Marvel Book of Magical Events

Amon remained silent, listening to the emperor explain the most critical battle in the Battle of Attilan.

[Is this happening in the etheric world, or in my brain? 】

[Is this important? Dreams are the bridge between the physical universe and the etheric dimension. When the original shaman drank mushroom soup with hallucinogenic ingredients, saw miracles in a trance, and conveyed the future to the tribal leader, the shaman's dream and even the shaman himself were a bridge. . Among all schools of magic throughout the ages, subjects related to dreams and souls are always the most profound, elusive, and mysterious, because dreams and souls point directly to the origin of magic, and are madness and chaos that are difficult for intelligent creatures to understand. This world is the fulcrum from which we influence the physical universe, but the beings deep within the veil have the same idea. 】

The wise man in crimson robes stood side by side with Amon. Molten steel was boiling under the deck at their feet, and the scalding heat caused the detection system of the powered armor to alarm frantically. The tactical sight glass was filled with white and dazzling light, and the red-hot light filled the entire space. Every bit of air was heated and filled with the smell of hot metal.

Whether it was Catherine or Constantine, Maximus or Black Bolt, none of them seemed to see the existence of the Emperor and Amon. There are a lot of bodies here. The alloy ceiling was torn apart by the shock stress. The red molten iron surged and splashed like waves. The molten molten iron slapped on the shell of the giant plasma reactor in the center like waves. The edges of the flesh and blood attached to the shell were gnawed out into irregular burnt holes. mark. Countless energy lines and pipes were torn apart, sparks and steam erupted, and many corpses or fragments fell down the sloping cracks and were smashed here, and then were scorched by the hot floor. Through the thick smoke rising from the burning human fat, the wise man calmly turned his hand, as if holding an invisible key.

The giant monster that had just rushed in front of him was now returning along the route it had taken. The shattered rusty brackets were rejoined as if going back in time, and the new surface flashed away. Amon saw the wise man frowning worriedly, and the movements of the blurry golden-armored guard also rewinded with his movements, like a video that was played backwards. The wise man let go of his hand, and then the world was spinning rapidly like a wind-up toy. The giant monster once named Maximus did not rush past them, but the Praetorian Guard did not do what he did before. He thrust out the garrison spear like a bullfighter thrusting out a short spear, but fired directly at close range to shatter Maximus' thick ribs that made up the armor.

Then the world turned upside down again.

This process was repeated thousands of times, until the last scene was frozen. The guard's spear accurately inserted into Maximus' bull-like neck with mutated muscles, accurately cutting off the arteries twisted into varicose veins. Tumors, black blood like crude oil spurted out. Amon still remained focused, calculating the variables produced each time the garrison spear was thrust out, and the consequences of the continuous accumulation of these variables. The wise man reached out his hand again, as if a century of tedious journey was but a blink of an eye. Tirelessly he turned the invisible clockwork key in the air again. The garrison spear that pierced Maximus's neck was pulled out; the garrison spear slid down and cut off the collarbone. It seemed that every movement needed to be calculated until a final answer that was perfect enough was obtained.

Constantine was certain that he had witnessed this scene countless times.

The memory of the Praetorian Guards will never fade. That is not a brain disease like hyperamnesia that cannot distinguish between the past and the present, but the function of an extremely advanced brain that has evolved through genetic alchemy. Even if that memory only appears in dreams, as long as the emperor thinks that he He will remember every detail as long as it is necessary to remember it. He was sure that the monster once named Maximus would pass by him, and the scales on its body would scratch a slight dent on the surface of his power armor. As long as he stabbed back the sword gifted by the emperor, With Yu's spear, he was able to pierce Maximus's carotid arterial network, and when he turned around again, he could successfully cut off Maximus' collarbone with the disintegrating force field and spear blade.

That's what he did, and a dark line of blood sprayed into the air.

"Go on, monster."

The guard commander took a step back, dodging the sharp claws that cut through the air. The gyroscope of the power armor and the semicircular canals of the inner body allow Constantine to maintain balance and stability at the extreme state. He moves as agilely as a balance beam gymnast, and every attack from Black Bolt ends in failure. The guard commander struck the end of the spear handle with his backhand against Black Bolt's hyena-like snout, and several mutated canine teeth turned into powder. The severe pain made the latter stagger a few steps and then pounced forward.

His astonishing dynamic vision captured a bomb that pierced the air flying past his eyes, and he reacted instantly. A ball of blood burst out from the Black Bolt King's shoulder. It staggered towards the leader of the guards, but it was not as fierce as before. There was no hesitation, not even the slightest breath. Constantine immediately rotated the spear, and the blade accurately passed through the rapidly shrinking throat pouch of Black Bolt's throat, and weak sound waves spurted out together with blood.

The leader of the guards took the opportunity to step on Black Bolt's bent knees with his heavy boots. He reached out with lightning speed and grabbed the latter's forehead, and smashed Black Bolt into pieces with his knee armor with the roaring human face relief. The king's mandible, at the same time inserted the spear into its thigh and fired. In the blink of an eye, he made Black Bolt fall to the ground bleeding. Maximus, who had completely lost his mind and turned into a beast, saw this and let out a roar. The red-hot firelight reflected from below, making the golden armor shine and the gold hot. The hot wind surged from below and made Constantine's shirt rustle.

"You're going to die here today, I'm sure of it."

He opened his eyes and locked the tactical speculum on Dinah, who was walking up the steps carrying the tray.

When he closed his eyes and entered dreamland, Dinah had just raised her feet.

