Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

His hair was gray and he couldn't even straighten his back completely.

Staring at the person in the mirror, Swain shook his head expressionlessly. I'm afraid he wouldn't have recognized himself two years ago when he saw himself today - the power of time is so cruel, it stands in an invisible and touchless place.

He has no place to touch, but he rules everyone's life fairly.

Time will always pass, and no one can escape. Even if you are immortal, it will leave some kind of mark on you. Not to mention Swain, who is a mortal.

The affairs of Noxus were completely burdened on him, and the consequences were devastating to a mortal's body and mind. He had tempered his will with steel, so he survived to this day.

Swain didn't know how long he could hold on, he just hoped to hold on for as long as possible.

At least he had to hold on until Noxus completed all the combat matters against Piltover, so that he could rest assured and close his eyes.

Walking out of their room, the two guards respectfully lowered their heads wearing new military caps. In just two years, the domestic environment in Noxus has undergone tremendous changes. This change can be seen in the uniforms of the soldiers.

Get a glimpse.

Generally speaking, it is impossible for a country like Noxus, which two years ago was still using cold weapons and cavalry charges, and infantry warfare as its main means of attack, to abandon armor.

In the era of cold weapons, the side with stronger armor can always have a huge advantage. However, in the face of firearms that can fire continuously, this is a different matter.

"Why hasn't today's morning newspaper been delivered?" Swain, of course, was not going out for a walk. He frowned and asked the two guards.

They looked at each other, and the taller one explained: "The people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs haven't come here yet. It seems that they were delayed due to some things."

The leader of Noxus snorted coldly: "It was delayed three times in one week. Such efficiency is simply outrageous. If they didn't have a suitable reason every time..."

He didn't say anything more. His two short words sent chills all over the two guards. They stood aside in silence, not daring to express their anger.

Just as the atmosphere became increasingly tense, Swain suddenly sighed.

"That's alright." His tone became softer. "Ask the people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs to save the morning paper until the evening and send it together with the evening paper. I will deal with it together."

"Are you going on a trip?"

"I have this plan." Swain nodded and waved to the tall guard. "You, follow me."

"As you command!"

Swain's long-term residence has been changed from the previous villa in the palace to a single-family cabin located in the north of the Immortal Fortress. It is quiet in most cases and can be regarded as one of the few privileges he requested.

There is no other way. To deal with government affairs, a quiet environment is required. If possible, he would even want to go underground to deal with these things.

As for why he wanted to move out, there were many reasons, the most important one being that his previous residence blocked the road.

Most of the outer walls of the Noxian Palace were demolished. They did not comply with the new building plan of the Immortal Fortress and therefore had to be demolished. Swain's former residence was also included. He did not hesitate, after learning the news

I moved out in the second hour without even any hesitation.

Leading by example is always the best and wisest way for a leader to execute orders.

The Immortal Fortress is now a quieter city. After that disaster, it lost something forever. Of course, some new spirits also took root in the city. Noxians have always been known for their eternity.

Not giving up being famous all over the world, now they are even more terrifying.

It only took half a year to defeat Piltover, which had a lot of cutting-edge technology, until it had to sue for peace. This is one of the evidences. Nowadays, everyone in the world is in danger, and everyone is afraid that they will become Nok.

Sasse's next target.

What they don't know is that Noxus's combat plan is also divided into people. Small countries that are too remote are not included in the attack. What's even more ridiculous is that Swain heard that Freljord also has some

People are worried about this.

That night, he smiled happily for the first time in a long time.

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Unlike Swain, Thane's current situation is far from pleasant - to be honest, fighting Mrs. Piltover has nothing to do with the word 'pleasant'.

This group of people has an endless stream of weird weapons, coupled with Piltover's special terrain... Although they don't want to admit it, Noxus did suffer a bit here. However, the balance of victory is undoubtedly still

It is leaning towards them, there is no doubt about it.

"Death! You invaders!"

The tall war mecha was urged by the pilot to attack Darius. The current Hand of Noxus stood there with a gloomy expression, with no intention of dodging. His superhuman reaction speed made him in danger.

When he arrived, he made a wonderful move.

The two-legged mecha took the lead and struck the first blow with great force. The metal iron fist carried the pilot's undisguised hatred, but Darius moved slightly to the left at the most critical moment.

