Marvel Book of Magical Events

"I found out that the game Melia was playing recently was a bit dangerous. It was the kind of game that children of our time often played. Maybe children today play the same way, but I'm not sure that modern little brats have any idea about this kind of game. Hobbies, they have video games.”

Jeanne's voice broke the silence.

Perhaps it was because she couldn't stand the ambiguous atmosphere that didn't cover her, especially when she was sure that this atmosphere only appeared on Bayonetta's face. She couldn't stand her good friend acting stupid, so she finally Choice broke the silence. When Bayonetta cast a questioning look, she could only shrug and began to make up half-truths.

"Don't look at me like that. After all, you have left all the education work to me, haven't you? Among all the people here, only I have experience in dealing with children... What kind of game is that? Well, it's just throwing a stone Throw it in the air and count to five. In our day we threw knives, but for Millia rocks were already dangerous. I'm pretty sure she'd do it again without human supervision. In the game, Lara Croft only knows how to walk on the beach or read in the library. If she is not reminded, she will starve to death under the bookshelf. If we don’t want to go home to a stupid kid with brain damage, then Hurry and settle this matter."

"Give her some magic." Bayonetta squinted her eyes and stared at the man sitting opposite her. She made a very interesting suggestion, "Use finger tricks instead of psychic powers. Someone can do it." Yeah, after all we all know how nimble his fingers are."

"Now that Milia likes daggers, swords and guns, now you want her to like playing cards and coins?" Joan rolled her eyes. "Should she learn how to taste cigars next time?" And whiskey?”

"My suggestion is to start with cocktails, such as my favorite cherry martini. She should learn how to identify alcoholic beverages, although we advocate abstinence and are not keen on drinking." Bayonetta calmly said He stretched out a finger and touched Jeanne's shoulder. "In addition, Milia hasn't started learning ammunition knowledge yet, right? If you don't mind, you can get a standard training manual and laser weapon disassembly and maintenance guide from the Ministry of Military Affairs. As far as I know, the batteries of individual laser weapons are the same very dangerous."

"Celesa!"

The joke between the two witches did not make the emperor come out of silence. He still frowned and stared at the void.

Abyss, void, and dreamland, the ancient Greek poet Hesiod called it Chaos (Χο), which refers to the primitive form at the beginning of the world, meaning empty space. The ancient Roman poet Ovid called Chaos The concept is further expanded to a space with no order inside, which is closer to the "chaos" in modern words. The names people give to that dimension all reflect its infinite breadth and depth. When later generations study the ancient Greek poet Hesiod's work "Theogony", they often think that this book is deeply influenced by the Heli of the West Asian Hittites. An influence of mythological elements.

There was more than one scholar who had been visited by the emperor as a student - among them a famous philologist, a British linguist and a classical scholar, a professor of Greek at the University of London, an honorary fellow of All Souls College, Oxford, and a former classical professor at Oxford University College. Martin Litchfield Wes, academician and vice-president of liberal arts, said that the Hittites living on the Anatolian plateau had long proposed the idea of ​​chaos at the beginning of the world, which was related to the Eastern The Pangu myths are exactly the same and can be seen as a typical case of the convergent development of myths of primitive civilizations, just like myths all over the world telling the story of the great flood.

Catherine held an eyeball of the priestess Fei Lier, and passed through the scattered bodies, severed limbs and dirty blood, through the scalpel-like precise blades of the Praetorian Guards, and the knights who were so fast that it was difficult for mortals to see clearly. As Slash walked toward the portal, Regent Victor von Doom suddenly took a few quick steps and came to her side. He raised his staff high, and a completely transparent arc-shaped blazing white flame exploded instantly, revealing a vague and huge figure in the air - the guards and knights had no idea what kind of enemy they were fighting, whether it was infrared Neither detection nor thermal imaging could outline the details of this figure. Only the crazy psionic detector sounded the alarm with an even more fanatical attitude. The figure is almost completely invisible.

It was much taller than the Praetorian Guards, taller than the knights, and even comparable to the portal. The radiance emitted by Catherine and the staff could only burn its skin. Regent Victor von Doom has been guarding against this existence. When it appeared, even Victor von Doom secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, because he was not sure whether this existence would appear and block the portal. closure. They still know too little about the dimension behind the curtain.

If human beings want to set foot in that realm and embark on the road to eternity, they must give up their human nature.

Once again, the regent Victor von Doom mourned the emperor. The price of acquiring knowledge is too heavy, but someone must pay the bill for the survival of the human race. All they can do is to make the human race stand on the top of the galaxy before paying the bill, so that the price of paying the bill no longer means slitting the human throat. of that dagger.

The knights took the lead in turning their guns to engage the enemy. They used explosive bombs, plasma and melt to shoot at the evil beast that loomed in the air - every explosive bomb and molten metal plasma that could penetrate armor The heat and melt disappeared as if they were submerged in the air. If it weren't for the high-frequency cry of pain beyond the range of human hearing from the giant beast, and if it weren't for the huge and fuzzy figure in the air retreating step by step, the knights would almost think that conventional weapons had lost their effect.

As the blazing white flames spread, the etheric entity finally began to reveal its body in the material universe. The giant sword, which was longer than a super-heavy tank, would hit the shield released by the regent every time it swung down. A single splash of sparks from the shield would leave pits of charred flesh on its body, sizzling with the dirty blood and emitting thick smoke, comparable to scars burned through by bombs, plasma and melt. .

