Chapter 197 Miracles and the Draft
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
What is a miracle?
Survive disaster.
Cure when sick.
Survival in despair.
This is the despair of a disaster.
Despite survival, some are dissatisfied.
What the Witch-King wants to show.
It's a complete miracle.
It also truly shows the friendliness of wizards to the world.
"Everything is as before."
The wand was raised and the sound of a spell sounded.
The warship that was about to collapse stopped.
Centered on the location of the Witch King.
Everything is like going back in time.
The fallen pillars were re-erected, and the water poured in returned to the river.
The broken glass returned to the window as if rewinding, and there was no trace of damage visible on the clear glass.
Broken turf grows and a broken car quickly snaps back into place.
The road shows no visible damage.
John in the center is like the conductor of a grand orchestra.
He waved his magic wand, causing the damage to the entire Greenwich to disappear at this moment.
This is far more shocking than seeing an alien spacecraft.
The huge Greenwich seems as if it has never been invaded.
The sky is still so blue, and the huge dark elf warship rises and stands still in the sky, like a sword hanging upside down.
All greatness comes from the wizard in the silver mask.
Even an extremely critical person cannot say anything bad at this moment.
Compared to the damage caused by the Battle of New York.
Greenwich suffered zero losses.
Even a piece of paper that was damaged in the library was restored.
If it weren't for the huge dark elf warship still suspended in the sky, people would probably think that this was a ridiculous and beautiful dream.
John stopped waving his wand.
The red light of the ether in his hand dimmed.
With the help of the ether's ability to transform reality, John accomplished a miracle.
"Let me see, what should I do with you?"
The eyebrows under the mask were raised, and John looked at the dark elf battleship.
Although thousands of years have passed since the Dark Elves were defeated by God-King Bol.
But he can't stand that the dark elves are magic technology.
If nothing else, the stealth technology that can hide the eyes of Asgard's gatekeeper Heimdall is enough to defy the heavens.
Heimdall can monitor the nine realms, which shows how powerful his eyes are.
It's much more reliable than the invisibility of SHIELD aircraft carriers.
John tapped his wand on the mask and an idea came to him.
He looked at the jar containing ether and walked towards the dark elf battleship.
Walking under the battleship, John picked up the ether with his left hand and touched the bottom of the battleship with his right hand.
The moment his fingers touched it, dark red ether power spread towards the entire battleship.
The red wave spread, setting off a gust of wind in Greenwich.
John closed his eyes, and the moment he reopened them, his ability to modify reality was activated at this moment.
"Revise and refine."
The pattern of lines and circles followed the surface of the battleship and soon covered the entire battleship.
The huge magic circle spread out overhead, then quickly shrank into a small point and crashed into the battleship.
The top of the battleship began to collapse.
They start to shrink towards the bottom.
It looks like it's shrinking one grid after another.
(You can refer to the scene of Transformers Bumblebee collecting the Rubik's Cube.)
Under everyone's attention, the etheric intervention that modified reality transformed the huge dark elf battleship into one only the size of a palm.
John turned around, and the Dark Elf battleship was floating in the palm of his hand.
Everyone woke up like a dream.
"how did you do it?"
Sol was also dumbfounded.
Although he was good at playing with the hammer, it was a pity that he couldn't explain the current scene.
John smiled lightly and said: "It's just the ability to use ether to modify reality."
He closed his fingers and put away the dark elf battleship.
John casually handed the jar containing ether to Thor.
Saul was stunned and heard John say: "Someone is watching."
Thor looked quickly and saw the agents looking directly at Aether.
"This thing will make this world war again," John said calmly, "Bring it back to Asgard."
Thor is not a fool. The whole world has seen how powerful the ether is.
Leaving this thing on the earth will become something more dangerous than a nuclear bomb.
He nodded, and then said with some pity, "John, I apologize to you on behalf of my father."
Perhaps Asgard was not a pleasant trip for the Witch-King.
