MTL - Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?-v6 Chapter 20 The End of the Cree (End)

Walking into the hall, the tyrannical psychic energy immediately turned into a spiritual tentacle and struck the mage. The target was not his body, but his soul. But in the middle of it was blocked by the mage lightly, and he even intercepted a part and ate it.

The sound of chewing came from the shadows under his feet, the red light in his eyes skyrocketed again, and the mage commented: "It tastes terrible."

Supreme Wisdom floats in its nutrient jar, and there is no expression on that ugly big blue face.

"You won, Mage." It didn't open its mouth, and the mechanical voice echoed in the hall.

"Whether I win or not, do I need your admission?"

The Supreme Wisdom seemed to have given up resistance, it restrained its psionic energy, no longer tried to touch the mage, and floated peacefully in the huge jar, like an ugly biological specimen.

"Why, this gave up?" He Shenyan said casually, standing in front of him with his hands behind his back.

"You are stronger than us, and you deserve this victory. This is the law of nature. Now, come and take your spoils."

Although there is no emotion in his voice, the words of Supreme Wisdom are still quite graceful, and even contain some philosophical implications. But the Master didn't think so.

He suddenly became interested.

He said, "Do you know what I'm going to do to the Cree?"

There was still no fluctuation in the voice of Supreme Wisdom, and it said calmly: "I know. You deliberately balanced the boundaries between life and death, letting them wander between life and death infinitely, and exist forever in pain."

"Can you accept this ending?"

"Why not?"

The Supreme Intelligence asked rhetorically, and it went on to say: "The Kree are not dead... We still exist, and that's enough. Every day in the universe, new races are born and new races are destroyed. As long as they exist, It's a continuation."

"But you will not progress, no new Cree will be born. It will even be used as a specimen for people to visit. Your history will be read by people, and the scientific and technological crystallization of the blood and sweat of the predecessors will be taken at will. Go. Even so, do you accept it?"

"yes."

The ugly big blue face of Supreme Wisdom is still expressionless, and its voice resounds in the hall, with pure rationality in the cold: "If the technology of the Cree continues in other races, then the culture can too. Sooner or later, it will be There are people who are interested in our heritage and they will learn about it, spread it, and even become a spiritual Kree."

"I understand." He Shenyan suddenly realized, he said: "Your purpose is the continuation of the Cree people. In order to achieve the purpose of 'continuation', you will do whatever it takes, even use any means."

"Yes, Mage." Supreme Wisdom admitted frankly.

"But there is one thing I don't understand," He Shenyan narrowed his eyes and asked, "Why do you want to invade the earth?"

"I can't tell."

"Do you want to say it but can't, or can you say it but don't want to?"

The Supreme Wisdom fell silent for the first time, and the sticky transparent liquid in its nutrient tank was rapidly fading away and being drained into the underground pipes. The biological computer's lips trembled as it attempted to make its own voice for the first time. Its real voice is no different from the voice spoken by the psychic, it is the same cold: "I can't say it, Mage."

"It's a secret again, isn't it? It's endless." He Shenyan sighed.

"You know, I'm really tired of these **** things."

After he said these words, the tentacles of magic and spiritual power erupted together, and this sacred place of the Cree people, the residence of the supreme wisdom, collapsed in an instant.

The mage's voice was still clear as the smoke scattered.

"The Supreme Wisdom...you know what? You are emotionless, so you can accept the Kree being immortalized in untold pain, because in your computer's view, that ending is acceptable. I don't Know how many times you've counted, how many endings you've envisioned. But you've never counted this one."

The smoke dissipated, and the gust of wind began to condense.

The fragments of the city, the wreckage of the spaceship, and the dead but alive Kree people were blown up by the wind and gradually merged into one in magic. The ground began to collapse, the artificial dome in the sky was torn open again, the dark clouds condensed, and the torrential rain that should not have occurred fell again. Harrah's haven't had any natural rain for a very long time, and their weather control machines keep it sunny forever.

The raindrops fell, and the blood began to wash away, mixed with the wailing of the Kree people. The mage flew up, his black hair danced wildly in the wind, his robes stirred, and his eyes were red. Supreme Wisdom floated by his side, and the mage said, "You have no feelings, so you will not suffer. But I will let you have it, because only then will you truly regret your actions."

"Do you know what I'm going to do?"

Supreme Wisdom asked calmly: "I don't know, there is no relevant record of what you are doing in our database."

"Then write it down." The mage laughed.

"I want to make you a god, supreme wisdom."

His voice fell, his right hand was raised high, and a huge amount of magic power poured out again, black mixed with gold. The strong wind, lightning, the collapsed ground and the screams of people have built this concerto. If you are in space, you will find that Hara is slowly disappearing. Its volume is getting smaller and smaller. On the contrary, a blue dot is gradually taking shape in the center of Harrah's star, getting bigger and bigger and more and more obvious.

"You know, Supreme Wisdom. Although the Kree people don't know it themselves, and you don't know it, they do take you as a god. They believe in you."

The Supreme Wisdom was speechless at this time. It was floating in the storm, surrounded by Kree corpses. This situation was not in any calculation. The mage's voice clearly entered its ears through the storm: "Belief in gods is a kind of creatures like gods. memory."

"And what I'm going to do to you now... is to make you a god."

The form of the Supreme Wisdom is changing rapidly under the wishes of the mage. It is no longer the image of the ugly big head before, but has become a genderless bald Kree ~www.novelbuddy.com~ naked body, in Standing still in the storm.

The magic of the mage infused him with the beliefs of the Kree people, his skin cracked open inch by inch, and a pure scream came out from the cracks, and the new image he obtained began to collapse, melting little by little. . At one point it turned into a puddle of bloody, screaming mud, another moment into a headless Kree soldier, or a Kree civilian, or even a flash of Dork VIII.

"Now...you have feelings."

The Supreme Wisdom screamed. For the first time in its life, it felt the negative emotions of pain, sorrow, and despair. Its voice even penetrated the storm, and all the Kree heard it: "What have you done to me! What have you done to me! Mage! Stop!"

"Why are you so ignorant? How many people have no way of becoming a god?" He Shenyan smiled.

As its last scream fell, Harrah disappeared, and so did the Kree corpses, leaving only a massive corpse floating in the starry sky, the image of a Kree with a split chest. Opened a big hole and was screaming in this icy starry sky. The inaudible noise turned into psionic energy and instantly shattered the surrounding planets.

"From now on... you are the **** of the Kree people, supreme wisdom."

After saying this, he turned and left.

And the Kree gods will scream and suffer endlessly in the universe. It will forever hover between life and death, like its people. And what it expected, the spread of Kree technology and culture across the galaxy is no longer possible, because its scream of pain will kill anyone who tries to get close.

This is the end of the Kree.