Sun God Marvel Chapter 871: Magic Science Chapter

"It's too long, it's too long." Merlin XVI said seriously to Victor in front of him with a cold face. "Merlin VII thought that your ancestors would contact him within a hundred years. He thought that you would be more interested in magic."

"Facts have proved that to develop a new colony at that time, becoming a farmer would be more attractive than magic." Nodded, Victor gave a simple explanation for the thinking of his ancestors at the time. Then he quickly expressed his views to Merlin XVI. "But unlike them, my thirst for magic surpasses everything. So I really want to visit your master, learn from him, and ask him for a little help."

"Don't you think it's too late?" Shaking his head, Merlin XVI's face showed an indifferent look. "Opportunities will not stay there for others. Your ancestor has the qualifications because of his talent and luck. He passed the test. But you, I'm sorry, young man. I have nothing to do with you. Know."

"I think we can communicate and get to know each other a little bit. You should know that the talent of a magician can be passed down through the blood. And I think that my talent is better than my ancestors. "

"You are too late, young man. Since my master woke up, we no longer need apprentices. The master has found a new way, and your appearance has no meaning for him. "

Merlin XVI directly rejected Victor's request. At the same time, he also turned directly around, planning to leave Victor's eyes.

And this is obviously different from what Victor thought, and in his nature, he obviously couldn't let Merlin XVI disappear from his eyes like this. So he immediately stretched out his hand and blocked the front of Merlin XVI with the raging fire of hell.

"I can't let you go like this, sir. Tell me how can I find your master. I don't have so much time to play this kind of exam promotion and qualification screening game with you now."

"Interesting, for so many years, you are still the first person to dare to use magic to compete with us!"

With a cold snort, Merlin XVI immediately pressed down his palm. And in his movements, even the supernatural power that was as fierce as the fire of hell, like a docile little sheep, sank silently.

"Since you know our existence, you should understand how we are related to magic. If you want to use magic to defeat us, don't you feel a little too self-conscious?"

"Of course I know. So I don't just rely on magic!"

From his cloak, he took out a civilization rod with a huge gem on the top. Victor held it and pointed it at the disdainful Merlin XVI. And following his movements, a straight dazzling light burst out, like an indestructible blade, directly cutting off the shoulders of Merlin XVI, making him instantly lose the power to maintain his magic.

The flames rose again, and Victor strode up, jammed Merlin XVI's neck, pressed him directly against the wall of the lane, and threatened him.

"Technology is sometimes more useful than magic. Tell me, where is your master? I know you are just one of his countless servants, so don’t test my patience. I can destroy you and find another One!"

Despite the loss of an arm, Merlin XVI acted as if the arm was not his own. He stared at Victor in front of him without blinking, his indifferent eyes were completely indifferent to life and death.

"Even if you ruin me, you can't get any help from other people. The master has given up on that plan, and you have no chance."

Such a response made Victor angry. He immediately raised the scepter in his hand and let it stand against Merlin XVI’s throat, while retaining the last patience to persuade him. .

"Last chance, where is he?"

Merlin XVI closed his eyes silently, and this move completely exhausted Victor's last bit of patience. He was about to activate the scepter in his hand immediately, and let the strong thermal energy directly penetrate through the head of the old man. But at this time, Merlin XVI suddenly turned his head and looked directly into his eyes.

"Wait a minute!"

Although he was very pleased with this sudden turn, Victor was not willing to give up his current advantage at all. He began to be aggressive, even though it was only on the tongue.

"Why, I'm scared. I thought you were the kind of tough guy who wouldn't bow to death?"

"The master wants to see you! He saw your existence through my eyes, and he became quite interested in you."

Ignoring this verbal provocation, Merlin XVI turned his eyes directly to the wall at the end of the lane. There, the dim light slowly intertwined a special pattern, and as the pattern formed, the entire wall began to tremble slightly like ripples on a calm water surface.

While looking at such a scene, Victor immediately released the old man who had no use for him in his hand, turned around and walked towards the wall.

Without sound, he walked into the wall like a phantom. And as his figure disappeared into the lane, Merlin XVI silently picked up the arm on the ground and pointed the neat cut at his arm.

A weird light flashed on his shoulders, and soon, the arm that had been a residual limb returned to his master's body again. After moving my arms a few times, I felt that there were no problems. Merlin XVI picked up the broom from the back door of his shop and cleared the traces on the ground.

A thin layer of mist began to spread under his feet, and the corpses on the ground turned into ashes bit by bit under the mist. And Merlin XVI was like all the shopkeepers who cleaned the entrance of his shop, using the broom in his hand to clean these things little by little.

Such things always happen in London, which is always filled with fog. But this is not at all what Victor wants to care about. He took his own steps and walked out of an antique mirror that looked old. But at this moment, he found that he was already in another place, a dark place illuminated by burning candles and a high brazier.

The surrounding walls are covered with thick tapestries, and the corners around are also covered with valuable antique furniture. It looks magnificent, but under the dim firelight, these things always give people the feeling of being in a ghost.

Of course, Victor, who has been to **** several times, is not afraid of this change in the environment. On the contrary, he is full of interest in everything here. Especially the mirror that brought him here.

You know, as a magician, he has enough confidence in himself. But what just happened made him a little surprised. He can understand what force suddenly brought him from the alleys of London to such a place, but he did not understand how all this works. He didn't feel the existence of any magic, especially in that alley. Otherwise, he doesn't need the stubborn old man of Merlin XVI to find this place by himself.

People familiar with magic know that the real power of magic is not its power, but whether it can be integrated into life. Really powerful wizards are all magic, without any deliberate action, they can cast spells in any place. For a long time, Victor thought that he had reached this level, after all, he had reached the limit that a mage could do. But now it seems that I am a little arrogant. Compared with the person who arranged all this, he still has some gaps, and how deep the gap is, even he himself can't see clearly.

This realization made him a little surprised, but also a little excited. Because this is enough to prove how powerful the target he is looking for is. With the excitement that he was about to meet this legendary existence, Victor gave birth to his hand and gently wiped the mirror in front of him.

A string of Latin words engraved on it appeared with his movements, and driven by curiosity, Victor read the words little by little.

"With the power of truth, I can conquer all things in my life."

"Sentence from "Faust"~IndoMTL.com~I like this sentence very much. So after talking with Goethe that year, I engraved this sentence on the mirror. Let me be able to Write it down by heart."

The sudden sound made Victor immediately act on guard. At the same time, he also cast his gaze in the direction of the sound. And just in his sight, a pair of weird figures appeared in front of him.

Pushing a wheelchair, a blond woman with an indifferent face. There are also men of Chinese descent sitting in a wheelchair, skinny but with brilliant eyes. He has seen these two people more than once, but at this kind of time, seeing their presence in this place, he still couldn't help being surprised, even absurd.

"Why are you? Why are you here? Lord Baron?"

"Why can't it be me?"

I tapped my finger, and the flame of lighting in the entire room suddenly turned into a scorching glow. At the same time, his appearance was clearly not reflected in Victor's eyes. Smith Zhou gave him a meaningful smile.

"I have a lot of identities, so many gods and demons can't figure it out. So, why can't I be here?" (To be continued.)