Marvel Book of Magical Events

With every gunshot, every explosion, and every slash, a ball of sparks would erupt in the dim laboratory, illuminating the figures on the wall like ghosts. If you don't see it with your eyes but rely on your ears, nose, skin and intuition to feel it, it's easy to think that the high-temperature halberd flashing with electric light is always passing over your head. Fitz and Mike bent over and hunched their heads in unison and ran towards the exit of the laboratory, trying their best to resist the sharp whistling in their ears that could almost pierce the eardrums and the sharp blades cutting through the air, as well as the propellant that seemed to be right in front of their noses. The smell of smoke, the stench of burning bones, and the fear that comes with the sulfurous smell of fire.

Even after crawling to the exit of the laboratory, the cold feeling on the back of the neck still lingers, as if the fear hidden deep in human genes is shouting, urging them to huddle up. Fitz and Mike must encourage them. Only with enough courage can you urge your hands and feet to continue moving. They couldn't even see clearly the movements of the giant in golden power armor, as if the existence of the Praetorian Guard was as gorgeous as his power armor, as gorgeous as an illusory baroque dream. As ordinary people, Fitz and Mike could only see the flames spattered by the Ghost Rider every time he was attacked. The walls of the laboratory were constantly being baptized by mass bombs, and the high-strength concrete and radiation-proof coating were like butter biscuits. Crushed like that.

This is not a battle that ordinary people should participate in!

Mike cursed under his breath as he mentally debated calling for reinforcements.

He killed this idea as soon as it came up. Later, Mike thought that this idea was too stupid and would only lead to the death of his companions. And considering the identity of the mastermind behind the scenes, if that person is angered, SHIELD's past experiences are still vivid in his mind. Now Agent Coulson has finally been recognized by Congress, but there is no guarantee that the lunatic who dropped nuclear bombs at will will not attack them again - even if Mike knows that it is to avoid the infection of alien parasites, but that man's cold-blooded attitude It's enough to make one's blood freeze, and the armed men who are equally cold-blooded as him are even more terrifying.

After narrowly escaping from the lab, Fitz assures Mike that he has never seen such beautiful fireworks in his life, but that's a story for another day. In Fitz's recurring nightmares in the future, the Praetorian Guards in the dark swamp are always shrouded in a shimmering light. It was not sunlight, firelight, lamps or even the electric light on the halberd or other external light sources, but the light emanating from the inside out. The mysterious and unknown power hovered around that piece of power armor, driving away the shadows hidden in the darkness. of malice.

He had read H.P. Lovecraft's novels and regarded them as fantasy and horror literature. However, Fitz is now very glad that he has read a sentence that Lovecraft once wrote: "I believe that the most kind thing in the world is the inability of the human mind to connect what it knows and thinks." He didn't dare to imagine what he saw, and what kind of terrible destruction of the rational world lurked in those shadows. He was only grateful that those things were far enough away from him, even if the person who protected him was not very friendly.

"The place was as dark as a rabbit's nest full of mud." After Leopold Fitz married Gemma Simmons, he talked about his dream and this terrible encounter in a casual conversation. Fitz tried to exaggerate the scene and his own bravery to prevent Simmons from worrying too much.

Constantine inserted the halberd blade into the flaming body of the Ghost Rider, and fired the large-caliber bolt gun close to the enemy's body at close range. The plasma bombs ejected from the barrel were like a belt. He kept hitting the Ghost Rider's body like a sharp-edged war hammer, easily cutting through and shattering it, and the burning bone fragments were blown all over the ground. Constantine did not feel that there was any difficulty in this battle. If the target of the spirit of revenge was not an ordinary person like Robbie Reyes, but a genetically modified warrior like him, Constantine felt that he It may take some effort - but the Praetorian Guards are perfect humans created by the monarch of the Eternal City using dark technology and genetic alchemy. Even if Robbie Reyes has the power of the Vengeful Spirit, every attack he makes will Constantine looked like he was in slow motion.

