Marvel Book of Magical Events

During the five minutes of waiting for Aparisha to enter the throne room, Regent Victor von Doom arrived. Most of the lighting facilities briefly flickered due to his appearance, even the rose above his head. The window suddenly dimmed, and it was not until the system reacted that the current stabilized again. He did not come in person, and he could not physically enter the throne room because he was not in Latvinia at the moment. This is just a dark mental projection. Although it is powerful, it has its limits. The remaining light passes through his translucent body, making it as illusory as a puff of smoke. This vision startled Hammurabi, and he quickly raised his garrison spear and pointed it at the phantom. There is an extremely powerful anti-magic circle in the castle, and ordinary spellcasters do not have the ability to throw their own astral projection into the castle, let alone the throne room where the emperor exists. It wasn't until the emperor confirmed that it was the regent's projection that Hammurabi lowered his guard and nodded to the regent.

"Don't be nervous, Hammurabi, your master is not that fragile." The regent stood at the foot of the steps and looked at Wang Di on the throne, "You never let me worry every time, and now you are announcing your last words again. It was once when you faced Quetzalcoatl, and now again! Can't you have some confidence in yourself? Every time you feel like you are facing death!"

"I do, that's why I need to be prepared. It's just a plan."

The iron mask of Regent Victor von Doom was illuminated by the light behind him, as dazzling as his emotions, "Including letting Camilla know so much confidential information?"

"So this is the real reason why you are angry?" The emperor laughed. The modified Vladimir family throne can just accommodate the emperor's size. Above the high back of the chair stands a beautifully carved solid gold eagle, with the eagle's eyes inlaid with blood-colored rubies. The wealth accumulated by the Vladimir family for more than 600 years has not been fully transformed into various financial investments. There are countless gold, silver, jewelry and other works of art. Although all the portraits of the Vladimir family have been burned, those priceless ones The artwork has been preserved and placed in the castle's museum for public viewing. The emperor selected some jewelry and weapons and placed them in glass display cabinets on both sides of the throne room for decoration. It was not only a bloody shock, but also the glory of the liberation war of Latvinia. "I divined Camilla's fate. She is very important to Latovinia. I saw her fate clearly. She became the queen of South America from a prisoner. She can only rely on us."

"You are unwilling to share with me what you saw behind the silver stone door." The iron mask on the face of Regent Victor von Doom dissipated like smoke, revealing that rather handsome face. "You have never hidden anything from me. What reason made you choose to remain silent? What kind of nightmare can make you shrink back?"

"Now you're angry about something like this. Are you a housewife in a middle-class family without a job?"

"Don't try to change the subject. You promised me that you would prepare me no matter what."

"Apalysha will arrive at the castle in two minutes. We still have time." The emperor raised his hand high, and a wisp of silvery smoke floated out and wrapped tightly around his fingers. He stretched out his palm and let the memory smoke drift towards Victor von Doom. The memory fragments were created and destroyed in an instant, "My dearest friend, forgive me for my difficulties, I can't tell you everything." When Amon guided Aparisha and Adjutant Nickerson into the throne room, the emperor was the only one in the vast hall except Hammurabi, the praetorian guard, standing next to the throne.

"This is the 120th time you have drawn a gun!" Apalixia felt as if his scalp was being pricked by fine needles, and the adjutant's behavior constantly challenged his irritability and tolerance. However, he did not have a seizure, because they were still in the training ground in the castle, under the surveillance of the Praetorian Guards. However, Adjutant Nickerson was still minding his own business, repeatedly pulling out and inserting the pistol from the magnetic holster, practicing the posture of drawing the gun and firing quickly, like a child who got a new toy. "Has your excitement not worn off yet?"

"This is different, Chapter Master. This is the pistol the Emperor gave me!"

Adjutant Nickerson raised his eyebrows and played with the individual secondary weapon with interest. This gun is not a blast weapon or plasma weapon, nor is it a melt or laser weapon, but an experimental ray weapon. It is larger than a bolt pistol, but its power at close range is much more powerful, even more powerful than melta. In Aparisha's eyes, the only drawback of this weapon is that it is too ornately decorated, making it more of a ritual weapon than a battlefield weapon.

"Look, there's a golden laurel wreath on it!" Adjutant Nickerson pointed to the complex baroque golden patterns and inlaid gems on the gun body. "This must be because of my outstanding performance in the combat report! Did you see him? Do I look like I’m telling a story?”

"I'm sorry for stealing your limelight, Nixon. I'm sure your hard work made the emperor want to yawn." Of course Aparisha knew that this was not the case. Adjutant Nixon held his chest high and carried the company flag. He was filled with excitement when he entered the throne room and took over the new chapter's flag depicting lightning and sky eagles. That meant that the establishment of the first company was officially upgraded to a chapter, but this did not prevent Aparisha from laughing at him for going too far. An expression of excitement. "But I want to find out who was talking about bureaucratic tricks before coming here, huh?"

"It's definitely not me anyway." Adjutant Nickerson grinned.

Although he had many complaints before coming to the castle, they all disappeared the moment he saw the emperor. Unlike the sudden glimpse in Paititi, there is no need for others to explain his identity. The existence of the emperor is the best interpretation of the word ruler, because his sense of existence is like that of a star in the solar system. It is obvious that only such a person can write a book like "Unified Truth" and even standardize the tactics, strategies and organizational framework of genetically modified warriors.

What's more, he also saw a lot of things, such as an automatic combat robot that was almost 7 meters high and looked like a mobile fortress wandering outside the castle, and a single-soldier mecha that was about 10 meters long. He even asked Amon when he would be able to install these things. To the knight. Guardsman Amon didn't answer anything. Just one look made Adjutant Nickerson understand a lot, which made Adjutant Nickerson start to hate these guys who were bigger than him. And there were those bomb chicks in the castle who wandered around in mortal power armor and glared at anyone who might come near the Emperor as if he were their property.

"The emperor wanted to talk to you alone. Did he say anything to you?"

"It has nothing to do with you anyway." Apalixia snorted, "Take the training sword, we need to have a gladiatorial fight. If you lose, then you will be obedient when I tell you to shut up, otherwise I will Pull your tongue out."

Adjutant Nickerson readily accepted the challenge. "Are you sure you want to compete with a man equipped with a high-strength mechanical prosthetic to compete in swordsmanship? My prosthetic chip and pre-programmed program are very good, and I can even predict movements." He took out a sword as tall as an ordinary person from the training shelf The long sword, but even when he was not wearing power armor, it felt a bit heavy, so Adjutant Nickerson secretly speculated that this might be a weapon for the Praetorian Guards. This training ground was probably exclusively used by the Praetorian Guards. place. He muttered a few words at first, which roughly meant that the emperor's importance was somewhat inexplicable. Then he stopped thinking about the problem and turned to look at Aparisha, "What if you lose?"

"This is simply impossible."

"I mean, if. Don't think that because I have the best shooting score, I'm not good at close combat. That's a required course." Adjutant Nickerson flicked his wrist and pointed the tip of his sword at Aparisha, "If You have the word 'if' in your brain. That's a little difficult for you, isn't it?"

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