Chapter 342 It was Iron Man who killed our parents

The interior space of the magic suitcase, the magic research room.

Lockhart stood in the middle of the research room. The ground was outlined with simple grid stripes. On the bookshelf on the wall next to it, there were a large number of magic books exuding various magic waves.

In front of him, a thick burgundy magic book floated in mid-air. It was placed at a very suitable height. If you lower your head slightly, you can scan the entire page.

Looking at the books in front of him, Lockhart sometimes frowned slightly, sometimes relaxed, and sometimes finally muttered to himself, as if he had thought of something.

Sometimes, with just a flick of the finger, the pages of the book turn.

Sometimes he raised his head slightly, stared ahead, and waved his wand, and scratches of various colors appeared in the air.

But then there was a subtle pop, the light flickered and disappeared.

I don’t know if the experiment failed or if it was canceled on purpose.

In such a scene, if Lockhart puts on a black suit, he will look like a conductor at a singing and dancing scene.

However, what Lockhart commands is the element of magic, what he commands is the runes, and what he commands is the power of the spirit.

And the cover of this burgundy book says "A Preliminary Study of Chaos Magic"

"Chaos magic is the power of magic rather than the power of will and belief."

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"Illusion and matter, dreams and reality, are equivalent in the eyes of those who control chaos magic."

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"The power of chaos is vast, or twisted. Those who come into contact with chaos magic will have no anchor, and their minds and souls will only become more twisted and closer to chaos."

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Looking at the large amount of handwriting in the book, Lockhart murmured to himself, reviewing the knowledge he had learned in the past and confirming each other.

"flame."

Lockhart uttered a word softly, and a pool of hot flames floated in front of him.

However, if a mage saw it, they would be extremely surprised, because they found that there seemed to be no magic fluctuations around them.

Just like a natural existence.

Lockhart stared at it for a few seconds, and then

"Flowing water!"

As the words fell, a transparent stream of water appeared next to the flame.

Look at the flames and water in front of you.

Roxas spat out again: "Life!"

Crackling! Blah blah blah!

The flames were crackling and beating, and at the same time, the water was also flowing and swaying violently.

And the faint golden light in Lockhart's eyes flickered.

Soon, as if affected by something, the round flame slowly grew limbs wrapped around the flame, and stretched out its head made of flame.

Two small flames appeared in the eyes, completely like a little man made of fire.

The little fireman looked at Lockhart in front of him, his eyes full of curiosity, and he shook his limbs and head slightly like a child.

The flames also slowly swayed, which was very cute.

The same goes for the water flow next to it, forming a little man made of water.

After the little fire man and the little water man saw each other, they seemed to be very curious and stretched out their little hands to touch each other.

When the flames and water flow touch each other, the two do not evaporate, but merge with each other.

Soon, a small figure with a transparent body appeared in front of Lockhart. Inside the small figure, one could clearly see a large number of flame-like threads flowing, like blood and blood vessels.

As the transparent man gently shook his body, a small flame appeared on the surface from time to time, but it quickly extinguished.

Seeing this very weird little man in front of him, Lockhart let out a breath.

call!

A light white mist emerged, and as it passed through the transparent figure, it seemed to be quickly assimilated.

In less than three seconds, it turned white, and its body surface looked like white plastic. At a glance, it looked like a little plastic person.

Seeing the changes in the villain, Lockhart did not show any happy emotion in his eyes. Instead, his face was expressionless, even a little ugly.

What went wrong?

The last step is to give a real soul and turn this element into a living body, but it always fails and various unknown changes occur.

Thoughts swirled, Lockhart's mind kept thinking.

I had previously obtained the memory of Master David in the Master's Secret Realm, and realized that he attached great importance to chaos magic.

Lockhart once again re-read the book on chaos magic recommended by the Ancient One.

As introduced in books, the biggest difference between chaos magic and general magic is.

It lies in the leveraging of concepts!

Most common magic touches the level of energy, and advanced magic touches the level of concepts through energy.

For example, fireballs, wind blades or portals, etc.

Chaos magic, on the other hand, mostly touches the conceptual level and affects energy through concepts, which is more direct and effective.

