and pushed, and the dragon's blood was injected into the dying body of the horse.

It brought a trace of vitality. Then, the horse's original blood began to boil, changing itself on the ground, forming a circle, surrounding the mage and the horse.

He Shenyan waved his hand, and the huge heart now just fit into the horse's body. He did not choose to replace it, but directly put it in. As soon as the heart entered, it turned into a stream of light and disappeared, and the horse

The cut-open chest instantly recovered, a huge amount of magic power began to flow in its body, and the black straps began to crumble little by little. Amid a burst of neighing, it opened its eyes and stood up.

Two streams of hot air spurted out from its nose, and two scarlet lights lit up in its eyes, but it still stood calmly in place without any excessive movements. The mage stroked its head and whispered

: "Get smaller... okay? Man, you're a little too big now."

It seemed to understand what the mage was saying, and it returned to its previous size, standing quietly in the hall.

Geralt was still expressionless at this time, or in other words, he was so shocked that he forgot what expression to make. The witcher came over tremblingly, touched his horse, and felt that the flow of magic was completely different from before.

With his strong muscles, a bright smile suddenly bloomed on his face - combined with his actions at this time, it is difficult not to make people suspect that he is a pervert.

He Shenyan turned his head and shouted to the corridor at the other end of the hall: "You can come out now, Mr. Vesemir, how do you feel?"

The old man walked out of the shadows. He looked at the horse with the same expressionless expression, but with an abnormal flush on his face.