[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Gem Merchant

The words were not speculative, Tony Stark endured and endured, and the cluster palm cannon dimmed again.

"why?"

One of the magicians asked rhetorically as if he had heard some big joke: "Ask a magician Whydoneit...isn't it a matter of course, of course it is to 'reach the root'."

Tony Stark keenly noticed that the pair of lake green eyes that always contained the color of water trembled slightly.

"However, it is normal for you not to understand that someone who was abandoned by the family and used as a tool of Barthumello was deprived of the right to reach the root."

The other party showed a sinister smile: "In this world where the mystery is gradually fading, use the magic engraving passed down from generation to generation to reach the root? This kind of idiotic idea is only you who hold on to the inheritance and don't let go of it. The family can believe it."

He snatched the sniper rifle from one of them, and quickly opened the magazine, revealing a row of bullets packed with complicated patterns engraved around it: "Magic that goes hand in hand with modern technology, this is the direction that mysticism should have! Holding on to the magic engraving handed down from the ancestors, without paying attention to the times at all, this is a sign that the mystery is about to die!"

When the other party talked about the excitement, he wanted to point out the sky and the ground, as if he was the leader of the times, and you were all a group of old-fashioned people who were eating vegetarian food, and a lot of unfamiliar words such as "magic seal" were mixed in the conversation. It made Tony Stark and Fury very dazed again, and they couldn't speak for a while.

"...Even if you say I'm a tool man for Bathmelo."

The alchemist didn't look too annoyed, and even turned his wrist with ease, and moved his joints: "The magic category related to modern technology, the [-]th Faculty of the Clock Tower obviously has a modern magic department. , I also know a few students of modern subjects, current magic and so on are very decent."

"How can a concentration camp where a group of geniuses or freaks get together, where everything is a place except for the monarch, accommodate ordinary magicians who want to pursue their roots!"

The man looked even more excited, his eyes were almost cleft, and his entire face was slightly distorted: "This is it! The real modern magic! What I'm chasing is—"

Tony Stark finally extracted the main information from the other party's upside-down narration, and he concluded: "Well, so, in essence, the reason why you joined Hydra is because you are too poor to be accepted by regular schools?"

……

The scene was very embarrassing for a while, Tony Stark seemed to be born with the ability to make people unable to get off the stage, he continued to face the stunned expressions of everyone: "Look, Al said, their Hogwarts... Ah, that’s not right, the clock tower, the establishment of this college is just because your grades are not good enough to pass the exam.”

"If you can't pass the exam, it's not appropriate to belittle other people's majors. Only your own pheasant way is the right way. The R&D department of Stark Industries receives at least 50 copies of this kind of civil science every year. A self-recommendation letter. It’s just that you magicians have done a little better, and you have slipped directly from civil science to the category of terrorist organizations.”

Nick Fury touched his face irritably. If it is subdivided according to the success rate of the provocation, Stark is indeed the only one who is the most suitable to be a Tank among their three-person RPG team that was pulled together temporarily.The other party obviously looked ashamed and angry, and the temperament of the whole body changed suddenly, and there were light blue and slightly shiny scratches of the magic circuit on the body.

"Fortunately, your self-exposure just now made me feel confident."

The magic circuits around the alchemist were also lit up. He stretched out his hand and threw out a glowing pearl. The lit dots bounced in all directions in the banquet hall like three-dimensional pinballs. In the next second, Alphonse just disappeared.

In the original position of the alchemist, there are more bullet marks left by a string of bullets.

"Using gem magic to lay down the space jump of the anchor point."

Alphonse appeared behind everyone: "Although I'm not very used to Weissandi's space magic, but the teleportation with coordinates is still very good - since you complained before that the disciples of El-Melloi are all in the pawn position In other words, it means that you have not even reached the Dian position, right?"

"What qualifications does Barthumello's watchdog have to judge us!"

The other party raised his hand furiously, and chanted the first word: "Just let you see our achievements over the years—"

With a bang, before the words could finish, he was knocked to the ground.

