Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"Please come with me."

Javier Loken watched the illusory dark blue figure in front of him with cautious eyes. It appears to have no gender at all, just a humanoid shell. At this time, it was carrying Loken through the second deck of the Vengeance.

"With all due respect—" Loken struggled to find a suitable title in his vocabulary. "—Hey, where are we going?"

"You can call me the center of the circle. I am the main control core of this ship. In your words, I should be called a machine soul."

The center of the circle calmly informed him that he had information about his identity, and the disregard for himself contained in his voice made Loken frown a little.

"There's no need to think of me as a human being or an object of respect, you just have to make demands of me, and I'll do my best to meet them. Given your mission, I want you to be mentally prepared."

"I have already prepared." Loken replied in a deep voice. "But what I don't understand is, where are we going? I should just start the mission."

The center of the circle stopped and turned around abruptly. Loken stopped immediately, but he couldn't help but bump into it—no collision as he imagined, but straight through the illusory body. The center of the magic circle stood a little farther in the lake and began to explain it to him.

"We're going to the casting room."

"I already have a set of power armor." Loken patted his breastplate. "And without any damage, at most I need some refills of ammo."

"Do not."

There is an unquestionable attitude in the mechanical voice of the center of the magic circle: "According to the calculation, if you carry out the task according to the current state, you have a 75% probability of dying during the task. The probability is too high, according to the captain's The underlying thinking logic I set, I can't accept this danger, you need to upgrade."

Loken sighed, this kind of toughness reminded him of those technical sergeants when he was still in the Legion. Each of them is stubborn, and before the start of the mission, they often check the power armor and weapons of the combat brothers who are about to attack the enemy over and over again. Like ghosts and gods, he let go of his stubbornness.

"It seems that you agree." The center of the magic circle nodded, and the illusory face without facial features floated for a while. "Please follow me, the casting room is not far away."

They walked for about ten minutes, and the silver corridor complemented the sea of ​​stars outside the porthole, which did not make Loken feel any visual fatigue.

They stopped in front of a black door, and the door opened smoothly as the center of the circle walked in. The coldness inside was blowing, and the low temperature even made Loken feel a little uncomfortable.

And what he saw - Loken had to admit, it was quite different from the casting room he had in mind.

Dark blue waves surged in the room, like waves. It looked like water, but they didn't mean to overflow the room. In the center of this wave, there is a small blue crystal, and the cold is the source of it.

"What is this?" Loken turned his head and asked the center of the circle standing aside. "It doesn't seem to have anything to do with casting."

"The Vengeance is a ship powered by magic. No matter how advanced or similar to technology it looks, it is still in the realm of magic." The voice of the center of the magic circle was calm. "You just have to walk in and see what it means."

magic.

Loken chewed on these two words. As early as the Great Crusade, he had destroyed countless so-called mages and wizards. No empathy. The single-minded pursuit of knowledge or immortality can even lead to cannibalism.

In contrast, there are religious lunatics who believe in false gods. They are all raccoon dogs.

—However, it seems that driving this ship is completely different from the magic that he had in mind.

Without hesitation, Loken strode into it.

The dark blue waves surged in and were reflected in his gray boy hole. For an instant, Loken's iris almost stinged. At the same time, his forward pace also felt heavy resistance.

But this did not prevent him from exerting his own strength, and Loken walked in abruptly against the dark blue waves. The voice of the center of the magic circle sounded behind him: "Hold the core, and the upgrade will start automatically. Be sure to stay calm."

Loken walked in silently, counting his steps silently. Step five, step twelfth, step 30—the sound of his heavy footsteps echoed in the equipment casting room, like a foreshadowing of something to come.

And Loken also realized that things would not be so simple.

Sure enough, after the fiftieth step, the resistance increased sharply. If he used to move under restraint, now he is wearing an iron suit that makes it difficult to move. Loken gritted his teeth and continued to walk inward step by step. The strange resistance began to increase, and according to his estimation, he was still seventeen steps away from his goal.

These seventeen steps are as difficult as climbing to the sky.

At the fifty-fourth step, bloodshots began to ooze out of his mouth, nose, and ears, and the things in his field of vision began to appear like a lake.

At the sixtieth step, he walked so hard that he could barely feel his limbs. The temperature control function of the power armor seemed to be broken, and the cold that penetrated into the bones made his teeth chatter.

At the sixty-fourth step, there were still three steps to go, but Loken was already kneeling on the ground. The blood gathered into a small river, gurgling out from the seven orifices, creating a reflective blood imprint on his armor, like a footnote of some kind of disaster.

Three steps.

There are three more steps.

His ridges echoed overwhelmed, but Loken ignored it. Shadow Moon Canglang's face is now ferocious and terrifying, there are no other thoughts in his mind, only a simple word echoes.

stand up.

stand up......

stand up!

Muscles tensed, bones rattled, internal organs shifted. Loken slowly stood up from the ground. The last three steps took him ten minutes. By the time his hand touched the blue crystal, his eyelashes and mouth and nose were covered with ice crystals.

"You succeeded." The voice of the center of the magic circle clearly entered his drowsy brain. "Hold."

He did as he was told.

The blue crystal began to emit stronger and stronger cold and light, and Loken's closed right palm emitted a strong light, as if he was holding a blue sun. In the light, he lost consciousness.

"Upgrade begins."

Seeing him fall to the ground, the center of the array turned around without emotion. The door to the equipment foundry closed at its will. The cold inside is quickly receding, Loken's power armor will be disassembled after 30 seconds, and every part will be completely upgraded.

