I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

When Nathan met for the first time, he felt the huge magic power in John.

He even felt that John's magic power surpassed Odyssey and reached the level of God King Frey.

Of course, it's just magic.

The power of God King Frey is not only his magic power, but also his magic and combat abilities.

Even so, he felt that he might have overestimated John.

But when John stood in the center of the magic source, it burst out.

Only then did he realize that his guess was still conservative.

John's Finite Stones were all split from the Infinity Stones by extracting energy.

The Cosmic Cube where the Space Stone is located is called infinite energy, and John's current state is equivalent to four times that amount.

Those energies flow into the body and are transformed into magic power.

Black energy flashed across John's eyes, followed by yellow arcs, blue lightning, green fluorescence, and red mist.

He is like a transit station. The energy passes through the body, turns into magic power and is released from the wand.

Nathan thought John could use magic.

He was wrong.

John takes the most direct approach.

Forcefully use magic power to wake him up.

With the magic source as the center, huge magic power descends throughout the world.

The roots of the elf mother tree felt this magic power, and the big tree that had been losing leaves stopped falling.

Sage Habakak outside opened his eyes wide.

The young elf had no time to cheer before he was swept away by a tsunami of magic.

For an instant.

A large number of elves fainted with bleeding noses.

"Quick! Get out of here!"

Habakak could tell at a glance that he was stunned by magic.

Too much magic power poured into the body, causing these immature elves to faint.

As one of the three sages, Habakak is a powerful magician in his own right.

But when faced with this magic power, he even felt like surrendering.

"Sage Nathan, what exactly did you bring?"

He was deeply shocked.

This is not the magic that a wizard can possess at all.

The ground shook, and the body of the Elf Mother Tree suddenly exploded.

Just one branch can destroy a colony when it falls.

The elves fled here one after another.

They thought about many situations when magic power was exhausted.

But they never thought that one day they would be driven away because of too much magic power.

John in the source of magic looked solemn.

"not enough."

He increased the conversion speed and the magic power increased again.

The magic power penetrated directly through the Elf Mother Tree and turned into substantial light that broke through the sky of Alfheim.

Like a torch.

A huge ball of light formed by the gathering of magic power, like a small sun, exuding dazzling light.

Nathan's expression ranged from shock to numbness.

He seemed to be facing a human-shaped sun.

John said solemnly: "I need more."

The Elder Wand increases magic power, and limited gems convert magic power.

John took out a blue gem from his pocket.

This is the Philosopher's Stone, the product of the Witch King.

Can be used to increase magic power.

John once used it as a material for his wand.

The magic is still expanding.

John's eyes exploded with blackness.

Dormammu, who was far away in the dark dimension, couldn't help but cursed, "It's him again, that damn Witch King!"

The energy of the dark dimension is continuously extracted by John.

That little sun also turned into a huge sun.

The elves looked up. They didn't dare to think about what kind of disaster would happen if this thing fell.

Sage Habakak couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Did you find a savior or a devil, Sage Nathan?"

Nathan also wanted to know this question.

He looked numbly at the thing that might destroy the Elf Kingdom if it fell.

This is not magic power that humans can possess at all, no, this is not human at all!

John felt almost done.

Next, just compress.

He looked directly into the brilliance of the sun.

Wand waved.

Every time you wave it, the magic sun will become smaller.

As time went by, the sun shrank from being huge at the beginning to ten meters, and then to two meters.

Until the magic becomes the size of a basketball.

Falling slowly towards the source of magic power.

John looked at the sun and then looked at Nathan across the way.

He felt he needed to remind him.

"You'd better get out of here."

John pointed at the falling magic light ball.

Nathan reacted, yes, he was still there!

He didn't want to know what kind of power the magic sun that had been compressed thousands of times would have.

The magic power of Alfheim has weakened, which means that John completely squeezed this magic power from his body.

Nathan began to suspect that John was actually a moving source of magic.

This amount completely belongs to the magical category of magic.

He ran to the door.

He was dumbfounded when he saw the plant guard who was jumping around like he was drunk.

That thing sealed the exit directly.

"Don't close the door, I'm still inside!"

He beat him with all his strength, but was tied up with his backhand by the grass and tree guards.

"It's over."

Nathan's hands and feet were cold.

Because he saw that the magic sun had touched the water.

Like a stone falling into water, the magic sun sank toward the source of magic power.

John looked at it, his back bulged, and his golden wings broke free.

The light pierced the source of magic, as if someone was waving a sword toward the sky from under the spring.

As the light swept across, another branch of the Elf Mother Tree broke.

Immediately afterwards, John closed his wings to wrap the entire stone platform under his feet.

