American Manga God

The mage is arrogant.

In Europe, when magic was most prevalent, the magician family didn't even want to intermarry with ordinary people.

Until magic began to disappear, and gradually faded out of the mainstream society's sight, then there was the argument that 'magic is just a legend'.

People are more willing to believe that everyone in the world is just like themselves.

In fact, the power of magic has always existed, at least in the Marvel universe.

Hearing this, Meimu's first reaction was—Is Casillas stupid?

On second thought, there are always people who claim to be noble. This irredeemable self-satisfaction always finds expression in someone born with a golden key.

Even in Europe today, the traces of nobility are still very strong. The simplest example, if there is a 'Feng' character (von) in the middle of the name, it means that he is of noble origin.

Similar examples are not uncommon. For example, in the "Harry Potter" novel, there is a family of wizards who despise ordinary people who can't magic as "Muggles".

I really thank the Great Heaven Dynasty for sweeping away all the landlords when the country was founded. Otherwise, by today, there would be 10,000 times more people who look down on people.

Over there, Casillas was still advocating the supremacy of darkness, but he quickly remembered the business.

"Plum wood, right?" He pulled up Mei Mu's hair again. The distance is too close, Meimu can smell the stench in his mouth, which is the stench of dark power: "Oh, it seems that your aptitude is not useless. Well, in general, you can have a ten thousandth of that Stephen's. One."

Mei Mu was scolding mother on the spot.

I actually only have one ten thousandth of Doctor Strange's magical aptitude.

The key is that the loser does not lose the battle!

Anyway, none of the brain-damaged people who took refuge in Dormammu will end well.

Despite the fear, despite the panic, Meimu still had a straight face, did not say a word, and looked at Casillas without showing weakness.

"Huh? You're still a little brave! Well, I'll give you a chance. Take refuge in me - Casillas, the most powerful servant of the Dark Lord Dormammu. If so, I'll show you whether you can get the darkness. 's favor. Otherwise..."

Without Casillas' reminder, a dogleg lifted Douglas's half-head.

The remaining half of the face was filled with the greatest terror and horror, and the colorful brains and blood made it stinging the eyes just by looking at it.

Meimu only felt nauseated, and felt like vomiting on the spot.

"Kneel down to me! Swear to be the humblest servant of the Dark King! In this way, you will be at least a little nobler than those worthless worm-like mortals." Casillas gave the final judgment.

After the words were said, the body of the Chinese-American boy in front of him trembled violently.

Meimu slowly raised his head, that face with a little ordinary temperament, but now it is not ordinary at all, after all, it has an unusual color...

That's right, he's a top guy.

Before crossing, he was a scumbag.

There are some talents that he really doesn't have.

But it doesn't mean that if you can't be an elite or an extraordinary person, you have to go to evil ways with Casillas, right?

Isn't a life in the street not a life?

Suddenly he smiled bitterly.

Unexpectedly, I went around in circles and finally answered the sentence—

"Do you want to be a coward for a lifetime, or a hero for a second?"

"Coward? Hero?" In Meimu's heart, these two words kept echoing.

Extremely bitter.

In the first twenty years of his life, he was ridiculed a lot. Other kids are always better than me.

He can't be a shining existence in the eyes of his parents, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't have a bottom line that belongs to him, and it doesn't mean that he wants to be in an evil way!

Casillas' coercive act of being aloof and not even giving alms, just stepped on the little dignity that Meimu had hidden in his heart.

Umegi's expression became terrifying.

"Huh?" Startled by Meimu's hideous appearance, Casillas frowned.

Needless to say, the surrounding dogs suddenly tightened the magic whip.

Casillas looked directly at Meimu with gloomy eyes: "A mortal who has no self-esteem! Have you figured out the price of provoking me?"

It was anger, like a person being bitten by a small ant who is overpowering.

The veins were bulging, and the veins and arteries in the neck were bulging from the rapid pumping of blood. Meimu's teeth were chattering, but he let out murderous words between his teeth.

He didn't look like a mortal at all, but instead shouted like those knights in the Middle Ages who knew that they were dead and wanted to charge the enemy: "Casillas, you either kill me now, or I will kill you sooner or later. about you!"

Meimu's locked palm still couldn't make a fist, but the fingers that were trying to tighten all turned into claws, as if he would tear Casillas apart as soon as he broke free.

Looking at Meimu's dark eyes and feeling the furious flames burning in them, Casillas smiled instead: "Well, not bad, at least he has more backbone than those **** guardians."

Casillas turned around gracefully, and his left hand gently drew a circle in the void, and a space door surrounded by golden sparks appeared in front of him.

When he stepped through that door, he threw a word far away: "Kill him."

Kill him... This is the final judgment.

Hearing this sentence, Mei Mu was so desperate.

Of the 10,000 crossings, 9,999 died. Unexpectedly, he is actually one of them.

But also, since the so-called history is unreliable, the damned balance of fate doesn't know what plane to go to.

Then he should die too!

Umegi closed his eyelids heavily.

At this moment, the world was spinning.

For a second, Meimu thought it was his head that was chopped off and swirled 720 degrees in the air.

But right away he felt something was wrong.

"Drink!"

"what-"

When Meimu opened his eyes again, he suddenly found that things had turned around.

A mysterious man in a black samurai uniform and a hood is picking up the fallen ones in brown-red samurai uniforms with lightning speed.

That is definitely not an action that mortals can do.

A fallen man lashed past, not only was the man in black staggered out of the way, but also grabbed the fallen man with a wrist. In the case of near zero distance, no less than ten knee strikes were launched in one second.

More importantly, Meimu saw a bald woman.

Whether in the world of animation or the world of movies, ten bald heads, nine strong!

It is precisely because most of the bald heads are extremely strong, so they are called - strong bald heads!

Meimu's heart was filled with tears.

what! He finally found an organization!

It's you—the ancient god!