The Iron Fist failed - the hand of Noxus showed a cruel smile, and the deadly sharpness of the black cutter suddenly emerged at this moment. The cold light flashed, and the mecha's hand stayed in place forever. The pilot still thought

Resistance, but his poor decision-making will inevitably pay the price.

War is not a child's play.

It is not art in the eyes of some people, nor is it a sandbox deduction game in the eyes of some people. For Darius, it is more like a choice that has to be made.

He paralyzed the mecha in three strokes and dragged the pilot out of the mecha's cockpit. These Piltover veterans had developed this kind of thing in half a year, and the potential was simply terrifying. It's a pity.

They were also stubborn as hell and refused to listen to Noxus' advice.

Shaking his head slightly, the driver's struggle brought Darius back to his senses.

He frowned, and said in an unhappy tone next to the ruins and the collapsed mecha: "Be quiet, Mrs. Piltover."

"I'm a fucking Zaun!" The pilot became furious. "Take your fucking words back to me, do you hear me? Otherwise, I will let your mother's ashes—"

Darius shook his head after making the foul-mouthed guy faint smoothly.

Courage is admirable, but too stupid...so stupid that he didn't even realize that Dreusborn had countless opportunities to kill him, but he just didn't do it.

"Well done, Brother Darius."

A voice sounded not far away from him, and Cybrus, wearing pure black power armor, walked over with a blood-stained chainsword. This Astartes suddenly appeared in the Immortal Fortress more than a year ago, except for

Except for a few people, no one knows his true identity.

Darius is one of them, so he maintains the highest degree of respect for Cybulus.

"This level is not worthy of your praise." Darius replied. "Why don't you save the praise until we capture the tower of Piltover?"

"Too modest, Hand of Noxus."

Cybrus smiled: "Compared with your fighting skills, I actually admire your character more, Brother Darius. Only a few people understand the necessity of staying rational in battle, and I am glad to find that you are one of them.

"

His words made Darius shake his head.

"It's not that I didn't kill the pilot out of consideration for the overall situation, but I simply thought it was unnecessary." Darius replied seriously. "Don't you think it is a sacrilege to waste their lives here?

?”

He clenched his fists, and the clash of armor made a clanging sound, like a marching drum.

"There is a galaxy high in the sky that desperately needs our strength. Every human life is crucial in this situation. General Thane's order is undoubtedly correct. I am very curious about these Piltovers.

When will the husband or the Zaans discover that we are deliberately trying to keep them alive as much as possible."

Cybrus sighed helplessly - yes, this is one of the reasons why Noxus was stumbled by Piltover.

Not killing people is a fantasy in war. You can cause countless casualties with a wave of your arms, but now, someone is asking you to tie your own hands and feet.

The most critical point is that Sebrus knows that Thane is right. Using his brain that belongs to Gavier Loken to think, and calculating the gains and losses based on the experience he gained from the time he spent in the cold galaxy, Loken

Ken knew in his heart that Thain was right.

——And he has to be right, if he doesn't, Lorcan will give similar advice.

He did not believe that the Emperor sent him here to assist a primarch in killing the indigenous humans on his homeland. Furthermore, Piltover's technology also allowed him to see something different.

.

In half a year, they have already built things including war mechas. What if they are given another half year?

"Let's not talk about this, brother." Loken said in a tone that belonged to Cybrus. "It seems that the battle between Kronos brothers is not over yet."

He raised his hand and pointed at the black smoke floating on the horizon in the distance, his expression becoming much more serious.

This power armor can help him feel many things that cannot be seen with the naked eye. Just now, an indescribable feeling rushed through his body, and the power armor actually started to warn him.

He has been here for a year and a half, and he has never received a warning from the power armor, even when facing Mrs. Piltover's electromagnetic bombardment head-on.

This discovery made Loken feel uncomfortable - you need to know that war is playing with fire, and binding oneself like this is more dangerous than being thrown from the top of a mountain.

Darius raised his head, and his expression became gloomy again - the ground vibrated at the right time. There was no doubt that in order to deal with Cronus, Mrs. Piltover probably used some kind of method that they themselves didn't know much about.

s things.

The two of them immediately ran away.

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