Leziren’s happy life in Marvel

Like a crazy nobleman, Sherlock introduced himself gracefully while bowing slightly to Killian who was standing high above.

However, although Sherlock acted like an elegant noble, the crazy smile on his face and the disdain in his eyes were still clearly captured by Killian.

I don't know if it was because of the relationship between Sherlock and Tony, but looking at Sherlock's extremely mocking eyes, Killian seemed to be back to the time when he had been waiting on the rooftop all night.

In an instant, negative emotions such as shame, anger, fear, etc. suddenly flooded into Killian's brain. It felt like his dignity had been crushed to pieces, thrown to the ground and repeatedly stepped on and rubbed with his feet. It almost made Killian lose his mind.

"kill him!"

Killian gave the order to the men surrounding Sherlock below with almost red eyes!

No matter who the kid in front of him is, Killian will never allow his dignity to be trampled on again like that night!

No, Killian has even made up his mind. He wants to watch the brat in front of him being captured alive by his men, kneeling in front of him, being roasted into charcoal, and then crushed into pieces. powder.

Naturally, Killian's madness cannot be hidden from Sherlock who is standing below, but Sherlock naturally doesn't care. When it comes to madness, no one is more experienced than Sherlock.

It is true that Sherlock was able to keep up with Price's military training within seven years, and his magic level was close to that of Lao Deng and others. He even relied on himself when facing the dark life of 996 before traveling through time. Are you strong-willed?

No, that is the madness of a war nation that lies in the bones of every rabbit!

Although Sherlock usually laughs and laughs like a group of salted fish that most people meet in life, but this group of salted fish, if you really angered this group of salted fish, all of them would shout out. Players who don’t lose if they kill one, but earn money if they kill two.

If you add some genealogy temptations, bloodline awakening and other buffs, the whole world will be afraid of the madness.

So facing Killian's men who were walking towards him with a grin, Sherlock didn't panic at all, and even looked forward to it. With a flick of his wrist, the wand that participated in the Battle of New York appeared in Sherlock's hand. in hand.

With the appearance of the wand, Sherlock's clothes also surged. In less than a breath, Sherlock put on the battle clothes from the Battle of New York, which looked very gentlemanly.

Combined with the lingering black smoke on Sherlock's body and the crazy look on his face, he had an inexplicable and strange deterrent effect.

Although Sherlock's words well proved that what he just said was not a lie, Killian's subordinates were all Killian's die-hard fans after all. Although some people were shocked by Sherlock's change of clothes. , but there are still people who are very confident about the terminal virus in their bodies.

This was the case for the person closest to Sherlock. When Sherlock started to change his clothes, this tall man had a red light unique to the Extremis virus all over his body and punched Sherlock.

The surrounding temperature began to rise rapidly the moment the big man started to use his own desperate virus.

However, none of this seemed to have any impact on Sherlock. Faced with the fist that was wielding extremely high temperatures, Sherlock's response was just to raise a finger.

Facing Sherlock's raised finger, a look of disdain appeared on the face of the big man who was punching him. In his opinion, his Extremis Virus was already a powerful force that could be called a god, even if it was in Revenge Even the most mysterious and powerful wizard cannot resist the heat from the sun!

The fiery red fist hit Sherlock's extended index finger with a temperature that was enough to melt steel.

The moment the two came into contact, the scene that everyone imagined that Sherlock's fingers would break and fly backwards did not happen. Sherlock still stood there with a crazy smile on his face, but the big man who was punching was in contact. In an instant, his face changed drastically, and his whole person was nailed to the spot as if a body-holding spell had been cast on him.

Before anyone could figure out what happened, in the next second, under everyone's gaze, the murderous man turned into cherry blossom petals all over the ground. The breeze blew gently, and the pink petals The petals are flying in all directions and look extremely beautiful.

But such a beautiful scene was as scary as a huge wave in the hearts of those who besieged Sherlock. Almost subconsciously, they distanced themselves from Sherlock while gathering their breaths, and they still stood there with a vigilant gaze. of Sherlock.

"Ah, it's very beautiful, isn't it? But it seems that you don't like this scene, so I won't make it difficult for you. Since you like playing with fire so much, and you like to stage self-immolation and self-destruction at every turn, why don't you let me accompany you? Let’s play with fire!”

As Sherlock's crazy voice fell, blazing fire flew out of Sherlock's wand in an instant, and the faint blue flame enveloped everyone present almost instantly.

Under the surging fire waves, more powerful heat waves hit in all directions, which were different from the Grindelwald gas stove with many restrictions used in the New York battlefield.

This time, Sherlock didn't even put any restrictions on the blue fire of death.

The blue flame seemed to feel the anger deep in Sherlock's heart. It jumped excitedly along with the screams in the flame, and followed Sherlock's will to burn everything he saw.

In just a few breaths, the screams in the flames slowly disappeared without a trace. Apart from the blazing blue flames, the quiet sound of needles could be heard on the entire battlefield.

Under the blue light of the flames, Killian, who was standing high up, had a face as black as the bottom of a pot, staring at the blazing fire below.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

The very abrupt sound of heels hitting the ground sounded, which was extremely abrupt in the battlefield where the needle could already be heard. As the footsteps became louder and louder, Sherlock, who was smiling like crazy, slowly walked out of the faint blue. walked out of the flames.

Under the glare of the flames, Sherlock looked like an evil ghost coming out of hell, which was frightening.

He looked up at Killian, who was standing high up with a livid face. The crazy look on Sherlock's face became more and more intense, and the corner of his mouth opened in a big arc and he said to Killian above.

"Don't even think about escaping. This game has reached a point where you can't stop fighting until you die!"

Sherlock snapped his fingers as he spoke. For a moment, the flames burning behind Sherlock seemed to have received some order. They began to spread rapidly. In less than a breath, a wall of fire enveloped the entire battlefield. Appeared right behind Sherlock.

This time, Killian, who was standing high up, no longer had the confidence he had at the beginning. He gritted his teeth and stared at Sherlock standing below, seemingly thinking about a countermeasure.

Sanity value: 10/100!