Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Justice, justice, how many sins have been committed in your name?

There was a sneer at the corner of Thanos' mouth. Although it was not easy to detect, he was indeed smiling.

By the moonlight, he could see the man crawling slowly on the ground not far away. As he crawled, he scolded Thanos angrily, as if it wasn't him who had his legs broken.

As he crawled, two bloodstains were left on the ground.

"You **** hillbilly! How dare you do this to me?!"

Perhaps it was the pain that made him lose part of his sanity, and what he said was not only ridiculous, but also carried a certain kind of arrogance as it should be.

As he crawled hard into the distance, he continued to curse Thanos angrily: "Wait! Soon, soon your family will all die! No one will be alive! The hillbilly you killed today, you think you are What are you doing as a messenger of justice?"

No, I am not some kind of justice.

Thanos looked down at the gun in his hand and suddenly laughed.

Messenger of justice? How could someone describe him like that...... Ha. It's really fun.

With a smile, he reminded aloud: "There is nothing ahead. If you want to run, I suggest you crawl in the direction of the road. Maybe you can meet a car that is willing to take you before you die from the bleeding. go to the hospital."

"Shut up! You **** hillbilly... lowly creature... You should be grateful! We pay hundreds of times as much tax as you do every year!" The man said, and suddenly burst into tears. stand up. "You can't just break into our club and kill everyone...you can't do that!"

Thanos walked near him, crouched down, and watched him crawling little by little with interest. He said slowly, "It's funny that a serial killer who has killed at least a hundred people is talking to me, a law-abiding citizen, about paying taxes."

"Law-abiding citizen?" The man glared at him with bloodshot eyes: "You **** murdered people! Hillbilly! What kind of law-abiding citizen are you?"

"It really bothers me to say such righteous words from your mouth, Jonathan Tedder." Thanos tapped the gun in his hand and said, "You and your little club members all these years. How many people have been killed here? How much money have you made? Seriously, I don't quite understand why you can kill your own kind just for fun."

"Or...you don't see them as human at all?"

The man didn't answer him any more, he slowly crawled forward with a resentful expression, whispering things like killing you while crawling. Thanos shook his head indifferently.

He was expecting a decent resistance, but these people didn't even expect him to touch their location. He fired more than a dozen shots before they realized it was an attack. In the first ten seconds of the battle, half of the people in the room were dead. Stopping at the rest, by the time they reached the gun, Thanos had already pointed the gun at them.

He knew exactly what he was doing - no, it wasn't revenge. He was at best an acquaintance with Mrs. Jackson, and there was nothing to say about revenge for her. But he traced it all the way to the present, risking his life to kill all the perverted murderers in this room, and why?

Maybe he doesn't have an answer himself.

After thinking about it, Thanos raised the pistol, which resulted in the man's life.

When I got home, it was already two days later.

As he put down the bag wearily, he took out the laptop he had just bought at the second-hand market. While he was pretty sure his actions weren't being recorded by any cameras, the necessary insurance was still in place.

Like...to make it public what those people did.

He collected their criminal evidence one by one, and then sent it directly to the contribution columns of major TV stations. Thanos stared thoughtfully at the blue-lit computer screen, still thinking.

I kill because I have to kill.

So, what about humans? Does killing one's own kind make them happy? And his lofty attitude... how strange, even if I traveled all over the universe, I can't find another race that has such profound malice towards its own kind as humans.

The man didn't seem to regard the person he killed as a human being. There was a very subtle anger in Thanos with his well-earned attitude, but the problem was... he didn't know why he was angry or who he was angry at.

Sighing, he leaned back in his chair and glanced at the pile of books again.

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Monroe Auston stared up at the sky, in this position because he had to. He couldn't move anymore. The aftermath of the giant swinging his axe sent him flying, and with all his strength, he slammed into the wall of the city wall not far away.

As a last resort, he had to maintain this delicate posture of looking up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle. Monroe thought of the girl again, he wondered, was she still alive?

This thought only appeared for a second and then he forgot about it. He smiled bitterly and scolded his hypocrisy—you asked her to die when she was alive, and now why are you pretending to be a good person?

The screams of the soldiers continued to come from all directions. This was the last line of defense in Xiongdu. When their line of defense was broken through, the giants would be able to come to the inner city unscrupulously.

There are not so many soldiers in the inner city, on the contrary, there are only unarmed civilians. Maybe there will be some decent resistance in the palace, but now that the border war is tight, and even Galen Crownguard has been sent out today, who can stop this giant?

God of wings....what should I do?

With this thought in mind, his consciousness slowly plunged into darkness.

The anger has gradually subsided, and after letting the blood wash his axe, Sion has recovered a little sanity. Those terrifying red eyes gradually returned to their original black. He was still killing the Demacians, but intentionally or unintentionally, he led the battlefield away from the direction where the girl fell.

It wasn't long before he killed the last Demacian standing. Their bravery in battle and their spirit of not retreating or surrendering made Sean admired and hated these stubborn **** all the more.

Surrender to me...! You shouldn't die in vain at my hands!

Although he did think so, he didn't say it - if he did, it would be too insulting to them.

However, since entering the city until now, he has not encountered a decent resistance. Sean couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. He had long heard the name of the Fearless Pioneer, an army that could only fight back and forth with Darius' army. Its leader, Garen of the Crownguard, is a formidable warrior.