"This is just a moment. There is no correspondence between dreams and the linear time of the material universe." Amon paused, and at the emperor's instruction, the Imperial Guard picked up the wine glass on the tray. "The shortest battle in the dream lasted ten minutes, forty-six seconds and twenty-eight milliseconds of Earth Standard Time. After many observations and evaluations, I think this time can continue to be shortened, provided that the main combatant has the same observation as me. Experience, and he is also a Guardsman who has gone through standard training. The commander's ability is enough to be worth thousands of observations. If he has also experienced the same dream, then this time can continue to be shortened, I have no doubt about it. But I am still not sure whether the scene I saw was the scene when the commander was fighting, and I also don’t understand why you want to let me sleep and explain all this to me."

"Because you need to understand another dimension, Amon, this is your task."

Amon looked at Dinah.

This artificial man is not a complete life assistant, but a senior officer who is in charge of many of the emperor's secrets like the commander of the guards. Without Dinah, the security system established by the Order of the Guards regarding food safety, daily necessities, etc. would not be possible. Set up successfully. "More than half of the armed forces and logistics supplies belonging to the First Army, the Praetorian Order, the Sisters' Monastery and the Auxiliary Army are now on the moon, and only a small part of them are still in orbit waiting for transportation. If you plan to attack Kama Taj If so, we must consider our current military strength and diplomatic influence, as well as the risk of Kama Taj being exposed. We cannot use the armed forces with obvious Yugoslav Federal Defense Forces to attack Kama Taj located in the South Asian subcontinent and the Tibetan Plateau, at least until The part that was not used in the Battle of Attilan was sent back to Earth by shuttle."

"I just need to bring a few people with me. Please bring me my shield... I really don't see this."

"Lord, what are you talking about..."

Dinah originally wanted to ask something else, but the gorgeously decorated Venetian full-length mirror that was placed in the front hall and was now used for decoration suddenly exploded. The tiny mirror fragments sunk toward the lining and sank into a deep place. In the black hole at the bottom. The woman coming out of the black hole made Dinah swallow her words. She lowered her head to show respect, but Amon had already pointed the blade and muzzle of the garrison spear at the woman in black leather clothes. Not many people had the transmission key of this castle. The underground of the castle was controlled by psychics. The slaves' 24-hour non-stop induced dreams also protect the castle from detection and analysis by prophecy spells to a certain extent. What's more, as the emperor himself is the designer and controller of the psychic protection array, very few people in this world can powerfully dismantle the protection and teleport to the castle through the mirror. Now that the castle's defenses were empty, the Praetorian Guard was nervous until the emperor allowed him to let down his guard.

"It's her. Don't worry, Amon."

"I never trust witches. I have seen some files of witches. They are too dangerous, and their relationship with you does not reduce their danger."

"I can hear what you're saying, Toy Tin Soldier." Bayonetta raised her eyes and raised her glasses with the muzzle of her gun. After a few more seconds, she frowned impatiently and said, "Are you still standing on the steps talking to me, dear?"

"I don't think a witch should be involved in this."

"Don't forget the help the Master Supreme has given you, ████, not to mention that this matter is related to the security of the earth."

The emperor fell silent, frowning and staring at Bayonetta and the white-haired witch who then walked out of the mirror. Wearing combat uniforms and holding weapons, they looked tall and fierce, exuding their unbridled coquettish charm as usual. "Athena told you this? That's right. Only she could conceal the direction of fate from me inadvertently and cover your coming here." The emperor held the holy sword, lowered his head and touched the gorgeous sword pattern. This sword has been with him for a long time. The first target killed by this sword in his hand was a god clone, which can be said to have fulfilled its mission. "I will tell you that I will never forget the help that the Supreme Master has given me. I regard the Supreme Master as a relative, but I will also not forget the ideals of the Supreme Master. I will never forget the day when I took over this sword, because It was from that day on that I truly understood my mission and who I am. There will always be things in this world that are more important than life. Bayonetta, Joan of Arc, now you should return to that island. I say to you There are other arrangements.”

"Would you wield a weapon against us?"

The emperor raised his eyes and said, "Yes."

A bright blue light illuminated the face of the priestess Fei Lier. She was wearing some red robes and walking nimbly down the rusted deck steps. In this dim passage, this bright blue light and rows of burning torches have become the last hope of this group of bottom-deck mutants. It's just that Priestess Fei Lier's heart is not as relaxed as she shows. She led this group of mutant believers with horns, scales, feathers and other deformed limbs for a long time. Even a sudden earthquake did not interrupt their pilgrimage. However, the priestess Fei Lier saw the same sight more than once Appearing in front of herself - At first she could convince herself with the star castle design, but as the environment became darker and darker as she went deeper, her heart began to waver a little, even if it was by herself going to the spirit world to speak in person Listening to the oracles told by the gods - she seemed to hear harsh ridicule ringing in her ears, but when she listened carefully she found that it was just the noise from the rusted deck stairs.

"Continue going down, we are very close to the gate of heaven."

She turned her head and encouraged her followers with words she repeated no less than ten times. The response she received this time was still enthusiastic, which made her feel a little relieved, but she also heard some whispers among the mutant team. Some mutants began to complain that the soles of their feet (hooves, etc.) had been cut by the rusty deck edges. To make matters worse, some mutants began to suspect that they had walked this road before. You must know that this area was a restricted area in the past, and even mutants who scavenged for a living would not return to this barren place.

"The messengers of God have been waiting for us at the gate of heaven for a long time. Hurry up, believers of the gods, sweet water and rich food will be waiting for us at the end. That will be the reward of the gods for our devout faith, you all We are disciples who believe in the goodness of the truth of the universe. Once we get there, we will enjoy the blessings given by the gods forever.”