Constantine has also considered the impact of the Hellfire in Ghost Rider on himself. According to the existing information, this power has amazing transformation ability and can quickly homogenize inorganic substances. However, what is surprising is that the flames fired from Robbie Reyes' empty eyes not only failed to attach to the baroque power armor of the Praetorian Guards, but were inexplicably extinguished before they even came into contact with Constantine. It's like it never existed.

Perhaps it's because Robbie Reyes hasn't fully embraced the power of the Vengeful Spirit yet? Constantine shook his head after pulling the trigger. Currently lacking the corresponding information, he was unable to make a judgment. The only information about Robbie Reyes' combat capabilities had been submitted by Wanda Maximoff at his urging, and was related to the first Ghost Rider. Johnny Blaze compares.

The only troublesome thing is that Ghost Rider's recovery ability seems to have been enhanced. Robbie Reyes' recovery speed is getting faster and faster, and extradimensional energy is constantly being shaped into real-world matter. Every time Constantine defeats (not kills, but incapacitates) him, he feels evil. The Ghost Rider has become stronger - the first time it took half a second to defeat the Ghost Rider, the second time it took one point and three seconds, the third time two point one second, the fourth time, the fifth time, the Ghost Rider The knight's recovery speed gradually accelerated. Constantine kept swinging with high intensity, but even a perfect human needs to break down lactic acid to allow his body to recover, and at the same time digest the high-energy nutrient solution injected by the power armor's life support system.

So he took his first breath since the fight began.

Constantine slowly exhaled a breath of hot air, and the powered armor's oxygen supply system immediately infused oxygen into his lungs. The modified lungs rapidly exchanged gases, and the hemoglobin rushing in his blood vessels combined with an efficiency far beyond that of ordinary people. Oxygen, the mitochondria were working like crazy, so much so that his body temperature rose two degrees Celsius. He refused the suggestion of injecting combat medicine recommended by the power armor control system. This work was completely unnecessary for him. He spun the halberd, piercing the skull of Ghost Rider with the spiked end, nailing it to the concrete floor and crushing it with his steel boots. The flames that lingered on Ghost Rider's body were almost extinguished for a moment.

Even if he couldn't figure out the situation, it didn't stop him from massacring the Ghost Rider.

"Hurry up, Mike!" Fitz ran ahead through the corridor, turning a blind eye to the expensive equipment brought from the SHIELD base along the way. At this moment, he was extremely panicked. There were charred holes one after another on his light-colored suit. These were all injuries caused to him by the rain of fire that Constantine sprinkled in that battle. His short brown hair was also a little burnt. . Fitz felt like his lungs were filling with brimstone and the fire of hell was burning violently down his throat. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva that tasted like rust, "We're going to the Quinjet! We need support!"

"Be careful, little monkey!" Mike quickly followed.

He had no objection to Fitz's idea, but he was not sure whether the Quinjets could control the situation, especially since one of them was wearing heavy power armor. The sound of cracking concrete was still clearly audible even through the thick walls of the corridor. Mike had to listen carefully and be ready to reach out and grab Fitz at any time, because the man in golden power armor and the Ghost Rider came from in front of them more than once. It's been knocked out of the corridor wall. Mike didn't think those two people would be kind enough to pay attention to innocent civilians. If Fitz hit those two people, the outcome would be no different than being hit by a high-speed truck.

Fortunately, the Quinjet's stop was not far away in order to transport equipment.

Fitz and Mike ran out of the passage, and the sun immediately hit them, as if they had left the nightmare behind (in fact, Mike could still hear the crash behind them). "Hurry!" Mike pointed at the Quinjet and said, "We'd better communicate with HQ to make a decision."

"Yeah, I whatwaaaaaa——"

With Fitz's screams, Mike watched dumbfounded as the Quinjet floated up without anyone operating it.

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