Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Until the atmosphere in the cabin is gone, it's not so good.

The long-haired man sat silently in the corner. He was wearing a long-sleeved black sweater, and even a black glove on his left hand, covering all his skin.

Tony and Rhodes sat on the other side, Rhodes put on a brand new armor, silver and gray, and Tony was explaining the functions to him.

"No live ammunition, but it's definitely more powerful than your old-fashioned machine guns. There are energy cannons on each shoulder, which can fire super high-temperature energy groups, even a main battle tank can deal with it. More importantly, They have no recoil."

"The back of your hand, I installed a beam gun for you, a special model, no need to charge, less power, if you don't want to make the scene too ugly, you can use this. The magazine capacity of 150 rounds is automatically reloaded, and the armor is extracted. own energy."

He introduced it non-stop, as if he was back in his old business. Rhodes listened intently, and he seemed eager to take these things and shoot something right away, to have a good time.

Frank, Hawkeye, and Sam slipped into the cockpit, ignoring the eerie atmosphere in the rear cabin.

Steve came over, sat next to Bucky, glanced at his left hand, and asked, "How do you feel?"

Bucky didn't speak, he raised his left hand and took off the glove.

That can no longer be called a hand, the black scales are layered on top of each other, and it looks like the claws of a monster. Bucky didn't stop, he rolled up his sleeve to his elbow. Show the full arm. Tony and Rhodes also cast their gazes over.

The whole body is black, there are some gaps between the scales, and the five fingers are sharp and slender.

"Damn, man, this thing looks like something out of a video game," Rhodes said.

"Does it hurt?" Steve asked.

"It doesn't hurt, but I can't sleep at night, and at night this thing glows. It's too bright. I don't know how to make this thing stop," Bucky said deadpan, looking like he was telling a bad joke , but no one in the room could laugh.

"So not only are you alive, but you also have an LED light on your hand that you don't know how to turn off? Ha, good joke, buddy." Tony laughed.

Rhode didn't joke like Tony did, he asked: "So, does this thing have any other use? He resurrected you and gave you this arm, it can't really just be an LED light. Bar?"

Bucky turned his left hand, and he said, "Well... I don't need an axe when chopping wood, I just need to swipe with my finger, does that count?"

Tony couldn't help raising his head. He said rather speechlessly, "Has anyone told you, buddy, that your level of cold jokes is really good."

"Thank you." Bucky actually thanked him seriously.

Tony turned his head to Rhode and said, "Is he really thanking me? Is it true? Do you think he's serious? Rhode? Can't he hear what I mean?"

Rhode lowered his visor, and his figure came dully from the helmet, which was a series of laughter.

"Damn, did the Kree take my sense of humor with my hair? Why are you smiling so much?" Tony said gloomily.

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The emperor of the Kree people, Dork VIII, is lying on the ground without grace.

Half of his body has become bloody, and his internal organs can be seen directly through the gap in his stomach. He was unable to speak at this time, and could only stare at the sky lit by the flames, and spit out a voice that only he could hear clearly from his throat.

He Shenyan stood beside him and looked at this Emperor Kerry, who was famous in the galaxy for his brutality and ruthlessness, with a smile.

He squatted down and listened carefully to the small and indistinct voice from Dork VIII's throat.

After a while, he asked playfully.

"How do you feel, Emperor of the Cree?"

The mage's voice was low and distant. To Dork VIII, it was like talking across several galaxies. Distortion is very strong. Hearing this voice, a wave of hatred drove him to move.

Dork VIII tried his best to turn his neck so that his eyes could see the mage and the demon that had destroyed his country and killed countless civilians.

He Shenyan looked at him without hesitation, and he said softly, "What do you want to say, Emperor of the Kree?"

Dork VIII's green eyes reflected the mage's figure. With all his strength, he raised his left hand and grabbed the mage's sleeve, as if he wanted to say something. However, He Shenyan then stood up directly. His hand slipped weakly.

He stood up, walked into the hall of Supreme Wisdom in front of Dork VIII, and only left him a cold sentence: "I'm sorry~www.novelmt.com~ I don't want to hear it. "

Dork VIII was lying on the spot, a double image gradually appeared in front of his eyes, and the feeling of exhaustion was spreading from the bone marrow. He had never felt this way. As the most advanced achievement of Kree genetic engineering, he was born with seemingly inexhaustible physical strength. No matter what knowledge you learn, you can quickly master it, and even a natural psionicist. Can use a variety of powerful psychic powers.

And as he grew up and matured, the power contained in his body was also developed. Before he succeeded to the throne, he had been a gladiator on a arena planet in the Centaur system, and within a year and a half, relying purely on physical strength, he created a legend of victory. At that time, he even thought he was invincible.

But all of these, whether it's power or the glory of being a royal, are like bubbles that can be burst when faced with that mage.

He watched with his own eyes the countless fleets around the Hara star were easily destroyed, and the overwhelming antimatter missiles and black hole rays were swallowed up by this mage like a child's play. The wreckage of those fleets could even be seen looking up directly from the ground.

And after that, the energy level he was observed on the radar was even higher than before.

Thousands of master psionicists worked together to control him at the cost of their lives, but their brains were counter-invaded. Even with a small half of the Hara star turned into ashes in the psionic storm. Countless Kree souls screamed in that storm.

How to win against such an enemy?

Dork VIII gradually fell into a cold consciousness, and a thought slowly drifted through. It was a thought that he had never thought of in his long life before, and even speaking it would be regarded as treason.

He thought, does the Supreme Wisdom really never go wrong?