"I know your true name, and every crime you commit against the human species speaks of your existence," shouted Regent Victor von Doom. He took off his helmet, and his cheeks covered with small scars were full of excitement. The hood of his dark green cloak was blown off by the supernatural wind, and his long gray hair fluttered wildly. "I will expel you, I will curse you. You will wander forever in another sea of ​​souls, never being able to set foot in this universe. Fate only reveals the ending, but does not write the process."

"Humble mortal!"

The giant beast roared, and the breath of violence filled the air.

Victor von Doom pinches an eyeball. The incantation engraved on the eyeballs that the beast obviously recognized, because that was its true name, written in words transcribed from the sounds that built this universe. It didn't expect that the mortal in front of it actually possessed such knowledge. "I curse you in your name."

"You actually know the truth! You will die too!"

"Maybe, who knows if you don't try?"

Seeing that the giant sword was temporarily unable to break through Victor von Doom's shield, the giant beast immediately flapped its bat wings and changed direction. The knights didn't even react. The semi-invisible giant sword, burned by white flames and emitting thick smoke, was slashed from mid-air. A knight barely raised his shield to block it, but the powerful force not only chopped the shield into pieces, scorched the ion shield and shocked him, but also smashed the knight into a mixture of metal and flesh like a war hammer.

Aparisha felt like she could smell the coppery smell of genetically modified blood through the breathing grille. As the blood-stained giant sword was swung horizontally, the furious Aparisha immediately rushed over and used all his strength to hit the execution ax on the tip of the giant sword, forcing the giant sword to change direction and lift upwards. After doing all this, he felt the pain in his arm muscles as if they were torn apart, and the electronic muscle bundles and spinal exoskeleton also continuously sounded alarms.

The other two knights rushed forward, blocking the edge of the black giant sword with their shields and chainswords. Aparisha saw in the team's command link, the medical systems of the two knights issued warnings. Their spines were violently broken, and their spinal nervous systems were completely destroyed.

Constantine rushed forward, and soon the other Praetorian Guards followed his lead and rushed towards the invisible beast. Compared to the surprise of the knights, the Praetorian Order showed no emotion at all. They had already seen the abilities of this powerful etheric entity.

The sacrificial ritual in the wizard tower of the Kimilian clan allowed it to project part of its consciousness into the material universe. All the killings in the Battle of Attilan and the final sacrifice of the cult group opened the portal, allowing it to rely on Maximus and Black Bolt comes to this world. In the end, at the expense of the souls of the last two heirs of the Attilan royal family, it stuffed its own overly powerful soul into the material universe.

The Praetorian Guards immediately began to lay siege to the knees of the great beast.

Constantine used the spear given to him by the emperor to cut off the beast's knees, forcing it to lose its balance. The Praetorian Guards did not line up as closely as the knights. They dispersed as soon as they encountered the enemy. Some cooperated with the knights' fire support to force the giant beasts to lose their balance and expose more attackable parts. Needless to say, every soldier knew that they must protect the unprotected Regent Victor von Doom. The spell that they could not understand and made the regent vomit blood must be a key factor in tactical victory.

Catherine didn't swing her sword at the demon. She had more important things to do.

Tita and the other battle sisters stayed close to her, holding the priestess hostage while trying their best to kill the ether aliens rushing towards Catherine. They surrounded Catherine, who was exuding divine light, and rushed towards the portal, who He also drew out the long sword given by the emperor and slashed hard. Sometimes the enemy is close at hand, and her sword edge will even sink into the portal, killing the etheric entity aliens that have not yet arrived in the physical universe.

"We will meet again, sisters." Catherine walked into the portal and said to the battle sisters, "The loyal ones will meet in His kingdom."

As if under some kind of guidance, the two witches looked in the same direction at the same time.

The assault transport craft flew at high altitude, sandwiched between the dark void and the blue-reflecting atmosphere. This is a sudden intuition, a strong sixth sense unique to psychics. The witch's gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the body and armor, looking at the moon floating in the void. Although they did not have the prophet-like farsightedness of the Emperor or the Karma Taj Planetary Defense System, they were extremely sensitive to the changes in the moon's phases, and at this moment they felt the spiritual energy explosion on the moon. The focus of their vision is below the horizon, where the Moon's precise position is.

"This psychic burst will provide us with cover. Even planetary defense systems will not be able to detect us."

If a psyker with second vision looks down at the Earth, he will find that at the moment when the psychic energy from the moon explodes, three giant round shields composed of complex three-dimensional geometric figures and burning orange-red sparks flash past, completely covering the Earth. Completely wrapped in it, the energy of the psychic burst is blown into the void and disappears, just like the earth's magnetic field that resists violent solar wind particles.

"That's just one factor, not the whole story."

Bayonetta thought for a few seconds before remembering that he was answering a previous question, to which he had responded with silence. The only explanation did not fully explain the necessity and urgency of the Battle of Attilan. Bayonetta raised her eyebrows deliberately.

"I didn't realize that the doctor on this plane had such superb skills." She looked at Dinah, "Hurry up and get him a bottle of whiskey. Ideally, he's the smartest when he's tipsy. I mean It’s not intelligence.”

"The portal has been closed, but I don't know if this is a wise enough decision. I can use that portal to gain more benefits, but at the same time I have to take greater risks, considering the possibilities. Given the sunk costs, I made the most conservative choice.”

"You mean the relationship between the portal and the Supreme Mage?"

"Yes, Theresa, you have always been sharp." The emperor said, "I finally decided that there will be only one enemy in a war."