Marvel Book of Magical Events

I heard the monarch's voice again, but not in a dream. Compared with the gentle and soft voice in the dream, his voice in the real world is full of enthusiasm, determination and courage, as if he is a speaker explaining profound philosophy to ignorant civilians in public, and like a governor. The officer was at the front of the army to boost morale.

The time displayed by the projection in the upper right corner shows that the time it takes to walk through that long memory and chew the knowledge gained from it is only a millisecond in the real world. However, for me, the somatosensory time it takes to understand that memory Almost equal to ten years. The Praetorian Guard is more than a weapon of destruction. The power we possess is a tool used to protect the coming new era. The monarch has given each of us knowledge other than war. We have been taught by him personally such as philosophy, theology, mathematics, Subjects such as art, politics, science, and the occult allow us to become his comrades, advisors, and craftsmen. Some are known knowledge to the world, and some are the most obscure mysteries. This allows us to understand what he is saying and what his words mean. Even a few words are full of profound meaning.

Even so, the memories given by the monarch are still obscure, and I cannot fully understand all the knowledge.

What impressed me the most was the ubiquitous evil things in my dreams, those deformed and weird extradimensional energy entities. Their bone-deep madness and evil sent chills down my spine. They spared no effort to seduce me, kill me, Scolding me, praising me, trying to get me to be with them. The malice displayed by those energy entities was far greater than the creatures of the plane of reality they had corrupted, and I heard them speak my name, names I knew and names I did not know, speaking of the person I had become. , the names of the people I would become and the people I couldn’t be. I will not be afraid. My body and my soul have no ability to fear. I waved the weapons in my hands and killed them with my own anger, one after another. Some monsters were about the same size as ordinary people, but they controlled evil. Filthy magic; some are as huge as mountains and possess unparalleled violence; others are much weirder, as if they are a random pile of organs and limbs, and their abilities cannot be judged through the most intuitive method. I know that these are the enemies that the monarch has encountered before. I am now standing in the position where the monarch has fought, repeating the feats he has experienced. This sense of honor almost drowns me, but at the same time, the huge pressure brings The tension jangled my nerves.

They're dead, I told myself. They died at the hands of the monarch, and now they must die again.

When I woke up, the dream still remained in my brain and overlapped with reality, as if the real world was covered with a translucent veil. Just like humans who move their limbs due to a sudden fall in dreams, I read, rested, studied and fought in my memory, non-stop, never ending, until I was awakened. The sense of time dislocation caused my muscles to suddenly contract and my lungs to expand. I almost waved the halberd named "Law" forged by the monarch himself to kill the non-friendly units around me. But fortunately, my sublimated brain realized the situation earlier than my muscles, and stopped the movements of my muscles in time. Even though the blood-red shirt draped on me still moved, I am not sure it was blowing from the river. The night breeze was still due to my actions. If it was the latter, it would make me extremely ashamed, because it means that I cannot perfectly display my body functions, willpower and training results, and indulge in the impulse given by dreams.

"They are not enemies, Hammurabi." The monarch's voice was heard again by everyone present, but in my ears it was a reminder and warning to my subconscious actions. I caught a glimpse of the mortals surrounding the monarch. Their expressions seemed to indicate that their hearts were ignited by this speaking skill, as if they had gained a great sense of security from the monarch's mouth. I know the identities of these people. For ordinary people, they are knowledgeable and have unimaginable authority. However, the existence of the monarch touches the instinct hidden deep in human genes, the pursuit of perfection rooted in genetic information. Admiration for the end of evolution.

This is a subconscious behavior, shrouded in the glory of the monarch, it is difficult not to accept every word he says, even if anti-tank armor-piercing grenades clank on the armor of Supiluliumas, most mortals do not Didn't notice that this unlucky guy had returned to the team - the monarch's order was not to kill Tony Stark, but to destroy the false self-confidence and security given to the people by the American ruling class, which is the same as the huge war machine to destroy Wall Street. The logic is exactly the same. However, Supiluliumas dragged out the battle that should have been resolved in a few seconds for too long, which was a bit embarrassing for the Praetorian Guards. I can still hear Supiluliumas muttering in embarrassment in the private communication channel. It seems that he wants another chance to prove himself - it seems that neither of us performed very well tonight. Makes me somewhat apprehensive about the position the Sovereign is about to give us. Even if our presence can intimidate others, it does not mean that we are perfectly qualified to handle those heavy responsibilities.

The monarch raised his head to look up at the sky filled with light pollution.

He raised his voice, and the sound seemed to come from the clouds, accompanied by the roaring footsteps of war machines and reached everyone's ears. Everyone in New York City and nearby Jersey City, whether they are well-dressed celebrities, ordinary people who are busy running around, or drowsy drug addicts and homeless people on the roadside, whether they are sleeping or awake, whether they are Whether they were panicking or taking their time, the monarch's voice was as clear as if he was beside them. I have seen the technique of using this spiritual power in Latvinia. The mortals who heard the monarch's voice were all silent, and were as enveloped by the monarch's glory as those who saw him with their own eyes. Even the most Souls that are passionate about arguments will become calm. If you go to the slums at this moment, you may see those stupid gangsters stopping their fights and robberies. Just a word from the monarch can be compared to the results of a night of busy work by the so-called superheroes. I feel sad for the stupidity of those "superheroes" who never see the source of the problem. Ordinary people in this country have been fooled for too long. They are taught that others like them are the enemy, just like ignorance. Believers are so keen on fighting pagans who are not substantially different from themselves.

"Ruling the galaxy is the inherent right of the human race. The enemy is still waiting for us among the stars. The dark tyrant Thanos and his thousand warships are just the tens of millions we will encounter on the way to seize the power that the human race deserves. One of these tribulations. Now Asgard has come to an end. When the end comes, we will personally experience the first trial given to us by this cruel universe. We will kill the dark tyrant, crush its fleet, and destroy it. His corpse was thrown into the stars along with the corpses of his slaves, and the legend of humanity's victory over the dark tyrant and its shame will be remembered by all intelligent races throughout the galaxy."

He turned to look at the ordinary people, but no one had the guts to make eye contact with the monarch. The assault transport boat hovering over the United Nations Headquarters suddenly increased its thrust and moved towards a figure dragging a white tail flame that rushed out of the East River. However, this unexpected situation did not interrupt the monarch's speech. The hot wind spewed out by the large number of engines only blew away his blood-red holy cloth robe and had no effect on his solemn majesty.

"They should be afraid, because we are glorious human beings and the most potential intelligent creatures in this universe. We will use battleships, missiles, bullets and swords to defeat all challenges that stand in front of us, with courage and the blood of sacrificed martyrs. Flowing in the veins of each of us, we will proudly ignite them to forge the epic of the human race, to challenge the hypocritical gods, to eliminate all alien species that threaten human survival, and to forge a perfect utopia for mankind. . No alien hybrid can stop the wrath of the human race, no creature can stop us from seizing the crown of the galaxy, and no race can disturb the eternal tranquility and peace of future generations of the human race."

Suppiluliumas and I were listening carefully to the monarch's voice. I had to admit that the monarch's speech skills in mobilizing the emotions of the audience were unparalleled, but at the same time, I didn't quite understand why the monarch didn't kill these people. Even if these people defect here, it does not mean that they will agree with the monarch's will. After they return, driven by interest groups and mortal flaws, they will fall into the abyss of satisfaction and greed again. Because in an inefficient mortal organizational structure, there are always interest groups that need to be satisfied, and there are always powers that need to be fought for.

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