Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel? - v15 Chapter 75 The Mage's Funeral (End) (2 in 1)

Tony's story is not as exciting as he thought.

I mean - the reaction from the audience was not as enthusiastic as he expected, silence was the majority. He even saw the fluctuations of regret, complexity and other emotions intertwined on the green Banner's face.

"Looks like I screwed up."

Tony shrugged and held the microphone in front of him: "So, who's next? It's still a long time."

"Let me do it."

Dr. Banner stood up—green, strong, eyes calm and deep.

That's not the look Hulk should have. In the past, Hulk's eyes only had childlike anger and mania. He was like a deceived child, anyone who saw those eyes would know. And now, the Hulk is gone.

Only Banner.

Wearing special leather shoes, he walked up to the high stage step by step, and after exchanging glances with Tony, he stood in front of the stage instead of him.

Banner coughed before slowly opening his mouth.

"There are two people in every mirror. One of them, you can see. But there's another, the one you don't want to see. For me, the Hulk used to be the one I didn't want to see."

"I think all of you here don't want to see him." Banner laughed at himself. "Since 2003, big green men have appeared around the world from time to time."

"Some people call him 'the devil's engine' and say I'm a messenger from hell. Well, I take the opposite view. After all, according to the investigation, I destroyed a lot of houses at that time, but I never killed a single innocent person. ."

"The psychiatrist said it was because Bruce Banner's subconscious was protecting his bottom line and trying to stop the Hulk from killing innocent people."

"But...sometimes, it's not."

Dr. Banner lowered his head. "Sometimes I'm not there."

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"Hulk... smash!"

The seven-meter-tall strong monster jumped high, with unparalleled anger in his eyes, then jumped down, knocking over the huge robot in front of him with a violent punch.

He didn't stop, Hulk never knew what a stop was. He just made another punch, and then another punch, attacking the chest of the thing as if it were never ending.

Its hard shell made of alloy finally couldn't withstand Hulk's attack, and it was punched in the opposite direction after all.

Metal parts, mixed with oil and culture fluid, gushed out from the back of the hole. Electricity kept bouncing at every joint of the robot, it twitched, and the two heat cannons on its shoulders that could destroy small towns began to warm up involuntarily.

And Hulk didn't notice this at all, he just retracted his fist and raised his hands high.

"Hulk—" he howled inarticulately, the anger in his voice even a deaf person could feel. "—Smash!

! "

With a loud noise, the robot stopped completely. But that was not the case with the two heat cannons on its shoulders. They began to hum dangerously, and Hulk looked at them suspiciously. Then, a hand tapped his shoulder. The buzzing also stopped.

"Remember me, Hulk?"

Behind him, He Shenyan, who was floating, asked.

Hulk glanced at him in confusion: "...Hulk remembers the mage, the mage is a friend, and the mage does not hurt Hulk."

"Oh, I didn't expect that, thank you for considering me as a friend, Hulk. But you've got to get a little bit further away from this thing."

He Shenyan explained to him patiently, as if talking to a child.

"Why? Hulk hates iron shells! But iron shells can't hurt Hulk!" This made him furious. "Hulk smashed the iron shell!"

"Yes, Hulk, you smashed it, but it's not just an iron shell. Do you see those transparent tissue fluids on the ground?"

Hulk looked back - he didn't know what tissue fluid was, but felt that the word was terrifyingly familiar. When he turned around, he was stunned.

The tissue fluid of the big beach began to gush out on the ground, mixed with scarlet, and the sticky substance was still warm. Steaming in the winter wilderness in Minnesota. From the gigantic void in the machine's body, Hulk was able to glimpse a still throbbing brain.

It's placed in it like a hilarious special effect from an old horror movie, and it's absurd. And the truth is, it really is there.

"Brain!" Hulk screamed back and forth like a frightened child. "The brain is in an iron shell!"

When the big man panicked, a hand gently patted his forehead, forcing him to calm down. Hulk rolled his eyes and saw He Shenyan's face with a smile.

"Don't be afraid, Hulk. That brain is not a monster from a horror movie. I know you can see Dr. Banner's memory. He watched a similar horror movie when he was a child. He was very scared, didn't he?"

Hulk turned around and said, "Yes... Banner is stupid! Banner is timid! He is afraid of the brain!"

"It's alright, that's the brain of a man named Colt Dick Rosen. He's a military veteran who bumped into you two years ago on a trip with his wife and kids, and the government agents who came after you. They were merciless and killed Colt Dick Rosen's family in the process of capturing you."

"But Dick Rosen wasn't there at the time, he went to buy ice cream for his kids, and when he came back, he saw the bodies of a group of government agents, wives and kids covered in black cloth. It was hit by a car and smashed to pieces, we all know , being hit by a car is no different than being beaten by the Hulk, right?"

Hulk lowered his head and sat there quietly. It's unusual because this guy has never been quiet. After a while, he whispered like a erring child: "Hulk didn't hit them... Hulk didn't hit good people."

"Yes, Hulk doesn't fight good people. But Dick Rosen didn't know, so he was deceived by lies and voluntarily joined this special experimental program. Alas, the US government always has such special experiments and special departments, it is true Stupid as hell. Anyway, that's what Dick Rosen looks like two years later."

Hulk finally raised his head: "He wants to hurt Hulk because he thinks Hulk hurt his family?"

"That's right."

"But Hulk didn't!"

"I believe you don't, and I know you don't."

The big green kid raised his hands over his head, shaking with regret, and after a while his strong green body faded away.

A thin man took his place, huddled and shivering in the icy wilderness: "...Who, who's there?"

