The Journey In Marvel Magician

Chapter 50 Chapter 50

Fury walked around the place where the RV was previously parked, and made sure that the RV was disappearing rather than invisible. He turned to May and asked, “Did you put the locator on the RV?”

While holding the tracker in her hand, Mei said, “Definitely.”

After a while, Fury and Phil Coulson watched May tap the instrument suspiciously, and muttered: “What’s wrong?”

“What’s the matter?” Fury walked to May, glanced at the meridian dimension marked on the instrument, stared and said: “Afghanistan? You will not tell me that Austin, who was still in front of us just now, suddenly disappeared and appeared in Afghanistan. Bar.”

With a helpless look, Mei said, “Sir, I can only tell you. I’m pretty sure that the tracker is installed on the RV. Either the tracker is broken, or Austin is in Afghanistan.”

On the side, Phil Coulson hesitation, and said, “Sir, do you remember that we escorted the supernatural person with the long bones on the back during the day? He also disappeared suddenly, do you think Mr. Austin did it? ?”

Fury pondered for a while, then shook his head and said, “I hope he didn’t do it, otherwise the next time I meet, I will not give fried peanuts, but metal peanuts.”

Looking at the disappearing RV, Fury touched the USB flash drive in his pocket with one hand and rubbed his eyebrows and asked: “Contact the logistics and ask them to send someone to see how Austin disappeared.”

Phil Coulson called S.H.I.E.L.D and smiled and said, “I looked like a wormhole opened in time and space.”

Can you still laugh? …… Fury is in a terrible mood now, leaving Austin aside, it is enough to worry about the fact that the resurrection of the corpse and Owen are HYDRA.

Taking out the USB flash drive from his pocket, Fury handed the USB flash drive to Phil Coulson, while staring at Phil Coulson’s eyes, and said, “Fix this thing, remember, no one can check the contents. This is level ten. Confidential information.”

Phil Coulson was stunned, then solemnly nodded after receiving the USB flash drive and said, “Yes, sir.”

Mei glanced at the USB drive curiously, guessing if Austin gave Fury this stuff, and guessing where Austin is? Anyway, she didn’t believe that anyone could suddenly run from the United States to Afghanistan in the blink of an eye.

As for Li Feng, lying on the roof of a RV surrounded by deserts with his brain buzzing and basking in the sun. As Li Feng with a little knowledge of geography, it took him a long time to remember that he had forgotten the time difference between Afghanistan and the United States. New York was already dark, but Afghanistan is still morning.

After taking a sip of the beer in his hand, Li Feng threw the bottle on the desert, turned over and got into the RV, picked up the map and prepared to find a beautiful place to organize his spells.

For a long time, Li Feng pointed to the address on the map, and silently recalled in his heart: Portland, which belongs to the western part of the United States, is near the mouth of the Willamette River into the Columbia River. Because it is close to the Pacific Ocean, it has an oceanic climate and winter is more summer. More humid, because this climate is more suitable for growing roses, so there are many rose plantations in the city, and Portland is also known as the “City of Roses”…

Finding a seaside with fewer people in Portland is the ideal place for me to practice spells…

But before leaving Afghanistan…Li Feng beats around the RV, while exhaling his energy: I have to check the RV. After all, where the agent leader has stayed, it is always uneasy to not check. ….

Soon, Li Feng found the locator hidden under the rear of the car and threw it aside, whistling, boarding the RV, and opening the portal to Portland. After a kick of the gas, Li Feng had already arrived in Portland.

With a portal, travel is so convenient…

One day later, an armed helicopter appeared over the desert and circled the locator. Phil Coulson got off the helicopter with the tracker and walked straight to the locator.

While picking up the locator, Phil Coulson also noticed the wine bottle on the ground in the distance.

Phil Coulson squatted and looked at the bottle in doubt. Li Feng drank the wine he bought. Naturally, Phil Coulson recognized that it was the beer he bought. After thinking about it, Phil Coulson carefully filled the beer bottle into the exhibit. Bag, he wants to take it back for a laboratory test to see if the fingerprint on it is Li Feng’s.

Although the appearance of the locator has proved that Li Feng did suddenly go to Afghanistan from the United States, Phil Coulson still couldn’t believe it. If Li Feng’s fingerprints could be collected on the beer bottle, Phil Coulson said that they are in big trouble.

A capable person who can Hypnotic Ability and can run around the world, let alone arrest, can’t even monitor it.

Portland, a rocky, deserted seashore.

Li Feng parked the RV in the bush and simply disguised himself. First he stood on the roof and looked around to make sure that no one was around. Then, carrying Leonor’s modified magical spell for the spell scroll and Ancient One, he walked straight into the dense forest. , Open the mirror space to practice spells.

Prying spells out of the devil’s mouth is not an easy task. Even if Li Feng thinks he has Angel feathers to restrain the devil, he needs to be always careful. Before unlocking the seal of the devil, Li Feng must first understand the magic of the devil and learn how to restrain the devil. Spells.

