MTL - Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?-v6 Chapter 26 How to scold someone in advanced language (5/5)

Rhode's leg armor plunged deep into the ground after a burst of deformation, firmly ensuring that he would not fall down due to too strong recoil. He was holding a thick, big, black and hard thing in his hand, and the twelve black muzzles were spinning rapidly.

Yes, its prototype is the famous Gatling machine gun, but it should be called a machine gun now. In addition to the shape and ideas of this big killer designed by Jarvis, it is a meat grinder that can only be used on a helicopter with a live ammunition weapon of 'only' 20MM caliber, 6000/round per minute. Completely different.

It fires not live ammunition weapons, but energy blocks.

The power of each cannon is comparable to that of a palm cannon in the maximum mode of energy storage. Jarvis has not tested its rate of fire, but he has calculated it. The remaining energy in Rhodes' armor and its own energy should be enough for this monster to unleash its firepower for one minute.

In front of him, a lot of self-destructing drones were hitting a big guy. That thing was seven meters high, and its muscles were bulging high. Although he was walking towards Rhodes, he was held back by the continuous explosions, and Rhodes's helmet was covered with sweat. Not out of fear, but out of excitement. He pressed the button, the energy in the armor quickly drained, and the killer was quickly supplied through the power supply port of the hand armor.

The twelve muzzles turned faster and faster, and it made a humming sound, and at the same time began to tremble wildly. Rhodes immediately clenched the gun, increased the output of the armor, and firmly grasped the grip, which was barely able to control its shaking.

Its twelve muzzles began to emit a dangerous blue light, and the humming sound became louder and louder, and even became sharp and distorted. Rhode pressed the button on the grip in a burst of laughter.

At every dinner, banquet, and party after that, Rhodes would talk about it. He would throw out the first half with an enigmatic smile, then take a slow sip of red wine (and sometimes champagne), and then abruptly withdrew his expression and said calmly in a tone resembling Morgan Freeman: "Then the rain of destruction came."

He was right.

The rain of destruction has come.

It's nothing but brick-sized rain.

Each of those energy blocks was the size of a brick, and bombarded the monster with crazy kinetic energy and fiery heat.

It disappeared very slowly.

It's like some videos that have been accelerated by a dozen times. About how ants and scavengers turn corpses into bones, these kinds of videos usually have a speed of ten times. And that monster was 'degraded' just like the corpse in these videos.

Its defense is very strong, but the density of energy blocks is unimaginable, they are denser than raindrops, and the speed - Rhode doesn't know how fast they are, but the speed and strength of the vibrations make him feel that this is better than doing X is even better. If possible, he would like to hold this gun and run to the shooting range for just one minute every day, and he is even willing to give up his morning bo for this.

Although his legs were fixed in place, the powerful reaction force still carried him back ten meters. At the same time, energy bullets kept bombarding the monster. It's like a 3D printed upside-down, it disappears from the head bit by bit, and is hit by those energy bullets at a speed visible to the naked eye and nothing remains.

Rhodes breathed weakly, his face twitched, and the smile on his face made him look like a black version of Forrest Gump Frost.

He murmured to himself, almost dreamily: "I'm telling you... Jarvis, you are a hundred times better at designing weapons than Tony... no, ten thousand times... I really want to talk to this Married baby..."

Jarvis replied humorously, "Mr. Rhodes, the church in Las Vegas can fulfill your wish. Also, thank you for the compliment."

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He Shenyan floated above the earth, if his face was gloomy and graded, his current grade should have exceeded the upper limit.

He really wanted to curse and say some dirty words to ease his emotions. Although we all know that swearing doesn't change anything. But sometimes, you have to say something dirty. Such as the following situation.

Your father died, your mother was hospitalized, and your lover was hit by a car with your eight-year-old dog while walking the dog. After you've dealt with it all, you're going to be tough on life, and you step on a piece of Lego with your bare feet before you go out.

At this moment, I believe that everyone will subconsciously curse.

Back to the topic, even swearing won't help, at least it can't let Sishorn take back his magic power that covers the world.

He Shenyan could only sigh.

This is not the first time he has dealt with this famous entertainer. He knows that this guy is probably sitting on his chair now, waiting for him to find him, and he is still dangling his legs gracefully. Other dimensional demons lend money to mages on Earth, and borrowing magical power is nothing more than to make them pay more. But this **** is different~www.novelbuddy.com~ He is purely for the show.

Yes, this is Sishorn. A man of pure fun, out of vulgarity.

And the mage also knows one thing: he can actually communicate directly with himself.

But he didn't want to.

This **** **** is the book of dark gods that wants you to find him first. Then he followed the above ritual completely, and he was willing to chat with you for five minutes.

But this time, he didn't bother to engage in those complicated ceremonies.

He floated above the earth, the red light in his eyes was like two unquenchable scarlet flames, burning continuously. He opened his hands, and a huge amount of magic power quickly poured out of his body, forming a large red and golden glow behind him. A storm even formed in the universe, sweeping the surrounding rubble and the wreckage of the battleship left before, attracting them to wrap around the mage, and then being crushed into powder by the violent magic.

The mage uttered a long series of obscure and unclear sentences. They were of different lengths, and only one word was mentioned many times.

Chthon.

Sithone.

He Shenyan speaks an ancient language. Before Sishorn became a dimensional demon, he was one of the earliest life forms on earth and a typical demon. Billions of years ago, the natural life force of the earth's biosphere gave birth to a group of Elder Gods, and then they began to kill each other and devour each other, some even turned into demons, Sithorn is one of them.

And the language He Shenyan just spoke is the oldest devil language.

If he had to translate, and to be blunt, the long string of sentences he just read was actually only eight words in translation.

Sishorn, I **** your mother.