Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"boom!"

Ku Sai was crawling **** the ground like a dog, and he was just kicked out and knocked over the table.

As the master of the balanced sect, he seemed powerless in front of this man. Even the energy in the body cannot be used, they are as motionless as a pool of stagnant water.

"Do you know why I came to see you?"

He didn't answer, what he got was a more severe pain. In the pain, he smiled instead: "Physical pain can't make me succumb, demon!"

"You call me a demon?"

The mage laughed dumbly, and he wasn't going to continue talking to this bastard. His so-called balance is meaningless to him—some of which may make sense, such as being kind to nature, being kind to people, and so on. But in addition to these things that everyone knows, the core idea they uphold is an out-and-out **** idea.

Most ironically, these maintainers of equilibrium are themselves not free from human shackles. You are obviously human, but you don't see your fellow human beings?

Even the proudest mage of Kama Taj knows that his magic power needs to be used to cover the shadows from other dimensions for ordinary people.

Their spells can only be released on demons, ghosts, angels and scumbags. Civilians don't need to know about their existence, they just need to be protected by them.

And that paranoid psychopath, Bruce Wayne, has never been cruel to innocent civilians. Although he is a crazy cross-dresser and has a very dark psychology, he doesn't trust anyone, but at least he is on the side of mankind. .

Even the witcher, who was called a mutant bastard, stood firmly on the side of the human beings - you've never seen a witcher take money from monsters to kill people, right?

"You don't understand, the balance must be maintained! If the way of balance is broken, the disaster will spread to the whole of Ionia! Can you take this responsibility?!" said fiercely.

"I can." The mage said lightly.

"Even if the world is destroyed, I have a way to pull it back, not to mention it's just a simple imbalance... Besides, whether there is such a thing is another matter, you stupid bastard."

The corners of Ku Sai's eyes twitched, and his attitude softened: "If you just want to vent your anger, kill me, but please don't break the balance. I beg you."

"Excuse me? No, no, you think me too low. The reason I am angry is not because of you, although you are indeed a fool. But this time I am the fool."

He Shenyan laughed at himself: "Even I didn't expect that they didn't die under the attack of evil spirits, but they were driven by their own kind from thousands of miles away and wiped their necks in their sleep."

Ku said suddenly felt uneasy: "What do you want to do?"

"Aren't you maintaining the balance all the time?" The mage's eyes lit up with two red lights, and the bitterness staring at his eyes involuntarily bulged blue veins on his forehead, and the great pain made him roll the whites of his eyes. The mage dragged his soul out and threw it into the spiritual realm.

Kushuo saw thunder and storms roaring in the spiritual realm in the pain of being ripped out of the soul, and countless malice turned into pure dark monsters rushing out of the spiritual realm and came to reality.

People were devoured, mountains and rivers shattered, and the once beautiful scene of Ionia gradually withered. The sky turned into a blood-red rag, and Ku Sai stood on the ground full of blood and corpses, watching it all. He held up the puddle of blood in front of him, his expression both crying and smiling. It was all the same as what he had seen before.

Behind him, He Shenyan's voice came: "...Now, the balance has been broken."

"No!" Kuzuo screamed and died. His soul dissipated into the invisible, the mage waved his hand in disgust, and dispersed the illusion in front of him. What about the master? Even a low-level illusion can't be seen... On the contrary, this balance is worth his research.

There is no absolute equilibrium in the world, it is obvious. But from the memories seen in the minds of the two young people at the foot of the mountain and this bastard, this sect has lasted for at least a few hundred years. It would be fine if only one or two fools believed in this stupid dogma, but for hundreds of years, countless people have followed suit?

There must be something else behind this.

He did not leave directly, but raised his head, and two figures from out of nowhere stood in front of him.

"What about that soul? He escaped?!" It was a black wolf who spoke. His huge body was like a black shadow, and his face was covered with a white mask.

"No, dear wolf. He's gone," said another figure, white with sheep's hooves. Wearing a black mask, the voice is ethereal and silent. with the echoes of the dead.

The mage frowned: "Death? No, it's not like, you...well, I'm starting to be interested."

The wolf turned his head and asked, "This man is special! Sheep! Can I hunt him?"

"No, wolf. His death is not yet... Wait, I can't see his death." Sheep's voice became puzzled, in contrast to the silver-white longbow drawn in her hand.

The wolf howled excitedly: "Escaper! He's an escapee! Hunt, I'm going to start hunting!"

After it finished speaking, it rushed up and was slapped back by the mage. He Shenyan shook his hand in disgust: "You should be a good police dog..."

"Come back~www.novelmt.com~Wolf." The sheep waved to the wolf who was dizzy in the same place, and it went back obediently.

The sheep said to the mage, "Where did you come from? Why can't I see your death?"

The wolf whispered behind her: "He's a getaway! Sheep, he's a getaway... We should hunt him down..."

"It seems that we have a lot of problems with each other." He Shenyan spread his hands and continued: "But I have other things to solve now."

Hearing the rejection in his words, Yang gave him a deep look and said in an ethereal voice: "We are Kindred, humans. Remember us... until the day you die, we will come by your side."

"It's really a novel parting language, you really know how to speak."

Watching them leave, the wolf kept yelling at the escapee, and was knocked on the head by the silver-white longbow in the sheep's hand, and then stopped talking. Their departure was as traceless as their appearance, only to disappear abruptly in the next instant.

The mage sighed regretfully: "The wild **** of death... This is really new, it's a pity that it can't be studied. It's a pity."