"The experience of playing games tells me that it is very important to interrupt the reading bar when the mage is casting a spell."

Nick Fury in the golden-red steel suit and the upside-down wine bottle knocked the two magicians to the ground who obviously didn't exercise seriously. The phantoms of "Tony Stark" and "Nick Fury" created by the green magic glow are gradually disappearing.

Rocky Odinson's spells are as easy to use as ever.

A few minutes later, a bunch of stunned snipers were bundled together. Alphonse opened their magazines, facing a large pile of enchanted and protected bullets, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"At least you have to tell me what these things are made of and how they came about."

Fury crossed his arms: "The fact is that the enemy has already infiltrated with the magician. Even if your confidentiality principle is very important, you still need to disclose a certain degree of information to achieve cooperation at this time."

Tony Stark disassembled the bullets one by one, revealing the gunpowder loaded inside.This is a very common sniper bullet. Even if the interior may have been modified, its external dimensions are almost the same as the products sold by Stark Industries.

"The prototype should be a .0.308-inch caliber Winchester rifle cartridge, cheap and inferior goods, this kind of thing should not leave a single scratch on my battle suit."

Tony Stark analyzed the composition of the bullet with experience: "Well, let me see, there are some other ingredients in the gunpowder, which seem to be filled with inorganic substances... Jar, switch to the scanning mode."

"Copy that, Sir."

It has to be said that the scanning speed of artificial intelligence is amazing, and they quickly concluded that the fillers other than ordinary bullets come from inorganic substances such as calcium, phosphorus, and carbon. According to the analysis idea of ​​Minerals (Gishia), the main component should be apatite or calcium phosphate.

"Abrasive substance of apatite?"

The alchemist reached out and twisted the powder on the bullet, feeling that the situation was not simple.The smart housekeeper is still doing further testing. These mixed powders have a thin layer on their fingers, and there is not much magic left on them.

Those two guys were honest, this level of magical power really couldn't reach Dianshi's heels.

"The attachment technique above probably has auxiliary functions such as tracking, guidance, and strengthening. From the perspective of the form of magic power, it should be a variant of strengthening magic—anyway, the bullet will be destroyed after being used, and there is no need to consider the strengthening technique. How long can it last?"

El-Melloi has a good player who uses enhanced magic, but the method is a bit different...

Two technicians from different directions analyzed and analyzed from their respective angles. Nick Fury couldn't get in his mouth, so he guessed casually: "From the color point of view, although I can't guess the composition, but based on participating in the war experience, I've seen something very similar to them."

"what?"

The arms dealer answered the conversation one after another, and continued to order his smart butler to judge from the perspective of ore: "Re-do the X-ray powder crystal diffraction analysis, and compare it with the existing ore types... Hey, Al, can you Can't open the shield, now I can't connect to the database."

Anyway, the battle was over, and the opponent's coma would not be lifted for a while. Alphonse made a judgment and waved his hand. The scattered light gathered in the palm of his hand again, turning into a well-cut emerald.

Fury coughed and brought the two people's attention back to him.

"—that thing looks like, ground human ashes."

Those technical analysis are not his strong point, and the things he is most familiar with after returning from the battlefield are more directly facing the essence of life and death.

Alphonse lowered his head and paused slightly in his studies.

In the field of magic, the scope of ashes is too wide - and most of the directions are not good. Even in the eyes of Alphonse, necromancer magic is a rare type that is rarely touched.

...The interlacing is like a mountain, I knew that I should have a good relationship with the old guys from the Jiangling Department.

The fingertips of the magician who had been bundled up suddenly moved, as if the word "ashes" pried open the spiritual hints that had been sealed in advance in his mind.The other party showed a crazy smile, and his face was full of smiles that were on the verge of losing control.

"Alphonse."

In the eyes of the magician, it seemed that an unknown flame was burning.

The bright moon hangs high in the middle of the night sky, the clock strikes the hour, and the tide of the earth's veins matches the flow of magic power.

