Marvel Wizard

"I said - stop!"

The Power of Dormammu

The black magic light wheel was released from Marin's hand, and under the synchronous pull, the target motorcycle's tire was wrapped in a metal chain at the position locked by magic, which was a material element made of magic.

‘Crack! ! ! ! ’

With a pull, Marin pulled the motorcycle down. The magic released from high altitude was almost impossible to avoid. The huge pulling force forced the motorcycle to stop before the other party could react!

'squeak'

The stagnantly rotating tire rubbed a black mark on the ground, and then continued to push forward, causing the driver on the motorcycle to lose his balance and fall forward!

But unlike Marin's expectation, the force of the swing did not cause the opponent to fall. Instead, after a forward roll, the black swordsman actually disappeared into the darkness at the corner of the street again!

"Want to run away again?! Don't even think about it!"

Marin sneered, and at the same time, his magic vision had completely locked the opponent's position. If the swordsman who lost his motorcycle couldn't run fast, then Marin, who was destined to occupy the high ground, could attack him at will!

‘Fire—boom! ’

A ball of fire appeared from Marin's hand, and the magical flame burned the soul. Marin threw it out, penetrating the material and attacking the foundation of the living body. Using the soul as nourishment is more domineering than the fire of hell. This is the dark latitude erosion of the soul.

As the flames fell, the scarlet human form that could be seen in Marin's sight also stopped. Marin slowly descended and held a magic buckler floating in mid-air, keeping still at a relatively high altitude. Finally saw the other party’s true face!

"Thief!" Marin shouted, and at the same time he could see the flames burning on the other party's body.

But even so, this man still did not try to loosen the brake on his body.

'click'

Severe pain gnawed at his soul, but compared with ordinary people, this pain was not fatal. The swordsman's vision began to blur, but the figure of Marin hidden under the black robe gradually approached, making him feel crisis!

'when! '

As expected, the full moon was instantly killed

Marin, who moved a step slower, felt something flash before his eyes, but soon a sword not far from Marin's body told him that it was a counterattack from the opponent.

Magic bucklers are stronger than ordinary materials, and the strength of the magic depends on the user's own magic strength and willpower; for example, Wizard Modo and Dr. Strange both use magic shields, so the early magic level of Dr. Strange is lower than Modo. He can still create a strong shield that cannot be broken by Modo because of his firm will.

The brat Marin can't be said to be strong-willed, but he has sufficient guarantees on the quality of magic. The cheap dark magic tricked from Dormammu is inexhaustible. Marin can even pat his chest and say responsibly, just Not even a nuclear bomb can kill him.

Although the swordsman's edge was sharp, it could not hurt Marin at all, but the burning in his soul warned him that he must fight quickly!

However, before he chose to take action again

'whoosh~'

Using space phase magic, Marin stretched out his hand and held it forward. A hole just as thick as a child's wrist opened in front, but then another hole opened near the swordsman's belt.

“You stole something from me—give it back!”

'Swish'

Marin pushed his magic power forward, squeezing the force field from all directions to form a stagnant area. The swordsman found that his breathing was almost passively suppressed. Except for the fact that his mind could still move, everything he could see and touch around him had become stagnant. Some kind of change.

‘ding ding’

The traces of magic are quite obvious on the ground. The basic magic released by the six-pointed star for the bottom array has obvious black spell characteristics. Marin's black magician is fully exposed.

But obviously what he sees in the eyes of the swordsman opposite is not these things. A person's level of knowledge depends on his knowledge. At least for this black swordsman, Marin's identity does not seem to be what a little kid shows.

"Who are you - a wizard?!!!"

"wizard?"

Marin, who was under the black robe, was suddenly stunned. This was the first time he heard someone call him that. Can a black magician also be called a wizard?

Marin didn't know, but obviously the guy opposite knew a lot.

“Haha, whatever you want, but then again, who do you belong to—the thief?!”

Returning the original words, Marin looked at the swordsman trapped in the core of the magic circle with a mocking look. The gate in his hand was very stable. Marin believed that this time he was sure of it and things would not be lost again.

The child's playful nature made Marin think about how to deal with the thief who stole his things. Now he wants to teach the other party a profound lesson, preferably revenge that hurts his bones!

"Have you ever experienced what it feels like to be burned?"

"What?!" The swordsman's heart was still aching. The burning feeling of black magic's soul was not pleasant. Although the damage he suffered was much lower than that of ordinary people, it still impressed him deeply.

Another round of more powerful flames rose from the ground, and the underground fire light pillar released from the core range of the black magic circle spurted out, and the powerful fire light could even be seen from the entire block.

The power channels connecting to the outside world flow in and out of Marin's eyes. The red color seems to be bottomless, and the white ghostly color looks like a terrifying skeleton, which is frightening!

"Go to hell and say hello to Mephisto for me. Remember my name, the person who killed you - Marin!"

'boom'

The flames broke out, and the robe that seemed to be windless and automatic in the black impact made Marin still standing motionless at the street corner. Looking at the swordsman boy who was still struggling in the confinement circle, he didn't feel the slightest bit unbearable.

Maybe Marin has been accustomed to this feeling for many years. He only kills people for food and water. No one who has a relationship with Dormammu, regardless of age or sex, is merciful!

Marin deeply agrees with this

So far, the only thing that slightly surprised Marin was the swordsman's powerful vitality. Maybe he was an esper or something else. It didn't matter anyway.

The kid raised his head and wanted to leave. There was no point in staying here, but a group of uninvited guests soon caught up from the other side of the street and attracted Marin's attention again!

"Hey~ a wizard?! And a daywalker!"

They are a group of motorcycle gangs. The motorcycle gangs that roamed the western United States gradually disappeared from people's sight with the evolution of history. However, with the return of contemporary retro style, thanks to a certain 3k, this group of lawless gangsters once again There are signs of revival.

Punk-style dress, ferocious appearance, eccentric behavior, and finally a menacing appearance, with long guns and cannons and baseball bats as standard equipment

The answer is already obvious.

"Are you here to cause trouble? Hey, are they your people?" Marin used 'it' instead of 'he', which was an insult, but it was not this group of motorcycle gangs that Marin was asking about. The object of the boy's question was the swordsman struggling in the flames.

The guy was actually not dead yet. He had been burned for at least five minutes. An ordinary person might have been eight-year-old by now, but from the outside, the swordsman didn't even have many traces of burns.

When did Dormammu's flames become so ineffective? Marin frowned and felt unhappy