Marvel Wizard

obviously.

The current swordsman could no longer answer the boy's question. A group of nonsense guys standing in front of Marin were planning to take a step further.

"He's the only one. Look what does this guy call us? 'It?' Hahaha, what are we? We are the devils in the night!"

The disgusting screams and arrogant attitude made Marin even think whether these guys with bad views are considered 'human beings'.

The word "strength in numbers" is actually very obvious sometimes when used in analogies, but this theory often seems very funny to magicians. Marin is indifferent to the threats of gangsters from motorcycle gangs.

This seems to annoy them

"Kill him! Get the stuff back!"

The Irishman with a heavy accent raised the cigarette rod in his teeth when he spoke, which reminded Marin of something.

Then the little ghost head looked back at the swordsman who was still under fire. At least eight minutes had passed as time continued to pass. If it were an ordinary person, he would have died, but this swordsman is still not familiar with it~

‘Looks like we got the wrong person’

Very tangled thoughts echoed in the boy's mind. Marin mistook the knifeman for a member of the Asian and Irish gangs who had robbed at the street corner, but now it seemed that he was a third party.

In addition, it seems that it is because of my own interference that things have become like this. Should I kill them?

"Wow, you guys are so disgusting!"

Marin put his hand into his hood and made a face. The little kid didn't care about these guys at all because of their playful intentions. Instead, he thought that he would need to be more familiar to show his grandeur~

In the dark night, except for a pair of red and white eyes moving under black sunglasses, which made people feel strange, the small Marin stood in front of the speeding party without any appearance.

I just heard the order from the leader of this group of guys - open fire!

‘Da da da da da da’

The swarm of bullets came out of the barrel and swept across the front. The concentrated fire effect could even shatter a large tree that only three men could hug in one second. The smell of gunpowder smoke and gunpowder filled the alley.

But Marin remained motionless, or it could be said that the boy protected his hands hidden under the cloak very well!

‘Buzz! ! ’

The magic halo comes from the release of the Dharma Ring!

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!"

'Shuh! '

I saw that the black robe on the left side of Marin seemed to be moving. Under the chill of the night, the complete trajectory of the flying ammunition could not be clearly seen, but starting from the corner of Marin's clothes, there seemed to be a suction force that pulled all the trajectory away. Breathe it in.

In fact, it is space magic that works again, which is more domineering than the space gate transformed by Ancient One. Marin can use this power without turning on the gold. The pure domineering from magic will distort part of the real space and generate pulling force. Substance is replaced with what passes within.

The difference and entropy generated from entering one space into another will be directly fed back from the other place, and more powerful destructive forces will act on these trajectories.

The incoming gunpowder is like a buzzing typewriter. The name Chicago typewriter has been talked about by all gangsters since the last century. The sweet roar of these simple and practical good things is really pleasing to the eye.

But when the bullets flying out of Marin's other hand surged with a more terrifying roar,

‘Bang bang bang bang! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ’

Each bullet is like a separate giant cannon. Even the basic outer armor of the American Type 1 main battle tank can be easily torn apart. Marin secretly chuckled under the hood, looking like hell on earth. Coming soon!

‘Puff-puff-puff-puff! ! ! ! ! ! ’

The violent destructive power penetrates the flesh, crushes fat, destroys muscles and bones, and creates a symphony of flesh and blood. Under the moonlight of this dark night, it is simply amazing.

This is a massacre, a massacre without any suspense

"Say! Who sent you here?! Uh-huh~" the gangster stepped on the shoulder of the last surviving guy and said.

After getting close to these motorcycle gangs whose bodies were broken by him at a certain moment, Marin already understood their identities. They were a group of vampires, or a mixed team of vampires and ghosts.

Such creatures from the dark side are not uncommon in the filthy place of Hell's Kitchen. This is not the first time that Marin has seen them. With their strong vitality and no other weaknesses except silver and garlic essence, perhaps Except that sunlight can completely kill them from the material level, there is no way in this world that can completely destroy them humanely.

Looking at the vampires who were still struggling but actually had no room to resist, Marin tied their leader with a magic chain.

"I will tie you here and wait for the sun to come. Do you want to see the sun rise from the east?" Marin said cruelly to these vampires in a young and immature voice with mature and ruthless determination.

But at the same time, he could see the other side of the scene; in fact, after learning that these guys were vampires, Marin put out the fire on the swordsman inside.

The guy is in a coma now, but it's not difficult to find out his identity from the vampire's confession. It's already very obvious.

Who else in the Day Walker would call this ugly code name, only Blade? In the secret circle, Blade's name is only for vampires, and he is completely uninterested in other gangsters.

So it seems that Marin was passively involved in a huge dispute because of old man Stick's mission.

"Hmm~ I'll give me more money later!!" The little devil thought nonchalantly. Maybe in Marin's eyes, even if the matter got into trouble now, it could still be considered a perfect solution.

In addition to leaving a pair of messes and scraps of meat, the vampire's body will probably disappear when the sun comes the next day. The photophobia property of this dark creature is simply amazing, and there is no need to leave it for people to clean up. ~

Marin squinted his eyes and took a final look at the little vampire leader.

He said again: "I'll give you a chance to choose. Do you know what's in this?"

Marin took out the gate. Before the mission, Stick did not tell Marin what was inside, but now Marin wanted to know these things driven by curiosity.

As a 'wizard' who stands in the same dark circle as a vampire, how can I do this if I don't have any idea?

When the sand sculpture boy was still thinking about how to use the value of the things in the gate to extort a large sum of money from the old man Stick, little did he know that a pursuit from the magic side was about to come!

'Om! ! ! ! ! ! '

The buzzing sound of magic is like Spider-Man's Spider-Sense ability, but it is only for a single magic. Unlike all the crisis warnings of Spider-Man, Marin only feels chills.