And this study is more than half a year.

In the mirror space, after half a year of understanding and practice, Li Feng, who believes he has mastered the magic of restraining the devil, carefully spread the scroll sealed with the devil on the ground, holding in one hand the wooden box containing the pseudo-Angel feathers given by Leonor. , While unlocking the seal on the scroll.

The old man devil has just been freed from the seal and can’t wait to perceive the existence of hell in order to restore some strength.

It’s a pity that the dimensions are different, let alone whether he can perceive hell, even the perception of Du Yu is different from his hometown in his impression.

Moreover, based on his current strength, it is strange to perceive hell in the mirror space.

Li Feng leaned on the wooden box, smiled and looked at the bewildered devil, and said, “Old man, don’t be busy contacting hell. How about chatting with me to relieve boredom?”

The devil glanced at the crystal walls of the space around him like uneven glass, and then at his broken hands and feet, he realized that he could not escape for the time being.

And he also understands that since the opposite magician chose to seal himself instead of killing him on the spot like a demon hunter, it shows that this magician has something to ask for himself, no matter what the magician wants to get information from hell, this is all he is alive. The cost of escape.

Thinking of this, the devil thought about what Li Feng wanted from him, and said, “The devil’s name is very long. I won’t say the full name. You can call me Dobby, my respected magician, what is your name?”

Although in the’Warrior Slaughter’, the devil fights with his fists, it does not mean that the devil can’t use spells. Li Feng is not sure if the devil in front of him will secretly use his birth date and name. Curse spells:

Just in case, Li Feng decided to make up a name.

“My name is Jerry.”

Dobby smiled and said, “Jerry Magician, I don’t know what you have to order?”

While talking, Dobby wanted to sit up and secretly tuned to the few mana in his body. He just had a broken hand and foot, and he couldn’t sit down even though he was struggling. He could only say helplessly, “Can you help me? It is already a sin for you to give courtesy, and it is even more impolite to lie down and talk to you. I am also a demon with restraint.”

Li Feng can’t play the mirror space like Ancient One, but he can still control every move in the mirror space, so when the devil pretends to sit up but can’t do it, Li Feng has already discovered the mana fluctuations in the devil.

Putting his lips down, Li Feng opened the wooden box and sneered: “What? I still don’t give up, thinking about how to escape? You want me to get close to you and cast a spell on me.”

At the moment when Li Feng opened the wooden box, Dobby already felt the energy to restrain himself. The energy emitted from the pseudo Angel feathers corroded his body quickly like strong acid.

Bido rolled on the ground in pain, away from Li Feng, who was close to him, as if doing so could reduce the pain, while wailing: “Jerry, my friend, don’t come over, please, don’t.”

Li Feng, holding the wooden box, glanced at the fake Angel feathers, and scratched his head: Why do you look at Dobby as a little girl about to be violated? This is a bit exaggerated… I don’t know why, I suddenly like to hear you wailing, it would be better if it was louder…

Thinking of this, Li Feng walked into the rolling Dobby and said, “Now, are you still thinking about how to leave?”

“No, I dare not,” said Dobby, who had already rolled to the edge of the mirrored space, using a vocal cord that seemed to be cooked by boiling water, and said: “Master, I am willing to surrender to you and swear to be your servant. Remove the wooden box.”

Is there any loyalty to the devil’s surrender? So Li Feng directly regarded Dobby’s oath as an unsmelling ass, but Li Feng still closed the wooden box, condensing the energy emitted by the feathers, he wanted the magic of the devil, and how did Dobby introduce the spell when he died?

Li Feng looked at Dobby who was scalded all over, gasping heavily, and said, “What do you use to guarantee your loyalty?”

“Prison spells,” Dobby looked at the wooden box in Li Feng’s hands in fear, and said: “I know a kind of slave contract. After signing the contract, if you think about it, my soul will be burned clean by hellfire. .”

Li Feng’s eyes lit up, he hurriedly took out a blank scroll and pen, threw it to Dobby, and said, “Now, record the spells you know on the scroll. Remember, it’s all the spells.”

Dobby looked at Li Feng with a dumb face, raised his disabled hands, and said with a trembling corner of his mouth: “Master, what do you want me to write? Would you give me energy and let me repair my broken limb, or I said you record spells?”

Without Ancient One’s teaching, Li Feng would have foolishly told Dobby to recite and record the spell himself, but now…

Write spells yourself? …Li Feng only knows that the devil has a contract. I don’t know how to operate it. If Dubby is talking about a certain contract, and Li Feng writes stupidly, won’t he complete the contract? Who is the master and who is the servant at that time?

As for Li Feng learning spells from the plague devil before, in the words of Ancient One, it is fateful. If the plague devil is smarter and shifts the focus of his eyes from the’Key of Solomon’ to Li Feng, he only needs to engage in the spells he teaches. A little ghost, Li Feng may have been possessed by the opponent.