I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Scattered little stars.

A little golden man is dancing in the mountains and forests near Sokovia.

It spins in circles happily.

It didn't notice that a hammer fell from the sky.

"Bang!"

"Ba la la!"

The protoss was startled.

He ran and hid behind a tree.

After a while, it poked its head out, tilting its head in confusion.

It ran to the hammer with its short legs, spun around in circles, and kicked it with its feet.

Seems to be very interested in this thing.

It tried to lift the thing, but it only held it for a long time, and the hammer only shook.

Wiping away the non-existent sweat, Xingling thought of another method.

"boom!"

The explosion rang in his ears, and the protoss was frightened again.

Fiona stepped out, holding a palm-sized golden compass in her hand.

"Brilliant star spirit." Fiona bowed slightly and saluted.

The star spirit poked its head out and saw a wizard, and ran out happily.

Fiona said respectfully: "Minister Weasley asked you to assist in this Sokovia incident."

Hearing this, Xingling clapped her little hands on her chest in assurance.

Fiona did not look down upon the weak appearance of the thing in front of her.

In the magical world, there are legends about the stars.

This is a divine miracle of creation.

Only Magic Headquarters knows where these protoss are.

Each protoss will change over time and in its environment.

This is the case with the star spirit in front of me. It has lived in the forest for a long time and has powerful power of the earth.

Moreover, the star spirits are extremely pure and will not be affected by evil from the outside world. They appear in every place where there is a wizard.

He is the eternal guardian of wizards.

At Fiona's invitation, the protoss jumped up and plunged into the earth as if diving.

Fiona took a few steps and looked back at the hammer that fell there.

A hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

The top priority is to resolve the situation in Sokovia.

"We follow the guidance of the great Witch-King."

Fiona looked at the recovering city, the fire in her eyes changed from the previous elegance and calmness.

I can't calm down when I think about the people I might see.

The things she had to accomplish made her heart beat faster.

"The whole world looks this way." She tightened her wand.

...

"Mr. Wick?"

Martha ran over happily and stood in front of John. She stopped again.

"But... why?"

The living John stood in front of him.

Not long ago, he saw John's body being taken away with his own eyes.

He also personally activated his ability to trap John and was killed by the slain god's bullet.

All this happened in front of everyone.

Even Jonathan couldn't help but think about it.

From beginning to end, everyone thought that John was dead.

"Am I dead?" John said with a faint smile, "It's really an interesting question."

"However, I don't mind answering." John came to the place where the ring fell.

He picked up the ring and put it on his hand, and a heart floated up and landed in his hand.

"Golden apples not only give people beauty, but also bring wisdom."

There is a bullet embedded in the golden heart, and golden runes wrap around the heart like shackles.

The heart he worked so hard to create was not meant to be used as a weakness.

Immortality.

Use the power of four limited gems plus the wonder of magic.

The Reality Stone gives a human body.

The Mind Stone grants true thoughts.

The time stone gives the flow of time.

The space gem gives movement a trajectory.

Magic gives false souls.

This is the immortal mind.

A magical heart that beats forever.

The wizard's hairy heart.

"So you are not afraid at all, we will kill you." Jonathan, who wanted to understand all this, smiled bitterly.

No wonder John felt confident enough to break into the team of conspirators who possessed the blood of the Forbidden Demon and the power of the God of Death.

"I just have a habit of adding an extra layer of insurance to my actions."

Putting his heart away casually, John touched his chin, "I originally thought that your arrival was because of his interference."

"Now it seems that is not the case." He looked at Jonathan, "Now, it's time to tell me, what is the reason for your arrival?"

Jonathan looked into the distance.

In this city that fell from a high place, there were constant explosions of disembodiment.

Aurors appeared one after another, wearing black windbreakers and standing on high rooftops.

Below there is a wizard with a silver hand symbol waving his wand, and the damage is quickly repaired.

"My reason..." Jonathan murmured, "is you."

"Oh?" John was a little surprised.

Jonathan said, "A dream."

"A true dream."

"It's also a test." Jonathan raised his head and looked at John. "A test for John Wick."

“All John Wick.”

Jonathan looked complicated, "Including me."

John was lost in thought.

"I saw everything in my dream, saw my bullets going into your chest, and I had to do this."

"This is revenge," Jonathan said.

"Just like you did in your world." John heard this and said, "Your wife."

"That was a curse. I always thought it was a disease," Jonathan said solemnly. "After I completed all my revenge, the person in the dream told me that the curse killed my wife."

"So you think it was me?" John asked.

Seeing Jonathan nod, John said, "What's your conclusion?"

"It couldn't be you," Jonathan shook his head. "Maybe it was a certain John."

"I will not stop," he said firmly, "I will find that person and kill him."

"Complete the ultimate revenge."

John begins to understand why Jonathan is the god of death.

His paranoia and unyielding will will not die in the hands of anyone.

Mortals without magic have a will that even magic cannot shake.

That is love and transubstantiation.

As for how he came to this world, a possibility emerged in John's mind.

"A dream?"

Only dreams can transcend everything.

Be it time or space.

John narrowed his eyes.

Jonathan stood up, the blade of the knife covering the pierced wound.

The vitality of a vampire is very strong. For an ordinary person, this injury would be enough to kill him.

But the blade can still move.

"You are a special person, John." Jonathan stared at John and said, "This world is also special."

"What that person said is not unreasonable. Every John Wick will lose the most important person." Jonathan looked past John and fell on Martha, saying, "Here is what other Johns pursue."

"It's just deceiving yourself." John said noncommittally.

People who do not belong to the same world, no matter how familiar they are, are still unfamiliar.

"That's why you are special." Jonathan said deeply, "Because you understand this truth, but other Johns don't understand it."

"They are all selfish and paranoid."

Jonathan and Blade supported each other and they left here.

John watched them go further and further until they disappeared into the rebuilt city.

"Is it special?"

John recalled the other man's words in his mind.

In that world, critics seemed absent.

John Wick will lose the person he values ​​the most, and this follows every John like a curse.

Memories from my youth flooded my mind, and my family members who almost died were entangled with the shackles woven by fate.

The red mark on the Elder Wand was so eye-catching that John reached out and touched it gently.

"It's not me you're looking for."

An indescribable feeling welled up inside him.

Obviously in my memory, I had such a period.

But the different feelings produced by different people made him unable to face the woman looking for Yadani and have more emotions.

strangeness.

Like a bystander witnessing an encounter.

It doesn't bring much emotion inside.

The three heads of a rune snake.

Critics harp on finding faults to criticize.

Few runes live long.

The other two heads will attack because of the critic's words, causing the life of one body and three bodies to pass away.

The critic is also the only one with fangs among the three heads.

He has fangs and the ability to question.

John looked into the distance.

In the sky, the figure of a helicopter propeller appeared.

This period of time is enough for the whole world to know that such a big event happened in a small country in Eastern Europe.

John put his thoughts aside for the time being, and the city was quickly rebuilt and repaired under the influence of the wizard.

Ultron sends the city into the sky, which will destroy all of humanity.

just now……

Wizards are the saviors of mankind.

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