John patted Thor on the shoulder, "You are you, Odin is Odin."
Thor smiled.
After solving the problem of the ownership of the ether, John walked towards Mycroft who was hiding behind the agent.
He chuckled: "Now, a miracle happened."
"This is a great miracle." Mycroft looked at the sniper holding the M-02. "Under this miracle, our hero was born."
This is a 'draft' to create superheroes.
Mycroft's goal was achieved. He looked at the girl among the thirteen Aurors and said, "I need a wizard."
John understood what he meant, raised his eyebrows and said, "No one can force the people of the Magic Kingdom."
"I understand all this," Mycroft saluted gracefully, "I will use my own methods to win over, the Witch King."
The conversation between the two was no longer between Mycroft and John, but between the cabinet representing the United Kingdom and the Witch King representing the magical country.
Mycroft paid his respects and promised: "I will send a thank you gift for this miracle."
He wisely didn't mention the aether thing.
That thing is now in Thor's hands, and it is not something humans can negotiate with.
If it's in the hands of a wizard, then maybe the country will find a way.
There is no thought of Asgard, which cannot be reached by current human technology.
What happened in Greenwich will end with overwhelming reports.
A meeting about Greenwich is quietly unfolding.
...
"Wizards, the land of magic."
In the UK, a roundtable conference began.
Everyone in this meeting is wearing a pair of glasses.
The old man with white hair and a Cockney accent said noncommittally: "This is really a great miracle."
After he finished speaking, the man in the striped tie said: "We should be even more fortunate that we did not make the same mistake as the United States."
Hearing this, the old man couldn't help but feel ashamed.
Mycroft said: "We know that at a certain stage of the country's development, someone tried to expel the wizards through means."
"America is a great example."
The people who can enter this meeting are all people with great influence, and there are also people who have opposed the Miracle Son plan.
Mycroft's words meant something.
This refers not only to the Battle of New York, but also to another unknown incident that nearly destroyed Washington.
Mycroft glanced at the old man and continued: "The emergence of wizards is in line with the current situation. Since the emergence of Iron Man, we can see that the number of man-made disasters has gradually increased every year."
"Even the president of a country can be kidnapped by super villains."
"There is no doubt that the era of superheroes is coming. While America is shaping the Avengers, we need to have our own heroes."
He clapped his hands, and a virtual image rose up on the round table.
Above are ten pieces of information.
There are snipers who have performed well in the British Royal Special Forces, and there are also male college students who suddenly took a break from school on the way to school.
One piece of information appeared, including agents who appeared in Greenwich.
"We need a miracle to open up new horizons for us."
He walked to the round table, put his hands on the table, and glanced at everyone with sharp eyes.
The people he looked at either lowered their heads or were thoughtful.
"What to do with that spaceship?" one of them asked, dissatisfied, "We all know that after the Battle of New York, those trophies gave the Avengers a lot of improvements, but we got nothing."
Mycroft's eyes turned cold. It had only been a few hours, but those people who didn't care about life or death had begun to take advantage of the Witch King?
"We get a complete Greenwich, not a single British person dies, and that's the biggest gain."
He glanced at the person who spoke with a cold face, "Don't make me think you are stupid, Mr. Morey."
The person who still wanted to speak shut his mouth. He understood that Mycroft had exhausted his patience.
But even so, someone still asked: "The appearance of a wizard will make people panic."
"No, they are not scared." Mycroft straightened up gracefully and slowly walked towards the window of the tall building.
Looking down from above, he said calmly: "On the contrary, we have further cooperation with the wizard."
The Witch King has already given his answer.
The way the wizard fights, the ability to repair.
All are the rarest things in the superhero era.
What a wise wizard king.
Let the world see the harmlessness of wizards.
But he completely hides his most ferocious side.
No one knows that the most terrifying magics are in the hands of the Witch King, who is called the savior by everyone.