It's a pity that he won't be able to see the fearless pioneer today. Shane looked back at the towering palace of Xiongdu. Although he did not like the exaggerated style of the building, he also had to admit that the palace of the Demacians, the Castle of Dawn was indeed a great building that was indescribable in words.

He left the axe where he was, not at all worried that someone would move them - who else could pick up this heavy weapon but him?

Sean came to the place where the girl fell in two or three steps. She closed her eyes tightly. For a while, Sean almost thought she was dead. But she didn't, her chest was still slightly heaving, and the spell seemed to consume a lot of her. Sean wiped his hand on his body before reaching out to hug her.

Valley Gate

"Poor boy..." he murmured, frowning. He knows **** people and how to fight, but when it comes to saving people... Sain doesn't know anything about it.

Forget it, whatever. Don't be in a hurry.

He once again turned his head and stared deeply at Dawn Castle, and then ran away without reluctance. He even left his axe in place, which the Demacians interpreted as a mockery of them - and most of all, they couldn't pick up the two axes, or even make them move. . Not many people.

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The Noxian withdrew.

The young Garen Crownguard stood at the front of the field, staring at the deserted edge of the prairie across from them—for the first time in months.

He had to wonder if their retreat had other plans. As we all know, Noxians are like wolves. As long as they bite their target, their mouth will never let go until the target is dead or they are not dead. Demacia and Noxus have fought for centuries between the two nations, and the enemy often knows the enemy best.

His adjutant's voice interrupted his thoughts: "Sir, recruits are reporting, do you want to be there?"

"No." Galen shook his head. He was not wearing a helmet, and his neat hair was scattered on his forehead. In all fairness, he was handsome, but no one in the Dreadnought cared about that.

They only knew one thing: Galen Crownguard was the youngest ever commander of the Dauntless Vanguard, and he was absolutely qualified.

"Understood, sir. Also, there is a guest from Xiongdu who wants to meet you. He calls himself Marseno."

Galen frowned: "Take me to him."

Gloomy and angry.

This was Galen's first impression of Marseno, looking extremely tired and full of some resentment.

"Hello, Marseno... What's your last name?"

The other party also smiled politely: "My last name doesn't matter, Commander Galen... I'm here just to tell you something, just this morning, a Noxian attacked Xiongdu."

"One?"

"Yes... but he is comparable to an entire legion. He broke through the four defense lines of Xiongdu alone, and our people have no power to fight back."

"are you joking around with me?"

Galen is a little **** - what is this guy talking about? But Marseno was obviously serious, and his expression was extremely serious: "I swear by my life, Commander Galen, I never lied - if it weren't for the fact that my surname might be hated by you, I would certainly also I swear by my last name."

Garen was silent for a while, then asked, "Then why didn't I receive any orders from Xiongdu. Instead, you came to warn me about this?"

Marseno smiled bitterly: "You don't know something - Jarvan III has been confirmed to have died, and His Majesty the Prince is also under house arrest in the palace and cannot leave."

Faced with such explosive news, Galen not only did not doubt its authenticity, on the contrary, he began to think seriously.

After a while, he said slowly, "Where did you get the news?"

"Mrs. Dubois said it herself."

Galen narrowed his eyes slightly, he knew this lady's reputation in the country - she was kind, a very rare noble with no class concept, but because of this, she was met by some people in the central power circle. crowd out.

"Where did she get the news?"

"Forgive me for not being able to tell you... Commander, but I must let you know about this." Marseno suppressed his anger, not distrusting Galen, but someone else some people.

He said: "What I'm about to say may seem a little outrageous. But it's the truth, the nobles are not on the same side as the king, they have other plans - they'd be close to succeeding, if it wasn't for that Noxian who inexplicably fought today. You came in and left by yourself, you have now been recalled to Xiongdu."

"Listen to you, what are they going to do to me?"

"I'm sure you're aware of this as well, and they certainly won't let any member of the Crownguard family go."

His words made Galen take a deep breath.

At this moment, Galen thought of many things.

As the commander of the Fearless Vanguard and the eldest son of the Crown Guard family, he naturally has the ability to touch many things that ordinary people can't touch, such as the heels of the mageseekers - the mageseekers have long been out of control, they no longer obey the king's orders, Capture the mages who use magic to commit crimes, but along with anyone with a talent for magic.

The masters behind it are the nobles.

Why they let the mageseekers do this, no one knows. But there was absolutely no good intentions, and Galen dared to swear with his sword that those **** must be planning something. But what he never expected was that at this moment when the Noxian army was pressing down on the border, they all dared to make small moves in the rear. Even killed the king and imprisoned the prince.

What's next? What's next? Surrender to the Noxians?

"Marsino, UU reading www.uukanshu.com can I trust you?"

"As long as it's for Demacia, I'll do anything."

"Very good." Galen nodded, and before he knew it, the identities of the seeker and the seeker had been reversed. He said slowly: "I want you to go back to Xiongdu now - don't worry, I will let the Dragon Knight take you back."

"As soon as you enter Xiongdu, go to the Crown Guard's house." Galen took out a medal from nowhere and handed it to Marseno. "Give this medal to my sister and tell her exactly what you told me."

"Finally, remember this, Marseno," Galen said slowly. "Once I don't receive an order to return to Xiongdu, what awaits me is definitely not the courtesy of a triumphant hero. They will definitely deprive me of my military rank and put me in jail."

Ignoring Marsino's horrified expression, Galen continued, "But it doesn't matter, you just need to remember one thing."

He actually laughed: "As long as they are in a hurry, they will definitely show their legs. At that time...this is our chance."