Marvel Book of Magical Events

Captain Miller opened his eyes in his assigned tent.

He kept his eyes open, barely breathing, until painful memories flooded into his brain like molten lead, a sting extending from the back of his head to his chest. He could breathe again, as if he was announcing to the world that his life would continue. To him, the Event Horizon's disaster seemed like it happened the day before yesterday. He could call out the crew's names and imagine their responses - there would be no response, and all he had left was the folded items beside his cot. Gray combat uniform and the Lewis and Clark watch he was wearing at the time. He would no longer be in the quiet space, with the neighing of horses and the howling wind filling all the air instead - he could hardly remember yesterday's conversation with the emperor, and every strenuous memory would bring pain and fatigue. He was so tired, and this weariness spread from the depths of his soul outwards. He glanced at the watch next to his head and closed his eyes again.

For the first time, he refused to abide by the timetable he had disciplined for years, even though the sounds outside the tent suggested that the Emperor's Praetorian Guards were planning to relocate. This is a convoy, the most powerful convoy on this plain. It is impossible to be attacked in the future or now. Before he fell asleep, the emperor's imperial guards had informed him of the next action. They would take Caravans and supplies were moved in search of qualified men the emperor needed. The destination of this convoy will be human settlements, not empty deserts and grasslands.

After reproaching himself for his laziness for the hundredth time, Captain Miller finally got up.

Breakfast was very simple. Although he had to put the stainless steel coffee pot and the iron pot filled with tomato sauce and soybeans on the white-hot charcoal fire himself, it was considered a good meal for this era. After all, from now on, until the emperor finds a fixed settlement, all food intake must give top priority to nutrition rather than taste.

When he was wandering around with nothing to do after breakfast, he noticed how empty the place where the huge assault transport boat docked yesterday was. Hundreds of tons of steel and machinery were missing, and only boxes of supplies were piled there waiting to be moved. Get in the carriage. He also saw the Imperial Guards in golden armor taming the wild horses on the plains and ordering giant humanoid machines to build carriages. Those Imperial Guards who had not made the carriages worked together to carry a huge steel coffin filled with cables onto a carriage driven by eight horses. On a huge carriage pulled.

Those humanoid machines that are taller than the Forbidden Army and carry artillery and firearms on their shoulders are fully capable of cutting down trees and carrying goods. The chain saw fists and siege pliers used to cut armor can be dismantled at an alarming speed. A tree that had grown for hundreds of years, but the task of building a carriage had to be done by more nimble fingers, so they had to wait a while. Captain Miller found that he had never imagined that these giants in gorgeous armor could adapt to this environment.

In his opinion, these people should be staying in gorgeous palaces, walking on scarlet carpets, instead of heating metal with the tail flames of armored vehicles and processing wood with daggers and axes, because the gems inlaid in their armor are enough to buy an entire palace. City. However, they did an excellent job, even more skilled than the best carpenters and blacksmiths. This made Captain Miller curious about the origins of these forbidden troops. After all, it is impossible for nature to evolve a person who is three meters tall and twice as wide as a healthy male. The only explanation for such a healthy person is that the Custodes were super soldiers created by the emperor, as the media said.

The emperor found him with a horse that surprised him.

This horse was larger than any wild horse found by the Custodes. Captain Miller didn't think he would be surprised. He saw many tall creatures and machines here, unless this horse had a pair of wings-this The horse was very interested in his collar. No matter how the emperor stopped it, it always stretched its neck stubbornly toward him. Miller didn't mind the gentle and cute behavior of this huge horse, even though the horse was huge. The front teeth tried to swallow his collar.

"Suitable children can only be found in human settlements." He said, "It's not that long before you meet your first student." The Emperor was still wearing his armor, and Captain Miller smelled the cleaner on the armor. the smell. That maid, Captain Miller thought, he could imagine the maid wiping the emperor's armor with velvet stained with detergent. There must have been something comical about the scene, because the maid was nowhere near the height of the emperor's shoulder armor.

Captain Miller did not object to the removal of the Aboriginal children.

After a night's rest, his mind was still filled with many questions. Such trivial questions could be completely abandoned. He tried not to think about whether the selected children were the ancestors of a certain ethnic group in the future world. The kind of questions that can burn out people's brains. What's more, in this primitive era, no one can provide better education and living conditions than the emperor, not even the king.

He was so sure because the document the emperor showed him contained a list of supplies that would be allocated to him for training crew members. The list also included a variety of vaccines and high-calorie foods that could not be produced in this era. Mainly candies and chocolates. If they did take in Aboriginal children, these vaccines would come in handy and they wouldn't let carefully selected children die from the infectious diseases of the era. As for candies and chocolates, he could only understand them as the emperor's personal hobbies, and he could also play a huge role in purchasing children, and even he was allocated a lot of them.

He didn't know why the emperor stored so many vaccines in the supply box of the spacecraft. He had some doubts about whether the accident of the Event Horizon was also part of the emperor's plan. Now he didn't want to and didn't dare to ask this question. Although he knew that the emperor had hidden many things from him, he also knew that the emperor would not let him know things he shouldn't know.

"Where did that ship go?"

Captain Miller took his allotted candy out of his pocket.

This delicious and easy-to-absorb sugar is a strategic commodity in this era. It wasn't until he stuffed the peeled candy into the horse's mouth that the Pegasus became quiet, and the big eye that looked at the emperor blinked guiltily. Pegasus received no rebuke, and his master gently stroked his mane. It was not summoned in this era, but before language and civilization were born, before the first bonfires were lit. It has experienced many apocalyptic wars and a lot of exercise is effective in losing weight.

In other words, he is no longer the overweight horse.