America is a good example, isn't it?
...
Survive disaster.
Cure when sick.
Survival in despair.
This is the despair of a disaster.
Despite survival, some are dissatisfied.
What the Witch-King wants to show.
It's a complete miracle.
It also truly shows the friendliness of wizards to the world.
"Everything is as before."
The wand was raised and the sound of a spell sounded.
The warship that was about to collapse stopped.
Centered on the location of the Witch King.
Everything is like going back in time.
The fallen pillars were re-erected, and the water poured in returned to the river.
The broken glass returned to the window as if rewinding, and there was no trace of damage visible on the clear glass.
Broken turf grows and a broken car quickly snaps back into place.
The road shows no visible damage.
John in the center is like the conductor of a grand orchestra.
He waved his magic wand, causing the damage to the entire Greenwich to disappear at this moment.
This is far more shocking than seeing an alien spacecraft.
The huge Greenwich seems as if it has never been invaded.
The sky is still so blue, and the huge dark elf warship rises and stands still in the sky, like a sword hanging upside down.
All greatness comes from the wizard in the silver mask.
Even an extremely critical person cannot say anything bad at this moment.
Compared to the damage caused by the Battle of New York.
Greenwich suffered zero losses.
Even a piece of paper that was damaged in the library was restored.
If it weren't for the huge dark elf warship still suspended in the sky, people would probably think that this was a ridiculous and beautiful dream.
John stopped waving his wand.
The red light of the ether in his hand dimmed.
With the help of the ether's ability to transform reality, John accomplished a miracle.
"Let me see, what should I do with you?"
The eyebrows under the mask were raised, and John looked at the dark elf battleship.
Although thousands of years have passed since the Dark Elves were defeated by God-King Bol.
But he can't stand that the dark elves are magic technology.
If nothing else, the stealth technology that can hide the eyes of Asgard's gatekeeper Heimdall is enough to defy the heavens.
Heimdall can monitor the nine realms, which shows how powerful his eyes are.
It's much more reliable than the invisibility of SHIELD aircraft carriers.
John tapped his wand on the mask and an idea came to him.
He looked at the jar containing ether and walked towards the dark elf battleship.
Walking under the battleship, John picked up the ether with his left hand and touched the bottom of the battleship with his right hand.
The moment his fingers touched it, dark red ether power spread towards the entire battleship.
The red wave spread, setting off a gust of wind in Greenwich.
John closed his eyes, and the moment he reopened them, his ability to modify reality was activated at this moment.
"Revise and refine."
The pattern of lines and circles followed the surface of the battleship and soon covered the entire battleship.
The huge magic circle spread out overhead, then quickly shrank into a small point and crashed into the battleship.
The top of the battleship began to collapse.
They start to shrink towards the bottom.
It looks like it's shrinking one grid after another.
(You can refer to the scene of Transformers Bumblebee collecting the Rubik's Cube.)
Under everyone's attention, the etheric intervention that modified reality transformed the huge dark elf battleship into one only the size of a palm.
John turned around, and the Dark Elf battleship was floating in the palm of his hand.
Everyone woke up like a dream.
"how did you do it?"
Sol was also dumbfounded.
Although he was good at playing with the hammer, it was a pity that he couldn't explain the current scene.
John smiled lightly and said: "It's just the ability to use ether to modify reality."
He closed his fingers and put away the dark elf battleship.
John casually handed the jar containing ether to Thor.
Saul was stunned and heard John say: "Someone is watching."
Thor looked quickly and saw the agents looking directly at Aether.
"This thing will make this world war again," John said calmly, "Bring it back to Asgard."
Thor is not a fool. The whole world has seen how powerful the ether is.
Leaving this thing on the earth will become something more dangerous than a nuclear bomb.
He nodded, and then said with some pity, "John, I apologize to you on behalf of my father."
Perhaps Asgard was not a pleasant trip for the Witch-King.