"Combining the souls of countless dead, each bullet comes from the bones of nearly a hundred people. Squeeze out the magic power captured by the vitality, and drive the soul as the foundation of the original movement. This is the modern application of necromancer magic. From human wars A magic formula born out of it!"

The corners of his mouth were grinning almost to the base of his ears, and his whole face was so exaggerated that it didn't seem like a human could make an expression.

"This is destined to open the door to the vortex of the root, the only unified formula, the principle of all things, the root of the world!"

The opponent's fanaticism could no longer be concealed, the wanton flow of magic power brought about frenzied waves visible to the naked eye, Alphonse reached out and was about to draw the seal, but the opponent's movement was faster than him - a struggling magic beast came out. Hui Lu's hand directly tore open his own throat.

Breaking through the confinement of the body, the soul screamed and soared to the sky.

All the bullets glowed with gleaming white light, and the broken souls sealed in the sniper rifles also mourned and resonated, and the magic power connected to the ground veins made the whole building tremble slightly.

"Al, what's going on?!"

Nick Fury staggered, and quickly stabilized his body. The alchemist who was named reacted more quickly. He took out an amethyst from the air, cut his fingertips and sprayed blood on the gemstone. Wipe it hard on the glossy surface, leaving a bloodstain visible to the naked eye.

"It's a trap!"

The magic power of the alchemist also increased, like a bank against the tide: "The previous preparations were all traps, all for launching this final spell, a magic that can only be activated once by death—"

Take him away from the mountain to the mirror space, and buy enough time to deploy the real range spell.

The seemingly sniper attack on Tony Stark was actually an anchor point for bullets at key positions.It may indeed be profitable to be able to kill this guy, but if Iron Man's life is harder than imagined, it will not be a loss to realize the original plan.

In the end, pretending to be captured was just to launch the once-in-a-lifetime magic ritual at the critical moment, when the earth veins and magic power are most attuned...

Necromancers are a bunch of lunatics!damn it!He should have thought of it earlier!

"Call Lokabrenna."

The amethyst was smeared with blood, and the magic power became the door to activate the operation.Based on the power of the original Rune of the Age of Gods, it is strong enough. I hope that the guy who claims to be the number one mage in the Nine Realms is honest enough in the field of magic.

"At a critical moment, this rune can be activated. This is a magic interruption spell that can destroy most of the magic from the structure."

Alphonse poured his magic power into the amethyst, and was suddenly distracted: If Tony Stark could complain at this moment, he would probably say that it was something similar to a computer virus.

Before leaving, Loki left a sentence in the coffee shop: "Don't try to explain the magic of a god, just compress the spell into the gem and activate it."

This is not a problem in essence, the original runes inherited from the Age of Gods, even creatures with insufficient divinity can't cast them, let alone explain them, but the narrow smile shown by those phosphorescent green eyes always makes him a little nervous.

The light soared so high that everyone couldn't help but close their eyes. After the wave-like magic power calmed down again, the spell launched by the other party was really directly interrupted.

Alphonse breathed a sigh of relief, and then saw a pair of hands covered by the golden-red battle suit.

When he moved lightly, his hands moved together with the cold metal skin on the outside, so smooth that it didn't look like a mechanical device, and it was smoother and smoother than the smart exoskeleton seen in the news.

One prompt window after another kept popping up in the field of vision in front of him, and he couldn't understand each of the proper nouns described, but this was not the most shocking part.

The guy with blond curly hair wearing a magic dress alchemy white robe and facing his own face sent a shocked and tentative question to the current "Iron Man"—that is, Alphonse himself:

"...Alphonse?"

Damn it, he already remembered what the godhead of this guy Rocky Odinson was.

GodofMischef, the god of tricks, the god of mischief, the little prince of Asgard, one of the twelve main gods of northern Europe, sneezed in the golden palace, then rubbed his nose, showing a happy expression.

The author has something to say: a welcome soul exchange.

Loki hides merit and fame deeply.