He Shenyan thoughtfully conjured up a pair of glasses that matched the readings of his eyes and handed them over, and then clothes that could withstand the cold. He turned around and took Dick Rosen's still shaking brain out of the machine while Banner was getting dressed.

The mental force tentacles performed this difficult operation perfectly, and then he firmly protected it with magical aura, intending to reshape Dick Rosen's body in a while.

He has been able to do that.

"...What? Is that you?"

"It's me, Dr. Banner. I have to remind you that sometimes electronics are not a good thing, and although the Minnesota wilderness is really empty, they can still find you."

Banner lowered his head regretfully: "...No one was hurt, right?"

"No, you picked a good place for yourself."

Banner let out a long sigh: "—then I'm relieved. What is this robot? Has the U.S. government updated their technology to such an extent?"

"I don't know anything about technology, Doctor." He Shenyan smiled, fell to the ground, and stood beside Banner next to him.

A cold winter night in Minnesota is slowly lighting up, with the sun rising little by little from the far side of the horizon, radiating its warmth. Banner took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He didn't understand why it was always like this.

He knew that he was a monster, so he lived in isolation, and he didn't want anyone to be hurt by him again, and he didn't want to have anything to do with anyone. But there are always people who come looking for him, there are always people who want him to become the Hulk, and then smash and destroy everyone's peaceful life.

Maybe I should die. Banner thought.

"Tell me, Doctor." He Shenyan said suddenly. "Were you alone when you regained your senses?"

"Yeah. Sometimes I don't even have a pair of pants, and I have to run naked on the highway and find good people, or at least people who don't see me as a pervert, and beg them to give me pants. Sometimes I steal too. Ha, Who can believe that I used to be a top scientist?"

"Then." He Shenyan turned his head and put his hand on his shoulder. "Not this time, Doctor. At least this time, you're not alone when the sun rises."

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"I'm done."

The green Dr. Banner calmly nodded towards the audience: "That's it, there are no more stories. I would like to thank He, he made me accept myself, and he told me that I don't have to fight everything on my own. body."

"It's hard to imagine Ho being so gentle," commented Tony off the stage. "I think he almost never does that."

"Maybe it wasn't necessary for you, Tony, you're an asshole."

Rhode on the side did not hesitate to say this sentence, and even the next sentence: "And, seriously, Tony, your story is very wonderful, but the way you tell it is really bad, you can't tell it at all story."

"...Are you serious, Rhodes? Why don't you go up and talk? Do you think this is an easy thing?"

"I'm going, I'm going!"

"You go!"

The two whispered to each other, but they were broken by a roar from the sky. The huge air flow went down, and some kind of behemoth blocked the light cast by the sun, and a spaceship slowly appeared in their field of vision.

"What? Ship? Wait, that ship looks familiar..."

Clint made his comments, and then, with his excellent eyesight, he saw two people jumping off the spaceship.

"Hahaha! Friends! You are all here! How can you not call me Sol for a banquet?!"

Sol, who was wearing a leather jacket, laughed, fell to the ground, stepped forward, and gave a warm hug to everyone he saw. And the tall man in the black robe beside him was not in a better mood than him, of course, maybe because he carefully observed the arrangement of this 'banquet'.

Everyone stood up.

"Before you all run towards me..." The man raised his right hand. "Can you explain to me why my picture is hanging there? Only half of my face?"

"...Well, this is your funeral," Strange said unnaturally. "Funerals have to have pictures, right?"

He Shenyan's expression finally became distorted.

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"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Sithone laughs breathlessly—not an exaggerated metaphor, but a fact.

He's been smiling since the funeral, but only then, with anticipation and other things. But when the spaceship appeared over Kama Taj, the smile on his face instantly became wild.

"This expression... this expression, I want to treasure it forever! Ah, Gu Yi! You died too early, otherwise I really want to show you this expression!"

Sishorn wriggled in his chair, and that gesture was not at all proud of being the Dimension Demon God. He was even about to roll off his chair, and the laughter echoed in the dark dimension, and the tears came out all the time.

"Have you had a good laugh?"

The black-faced mage tore apart the dimensional barrier aggressively and got in. Sishorn's laughter was suffocated, his fingers moved slightly, and the dark power that was enough to destroy the world was drawn to the mage's face to block his vision. Underworld God was terrified and startled—how did he come so quickly? !

Forget it, get ready now.

Sishorn began to hinder his pain, and then stretched out his hand and caught more than a dozen chaotic fish outside the dimension. This kind of thing that can destroy the planet is similar to anesthesia for him. The poison can temporarily paralyze his soul, so that he can't feel the pain in his soul later.

However, just as his hands were about to stuff the fish into his mouth, He Shenyan had already arrived in front of him.

Looking at his expressionless face, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. After hesitating for a while, Sishorn showed a harmless smile: "If, I said, I didn't mean it, would you believe it?"

He Shenyan pointed to his face: "What do you think?"

"I don't think you're going to ~www.novelbuddy.com~ Sithone honestly.

He tried his best to keep calm, but the twitching corners of his mouth betrayed him - the contrast between He Shenyan's current expression and the one he just saw was too strong, and finally, Sishorn couldn't bear it any longer.

- He thought, even if I was beaten to death here today, I'd have to laugh out loud.

"Pfft!"

He Shenyan's face twitched, his right hand clenched tightly.

"I really underestimated your lower limit, Sishorn." The mage raised his fist gloomily. "Tell me, have you ever been beaten by the force of a star explosion?"

"No...no, but I can try. Hahahahahaha..."

Leziren replied with a wild laugh.