Marvel Book of Magical Events

"Are you sure that little bastard will do what you said?" While waiting for the Quinjet fighter to arrive, Nick Fury asked Father Molu curiously. "I know that you Catholics have their own armed forces. You know I'm not referring to the fancy Swiss Guards in the Vatican, but the armed forces of the Inquisition." He asked, "Where did you get the news? Why didn't I read it?" To your people? Also, how much do you know about that little bastard's organization?"

"This is what God instructed us to do. As for my brothers, they are all dead, at the hands of the devil's minions, and the boy has been lost from us." Father Molu took it to himself. Nick Fury's small flagon was gone, he was perfectly content with single malt whiskey and couldn't afford anything too expensive on his allowance. "And the reason why I can survive is entirely God's will." The priest said drunkenly, "The reason why God didn't let me die is to let me accomplish this thing - cut off the devil's conspiracy. As for the adoption I don't know much about Salomon Damonet's wizard, but I know the little fellow has gone astray."

"How to say?" Nick Fury was very curious, why the priest would comment on Salomon like this.

"Because he learned magic! He abandoned his innate power, or rather, the wizard deliberately made him not tap his own power. He should have performed miracles instead of chanting spells stupidly." The priest glanced at the director of the Shield Bureau, and he waved his hand, "Miracle is not magic. Miracle is instinct and a kind of thought. As long as he wants it, he can do it. He should have taken the sins of the world instead of Now it's like this...Jesus, magic! Magic by selling yourself!"

Well, Nick Fury thinks he can't understand the rhythmic gibberish of the drunk, but one thing's for sure, if the Quinjet hasn't arrived, S.H.I.E.L.D. will be left with scraps. This time, Nick Fury was not satisfied with the arms dealer that Salomon gave him. He wanted to go deeper and learn more about the world of magic. He could no longer be a Muggle looking at magic through frosted glass.

On the other side, Salomon and the cyborg riding on Pegasus' back were tracking the Quinjet jet that was breathing fire in the air. The Spirit of Vengeance seemed to want to get rid of the mystic's pursuit, so that Salomon Had to send Pegasus flying into the clouds, out of sight of Ghost Rider (if he had eyes at all).

"Master, but Pegasus can emit light." The artificial man reminded. Salomon was very satisfied with this prompt, he let go of the rein with one hand, made a gesture of turning the button out of thin air, and then the brightness of Pegasus dropped by one level-in fact, it was just a decrease in speed, the faster the speed, And Pegasus grew brighter. Now that they were above the Quinjet, commanding a high position, the Ghost Rider couldn't escape him and the androids, and it didn't matter if they slowed down a bit.

"Ceresa, do you think the little guy will call us?" Joan hugged the Cheshire Cat with some worries. The Cheshire Cat was very dissatisfied with this assassin costume. It walked backwards more than once, trying to take off the dress, but was stopped by Joan. In fact, Joan was just looking for something to do, because the accumulated fat on the Cheshire cat’s body does not allow it to take off its clothes, even if it bites the collar and hood, it is useless, and the fat on the chin is not so easy can be solved.

Facing Joan's question, Bayoneta thought for a while.

"Maybe," she replied, "you just need to know that Boya is a boy who keeps his promises."

"Won't that hurt his pride?"

"Oh, my dear Joan, he's not a machismo, do you think he can't remember our period schedule? Why do you think he makes so many sweets on purpose every few days of the month? He just He is really a little sweetheart who is taking care of us, he is taking care of your self-esteem." Beunita approached with a smile, "When did you care about him so much? Could it be that his adoptive mother told you something ?”

"No! I promise not!" Joan's ears turned red all of a sudden. Although she wanted to hide it, her short white hair couldn't cover her emotions in time. Only the Cheshire cat in her arms cried out in dissatisfaction, protesting that Joan was hugging too tightly, making it uncomfortable at all.

"Shut up, stupid cat. Just say what you say." Bayonetta picked up a magazine and flipped through it. She raised her eyebrows and looked at her good friend. "You just need to trust him." .In addition, Boya’s first night must be mine. I really don’t know how he controlled himself during puberty. If he didn’t have all the physiological reactions he should have, sometimes I would even doubt his sexual orientation. In addition, The Supreme Master is already preparing to give us a winery in the south of France, including all the wine in the cellar, until his birthday..."

"Theresa, he's not yet of age!"

"It's coming soon." The witch's eyes were sly, she pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, "But I think Boya's first time must be very hot. You must not sneak away!"

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"Master, don't we go down to help?" The robot looked at the scene of the firefight below and asked, "Our target is there, isn't it?"

"Our target is the incarnation of Mephisto, not the boy." At this time, the mystic had already lowered Pegasus' height, and he let the Pegasus spread its wings and glide slowly, while pulling a cloud to cover the figure. The sudden arrival of Ghost Rider made these mercenaries very uncomfortable, especially under the firepower of the powerful machine gun of the Quin-type fighter, the cars seemed to have been ravaged by giants. Ghost Rider was so happy that even Salomon could hear that eerie laugh.

The Coquen was not a fighter jet, and even a machine gun had limited bullets, and Johnny Blazer remembered what the target was, and he was careful not to injure the boy, so many shots missed. Ghost Rider's opponents are mercenaries. Even if the Quin-type fighter is strengthened by hellfire, a few grenades are not something the Quin-type fighter can withstand.

"But I don't mind using that boy as bait, as long as he draws out the incarnation of Mephisto." Salomon looked at the crashed Quinjet fighter jet and the bursting flames, he said, "It's just that Ghost Rider is now We are exchanging fire with them, and you may be accidentally injured if you go down. Just watch, if the Ghost Rider fails, we will have time to take another shot."

"But, Master, the Ghost Rider has already crashed." The artificial man asked puzzled.

"Ghost Rider can't die, he can only turn back into a human. Weissandi, did this guy roll in tar? Why are his bones turning black?"

"Master, I think this is just the reason for insufficient combustion." The artificial man carefully analyzed the current situation of Ghost Rider, "But I think that even under the condition of insufficient combustion, the smoke of Ghost Rider can still have an advantage."

"Stop messing around, Dinah, Ghost Rider doesn't get energy from burning organic matter, he's not a fire generator."

"Master, do you think that if we capture the Ghost Rider, can he generate electricity for us? I have studied the structure of generators, and I think we can use the Stark Group to make a small generator, Ghost Cavaliers are obviously good renewables."

"Emperor Weishan! What are you thinking?"

"If you don't like this solution, I think you can also use Ghost Rider to heat the bath water..."

"My God, I shouldn't have let you go online. Okay, okay, the Ghost Rider is down, and the mercenaries are on the run. It's your turn, Dinah, remember our goal."

"Okay, Master." The android jumped off Pegasus, and with a loud bang, she slammed into the road in front of a car, and the concrete road under her high heels had become pieces. Facing the accelerating car, the android didn't panic at all. She slowly drew out her giant sword, ready to attack. Dinah's sudden appearance startled the mercenaries, but they had just defeated the Ghost Rider before, and now it was time for their confidence to swell, even if a giant dragon appeared in front of them, they would dare to run over it.

The man-made man inserted the giant sword into the ground, and the car that rushed over cut itself in half. Dinah overturned the jeep that was following her, and pulled out a semi-conscious boy in a blue down jacket.

That's the bait Salomon needs, the daedra.

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