Marvel's Necromancer

"People like us have been called many names in history," Ivan said while cutting steak in his hand: "Wizards, warlocks, cultists, and blasphemers. The most common name is necromancer."

"According to my teacher, the official title should be Priest Rasma."

"Teacher?" Colson repeated in a low voice. There was indeed someone else behind this person, and there might even be an organization.

Ivan ignored Colson's distraction and continued:

"The power I have mastered is a kind of magic, a kind of knowledge, a kind of mystery, and an ability that can be obtained through learning and practice."

As soon as they heard that they could learn, Coulson and Natasha looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes. If these abilities can be learned, then there is a lot of room for maneuver.

"It's your turn to ask questions." Ivan gave the right to speak to Colson and Natasha. Firstly, it made the two of them feel that the situation was under control. Secondly, they asked them what they asked, and I said mine. What did they want to say? It's better to say something than to accidentally say something stupid.

Colson thought about his words for a moment, but Natasha said nothing, apparently intending to observe from the sidelines.

"What kind of abilities or magic do you necromancers... or priests of Rathma master?" Coulson asked a very critical question as soon as he opened his mouth. They wanted to have a general understanding of Ivan's abilities.

"That's a lot. A qualified necromancer usually masters a lot of black magic, resurrecting the dead, blood and bones, curses and poisons. These are all schools that a necromancer must learn."

"Sounds like..." Colson didn't know how to evaluate it. He thought it would be like in the mysterious legend, turning mice into horses, pumpkins into carriages, hiding behind the crucible and punching the big nose. Bat leg hair pharmaceuticals and the like, these sound more, "evil."

"It's not the power that's evil, it's the will behind the manipulation of power." Ivan retorted.

"But power can get out of control." Coulson said.

"My magic won't. It's definitely within my control."

"Why are you so sure?" Coulson asked.

"The original magic power is part of my body. Will your fingers betray your palms?" Ivan retorted, stuffing the cut steak into his mouth.

"The Force?" Natasha suddenly spoke. She wondered if she heard it wrong. The Force is the kind that picks up a light tube and waves it around to make a buzzing sound?

When Ivan heard that he almost turned into a Jedi Knight, the food in his mouth almost got stuck in the middle of swallowing. He covered his mouth and coughed several times before he recovered.

"It's not the Force, it's the original magic power." Ivan explained helplessly. The last time he was regarded as a Jedi Knight was when he was chatting with the White Spider.

"So," Colson said, whether it is round power or square power, how does this ability...magic work? "Mr. Ivan, can you show us your magic?"

"Let me think about it." Ivan thought for a moment, raised his hand, and a black mist spread from the air.

A two-meter-tall skeletal warrior walked out of the black mist holding a blood-stained scimitar. He stood behind Ivan and scanned the two people present with his empty eyes.

"This is my undead servant, the skeleton warrior, the magic of resurrecting the dead." Ivan pointed to the photo on the table, "It's the one captured in the video."

Although Coulson had seen it on video before and more than once in photos later, this was the first time he had come face to face with this evil creature that only appeared in legends.

Suppressing the instinctive fear of the undead among the living, Coulson carefully observed this unprecedented "dead spirit". However, due to the angle of view, Coulson stood up from the booth. Even so , Colson still had to look up and observe.

How strong is it? Coulson thought to himself.

Ivan seemed to have seen through Colson's thoughts and explained: "It has extremely strong fighting ability. At least," he glanced at Natasha and said, "it can defeat this lady one-on-one."

Natasha curled her lips secretly. She really couldn't deal with this kind of skeleton in a one-on-one fight. She couldn't even find the vital point of this thing, but purely in terms of fighting skills? She didn't believe that a few bone sticks could be stronger than her. But in order to maintain the harmonious atmosphere, she did not speak to refute.

Black Widow's expression management ability is at the level of a super agent. Ivan did not notice her psychological changes and continued to explain the Skeleton Warrior's abilities, just like a salesman who wanted to sell his goods.

"Cold and ruthless, no need to eat or rest, very strong." The only flaw is that he is a fool except for fighting. Ivan cursed a few times.

"Does it have self-awareness?" Coulson asked curiously.

"No, the pain and torture caused by imprisoning a dead soul on a corpse is far beyond what others can imagine. There is no need to torture an innocent soul." Ivan's subtext was that he could do it if necessary.

"Guardian of Bones." Ivan introduced as he waved his wand, and three translucent white bone shields appeared beside him, rotating around him. "This is a defensive magic. I'm not very proficient in this kind of magic." Because there are no skill points.

"It can withstand small-caliber pistol bullets at close range. It can also withstand rifle bullets at a slightly farther distance. At this distance, it cannot block the fire of anti-material sniper rifles." Ivan said and glanced out the window. From the two people As soon as he entered the door, with the keen sense given to him by the Necromancer, he noticed that something was aiming at him a few hundred meters away. It was most likely a sniper rifle. S.H.I.E.L.D. shouldn’t be using missile RPGs or other big killers on the streets, right? Ivan is still murmuring in his heart.