For example, if a flame is given the concept of immortality and is not subject to external interference, then it will never go out.

Ordinary magic can also be used, but it requires continuous replenishment of magic power. Once the magic power is insufficient, the flame will disappear.

This is the difference between the two.

Chaos magic, in Lockhart's eyes, is actually the manipulation of various concepts.

Among them, the most difficult part of studying chaos magic is the determination of the concept, the changes that occur after touching it, etc.

It's very confusing and unknown.

It is very easy to simply stir up the concepts of fire and water just now, and you can also do it by giving them a certain amount of vitality.

But if you want to grow it into an incomplete, or in other words, a miniature, simple life form, chaos suddenly arises.

Until now, Lockhart has been completely unable to influence or control.

Looking at the plastic figure in front of him, Lockhart sighed softly and had an idea.

Hot flames rose up and burned them, leaving a pile of ashes on the ground along with plumes of black smoke and the smell of glue, and then everything disappeared without a trace.

Lockhart, on the other hand, once again focused his attention on the books in front of him.

This book covers some of the opinions, experiences, and warnings of past mages of Kamathaj studying chaos magic.

In their eyes, chaos magic is powerful, but also dangerous.

To be precise, it does more harm than good.

Because the power of concepts requires an extremely powerful mind to be able to touch it.

Otherwise, it is easy to suffer conceptual distortion and backlash.

Lockhart discovered that after a round of soul transformation, he could come into contact with and understand the power of some underlying concepts.

The most important thing is your own wizard talent, which is closely related to this.

In addition, Master Gu Yi and Master David are emphasizing the importance of chaos magic.

Naturally, he would not choose to give up easily.

Later, Lockhart personally tried to touch on various concepts based on the instructions in the book.

The power of concepts is extremely complex.

Just a concept related to fire contains many subtle concepts.

What is hot, burning, even civilization is included in it.

It is very complex and prone to various errors.

If you just use it, there is no need to bother. Just a thought, an imagination, and a picture, and it will naturally evolve and change in its direction.

It’s as if the effect leads to the cause.

But if you want to study it in depth and unleash the true power of chaos magic, it will be really labor-intensive.

But Lockhart has made a decision in his heart, and will naturally invest more time in research later.

He was very curious about his wizarding talent, but when he delved into how it worked, he only felt confused and ignorant.

The power of concepts is the most advanced power he can come into contact with, and Lockhart will not give up.

While Lockhart was studying, suddenly

The golden dragon magic mark on his right arm flickered, and at the same time, a piece of information emerged in his mind.

It was the message from Rumlow, S.H.I.E.L.D.

Well, since Lockhart conquered Sitwell.

Naturally, he would not choose to stop. Of course, he would continue to control more Hydras through Sitwell.

Among them, Rumlow of SHIELD, as a teammate of Sitwell, was naturally not let go.

What Lockhart regrets is that Hydra still does a very good job of keeping real information about its members confidential.

Normally the two parties are not allowed to have contact.

The only people who made Lockhart want to control more were the members, and none of them had too much control.

Rumlow and some of his Hydra men are already considered top-notch.

As for directly controlling Pierce, Lockhart found it really difficult.

The various real and fake substitutes, and even robot substitutes, made Lockhart cry out and it was an eye-opener.

In the end, we can only let nature take its course.

Otherwise, if the traces are leaked, it will be very troublesome if Hydra conducts a self-examination.

Lockhart was simply not in a hurry.

Hydra is not very important to him, the most important thing is magic.

If he has the Supreme Mage and the strength, then everything can be pushed aside.

However, with the power Lockhart now controls.

No matter whether it was the Scarlet Witch information obtained by SHIELD or Hydra, it could not escape his hands.

Now, I just don’t know where Wanda and Pietro are?

Eastern Europe, Sokovia.

In a somewhat dilapidated, crowded, and backward city.

Smooth and flat asphalt roads are very rare, and most of them are roads filled with yellow dirt.

A car speeding by usually kicks up a lot of dust.

On both sides of the road, various stalls are placed randomly. The middle-aged bosses wearing various loose clothes are either shouting or fanning, chatting and resting.

beep! beep! beep!

