Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

That explosion was a warning.

Geralt thought so, but he didn't know who he was warning. Maybe he was warning the undead here, those who still have their own consciousness, such as that woman. She wanted to remind herself of something,

But it was blown to pieces by 'him'.

This thing started to get weirder and weirder, and Geralt had to admit that he was beginning to regret it. He just wanted to take an ordinary job, but this place was as evil as a water ghost playing an accordion. The witcher looked back

At first glance, there was still a wall behind him. He had no choice but to move forward.

After bypassing the chandelier, the witcher continued to move forward. He no longer knew how long it had been since he came in. Here, time seemed to have lost its meaning. The scenery on both sides remained unchanged. It was always dark red wallpaper, and every other

There was a picture frame hanging there a few meters away, and the chandelier hanging from the ceiling was intact. Geralt looked back, and the broken lamp now looked as small as a sparrow.

As he walked, the sounds of the banquet became clearer and reached his ears. He could even hear the sounds of people talking to each other and a cheerful song. Only this time, it was no longer coming from downstairs.

It's coming, but straight ahead.

He also walked to the end of this never-ending corridor. What appeared in front of Geralt was a dark red wooden door with no carvings. It was very ordinary. It was so ordinary that it shouldn't even appear in such a manor.

Geralt didn't hesitate, he opened the door and walked in.

What came into view was an empty banquet hall, with no one in it. But the food on the table was still steaming, every wine glass was full, and the deep red wine liquid was swaying in it. Demon Hunting

The heavy footsteps of people echoed in the empty banquet hall. After he opened the door, he heard no sound.

"Welcome! Welcome!" A man's voice sounded out of thin air. He appeared on the high platform of the banquet hall, wearing an elegant dark blue robe, although it could no longer cover his belly. The man said with a warm smile:

"Please welcome our guests!"

After his words fell, the originally empty banquet hall was filled with guests. They were sitting at the table. It was unclear whether they were men or women. They were all wearing black robes and half-covering masks on their faces, only revealing their faces.

Those eyes.

Greed and malice were undisguised in it, and they began to applaud, which was monotonous and repetitive, which was annoying. The man closest to him stood up and handed him a glass of red wine. The lips under the mask curled up into a smile, revealing his yellow

The crooked teeth, the bright red tongue twisting in it, made a voice full of malice: "Drink it...join us!"

The witcher looked at him as if he were an idiot. His body was covered in blood, all traces of the explosion left by the woman before. But it did not cover the red light that flickered on and off in the leather armor. Geralt slapped the red wine away.

It hit the ground, and the scarlet liquid, who was not sure if it was wine, dyed the black carpet red.

The smile on the man's face froze, and stayed at that moment forever. Geralt inserted the silver sword into his throat, twisted it hard, and splashed black blood all over the table of guests behind the man.

Face. The demon hunter took a deep breath and showed a cruel smile: "You should have killed me from the beginning."

Someone roared, and the men and women in black rushed towards him. Thanks to the mutation, Geralt's excellent dynamic vision allowed him to see every detail on their faces. They were all different, but

They were all equally ugly. Geralt drew out his sword, and a surge of power surged into his heart as he moved, turning into the purest desire to exercise violence - he swung his sword and slashed horizontally, and the huge and exaggerated power caused the silver sword to move in an instant.

He cut off the five people closest to him, and their bodies were chopped in half in the air.

Black blood sprinkled all over the demon hunter. He was surprised to feel that his fatigue had completely disappeared, and he even felt better than ever before. He lowered his head and glanced at the leather armor. The pattern no longer flickered, and the blazing red light illuminated it.

On his face, the witcher smiled and shook his head, whispering softly amid their roars: "You really gave me a treasure."

The killing begins.

It was not a feast, as they imagined, but a one-sided massacre. The once invincible spiritual attack was of no use to the demon hunter, and the weird leather armor on his body blocked all effects. Just like

A thick wall blocked all their hands that tried to reach into the witcher's head.

He whispered in the darkness: "No, it shouldn't be like this..."

But that's what happened.

Geralt waved his sword, causing death. It was not difficult for him to send these things that might have died once before to die again. The increase that the leather armor brought to him was unimaginable.

After the black blood, it seemed to come alive, and the demon hunter could even vaguely hear the roar of a dragon while waving the sword.

With a smile on his face that he didn't realize he had, he chopped off the head of the woman closest to him with a sword. While her head was still flying freely in the air, Geralt had already arrived with unimaginable agility.

On the other side, it was like a hurricane, sweeping through the entire banquet hall. There was only blood and death wherever he went, and no one could block his swing.

Their special abilities were of no use to the witcher, and their bodies were too fragile to withstand the attack of the silver sword. Neither party realized that the outcome was doomed from the moment Geralt entered the banquet hall.

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The witcher pulled out the sword blade, and the silver sword was covered with black blood. The man fell softly to the ground, like a puddle of boneless mud. Geralt didn't even look at him, and crushed his head with his foot.

He walked straight towards the man in blue on the high platform - he no longer cared about the truth of the matter. He had just killed someone and was so happy that he just wanted to do it again.

The man in blue had no intention of running away. He just stood there, watching his companions being killed and injured, with the warm smile on his face never changing.

Geralt stepped forward. He was about to swing his silver sword to kill this guy, but he saw his eyes.

The man in blue was obviously smiling, but his eyes were crying. This contradictory scene made the witcher temporarily stop his movements, and he kicked the man in blue to the ground. Geralt thought that this would make him

He no longer smiled, but he didn't expect that after he fell to the ground, he still had that warm smile on his face, kind and warm, motionless.

Just ignore the tears in his eyes.

The demon hunter sighed, and the killing desire in his heart gradually subsided.