Elden Gulong in American comics

The student's grades are the last in his age group and he is hereby asking for leave.

"

After teaching hard for half a semester, I finally discovered that the class I taught was last in grade in physics, with an average score of 20 points.

I am still the class teacher, and my mentality is really broken.

Take a day off to recover.

."

After teaching hard for half a semester, I finally discovered that the class I taught was last in grade in physics, with an average score of 20 points.

I am still the class teacher, and my mentality is really broken.

Take a day off to recover.

."

After teaching hard for half a semester, I finally discovered that the class I taught was last in grade in physics, with an average score of 20 points.

I am still the class teacher, and my mentality is really broken.

Take a day off to recover.

."

After teaching hard for half a semester, I finally discovered that the class I taught was last in grade in physics, with an average score of 20 points.

I am still the class teacher, and my mentality is really broken.

Take a day off to recover.

."

After teaching hard for half a semester, I finally discovered that the class I taught was last in grade in physics, with an average score of 20 points.

I am still the class teacher, and my mentality is really broken.

Take a day off to recover.

."

After teaching hard for half a semester, I finally discovered that the class I taught was last in grade in physics, with an average score of 20 points.

I am still the class teacher, and my mentality is really broken.

Take a day off to recover.

."

After teaching hard for half a semester, I finally discovered that the class I taught was last in grade in physics, with an average score of 20 points.

I am still the class teacher, and my mentality is really broken.

Take a day off to recover.

."

After teaching hard for half a semester, I finally discovered that the class I taught was last in grade in physics, with an average score of 20 points.

I am still the class teacher, and my mentality is really broken.

Take a day off to recover.

."

After teaching hard for half a semester, I finally discovered that the class I taught was last in grade in physics, with an average score of 20 points.

I am still the class teacher, and my mentality is really broken.

Take a day off to recover.

.

Chapter 274: Corruption Disease

With the assistance of the Ancient One (Dormammu), Doctor Strange made rapid progress, and even mastered many wonderful spells in just a few days that no wizard had mastered in his life.

"This is a genius like no other."

An old mage who survived the disaster said this. He watched Strange draw a perfect portal and was moved by his subtle operation.

"This fluctuation of magic power and this technique are exactly the same as Master Gu Yi."

The mage in charge of teaching was in tears. He never thought that one day he would be able to see such a genius appear.

In the face of these compliments, Strange remained unmoved. He calmly wiped his trembling hands, turned and walked towards his room.

In the simple room, there was a big, thick book. When Strange came, the book opened automatically, revealing black writing on it.

"How was the class today?"

"Easy, just like in medical school."

Strange said with joy, and then he put his hand on the page. In an instant, his spirit was sucked into the page.

In the endless dark void, stood a woman in white robes. Her head was shaved and she had a calm smile on her face, like an immortal who had nothing to do.

It's a pity that there are some black lines on her face, which ruins the beauty of the entire face and adds a hint of evil.

Strange clasped his hands together in front of Ancient One, bowed and said, "Master Ancient One, I'm here."

Compared to those mage teachers who take large classes, Strange prefers to follow Gu Yi to start a small stove, and the other party seems to regard him as his favorite disciple and teach him everything.

"Today, I will teach you about the 'curse'."

In this space, the two of them sat cross-legged. Black mist surged in Gu Yi's hand and he spoke to Strange in front of him.

"That doesn't sound like white magic."

Strange was a little confused, but Ancient One shook his head:

“Power is not good or bad, it’s what you do with it that matters.”

"Many of my disciples don't understand this kind of thing, but you are different. I think you should be able to understand the relationship."

Ancient One said this, and Strange nodded. As an experienced surgeon, he certainly understood that the world is not black and white, so he stopped saying anything more, closed his mouth, and continued to listen to Ancient One. teach.

"Curse is an ancient and primitive black magic. Before Kama Taj was established, there were ancient priests who used the power of the devil to cast curses."

"Put magic on the cursed person through his clothes or hair."

Strange nodded: "Like a tracking missile?"

"Interesting metaphor."

Gu Yi smiled slightly: "That's it, but the identification of curses does not rely on heat source or quality."

As he spoke, Ancient One pulled out a hair from Strange's head, and with a casual move, the hair burned up in the air, and Strange suddenly felt nauseated.

"This is a curse. If I am serious, I can make your stomach burst and let you drown in stomach acid."

Strange pursed his lips: "Does the identification of curses rely on genes?"

"Gene, well, you can understand it that way."

"That means I can impose a curse on a group of people who share the same gene, just like a biological weapon."

Strange drew inferences from one example. A friend of his who was a microbiologist once told him that he could use some means to create a virus that only infects a certain type of people.

Gu Yi nodded: "Strange ideas, you are always full of fantastic ideas that surprise me."

"But the kind of curse that curses an entire race can only be issued by a demon god."

"Now, let's get back to teaching."

……

Beside the holy tree, Locke was making final preparations for the subsequent battle. Michaela stood under the holy tree, looking up at the holy tree in front of her.

“Are you going to move this tree?”

Gu Long came over and asked. On his hand was a golden glove with a purple gem inlaid on it.

"Forget it, this tree has become a symbol of this place and an integral part of these people."

As she spoke, Mikaela stretched out her hand, and strands of golden light flew out from the tree and condensed in her hand.

"Putting it here can also help them."

The golden light was condensing, and finally turned into a long staff held by Michaela in her hand. There was a yellow gem on the head of the staff flashing, and Ultron's voice came from it:

"Ms. Michaela, what you asked for has been delivered to the sacred tree."

Michaela nodded slightly and walked away with Gu Long. In the hospital established by the Osborne Group, Norman Osborne was looking at the equipment in front of him and let out an exclamation.

"This level of technology is at least 20 years ahead of the current era, no, maybe 50 years."

As the leader of the Osborne Group, Norman is very sensitive to technological changes, but he swears that he has never seen such a powerful instrument.

This instrument combines the functions of an electron microscope, a centrifuge, a spectrum analyzer and other instruments, and its accuracy is incredibly high.

This is a research machine combined with Chitauri technology, a powerful analyzer designed by Ultron.