"The sniper team is closing in." Coulson gave the order through the headset. "I'm sorry, this is a necessary process."

"Other magics are too powerful and may affect other people's lives, so I won't demonstrate them one by one." Ivan raised his hand to take back the skeleton, not intending to expose all his trump cards.

Colson watched the skeleton mysteriously disappear in the black mist, and was full of curiosity about this mysterious power. But he still remembered that Ivan just said that this kind of power can be obtained through learning!

"So, this kind of power," Coulson wanted to put it more tactfully, "this kind of magic, can everyone learn it?"

Ivan tilted his head, thought for a while, and decided to speak out: "Not everyone is qualified to learn, and some special talents are needed."

"What kind of talent is needed to learn?" Natasha couldn't sit still and asked.

"Sound limbs, healthy, intelligent, and determined." The kind who can survive to receive the entire set of Necromancer training.

"If it's just to this extent," Colson said with a look of surprise in his eyes, "we have many people who can meet this standard."

"It's not as simple as you think." Ivan shook his head. "Whether it's the pain of separation between soul and body, or the despair of being exposed to death, there may not be one ordinary person among thousands of people who can complete the training of a necromancer."

"If it's not done," Ivan sneered. "Have you heard of lichs? Their final fate is similar to that of lichs. These unreliable apprentices themselves are the first undead to be resurrected. They will go insane during training and tear their own flesh and blood from their bodies. Then, the out-of-control energy transformed him into a dead soul without self-consciousness, wandering aimlessly in the world amidst his wailing."

These are all compiled by Ivan. What is said in the Book of Karan is not so terrifying. The worst is to become a living corpse without self-awareness. However, in the dark world, every necromancer's seedling has no regard for death. Spiritual mages are extremely precious, and they are protected by their teachers throughout the entire training process. It cannot be said to be 100% safe, but it is also 90% safe.

Of course, you can't tell Coulson and the others this, these are Ivan's bargaining chips.

"There are only a few of you magicians, right?" Colson asked, half pity and half testing.

"My teacher is the last Rasma priest left in this world. Now he has also left this world, so I am the last one." Ivan noticed that the eyes of the two people became strange, and he quickly explained:

"Don't get me wrong, what I mean is that my teacher received an order to go to other worlds." Ivan threw out another setting.

"We are the guardians of the world. We learned the way of balance from the great guardians of the world, maintain the balance of the world, and are committed to protecting the world from being invaded by powerful outsiders." Ivan told Colson and the other two Listen, he also said it to a certain big bald man who might be eavesdropping. After all, he suddenly appeared in the world and looked like a very evil necromancer. He didn't believe that there was a supreme bald man who could see the past and the future. Notice him.

"Let's be honest," Ivan looked at the remaining steak and hesitated, but in order to increase his credibility, he pushed the plate aside.

"I don't want to go against others for no reason. I want to gain the friendship of SHIELD." Ivan tried his best to be sincere. At this time, he couldn't directly talk about cooperation. After all, who are you? You can do a few tricks to get SHIELD to trust you? What are you talking about?

Ivan followed his plan step by step: showing his differences, showing his power, hinting that he has a background, making SHIELD think that his existence is beneficial to them, showing his willingness not to cause trouble, and finally Just pretend to be cool, now you're just short of the last one, right?

Coulson and Natasha exchanged glances and agreed that the situation might be better than previously thought.

"Last question, Mr. Ivan." Coulson admitted that he was a little tempted by this mysterious mage. Of course, it was not about feelings, but because he wanted those mysterious magics to be used by SHIELD. "Would you like to work for S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Fuck you, am I talking so much in vain? Ivan almost rolled his eyes. His original goal was to either cooperate with the two or to have nothing to do with each other. He could just use a few anti-equipment sniper rifles to aim at his head. He didn't want to work for SHIELD every day, work hard. There are those superheroes, so I just want to be an NPC that beeps on the side.

"I don't have the intention at the moment." Ivan rejected Colson.

Colson didn't think he could succeed in recruiting at first, but he just felt it was a pity. He and Natasha stood up and said goodbye to Ivan. There would be no more gains if they continued to talk. They were ready to end the conversation and go back to Heilun. Director Egg is wrong, Director Nick reports.

"Colson." Ivan suddenly called Colson from behind.

"The darkness is about to rise and time is running out."

"What do you mean?" Colson frowned, not knowing what inexplicable words Ivan was talking about.

It means I'm showing off. Ivan thought to himself and shook his head at the two of them, saying that he could not say more and had no intention of explaining. He pulled the plate back to him and started eating.

Colson looked at Ivan who was immersed in hard work, remembered the words "Darkness Rising" in his heart, and planned to go back and report to Nick together.