John patted Thor on the shoulder, "You are you, Odin is Odin."
Thor smiled.
After solving the problem of the ownership of the ether, John walked towards Mycroft who was hiding behind the agent.
He chuckled: "Now, a miracle happened."
"This is a great miracle." Mycroft looked at the sniper holding the M-02. "Under this miracle, our hero was born."
This is a 'draft' to create superheroes.
Mycroft's goal was achieved. He looked at the girl among the thirteen Aurors and said, "I need a wizard."
John understood what he meant, raised his eyebrows and said, "No one can force the people of the Magic Kingdom."
"I understand all this," Mycroft saluted gracefully, "I will use my own methods to win over, the Witch King."
The conversation between the two was no longer between Mycroft and John, but between the cabinet representing the United Kingdom and the Witch King representing the magical country.
Mycroft paid his respects and promised: "I will send a thank you gift for this miracle."
He wisely didn't mention the aether thing.
That thing is now in Thor's hands, and it is not something humans can negotiate with.
If it's in the hands of a wizard, then maybe the country will find a way.
There is no thought of Asgard, which cannot be reached by current human technology.
What happened in Greenwich will end with overwhelming reports.
A meeting about Greenwich is quietly unfolding.
...
"Wizards, the land of magic."
In the UK, a roundtable conference began.
Everyone in this meeting is wearing a pair of glasses.
The old man with white hair and a Cockney accent said noncommittally: "This is really a great miracle."
After he finished speaking, the man in the striped tie said: "We should be even more fortunate that we did not make the same mistake as the United States."
Hearing this, the old man couldn't help but feel ashamed.
Mycroft said: "We know that at a certain stage of the country's development, someone tried to expel the wizards through means."
"America is a great example."
The people who can enter this meeting are all people with great influence, and there are also people who have opposed the Miracle Son plan.
Mycroft's words meant something.
This refers not only to the Battle of New York, but also to another unknown incident that nearly destroyed Washington.
Mycroft glanced at the old man and continued: "The emergence of wizards is in line with the current situation. Since the emergence of Iron Man, we can see that the number of man-made disasters has gradually increased every year."
"Even the president of a country can be kidnapped by super villains."
"There is no doubt that the era of superheroes is coming. While America is shaping the Avengers, we need to have our own heroes."
He clapped his hands, and a virtual image rose up on the round table.
Above are ten pieces of information.
There are snipers who have performed well in the British Royal Special Forces, and there are also male college students who suddenly took a break from school on the way to school.
One piece of information appeared, including agents who appeared in Greenwich.
"We need a miracle to open up new horizons for us."
He walked to the round table, put his hands on the table, and glanced at everyone with sharp eyes.
The people he looked at either lowered their heads or were thoughtful.
"What to do with that spaceship?" one of them asked, dissatisfied, "We all know that after the Battle of New York, those trophies gave the Avengers a lot of improvements, but we got nothing."
Mycroft's eyes turned cold. It had only been a few hours, but those people who didn't care about life or death had begun to take advantage of the Witch King?
"We get a complete Greenwich, not a single British person dies, and that's the biggest gain."
He glanced at the person who spoke with a cold face, "Don't make me think you are stupid, Mr. Morey."
The person who still wanted to speak shut his mouth. He understood that Mycroft had exhausted his patience.
But even so, someone still asked: "The appearance of a wizard will make people panic."
"No, they are not scared." Mycroft straightened up gracefully and slowly walked towards the window of the tall building.
Looking down from above, he said calmly: "On the contrary, we have further cooperation with the wizard."
The Witch King has already given his answer.
The way the wizard fights, the ability to repair.
All are the rarest things in the superhero era.
What a wise wizard king.
Let the world see the harmlessness of wizards.
But he completely hides his most ferocious side.
No one knows that the most terrifying magics are in the hands of the Witch King, who is called the savior by everyone.
America is a good example, isn't it?
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