Marvel – Immortal Path

Listening to the heartfelt words of the other party, Li Ang thought for a moment and said solemnly: "Prime Minister, I am a hobby and peaceful person. I don't like black and white. I call for killing. "

Rachel looked happy, but listened to Li Ang continued: "But at the same time, I am also a compassionate and kind person. I don't want to see weak and helpless European residents. A handful of Blood Race erodes and exploits, like manipulating puppets, playing tricks, and cruelly persecuting."

"...So, what are you going to do?"

"I will To provide the general public with a choice, a choice about survival and death, ideals and reality, enslavement and oppression, and struggle."

Li Ang’s mouth rose in time, and he rubbed his hands with a smile. Feel free to say: "But I guess a papermaker like you will probably not be happy with the choice I have provided."

Rachel frowned, and the female prime minister felt it instinctively. There is something wrong.

However, before she raised any further questions, Li Ang had already stood up, and the gentleman smiled lightly and said: "This time I have seen what I want to see, and there is no point in staying any longer. Goodbye.

As for the content of the jobs provided by the meme company, my assistant Mr. Sebastian Shaw will negotiate with you-of course, I will be tight-lipped about what I’m talking about today. , Will not leak out, you can rest assured that."

"oh?"

Rachel Ross was a little surprised, said with a smile: "How You are not afraid, the Blood Race that was rushed up as soon as the door opened sucked the blood, or could it be corroded into a pile of dry bones?"

"hehe,"

Li Ang Wiping off the dust on the cuffs, he said calmly: "The terrifying pace of expansion of meme companies is based on the damage of other large interest groups.

And the American entrepreneurial spirit is well-known. Unruly and cruel, treating competitors can’t wait to let his whole family spiral into the sky and pass away.

Some time ago, I didn’t know how many killers and dead men planned to take my life. A whole dozen of'mental disorder' gunmen surrounded me in the streets and alleys.

If MI6 summarizes the relevant information and submits it to you, you will find that anyone who wants to use martial power to deal with it My person—whether he is an entrepreneur, politician, lawyer, leader of a dynamic social group, or a transcender with special powers, will immediately disappear from the face of the earth, and there will be no news from then on."

Li Ang lowered his head, straightened the cuffs of his suit, and immediately pushed the door away, leaving a sentence, "Want to threaten me? Let's see if oneself has the courage to pay for it."

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London, the headquarters of the sorcerer league.

This is a museum that is not open to outsiders. It is dignified and brilliant, quiet and silent. Occasionally, one or two silhouettes pass by, and it is quickly hidden among the rows of bookshelves.

Those bookshelves are extremely tall and wide. Classics from different ages, different regions, and different authors are filled with each layer. If you close your eyes, you can vaguely hear the sound of Xixi swift—as if It is these old books that no one cares about whispering in the shadows, talking about the humans who have just walked past the edge of the bookshelf.

In addition to these classics, there are also some special items with strange effects, or the dry skull of a powerful necromancerer, or a red magic robe embroidered with gold rims. , Or a spaghetti-shaped flying carpet flying in midair.

These magic items are treasures of the huge organization of the Sorcerer League, in the last ages.

If an unregistered sneaky thief breaks into it, what will be waiting for him will be an array of everywhere-even if he can break free from imprisonment and get rid of desperate cash, he will encounter difficulties when going up the stairs.

All the stairs in this building are constantly changing and twisting, and a little carelessness will lead to a dizzy dilemma, and then the Transmission Formation engraved on the stair steps will be transmitted to a dark place. Dungeon.

Take a step back. If the intruder is strong enough to ignore all obstacles in the museum and wantonly looting the collections in the museum, he will surely be destroyed at the top of the museum.

Because the leader of the Sorcerer League, Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One, lives in the highest place.

The bald woman hovered above the futon, her eyes closed and meditated.

As I breathed in and out, Ether slowly made waves around me.

She wore a majestic yellow robe, with several unknown classics floating around her. In the classics, the golden light circulated, projecting one after another cumbersome and mysterious rice grain characters into the air.

Each character contains countless amounts of information, and these ancient words full of spell wisdom originate from those senior sages who have overcome difficulties on the road of spell.

Passing down the fire, keep watch and help each other, this is the meaning of the sorcerer alliance.

For a long time, Ancient One sorcerer, who drew nourishment from the wisdom of the sages, opened his eyes, spits out one mouthful of impure air, and his face was slightly tired.

"Foreign Domain god's footsteps are approaching again."

She muttered to herself, slowly floating down from in midair, her footsteps were a little staggering.

Waiting for the faithful dísciple on the sidelines-a Chinese named "Wang" immediately stepped forward, held her steadily, and asked anxiously: "Master, you..."

"I'm fine."

Ancient One shook the head, freed from the support of the king, each minding their own business walked to the end of the triangular attic, staring at the glittering face grass.

The outside sunlight encountered obstacles when trying to cross this layer of glass. What can really penetrate through is not the rays of light in reality, but the phantoms from the future.

Ancient One sorcerer strained her face, and she could vaguely see the future half and half of her claws.

The bell of Big Ben rang at midnight, and London turned into a sea of ​​fire!

Houses collapsed in the flames, civilians wailed and were mercilessly slaughtered, blood dyed reddened the Thames, and the steps of Westminster Abbey were full of corpses.

A very small number of survivors formed a resistance force, resisting the invasion of evil forces, but turned into dust under the huge shadow of the final arrival.

In the world line that Ancient One sorcerer could see, London died.

"This kind of future must be stopped."

Sorcerer Supreme muttered to himself, touching the attic glass with his fingertips, as if he was going to pass through this barrier. Hold the future direction in your hands.

For a long time, Ancient One came back to his senses, looked towards dísciple, and said indifferently: "also what's the matter?"

Wang pursed his lips and replied: "That Ten Mandarin of Rings, waiting to see you downstairs."

"Mandarin?"

An image of a thin old man appeared in the mind of Ancient One, and said unswervingly: "What is he going to do?"

Wang hesitated for a moment, but still said: "He said...he wants to borrow some money from you."