Man in Marvel: The Manifestation of the Gods

"But Dad, we don't have any other manpower available now." Jackie Chan smiled helplessly.

"Most of these soldiers have gang backgrounds, so it's difficult to get them to obey orders." Sheriff Blake didn't have any good solutions either.

District 13, to which he belongs, has no connection with the military and has no authority to command the army.

"Crack! Crack!"

The old man gave each of them a slap without hesitation, "Do you want the Mountain Demon to see a group of appetizers as soon as he goes out, devour them, and then recover his strength?"

"If you don't want to, just make these disobedient apes leave! They will only cause trouble here!"

at this time.

A breeze blew by without anyone noticing.

Xiaoyu, who had been thinking hard, noticed that the pages of the magic book opened by her father on the table were turning quickly.

Eh?

Xiaoyu walked forward and took a curious look.

【The art of clones! 】

Xiaoyu tilted her head and thought for a moment, her eyes gradually brightened, she rushed forward and picked up the spell book.

"Dad! I found a way to make people obey orders."

Sheriff Blake and Jackie Chan, who were still trying to dissuade their father, looked back and saw Xiaoyu holding the magic book high.

"Xiao Yu, don't disturb daddy. Time is running out." Jackie Chan frowned and told Xiao Yu to go play aside without even looking at her.

He has enough worries now.

But Dad stopped Jackie Chan. This would require the joint efforts of everyone. Although Xiaoyu was a little jumpy at ordinary times, but at critical moments, her little head could always come up with some brilliant ideas.

"Jackie Chan, Xiaoyu has gradually grown up, and we should listen to her opinions."

Xiaoyu was originally angry, but when she heard what her father said, she immediately winked at the helpless Jackie Chan proudly: "See, Uncle Long, my father said he needs to listen to my opinion."

"Okay, Xiaoyu, then tell me, do you have any good ideas?" Jackie Chan was also anxious for the moment, and he felt that it was inappropriate to directly deny Xiaoyu's behavior.

He squatted down, rubbed Xiaoyu's fluffy hair, and asked.

"Dad, Uncle Long, look! If we use this clone spell, can we form a large formation?" Xiaoyu accepted Jackie Chan's apology, raised the magic book in her hand and asked.

"The art of cloning?" Jackie Chan and Blake, two magic idiots, looked at each other.

The old man pushed his glasses up and frowned, "The clone technique?"

"That's right, Dad!" Xiaoyu nodded happily and told her thoughts: "Since Dad said that those people in the audience are too undisciplined, why not find someone who can follow instructions."

"That's a good idea." Jackie Chan's eyes lit up when he heard this and he praised Xiaoyu.

"Hehe~" Xiaoyu put her hands behind her back and smiled proudly.

But the old man shook his head with a serious expression: "No."

Jackie Chan was puzzled, "Why, Dad?"

"Idiot, using the clone technique requires brewing potion, not to mention the brewing time and success rate."

"Even if it succeeds in the end, the person taking the drug can only create one or two clones at most, and the duration of the clones is also unstable."

Dad was a little impatient and shook his head. "The risk is too great and not worth the risk."

"But Dad, do you have a better idea?" Xiaoyu asked somewhat unwillingly.

"Okay, Xiaoyu, I know you want to help, but Dad said you can't, so just follow Sheriff Blake and retreat to safety." Jackie Chan glanced at the time on his watch.

Now the Hell Gate could be activated at any time.

The danger is too great.

So he simply asked Sheriff Blake to take Xiaoyu away with him.

"I do not!"

Xiaoyu turned around quickly and ran away.

"Xiao Yu!" Jackie Chan wanted to chase after her, but was stopped by his father who seemed to be lost in thought. A light reflected from his glasses, and he looked up with eyes full of wisdom, looking in the direction where Xiao Yu left.

"Forget it, Jackie Chan, don't chase him. The most important thing now is the Gate of Hell!"

...

"Huff, huff. Dad and the others, as well as Uncle Long, don't believe me. No, I have to give it a try. What if I succeed?" Xiaoyu ran out of the temple in one breath, holding the magic book.

But if you want to make potions, you need materials.

"Have it!"

Xiaoyu saw the military truck parked outside.

Above are a lot of materials from Dad’s antique shop, all packed up by the military and airlifted here directly.

The United States’ logistical capabilities are still very strong.

"If daddy doesn't help, I can do it myself!"

Thinking of this, Xiaoyu ran towards the military truck, with the soldiers guarding beside her.

"No entry here."

"Hello! I'm Uncle Long's assistant." Xiaoyu didn't expect that she would be hugged.

But the guarding soldiers didn't care. Their superiors ordered that only the old man and Sheriff Blake could enter, so they had to let them in.

Seeing that the two of them had stern faces.

Xiaoyu narrowed her eyes, rolled her eyes, and coughed threateningly.

"Humph, I'm the assistant of the Grand Master. The Grand Master wants me to get some materials. Let me in now, or I'll turn you into rabbits!"

"..."

The two guarding soldiers' faces changed.

It worked! Xiaoyu smiled in her heart. She knew that these soldiers were afraid of magic and worried that they would be cursed.

Who made them believe in the existence of God?

This time he would work harder and start making various gestures.

Finally, seeing Xiaoyu performing the movements in a very serious manner and muttering something as if she were chanting a spell, the two soldiers became a little shaken.

He turned around and started muttering.

"This little girl. She seems to be with the old man and his friends."

"Or let her in."

After the two soldiers looked at each other, they both decided to let him go.

"What now? If you don't let me in, I'm going to turn you into rabbits! Mummy mummy!" Xiaoyu increased her threat.

"Okay, okay, stop your witchcraft. We can let you in, but if anything happens, it will be your fault. We will not be responsible."

"Do not worry."

Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows proudly and climbed into the car nimbly holding the magic book.

Let her try out the power of this potion herself.

Only two soldiers were left, still arguing about magic.

"My mother told me that there are no wizards in this world."

"So do you believe in God?"

"of course."

"As long as there is God, there is magic."

"God and magic are not the same thing."

"It's the same thing!"

"no!"

"Yes!"

...

Abandoned no-man's land.

Interior of the leaning building.

Daolong led Rody into his temporary base respectfully.

Bottles and jars were piled up everywhere, containing a lot of dried lizards, horse hooves, cow viscera, spiders as big as fists, etc.

These are spellcasting items.

Of course, these are not the most terrifying.

On the surrounding walls, which were covered with moss due to excessive humidity, deep blue flames burned, slightly illuminating the corridor blocked by wooden boards.

The counter was filled with greasy, evil-looking magic books.

It's pitch black and looks like it's made of leather.

As to whether it is human skin or animal skin, it is hard to say.

There was a rotten smell in the air.

Part of it was emitted from the magic potion cauldron in front of them, which could hold two people. There were also various poisonous creatures crawling in it, dark green spiders, centipedes, and black vipers - deep purple flames were burning underneath.

Another part came from Daolong.

He has lived too long.

Although he was the most powerful dark wizard in the world, Daolong's life could no longer continue and came to an end.

This is the laboratory where Daolong has been staying, or the magic room, which can also be regarded as his reception room.

After Daolong showed Rody around his makeshift laboratory, he turned around and bowed to Rody again.

"Great Demon Lord, welcome to my magic hut."