I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Apart from the taboos of time and soul, in terms of which magic the Witch King can be considered the most iconic.

Then there is the flame.

Unlike Ans-El's ring of fire, John's flames gradually change color.

Ans Aier sneered: "What can that tiny staff do?"

In his hand, the staff crystal glowed red.

The three rings of fire overlapped and turned into a blue color with scorching heat.

"Morley's Ring of Resistance."

The moment the staff touched the ground, the ring of fire shrank into the body, and then released completely in one breath.

With Ans El as the center, a huge fire ring with a radius of twenty meters spread out.

At the same time, Ansel raised his staff high.

The crystal above stirs the fire element and gathers the fireball.

"The sun is burning!"

The expanding fireball and ring of fire headed towards John.

The fireball exploding in the air turned into dozens of meteors and hit John.

Faced with these things, John just calmly raised his wand.

Compared with the spectacular fire magic, his magic is pitifully small, but his magic is extremely pure.

Ans Air seemed to be able to see that there was a wizard's soul under his magic.

"Although there is no politeness and the magic is a mess, the creativity is good."

John spoke calmly, and just as the flames were about to arrive, the golden flames finally started to move.

Like sparks flying into the haystack when caught by the wind.

The golden flame swallowed up all the flames close to him in his breath.

The more flames are consumed, the more the golden flames expand.

Panic began to appear on Ansel's frozen expression.

"How is this possible, fire consuming fire?"

Ans Aier never imagined that his own flame would be swallowed up.

The golden flame gradually took shape, it was a big snake.

Surrounding John, the big snake swallowed the fireball in one bite.

Even Mori's resistance ring, called the most powerful fire magic by Ansel, cracked when the big snake approached.

It is absolute class suppression and magic bullying.

The wand was gently pressed down, and the flaming snake with golden scales approached Ansel.

"No! Impossible!" Ans Aier's hands were trembling. As a young court magician, how could he be so vulnerable.

He didn't believe it, raised his staff and roared: "Get out of my way!"

His eyes burst with lightning-like magic, which increased under pressure.

The ring of rejection spreads.

Sweep the golden snake.

The big snake paused, and with Ans Aier's desperate expression, it swallowed him in one gulp.

The flames melted the ground, and the restriction in the magic tower was in danger.

John looked calm and showed no other emotions.

Under the spreading flames, Ansel had lost his trace.

The golden flames gathered towards John's body, passed through John's feet, and continuously penetrated into the wand.

"Why is there no movement?"

John looked at the precarious magic tower strangely, and he began to worry. Could it be that the magic just destroyed the place?

Fortunately, the alchemists in Vanaheim were very skilled. After a few minutes of stagnation, the door of the magic tower opened.

John walked out. The outside was no longer the same as when he first entered.

Above the strict hall, a team of nine magic academy instructors were examining John, who was the first to come out.

"It's not Ans Ayer, which is surprising."

The bearded magician looked surprised.

The tall female magician held a book in her hand and said calmly: "Molly seems to have chosen the wrong person."

"He felt confident that the magic he created could fix everything."

The old man using the staff of the Flower God Colossus clan waved his hand and said: "Ms. Ella, there are always some surprises. Ans El is a court magician. Maybe he just encounters a difficult opponent."

He is a typical person who makes peace with others in the team. The female magician named Ella responded calmly.

This made the old man a little embarrassed.

Ms. Ella is a powerful magician, and her magic is convincing among the seagulls.

Regarding the magic of the starry sky, this is someone that all the other magicians in the academy have to admire.

"If the reason you are here is to chat," John interrupted the arrogant discussion and said casually, "maybe you can continue."

His voice stopped the magician who was about to speak.

The magician looked at John. They were both highly respected in the magic academy.

Especially the old magician, he likes the false flattery of others.

John's attitude was not polite, but it was also not respectful enough.

This made the old man frown uncomfortably.

"Apprentice, you should know that you should have enough respect when facing elders."

"If I remember correctly, the purpose of my coming here is the divine book." John asked strangely, "Does it have anything to do with you?"

The old magician choked.

It really doesn't matter.

They are just people who lead the way.

"Okay, Andriwen," Ella also frowned. She looked at John and said, "You are right, this is not a place for chatting."

"As a person who re-enters the flock of seagulls, you have the right to take the first step and be the first person on the road to the divine book."

Ella raised her hand, and dots of starlight flew from her hand to John.

"The starlight will guide you. I hope you are determined enough to go to the divine book."

The starlight flew towards John.

When he was about to enter his body, John stretched out his hand to grab it.

The illusory starlight was spinning in John's palm. He didn't have the habit of letting others put random things in his body.

It was just this move that stunned Ella.

Her magic starlight was actually blocked?

Starry sky magic is a very special kind of magic that uses the power of the starry sky as a medium and has illusory and ethereal qualities.

Even if you try to block it with your hands, it will still pass through and enter your body.

Because starlight is essentially invisible.

John was able to stop Xinghui, which made Ella pay more attention to him.

"Where are you from?" Ella asked.

"Hogwarts."

Putting the things in his pocket casually, John ignored the chatting of several guys and walked towards the interior of the hall.

Ella watched him leave, holding the book in her hand.

"What's wrong? Ms. Ella?"

Noticing that something was off about Ella, the goateeted magician asked.

"I'm fine, James," Ella took a deep breath, "Andriwen, you're right, he's very rude."

Andriwin said hypocritically, "Young magicians are always a little unruly."

"By the way, which one of you wants to visit my Flower Goddess Colossus Staff?"

...

There seems to be a fondness for portkeys here.

The portal key can only be used to transfer to a fixed point, while the portal that John gave to Hagrid can be used to transfer at will.

It seems that in some aspects, even Vanaheim, a country full of magic, has not gone too far.

On the taboo level, Vanaheim, like the Wizard, belongs to the exploration stage.

John wanted to take a look at the library.

There is no book here.

Walk into the long and deep corridor.

The armors placed in the corridor give this place a sense of solemnity.

John approached an armor and stared at it.

One person and one armor stood there for a long time.

It's been so long that the armor can no longer stretch.

Take the first step.

The sword was suddenly raised and slashed towards John.

When a magician is approached by a heavily armed armor, it is basically a sure way to death.

John blinked, raised his hands to resist the forcefully slashed armor wrist, and took the sword away with his backhand.

Armor stared at his sword in a daze. John weighed the sword in his hand and performed a sword dance with one hand.

This made the armor feel weak on the legs, and the sword had to be used with both hands, so a magician danced with a sword with one hand?

"The material of this sword is good."

After flicking the sword with his fingers, John smiled and said, "Let me guess, is your armor better or the sword better?"

The armor didn't even have time to react, the sword blade had already sliced ​​through his gap.

The helmet fell off, and then a sword was roughly inserted into the arm, the blade was rotated, and the arm was removed.

John dismantled the armor in a few strokes, leaving only the body.

There was also armor in this corridor, which wasn't supposed to activate until John walked through it.

But seeing how ferocious John was, they couldn't help but move.

John glanced at the disassembled armor and took out the Starlight from his pocket.

The stars were turning, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that this path is not the right one."

John held the sword horizontally in his right hand, grabbed the sword body with his left hand, and slid it bit by bit.

On the sword, flame patterns were printed on it, and golden flames covered the sword.

In this dark corridor, the flames reflected on John's face.

He smiled and said: "Kill it, it's the right thing to do."

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