According to calculations, the center of the circle knows that he will wake up in three hours, and by then, he will be competent for this task.

"Do you like disturbing people's dreams?"

He Shenyan opened his eyes helplessly, and he was in a brand new world. Overhead was a calm night sky, and the Emperor was not far from him, and beneath the cliffs that stretched out at their feet was a peaceful village.

"Just some things I need to talk to you about."

The Emperor smiled and spread his hands: "I think it's better for you to know about this matter."

"What's up?"

"The recruiting world you found." The Emperor raised his head and stared at the calm night sky, his eyes twinkling with gold. "Humanity is in a bitter battle..."

He Shenyan frowned, and his mind changed. Rune Continent is in danger, he is clear. But the human power in that world is not weak at all, not to mention the two ascenders, Nasus and Aatrox, and the rune mage who is rumored to be running around the world. The sheer power of Ionia alone is enough to make one drink.

Not to mention the steadily growing Noxus, a Primarch, a three-hundred-year-old soldier, and Darius, who was not long after the transformation...and Ash and Gwendelyn, and That seemingly weak fire girl.

Hard fight?

Is it the undead in the Shadow Isles, or is the void making a comeback? No, it shouldn't. I've destroyed the foundations on which they can eat Runeterra, and the erosion has been reduced. The remaining void power is not enough to pose a threat to these people. Or is it the **** below Bilgewater? Or, Protoss?

Killing intent began to gather in his heart, and the mage has always been a person who protects his shortcomings. Mage Tower, Feng, Caution, Caution. Udyr...and Gwendrin.

"What happened?" he asked quietly.

"Across the endless sea of ​​stars, I don't know what happened. But the content of Kronos' prayer to me has changed from the usual prayer to the hope that I will give him the strength and courage to save those innocent people. His The voice is genuine."

The Emperor turned his head: "Do you want to listen?"

"Why not."

The Lord of Humanity raised his hand, and a little golden light emerged. The voice belonging to Kronos began to ring in their ears.

"Emperor, forgive me for a moment of weakness. Because I don't know how to deal with those who believe in me." Kronos sounded exhausted. "Only daily prayers can give me a moment of peace. Today, I don't want to use those long prayers anymore."

He was silent for a while, saying nothing, just sighing deeply.

"Honor is my destiny, battle is my destiny, death is my specialty, failure is my fear...Bless those who know nothing, give them some of your love, Emperor what......"

The prayer ends here, very briefly. He Shenyan closed his eyes and asked, "What's your plan?"

"The Empire currently has no extra manpower to support. But I can't just sit back and watch. I will send an Astarte from the Great Crusade to investigate. Your ship has calculated that he needs to be 'upgraded', So he called an ice crystal core to upgrade him."

"Explore? How are you going to investigate?" He Shenyan's brows became tighter and tighter. "I can't cross the border yet, the injury is too serious... I need at least ten days to recover to the magic level that can cross the border."

The emperor smiled mysteriously: "You are not only a transboundary mage in the endless star sea."

"You found the White Tower Council?"

"To be precise, he found me..."

The Emperor snapped his fingers eccentrically, and an old Treant was 'thrown' out of the darkness, looking very excited in a pajama with a rainbow pony printed on it.

He Shenyan now knew why he looked weird.

...This look really should be a little weird.

The tree man hopped toward the two of them, and it stretched out a hand—no, a branch, that slender branch soon turned into a hand. The tree man smiled and shook hands with both of them, and then said with a very philistine smile, "Which gentleman needs cross-border services?"

"The White Tower Council still undertakes this kind of business?"

The tree man nodded again and again: "It's not long since you joined the White Tower Council? Oh! Wait, I have a little impression of your face. Are you the guy who fought with the elves? Gu Yi's disciple?"

"It's me, that's right." He Shenyan replied blankly. "...fight with the elf?"

"Don't you know? She posted a post in the elf section of the forum, saying that you are very delicious, and strongly recommends that all elves come to you to play. But you have not been in the White Tower, so they have no chance at all. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com”

The tree man shook his head regretfully: "This is an opportunity that many people can't ask for... Sigh, let's not mention this, you are seriously injured, do you need my help?"

It stretched its branches again, and a crisp green leaf grew out. He Shenyan stared at this green leaf very unexpectedly, he felt an extremely strong vitality without any impurities from it. This quality, I am afraid, can directly restore his injury.

"Hey, the Leaf of Life, my own, a hundred thousand years old." The tree man raised his chest proudly. "Because you are also a cross-border mage, how about three hundred star nuclei for your friendship price?"

"I'm afraid I can't get it out."

"It's okay, other equivalent things are also fine, do you have it?"

"I really want to have it." He Shenyan smiled helplessly. "But, unfortunately, I haven't expanded my pocket dimension for a long time."

The tree man nodded, not disappointed. It plucked the leaves and threw them into the darkness. It grew a left hand, rubbed both hands, and looked at the Emperor expectantly: "Uh, so, gentleman, when can I start working? What you promise is amazing. I'd love to start working on it right away. ."

"It's going to take a while...about three hours."

The Emperor smiled and waved at it, and the Treant disappeared in a burst of light. He Shenyan stared at the place where it disappeared with interest, and after a while, nodded thoughtfully.

"Did you find anything?"

"This guy should belong to the 'slaughter house' faction... The body it uses is obviously not his own, but he has his own will and is very obedient. Ha, the cross-border mages are indeed all It's a story."

He Shenyan smiled and shook his head.