Marvel Book of Magical Events

The terrifying angel unfolded its dark purple bat wings behind it and raised its head high with two large recurved horns. Its height is far higher than that of ordinary people. Even Maximus, who had held a holy marriage ceremony, still looked dwarfed in front of it. "This is destiny." As if to confirm the words of the priestess, it said to Maximus, "I will cut off the heads of your enemies for you, because this is the wish of the gods."

"No, that's my honor!" Maximus retorted without hesitation, completely unaware of the malice revealed in the eight eyes of the "angel". But when he stretched out his hand, the angel bowed his head obediently. "I will have an honorable duel with my brother. The honor of the Attilan royal family cannot be tarnished. I must personally cut off his head. Only in this way can I ascend the throne that belongs to me."

"This is your right, no one questions it, but we must defeat the invaders first." Priestess Fei Lier said quickly, "The upper deck is lost in corrupt political rule and weak lies. The weak royal family is unable to resist the human army. . Lead the army to defeat mankind, my majesty. Only we who know the truth have the ability to do so. Only we can let more of our kind know the truth created by the gods for this universe. Only you can save them from blindness. .”

Maximus nodded.

Priestess Fei Lier breathed a sigh of relief. She summoned other priests to bring the silver giant sword from the altar. Originally, such a giant sword as tall as a person required a long time of practice to use, but after Maximus, who had grown in height, took it, he turned it on his own. Sword Flower, the extremely heavy silver sword body was like an arm in his hand. The dark red psychic energy was transmitted to the sword body through the special material used to make the long sword. From a distance, it looked like the sword body ignited a deep fire. Red fire of filth. Even the so-called angel standing behind Maximus showed an almost uncontrollable greed when he saw the sword.

"This sword has imprisoned billions of souls." said the priestess. "At the beginning of the sect's birth, countless craftsmen who converted to the gods gave their lives to this sword. They used the lives and souls of an entire planet to cast it. I have this sword, and I hope that one day someone will be able to pick up this weapon. Now it is yours, and nothing in the world can stop your blade."

"You must strengthen yourself with the blood of your enemies." The angel opened his mouth full of fangs. It was forged from the most feared legend of mankind. In ancient times, it once walked in the desert that was not touched by human civilization, and was worshiped as a god by the human race that disappeared in the long history. "Only how can you fight against that human king."

Jiaying opened her eyes, and the glass test tube shattered on the ground.

Although everything that happened in the dream became blurry, the taste of the delicious wine in the test tube still remained on the back of her tongue. The terrible mental shock still made her eyes bloodshot at this moment. She couldn't help but cover her face and press her fingers on her eyeballs, as if she wanted to press them back in. The huge armor-wrapped palm grabbed her arm, followed by a stinging pain, and Jiaying felt relaxed as never before.

"You have been dreaming for more than ten seconds, which is very dangerous. For a mortal, your willpower is very strong, but it is not enough to cope with the mental impact of extra dimensions." Amon calmly took away the syringe and at the same time deftly gave it to Jia The pinholes on Ying's arms were covered with band-aids. It was hard to imagine that the fingers covered with armor and mechanical structures could be so flexible. What he injected into Jiaying was a by-product produced by Maya Hansen during the process of presiding over the development of genetically modified warriors. Its main function was to allow the genetically modified warriors who received psychological indoctrination and chemical brainwashing to smoothly receive a large amount of knowledge as a way to further study brain science. By-products, this class of optimized barbiturates has been recognized by the Academy of Brain Science and Neuroscience. "Now you need to forget everything you just saw and don't think about the pink elephant."

Amon's little joke was of no use.

Jiaying rubbed her eyes, and it took a while before her blurred vision became clear.

She saw the emperor standing aside, remaining silent as before she drank the so-called golden mead, his eyes fixed on the front line instead of her, just as in the dream his gentle attitude and sudden burst of rage were nothing but It is a mask that can be taken off at any time. The real emperor is as cold and ruthless as he is now, and he is not even willing to give her a look - but she thought wrong. The emperor turned his head and looked at her seriously - "Your What is the choice, Ms. Jiaying? Do you choose eternal peace or the road of thorns?" Guardsman Amon asked the question for the emperor, "We don't have time, the enemy is coming to reality, we need you to do it as soon as possible Make a decision."

Jiaying did not answer, but looked directly at the emperor.

He stood on the deck and watched the roaring heavy vehicles slowly entering the battlefield.

The increase in firepower means an increase in the intensity of the war. Even though battle reports from the front indicate that the so-called extradimensional spiritual entities are only a small number, the heavy equipment from the second battle group, including the main battle tanks, have left the rear defense mission. In just a few minutes, the density of direct firepower under the steel dome doubled, and the communication channel was filled with the anxious shouts of mortal soldiers. Even the brave genetically modified warriors reported the fact that they needed support in a cold tone.

Those monsters that only appeared in nightmares appeared from all unexpected places, and even the encirclement position was plunged into a bitter battle. Jiaying once again saw the golden fire igniting on the emperor's body. The hot flames twisted the air, but did not ignite anything. She found that the guards around her were unaware of the emperor's radiance. She blinked hard and found that the radiance had disappeared, as if it was an illusion left over from a dream. However, the heat that burned her soul enveloped her and never left her. .

Jiaying could not see the situation on the battlefield in the distance. She did not know that the thin golden flame was like a storm sweeping the battlefield. Those enemies from another dimension felt that their powerful power was slowly draining away, and those wearing power The armored, cold-faced organism transforming humans is becoming more and more agile, and minor injuries are healing.

"Is that a dream, or reality?" Her throat felt like dry sandpaper. The smell of golden mead faded, and the dry reality rushed in with ashes. Every time he spoke, it seemed like a kind of torture. But in her eyes, the burning flames of war seemed to be floating on the warm water. She sank to the bottom of the water and looked at the fire above through the swaying water. Even the miserable wailing was just a dull and weak sound in her ears. Everything has nothing to do with her, only the brilliance in the emperor's eyes is deeply engraved in her memory, even if she cannot retain that memory at all. "Is that a lie or the truth?"

"Is this important, Ms. Jiaying?" Amon wore a helmet, his facial expressions were covered by a golden visor, and his ruby-like eyes looked down at Jiaying. "The threats facing humanity are real, and we need to fight to the death to survive. , you just need to know this."

"What now?"

"The enemy is coming." Amon continued, "Fate has decreed that it will enter the battlefield at the end of the universe, and we will prove that destiny can only be created by humans, and destiny is not unchangeable." If the person who said this sentence is Genetically modified warriors, they would definitely put fanaticism into their words, but the Praetorian Guards didn't care. They do not care about all the ideas of the Emperor. Their role is to protect the Emperor himself, all the decisions he makes, and any dangers that may endanger the Emperor's personal safety. They have complete loyalty, which is why the Praetorian Guards regard themselves as superior to genetically modified warriors. One of the first reasons. "You have a choice, Ms. Jiaying."

"Who's talking to me?"

"I am the emperor's messenger, and what I say is what the emperor says."

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