The driver was driving a very old car, looking at the crowded vehicles in front of him, and honking his horn impatiently.

As the loud horn sounded, other drivers also jumped into action.

They were all a little impatient because they were blocked. Some chose to use the loudspeaker, and some just stuck their heads out of the window and opened their mouths to curse.

"What are you doing to eat out front? Where are the traffic police? Are you wasting taxpayers' money?"

"What idiots are causing trouble in front of you? Believe it or not, I'm looking for someone."

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The hot weather seems to aggravate the irritability of every driver stuck in a traffic jam.

At the front of the jammed vehicles, two cars were lying across the middle of the road.

The front of one car was crooked and the rear of the car was in tatters.

It was obvious that there was a car accident.

At the scene of the car accident, two waves of people were opposing each other. There were more than 20 people in total, each wearing sleazy clothes, with various ferocious images carved on their bodies, and holding various sticks and weapons in their hands.

At first glance, it looks like a scene of a gang fight.

On the side, some people in police uniforms were chatting and looking at the current scene as if they were watching a play.

Of course, not only the police were onlookers, but also some surrounding businesses and pedestrians.

They seemed not surprised by such a scene.

This is Sokovia, a backward country with relatively chaotic order.

While everyone was concentrating on watching the gang fight scene.

Many stall owners did not notice that whenever a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in tatters, passed by with a boy of twelve or thirteen years old in front of their stall.

The stalls will be missing some fruits, food, etc.

At the same time, the black bags in the hands between the girl and the boy began to slowly bulge.

"Brother, hurry up, don't take it anymore." Wanda whispered: "They will come to their senses soon, let's go first."

"Okay, sister." Pietro checked his black bag, nodded and said quickly.

The surrounding shop owners didn't seem to notice, and their attention was still focused on the two waves of gang members who were confronting each other.

Although Wanda knew it, she still quickened her pace.

According to her experience, generally speaking, no one would notice the two siblings in such a situation.

But if you stay too long, the probability of being discovered will still be high.

With so many people, especially the police, it would be difficult for them to escape smoothly.

So one word - fast.

You have to be quick to get things, you have to walk fast, and you have to run away fast.

The younger brother quickly saw his sister Wanda galloping quickly, and he quickly started to trot to keep up with his sister's rhythm.

Soon, they broke away from the gathering crowd and walked towards a small alley.

Arriving in this quiet alley, the two siblings looked at each other and looked at what they had just gained.

There were bright smiles on their faces.

"Pietro, do you see what I got?" Wanda reached into the bag in front of her, took out a barrel of black chocolate, shook it, and said to Pietro seductively.

"Your favorite chocolate, this is a good thing."

After Pietro saw it, his eyes were a little straightened and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Sister, why don't we try it now? I haven't eaten chocolate in a long time."

After hearing what her brother said, the childish-looking Wanda looked around cautiously, and nodded after finding that no one was safe.

The two walked to the wall. Wanda opened the keg and saw a large number of round chocolate balls inside, and she couldn't help but smile.

Then, he reached out and grabbed a handful, placing it between his brother Pietro's already prepared hands.

After Pietro got it, he couldn't wait to take several pieces and put them in his mouth, chewing them and tasting the aroma of chocolate.

When Wanda saw it, a doting smile appeared on her face. She looked at the chocolate balls in her hand, took one out, put it in her mouth, and slowly hid the sweetness of the chocolate.

Then close the lid.

Chocolate is a good thing, so eat it sparingly.

Then, he glanced at his brother who was eating chocolate, and then lowered his head to sort out today's harvest.

There are apples, bananas, 5 slices of bread, and a bottle of Coke, which is a good thing.

While Wanda was sorting out her harvest, suddenly

Wanda's face was as cold as frost, and her eyes were even more angry, or murderous intent was more appropriate.

Because, she saw a weekly magazine in the bag that she had picked up before - this was the material she was going to get some books to teach her brother how to read.

The cover character of the weekly magazine is very familiar to Wanda.

Then, she picked up this thin weekly.

Put it in front of Pietro, pointed at the cover of the character, and said coldly.

"Pietro, you have to remember that Iron Man, Tony Stark, is the culprit who killed our parents and destroyed our family."