The Emperor stretched out his hand to Captain Miller, and on the palm covered with golden armor lay a four-legged thing. The thing was like a wind-up frog made of gold and machinery, and it looked very expensive - but Miller didn't think the emperor would show himself a cute, expensive toy of an aristocrat - he wouldn't ignore this gorgeous appearance. The level of technology contained in it is because this thing has almost animal-like nerve reflex movements. This is some kind of creation with intelligence and beyond conventional technology. Captain Miller suspects that there are many things in it that can be called magic.

His guess was very close to the truth. This brass frog from Wakanda was given to the emperor by Prince T'Challa following the oracle of the high priest of Bastet Temple. He could almost deduce that the reason why this brass frog was in the hands of Wakanda was, It is very likely that he or he ordered the Imperial Guard to be handed over to the ancestors of Wakanda for safekeeping - this is the Novikov self-consistency principle of time travel - he used this brass frog to open the treasure house and saw himself inside Something that was shown to Stephanie Malick, a cosmic fleet that is stuck between reality and the imaginary dimension and is vital to the entire human race. It is not an illusion that deceives mortals, but something that really exists and is parked in the fragments of that plane.

Although Mars' space dock can build these space battleships, it is far from meeting its demand for production capacity unless Wakanda uses its own production capacity to fill it. He has met T'Challa's ancestors and told everyone present his prophecy. He knows why Wakanda built these battleships, and He can even determine why this brass frog was handed over by T'Challa. Give it to yourself and be 100% sure that it is your own handiwork.

"It's in the treasure house." He said, "The fleet I promised you is also in the treasure house. This is the key to the treasure house. Your fleet is also in it, so you don't have to worry about how the crew's internship period will be spent."

"I won't be surprised by anything now." Captain Miller shook his head. Even if someone told him that a giant monster would rise from the sea and come towards this place tomorrow, he didn't think he would be surprised. . The star had passed over the hills and continued to climb upwards, and the light reflected from the broad river in the distance became more intense. In this plain without many tall trees, the scorching sun will dry out their moisture in unimaginable ways. "where are we going?"

"Go southeast along this river. There should be a human village there." The emperor patted the white Pegasus on the head, "We will find what I want there. This river is called Euphrates."

"What time are we... exactly at?"

"By observing supernovae, we are located around 6000 BC." The emperor said gently, "Fortunately, we have enough time to train the crew."

Captain Miller was silent for a while.

He did not like the joke, and the emperor's answer made him despair.

He was not a pessimist, he was just good at preparing for the worst, but the answer the emperor gave was beyond his expectations. He admitted that his study of history was not that in-depth—to be precise, he had learned nothing except modern American history—and he had no way of judging whether human civilization at this point in time could provide enough resources to support the emperor. That's a ridiculous plan. 6000 B.C. He wondered if humans at this time had walked out of caves or jumped out of trees!

"You said you tried a time jump before I woke up."

"Several times," the emperor corrected.

"When is the furthest time?" Captain Miller asked relentlessly, "I'm just curious, maybe there is some pattern that allows us to accurately determine the landing point of a time jump."

"Fifty thousand years ago," the emperor said calmly, "my army and I lived there for a long time and participated in a war."

Captain Miller could not imagine what such an army would have looked like half a million years ago. If the emperor could initiate a war, the enemy would definitely not be primitive people with stone axes and stone spears.

"Who is the enemy?"

The emperor's gaze spread across the plains covered with sunshine and shrubs, over the ridges that obscured the skyline, and towards a distance that ordinary people could not see clearly. Captain Miller had no idea what he had seen, nor could he have known that the Emperor and his Praetorian Guards had fought against something called a Titan that could span towering mountains. Although he has been exposed to many supernatural events, the mythical apocalyptic battlefield is still far beyond the boundaries of his imagination.

Now He knows what even the Sorcerer Supreme failed to know.

The premonition before leaving the earth on the Retribution was correct. This necessary time travel showed him the hidden truth that even the Kama Taj Library would not record. Now he knows why Mephisto can never sit on the seventh throne, why he always tries to control Ghost Rider but always fails, because that throne belongs to him, to the king of hell, and Ghost Rider is his choice. Summoner and warrior; Odin and Agamotto once fought alongside him for a common goal - not just against the descending gods. Their war was even grander, the eternal war between the physical universe and the illusory dimension - they tried His vision and raised armies to fight against the coming gods and the uncontestable. Although the result was full of bitterness and betrayal, and even His Creation Guards were severely damaged, that experience and that unprecedented war also confirmed many conjectures: the outer dimension is not invincible, and the material plane is not invincible. In outer dimensions, there is the possibility of victory in the eternal war. Most importantly, even though the pain of betrayal was deep in his bones, his experiment still succeeded, and a trace of order could still remain in the eternally chaotic dimension, although it was still evil.

Agamotto tried to fight against the outer dimensions in his own way, and then he failed, failed in the most complete way, leaving only Kama Taj, the spark of resistance, in addition to providing energy for the emperor. Odin also led the Aesir to erode the legacy of the most powerful organic race in the universe and formed the most powerful army in the material universe to fight against the eternal nightmare, but now he will also face failure. Ragnarok, dominated by the shadows behind the curtain, has left the Æsir on their last legs in the future, and no one will know their original goal. Now the reason why Odin refuses to die is because he is waiting for him to complete this journey. When he returns to the original point in time, there will be only the last warrior left in the war against the eternal dimension.

"Something that can be called a god." He held the sword at his waist, and it was this holy sword that defeated the gods. After a while, the emperor spoke again, "You need to learn to ride a horse as soon as possible. We don't have enough saddles now, so it will be difficult. But we have a lot of time."

"This is the first time I know you like to joke. You are joking, right?"