The magic sun with nowhere to vent exploded under the source of magic.

The entire Elf Mother Tree trembled.

The spring water is constantly gushing like boiling water, and the magic source inside is constantly spraying.

"boom!"

It's like the end has come to the elves.

The magic sun shrank to the extreme, and then poured out infinite magic power.

In an instant, vegetation grew wildly within the realm of elves.

The elf mother tree, which was originally close to dead, actually grew new buds after many branches were cut off.

The withered yellow leaves turned into brilliant leaves like gold.

The Elf Mother Tree was affected by this magic power and was forcibly changed.

Like alchemy turning stone into gold, the golden color of the mother tree is extremely sacred when illuminated by light.

Those fallen leaves also lifted into the sky with the magic power, forming a huge halo surrounding the elf mother tree.

When Sage Habakak saw this scene, his body trembled, and tears streaked his serious face from the corners of his eyes.

"The Elf Mother Tree is recovering."

He knelt down devoutly, his body trembling.

Magic is miracle.

Nathan finally escaped from the entanglement of the grass and tree guards. He looked at the golden elf mother tree with an expression full of shock.

"On my own, I forcibly awakened the source of magic power and mutated the Elf Mother Tree."

He raised his hand, and the familiar magic flowed through his body again.

That is the magic power flowing into every elf's body through the roots of the elf mother tree.

The source of magic has revived.

Unable to express his emotions, Nathan knelt down stiffly.

He loved this land so much.

He kissed the earth.

...

The magical source of reawakened magic glows with vitality.

In the center of this bright green spring water, the golden wings are as sacred as golden eggshells.

And the new ones are waking up here.

John slowly opened his wings.

The magic power just now was already at a level that he also needed to defend against.

The pure magic power caused the magic source to bounce away from the pressing hand, allowing the spring to vent freely.

A huge amount of magic power will cause some things to mutate, which John thinks is acceptable.

Back then, he once created a life when his magic power was running rampant.

The current situation is not bad, it just changes the elf mother tree, there is not much difference.

The wings slowly retracted, John touched his chin and looked at the golden roots of the elf mother tree, lost in thought.

"Could this thing be because of me?"

He glanced at the golden scales on his hand with a strange look on his face.

Yeah, exactly the same color as the tree.

Looking at the beautiful source of magic, it was full of vitality, and the previous feeling of death was completely gone.

John put his hand into the spring water.

He could feel it, and the magic was jumping to show its favor to him, the Witch King.

A smile appeared on John's lips and his fingers slid in the water.

Sudden.

His smile faltered.

If unsure, touch again.

John touched a soft patch.

He opened his eyes, grabbed the thing and slowly took it out of the water.

It was a touch of whiteness.

John looked along this slender line.

What caught his eye was a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in pure white.

The woman's sky-blue eyes were looking at John motionlessly.

Queen Freya.

What he held with his five fingers was Queen Freya's ankle.

John was lost in thought at this time.

"Why is she still in the water?"

There is no answer to this question.

John loosened his fingers calmly, washed his hands and stood up calmly, introducing himself: "Invited by Sage Nathan, I came to awaken the source of magic."

Queen Freya felt strange. She shrank her toes and stood up from the spring water.

When John saw this scene, his eyes changed.

Unlike relying on magic to stand up, Queen Freya is truly standing on the spring water.

The queen is worthy of being a queen, and she walked out of the strange situation in a very queenly manner.

She nodded slightly and said, "Honorable Witch King."

"Oh?" John narrowed his eyes, "You know me? Queen Freya."

Freya looked at John, and she didn't know if it was because she had soaked it for a long time, and her skin had a little more pink.

"From the Witch King of the Atrium, Alfheim welcomes you and thanks you for your help."

Queen Freya touched the spring water and said: "The moment I knew you, my existence was also known here."

What she said here was referring to the source of magic power.

Queen Freya smiled and said: "It thinks you are more suitable to become the king of magic."

When John heard this, he lowered his head and looked at the source of the jubilant magic power, and said uncertainly: "Is this the reason why it shrinks its magic power?"

Queen Freya nodded and said helplessly: "It likes you very much."

Looking at the golden color around her and the scale pattern on John's face, she sighed, "Even this world is willing to change for you."

The Elf Mother Tree turned into a golden tree, welcoming the arrival of the Witch King.

Somehow, Freya looked at John but was not disappointed.

"Aren't you sad?" John asked.

Queen Freya fiddled with her skirt dignifiedly and elegantly, looking at John with her sky-blue eyes.

"I welcome your arrival as well."

"The Witch King, that's okay, the King of Alfheim."

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