Marvel's Necromancer

Late at night, it was almost three o'clock in the morning, there were no pedestrians on the street, and a crazy crowd was partying indoors.

"Is this here?" Ivan stood opposite the bar and looked at the street, watching the drunken people coming out of the bar door in twos and threes to get some air.

Ivan's extraordinary hearing even allowed him to hear the intense breathing coming from the alley and nearby shaking.

"New York, New York, this is New York." Ivan was amazed at the openness of New York youth.

Ivan adjusted his black robe and confirmed that there was no problem with the aura of death covering his face. He walked across the deserted road late at night and walked straight to the main entrance of the bar.

The security guard at the door of the bar checks the stamps on the arms of people entering and exiting. This is proof that they have paid the entrance fee. There are always some people who can't find the money to sneak in.

But it's already very late now. The nightclub closes at four o'clock. There aren't many people coming in and out, and the security has become lax.

"Have you seen that weirdo?" A young man dressed in unconventional clothing stretched out his arm to show the security guard the luminous seal on it, said casually, and then went in. "What a weirdo. He's not going to come in, is he? Huh?"

"Hi! You..." The security guard heard the words and looked over. He saw Ivan in black robe approaching the door of the bar. He was about to step forward to stop Ivan. Suddenly, he felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He could not move his limbs and froze in place. .

Ivan walked past the security guard without any pause and entered the bar unimpeded.

The light in the bar is dim, the colorful lights are blurry, the exciting music echoes in the ears, and the strong sense of rhythm makes people want to sway their limbs to the rhythm. Women wearing heavy makeup are swaying sexily on the dance floor, and they are face to face with strange men. From time to time, he laughed loudly at a dirty joke.

Ivan was wearing a black robe and watching all of this calmly. Everything in the nightclub had nothing to do with him. He only cared about where the person he was looking for was.

Ivan stretched out his hand to stop the passing male waiter and asked him: "Where is William?"

"William?" Hesitation flashed across the waiter's ugly, acne-covered face. He didn't answer hastily, but looked up and down at Ivan, who was dressed strangely, and replied irritably: "We don't have a name here. William’s.”

After saying that, he turned and left.

Ivan stood there for a while. His strange dress was too eye-catching in this nightclub where people generally dressed in cool and sexy clothes. Many people around him secretly pointed at him.

"Why did this weirdo come in?" The non-mainstream young man from before was sitting in the booth and looked up at Ivan with disgust. "What a weirdo."

"Look at those hot girls!" His companion pulled his arm.

"Where is the hot girl? Where is she?" The non-mainstream young man immediately gave up paying attention to Ivan, a weirdo, and turned around to look for the hot girl mentioned by his companion.

"Where is William?" Ivan turned his head and asked the dead soul around him. The people around him could not see the dead soul, and could only hear the black-robed weirdo talking to himself. This was just to add a piece of ironclad evidence to the impression that he was a weirdo. .

The dead soul seemed a little confused in this noisy environment. It turned around and looked around, and pointed out a direction. Ivan looked in the direction pointed by the dead soul. The male waiter with a bruised face was talking to him. A handsome man spoke and pointed at him.

"So you are William?" Ivan's eyes fell on the handsome man. He pushed away the crowd in front of him and walked straight to the booth where William was.

"Are you William?" Ivan asked gently, standing in front of William.

"I am William." The handsome man looked up and down at Ivan, who was dressed strangely. He reached out to touch the pistol resting on his thigh, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. You could clearly see the tongue beads embedded in his tongue.

"Are you the one who sells the movie fans?"

"Are you interested?" William picked up the wine glass, the red liquid with ice cubes swaying under the blurry light.

"Where did you get the goods?"

William realized that this weird man in black robe had bad intentions. His handsome face had a gloomy expression. His hand under the table raised a pistol where Ivan could see it, threatening Ivan to follow him out.

This played into Ivan's wish. He also wanted to find a secluded corner to have a good chat with the man named William. When he turned around, his face under the hood frowned. This William had an unusual smell.

"Get out." William held up the gun, pushed Ivan, and pushed Ivan out of the back door of the bar.

There is a light hanging at the back door of the bar. At this time, there is no one else except Ivan and William, which makes it convenient for the two people with evil intentions to make their own plans.

"Who asked you to come?" William pressed his gun against Ivan's back and asked.

Ivan said nothing, he took half a step forward, mentally calculating the distance between him and William.

"Who asked you to come?" William repeated again. "Rotten nose? Iron hook? Or...forget it."

Ivan felt that the strange smell was getting stronger and stronger, and he became alert. The bone dagger slipped from his sleeve and fell into his right hand.

"I happen to be hungry." Ivan didn't know what was happening behind him, and the alarm bell rang in his heart. He took a step forward hastily, and the bone dagger in his hand lit up the pale light and waved it gently.

Under Ivan's magic, the masonry ground behind him cracked, and a monster made of soil broke out of the ground and rushed towards William.

Ivan added another bone armor to himself. Under the protection of three slightly transparent energy shields, Ivan turned around and looked over with peace of mind.

William was suddenly punched by the Clay Stone Demon and flew into the air, hitting the trash can at the back door of the bar. At this time, William's appearance changed. His skin became paler, his eyes seemed to glow with red light, and blue veins popped up on his face. He opened his mouth and screamed, and his mouth was full of fangs.

"The breath of the undead?" Ivan looked at William who fell to the ground in surprise. He seemed to be a vampire?

Damn it, why are there vampires in the Marvel world?

Before Ivan could be surprised, William rolled over and climbed up from the ground. As fast as a cheetah, he bypassed the slower clay stone demon and pounced on Ivan.

Ivan was wearing bone armor. Although he didn't know how powerful vampire William was yet, he had plenty of ways to deal with this kind of miscellaneous fish.

Ivan was faster than the vampire. He let go of the wand, reached out and grabbed William's neck, using the original magic power to freeze William's figure. The bone dagger directly penetrated William's chest.

Although this is not a vital point for vampires, the magic attached to the bone dagger that targets undead creatures is still activated. There is a look of disbelief in William's eyes. He struggled hard, but he could only open his mouth wide and reveal a set of fangs. In the sound of wailing, Turned into a ball of ashes and dispersed in the wind.

What do you mean, brother, I don’t know how many generations of vampires are fighting in close combat with orthodox jugglers? Do you know that I have activated the flash technique? Ivan kept making fun of himself, patted the vampire ashes on his hands, glanced at the clay stone demon that was falling apart because he lost his wand, bent down to pick up the wand that fell to the ground, and canceled the clay stone demon. the call.

The clay stone demon turned into a piece of soil in an instant.

Ivan raised his hand to put away the dazed soul of the vampire, took off the magic bottle used to summon the gangsters from his belt, unscrewed the mouth of the bottle and poured the blood mixed with hair on the ground, and muttered:

"You led the way for me, and I let you go. No matter you go to the underworld, hell, or the spirit world, you must remember how good I am to you."

By the way, does Marvel have these places? Ivan muttered in his mind.

He sensed that the ghost of the gangster stayed at the place where he poured out the blood. He paused blankly for a while and then suddenly disappeared, leaving only some death breath and soul echo.

Ivan clicked his tongue. This was the first time he had seen the whole process of soul disappearing. Could it have been taken away by the God of Death or a seducer?

I hope that detaining the soul of the deceased will not affect the performance of the God of Death, and then he will come to settle the score, right? Ivan was suddenly amused by his own thoughts.

"It's a bit of a waste." Ivan looked at the place where the ghosts disappeared and felt a little pity.

What an unusual night. Ivan sighed, put away the lingering soul echo and breath of death in the alley, climbed over the wall and left.