I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

"No!"

The blade jumped out, and the silver blade in his hand was aimed at John and struck down.

Golden dragon scales cover the body. He reaches for the white blade with his bare hands, catches the blade and flips it over.

The hilt of the sword was released, and the blade immediately turned around.

But it was too late.

Silver covered John's arm, and the gems on the back of his hand glowed green, making Blade's body immobilized.

Turning the blade gracefully and slowly, he took off the blade's sunglasses and admired the face.

Slowly insert the sharp blade towards the body of the blade.

The flesh was cut open by a sharp blade, and blood seeped out from inside.

As the strength increased, part of it was already submerged.

"You need to enjoy the taste of death slowly."

John put his hands behind his back to relax.

He snapped his fingers and time gradually sped up.

And Blade's body was pierced bit by bit with inertia.

The sword blade emerged from his back, and John looked at Jonathan, "Your plan is to shoot me and then show your stubbornness?"

Jonathan said solemnly: "What kills you is often the insignificance you ignore."

"Thank you for your guidance." John raised his right hand and the gem lit up, "But you are still a trouble, and I don't like trouble."

"That bullet," Jonathan said suddenly, "wasn't meant for you."

"Huh?" John narrowed his eyes.

Jonathan looked up and said, "What I'm aiming at is what you're carrying."

"One thing you don't care about."

As soon as these words came out, John's eyelids jumped wildly.

He looked down, at his chest.

One pendant was cracked.

Jonathan's hoarse and low voice was like the whisper of a vengeful devil.

"Tell me, Witch King, do you have a heart?"

Glass shattered.

The blood inside condensed into a bloody chain, going up the right hand, and the fingers were forcibly pulled apart.

The blood from the wound shattered, and the blood of Martha that wrapped the blood of the Forbidden Demon dispersed.

The blood of the Forbidden Demon merges into the body, stopping the magic.

John turned his head suddenly and saw that Martha's face was pale and she was trying her best to control her blood.

And where he is...

John thought of something.

The Witch King doesn't just attack with magic.

He also has an attack.

A bullet caught John's eye.

A... bullet shot by the Witch King.

And his position follows the play on the blade.

Standing at the beginning.

In other words, the location of that bullet.

facing him.

A great Eastern wizard arrived in America and left behind a sentence that is regarded as a classic.

Use magic against magic.

The God of Death, the Sunwalker, and the Daughter of the Curse.

Use the Witch King to deal with the Witch King.

The bullet fired by the Witch King penetrated the Witch King's heart.

What is not taken seriously is the biggest killer.

The aloof king cannot see the ants.

But the Witch King took the ants with him.

...

Time has become so slow.

John could feel the approaching bullets.

Golden runes shimmered on it.

Ouroboros is in reverse and looks weird as hell.

"Weakness is not an obstacle to survival," John looked extremely calm, "arrogance is."

What he was extremely greedy for was that he seemed to be able to see Ariana holding a little bear outside the ruins that was about to fall.

He could still go further. He saw that his father in New York was secretly watching the top wizard league on time on a magic TV.

A gentle and elegant mother, she answered the phone and talked about trivial matters about the beauty salon.

"What a pity, this world." John sighed, "The only perfect John world."

"Every John loses the person he cherishes most."

Jonathan's wife.

own family.

They have regrets and revenge, and struggle in every world.

This is the only world where family members exist, friends do not grow old, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

His vision stretched again.

He saw it.

In the deep sea, a woman wears a ring on her ring finger.

"A wise man does not fall in love."

The bullet tore the scales on his heart, which was the only thing that could render the Witch King's scales useless.

The Witch King's attack.

It turns out that the end of life is so long.

The power of the God of Death raged in the body, reversing the entry of the Ouroboros and destroying the body's retrospection system.

Cracks appeared in that face.

He is like an empty porcelain man.

More and more cracks were peeling off the body.

Pieces from the heart fell.

A beating heart pierced by a bullet.

Freshly baked magic heart, full of magic heart.

The enemy of magic planned this murder.

That body can no longer support it.

Belong to the king, stand up in the most proud manner.

"I will be back." He looked around lightly, "with my magic and glory."

The collapsed body was destroyed in a standing posture.

The silver ring fell off her fingertips.

The ring rolled on the ground, falling with its holder.

The whole city is free of any restraints.

Quickly smash towards the ground.

Jonathan went over and drew Blade's sword.

Blade's face was covered with sweat, and he said anxiously: "Throw the sword away!"

Jonathan threw the sword without hesitation.

He saw spikes that could instantly destroy the palm pop out from the hilt of the sword.

This is the defense system of blade weapons.

Jonathan walked quickly to Fury again.

Furui was pierced by the wand, kneeling there with blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, muttering: "Why, I can't find you, Yadani."

Blade stood up holding the wound. He looked at Furui and slowly shook his head, "She is no longer alive."

"Is it worth it?"

A question made Jonathan silent.

"I'm sorry, I'm not the person you are looking for." Jonathan knelt down and looked at Furui, "How I wish I was him."

"No, you are not him." Furui shook her head, "No one can replace him."

Dao Feng couldn't help but ask: "What kind of person is he?"

"Him?" Furui was in a daze, "He is someone I want to get close to."

Suddenly, she chuckled, "He didn't even call my name."

It was clear that she was on the verge of death, but Furui had a happy smile.

"But I didn't see him treating me as a monster either."

"That's why you can conclude that it's not him?" Jonathan looked complicated.

No one can replace that person, not even the same appearance, the same speech and behavior.

Pure, unacknowledged love that comes from being treated as a monster by everyone.

"It turns out that being pierced is so cold."

Furui's voice became weaker and weaker.

The cursed daughter of the Forbidden Demon.

She is the enemy of magic and the most pitiable person.

Magic has no effect on her, and similarly, she cannot be treated by magic.

After chasing the black-haired witcher all her life, she could not see him after all.

The innocent, yet calm boy who declined his devotion with his age.

"I seem to have seen a white wolf." Furui said in a daze, "It..."

She tried to open her eyes wide enough to see clearly.

Everything around him began to dissipate like the wind.

The urgency of falling was gone.

She found herself in a white space.

In her eyes, the white wolf stood in front of this space.

It's obviously so cold.

She couldn't help but reach out her hand.

The white wolf walked towards her.

On the fur is the silence of every world covered by wind and snow.

It is disaster, it is fate.

It is the ending of a world that should belong to itself.

But now...

The white wolf stopped in front of Furui, and the two fates of another world met.

...