Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Swain stood on the barracks wall, staring at the golden sunlight piercing the clouds, the second time he had seen it. For some reason, he felt a sudden warmth.

It didn't take long for him to shake his head, though, to drive the feeling out of his mind—they still had a war to fight.

Grasping the long sword, he shouted loudly, "Scout! Report the situation!"

The scout with the telescope in his hand leaned half of his body against the wall, wishing he could stick out himself to lengthen the telescope in his hand: "Report! General Sean killed them so they couldn't see a shadow!"

"What about General Sean?"

"I can't see the general! He went to the palace!"

"Continue to be alert!"

After he finished speaking, he hurriedly ran down the fence, found Katerina, and asked, "If you are asked to go out to find General Sean now, how sure are you?"

The female assassin thought for a while before answering cautiously, "Fifty percent."

"Then stay here, our situation isn't so bad that we have to send you out to fight for a 50% chance of success. Also... Talon is dead, as a Noxian soldier. "

Katerina touched the scar on her left eye, and she smiled: "Thank you for letting me know."

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The distance of the moat was not worth mentioning to Kronos, and he only crossed the fortification with a short run-up jump. With his left hand on the pattern of the black iron gate, he firmly grasped the thick edge. Then, he raised his right hand and punched a hole in the strong palace gate.

It didn't take long for him to tumble in from the hole that widened to allow him to enter. The palace is like a small city, full of Noxian-style buildings. Kronos has to admit that he likes the Noxian style of architecture. But now is not the time to appreciate their creations.

He drew his chainsword and stepped forward cautiously. However, after walking more than ten meters, he was attacked. A gust of evil wind fell from the sky, and Astarte didn't look back, the chainsaw sword in his hand stabbed straight into the sky, and a strange humanoid bird covered with that work was split into two halves.

Kronos glanced at the stump of the thing, then strode past it. He lacked the slightest emotion, and he had killed too many demons that were blasphemous.

The Emperor protects me.

It didn't take long for him to come to the heels of the purple beam of light. This is a towering spire, and if it weren't for this **** corruption, this should be a very suitable place as a recruiting fortress. Astarte kicked the door open and walked in. The hall is very spacious, but at this time it is difficult to see.

There was no other reason—the oil paintings depicting the heroes of Noxian dynasties all shone with an eerie pinkish-purple light, making the faces of those characters lustful. The candles in the fancy chandeliers on the ceiling have been replaced with human heads.

Astarte's excellent eyesight allowed him to discover that the teeth and jaws of the skulls had been pulled out, and the tongues were dangling from the undersides of the skulls, marked with blasphemies. Kronos immediately realized that this was definitely an organized and premeditated cult summoning ceremony.

Moving on, the broken rugs have been replaced with human-skin rugs from somewhere, and some even have fresh blood on them. The skinner's craft is very good, and it can be seen that it has undergone a lot of practice.

Kronos clenched the chainsaw in his hand with a blank expression.

This long corridor seemed to never end, and the further forward it went, the more blasphemous the sight. Kronos even had to stop himself from looking up, and the mutilated human bodies that were wanton carving made his breathing heavier and heavier.

He stopped in front of the throne, where there was a fat, naked, headless corpse. The dim candlelight illuminated the mixture of brains and blood on the human skin rug. Kronos stepped over his corpse, unaware that this was the present-day king of Noxus. From the outside, the tower looked ridiculously tall and blasphemous. But in the hall on the first floor, there was no way to go up.

Is it a secret way?

No... I'm afraid it won't be that simple.

Kronos looked back, sure enough. The scene behind him has been completely changed, the originally wide corridor has now become a narrow one-way street, the oil paintings on both sides, and the decoration above his head have all disappeared. Instead, there are beautiful fonts written in blood, line by line, all over the hallway.

At the same time, a woman singing from nowhere entered his earlids.

No need to listen, it's all blasphemy.

Kronos walked without fear into the darkness ahead. He knew he wouldn't get support, and he wouldn't be able to call in a whirlwind torpedo to completely destroy the corrupted planet if he failed as in previous missions. He has only himself, and his devotion to the Emperor.

And, he was watching me.

