Marvel Book of Magical Events

Amon quietly walked into the darkroom and guarded the other side of the door. The return of the Imperial Guard only caused him to slightly tilt his head and glance. He was sitting on the ground, his long black hair hanging down from his shoulders, and his long white fingers wandering between the words of the huge open book. The room was kept dim and silent, and the dim light from the candle barely illuminated the eyes. No light was allowed to enter the room, for fear of disturbing the thoughts of the owner of the room floating in the air - the profound knowledge and secrets were like the light that attracted moths. The etheric ocean is like a lighthouse emitting faint light, constantly attracting carnivorous creatures from the outer dimensional ecosystem to come and eat. It may be a soul's thirst for knowledge, a fleeting malice, a desire to endure taboos, all invisible emotions will merge and be born in the etheric sea and then instinctively seek prey. But before those weak spiritual entities can approach this room on a physical scale, the radiance of His soul will completely melt their existence.

The ashes produced by the deaths of elves, angels and demons in the air continue to fall out of the sky like dust. He nodded, and Hammurabi and Amon activated the small drones in the room to start cleaning the ground. The blessed water is atomized through the nozzle, soaking the spiritual dust on the ground and moving it in and out of the storage bag. These things will eventually be sent to the glass greenhouse to be mixed with ordinary soil, fermented, and finally made into cultivation soil that can cultivate precious plants and promote the rapid growth of plants, or directly sent to the alchemy workshop to be made into clay.

"If this happens every time a book is opened, I think it's necessary to add a few more sweeping machines."

He smiled gently, not worried about the cause behind this increasingly serious phenomenon. To be precise, such a situation is not worth worrying about for Him. He has already prepared countermeasures. As He said, the will of the enemy has extended into this world, and the relatively weak spiritual entities are like the small ones surrounding the whale. The fish surrounds that will, and when He opens the book, it is like detonating a mine in the sea.

There is also a circle of falling dust next to the Guards' boots.

"Tell Bayonetta and Joan of Arc that I have opened the ritual circle in the manor. No one can leave the manor until I leave this room, not even from the dock. Don't forget to tell them that the Cheshire Cat is now While protecting Milia’s sleep from intruders, I promised her a bag of cat treats.”

Hammurabi dropped a small drone with an anti-gravity engine as a messenger.

These drones with small robotic arms are fully capable of actions such as carrying plates, opening things in cabinets, and can even assist in operations such as atomic precision welding. It is not difficult to take out a piece of ice-cold tuna from the refrigerator. , if necessary, they can also perform on-site cutting actions comparable to those of a sushi master, so they can also perform tasks such as defusing bombs - but this time it is not necessary, because according to the supply list fed back by the maid team led by Dinah , and in the unsustainable food category there are plenty of cut and ripened tuna, and this drone only needs to do the simplest of tasks. What the Custodes are doing now is to give the small drone a temporary key that allows it to open the combination lock on the maturation freezer. This is an important step in ensuring food safety, and the relevant procedures are jointly developed by the Sisterhood and the Praetorian Guards.

Although the atmosphere of the manor is martial, except for the training ground, there are not many times when the guns are actually loaded and the chainsaws are ringing. Will the sisters take the initiative to show their training process to the guests? The members of the sisterhood who can come here are all formal members who have experienced several difficult missions. They are not the girls in the academy who have not yet washed away their innocence and weakness. Winston finally accepted the fact that everyone in the manor carried a gun, and was surprised to see a standard five-person sisterhood tactical team walking through the corridor. These girls were fully armed and put on helmets, using all the The individual soldier's fire control system prepared for combat, and his finger was placed next to the trigger guard, waiting for firing. The sound of steel boots colliding with the stone tile floor gradually extended into the dark, unilluminated snowy night.

It seemed that at a moment that ordinary people could not detect, the entire manor's security force was activated.

Every Sisterhood team immediately switches to combat mode no matter what kind of work they are doing, and there is still the faint muffled sound of armored tracked vehicle engines in the air. For the guests, the suddenly closed door of the third living room and the hidden compartments filled with weapons and ammunition behind various mechanically removed paintings were both accelerants to the thrilling and tense atmosphere.

"Don't worry, this is routine defense."

Bayonetta nonchalantly pulled out two enamel-decorated blue-gold pistols from the gap in the sofa. Joan of Arc also performed magic and placed two gray-black pistols on the table. As if she was worried about the safety of her guests, Bayonetta also pulled out two recoilless anti-tank cannons from the secret compartment. "It's the same as what you encountered in the library, except that the enemies the manor faces are more dangerous." The black-haired witch gently tapped the polymer shell of the drone with her fingers. The drone brought a message explaining why the defense system installed during the manor's renovation was activated. It is a set of defense measures that combines the material universe and the invisible universe. The sisterhood and the Guards are the immune cells in this system. In addition, there are also equipment such as automatic sentry machine gun towers, making the entire manor unstoppable. Leave dead space. "They are hunting for fish that can slip through the manor." Bayonetta said, "The premise is that there is a fish that slips through the net, which is unlikely."

"The devil is lingering nearby." The mad woman poured the champagne into her mouth as if it were water. She was the person who saw the most clearly in the third living room, because what her brain, which was messed up by extradimensional forces, saw was not the living room, but a heated paste mixed with the past, present and future. She might be talking about the current situation, or she might not. "They are all dead, completely dead." She said with sadness on her face, "They are all dead."

"What happened?" Lara Croft was a little nervous. The prophetess had helped her many times, and now the appearance of a sudden illness after coming to the manor was even more frightening and nervous. She thought this woman with some mental problems was making some predictions. To be precise, it was indeed a prophecy, but no one knew what it meant now, not even herself. "Why did it suddenly become like this?"

"Because he's reading and studying."

Bayonetta's answer was simple. Perhaps due to professional habits, compared to Bayonetta, Joan of Arc's explanation was more detailed and comprehensive. "Normally he does this in Karma Taj, but now there is no going back. As he gets closer to the answer, something always wants to stand in the way. The will of the enemy is corrupting the world, and all No one can be truly safe." Joan pointed to the champagne in the ice bucket, "Wanda, where do you want to go? Our champagne party is not over yet!"

"I want to go check on him. I think he needs help."

Wanda Maximoff looked at Dinah, who had put on power armor. Realizing that Wanda had the intention to leave the third parlor, the heavily armed maid had already put her hand on the sword at her waist, and her other hand had already touched the plasma weapon handle on the thigh holster. She was not worried that a fight in the drawing room would make the master unhappy, because the emperor's order was not to let anyone interfere with him. She had never tried to fight a witch, and now she was looking forward to it.

"Also, why can't Kamal Taj go back?"