As he went deeper into the darkness, protrusions began to appear on the walls. It appears to be in the shape of a human face, with various expressions. The singing voice got closer to him, the more Kronos could feel a tingling in his head. This feeling has saved him countless times in the past, but he doesn't know if it will continue to work this time.

"You're finally here, big man~"

Two pink flames flashed away, and a woman in a long black tulle dress stepped out of the darkness in front of him. She was tall, almost as tall as Astartes. The body is very attractive and the face is exquisite. But from the outside, she showed no trace of blasphemy, quite the opposite. In that face, the coexistence of innocence and temptation can drive almost any man into madness.

Except for Cronos.

He activated the chainsaw sword unmoved. For him, he only needed to take one step from a distance of more than ten meters. Just like that, he came to this woman. With absolute violence and speed, Astarte swung the chainsword in his hand, roaring and thirsting for blood, but he slashed in the air.

The woman disappeared in place, and not long after, another face appeared in a deeper place.

She wears purple eyeshadow and black lipstick. This face looks full of coquettishness, and the figure has become very "exploded". But Kronos' expression remained unchanged. Seeing this, the woman sighed pitifully: "Oh, you stupid big guy who doesn't understand the style~ Could it be that you don't have any type you like?"

She changed her face again, this time, an ordinary face. But the sound was still reminiscent of the bed. She said, "Or do you like this? Come on, don't be shy. Just tell me the type, and I'll have whatever you like~"

"Shut your mouth, you depraved old lady. The wrinkles under your skin can kill a thousand flies!" Kronos' words made her face stiff. Obviously, she had never I thought that this mighty warrior like a **** would say such vulgar words from his mouth. But the good drama is better behind.

Cronos scolded her nonstop for three minutes, even comparing her to a urinal at one point. Although the abuse meant nothing to her, it might even have given her a little enjoyment. But since he had torn his face, there was no need to tempt him anymore.

The woman sighed and changed her face again, and she yawned boredly: "Why do you think you are so incomprehensible? Originally, I wanted to give you a happy death... But now, I changed I have an idea."

She pointed at Astarte with a smile and said, "I'm going to cut your bones, my dear. Your ribs must be thick... oh! I can't wait to carve them out. I got my favorite pattern!"

With that, she vanished, and from the darkness poured out countless blasphemous monsters—I can't describe what they looked like, or the book would have been lost. However, you should all know what happens to mortals corrupted by Slaanesh.

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Shen looked at the tall giant in front of him, and he took a step back without a trace—he had observed this giant through the spirit world when he was in Ionia. At that time, he was still a fragmented soul full of pain and anger, but at this time he has been reborn as a complete person.

At least, he had reason and didn't attack Shen. Just looked at him suspiciously: "An Ionian? Why are you here?"

Then, Shane noticed the helmet in his arms and smiled clearly: "I see, it's him, right? Cronus Tiberius... ah, what a noble one Name. He's here too, isn't he?"

"Yes, but you... oh, I asked a stupid question." Shen looked down at the helmet in his arms and laughed to himself.

Sean asked, "Where did he go?"

"The Royal Palace."

"Hmph, I knew..." Shane chuckled, but considering his size, the chuckle sounded like thunder in Shen's ears. He continued: "A warrior like him with lofty ideals will never let the depravity continue to grow here. It's sad that some of our kind have come so far, and yet we are still killing each other."

The words that came out of his mouth really surprised Shen. However, he did not say: "Excuse me - what is his ideal?"

"The unity of all mankind."

Shen was shocked and speechless. How difficult was the few words that Shane threw out? But he still had doubts in his heart, but now was not the time to ask questions. Shen Wei leaned back and made way for Sion to pass, while asking, "What can I do for you? I can't ignore the tragic situation here - I'm also a human being."

"If you want to be of any help... go to the barracks by the harbour, it's obvious. That's where Swain's army is stationed, and they're the only ones alive in town now. I'm pretty sure about it. Don't worry, you won't encounter those things on the road." Said said lightly, and at the same time lit the axe in his hand.

As he walked away, Shen heard a sentence: "Also... I'm sorry we invaded Ionia."