Marvel Book of Magical Events

He smelled the fear of those bastards. The cold sweat on their backs was the guilty conscience after the excitement of addictive drugs faded, and the side effects of receptor inhibition. This is normal, if he hadn't secretly dumped a large amount of addictive alchemy potions that he made himself into the circulating water system, those crew members would not have the guts to follow him to ransack the casino. But after the effect of the medicine wears off, they can't turn back into the softies they used to be, because dirty blood is already flowing in their veins. In the atmosphere of alcohol and intensified crime, the endless desire for drugs and money will urge these smugglers to continue plundering and change their careers completely. He deliberately didn't wash the blood on his clothes to remind these bastards that they might be able to get immunity from Xandar or reduce their sentence by betraying the captain, but don't forget that he and his sword are much closer than Xandar.

Merlin's original plan was to go to that place by taking a smuggling boat, but the reality is that there is no channel to get there. There are many names there: the Veil of Dreams, the Source of Nightmare, and many civilizations have given the place an ominous name in their own way. Some civilizations believe that there lives a large, pitch-black octopus that can go deep into dreams and lead people into the abyss of madness. Legends and myths repeated the horrors of that place, and in order to maintain this fear-filled plan, Salomon decided to seize command of the ship and turn the rabble on a bloody road. All the way to plunder, all the way to supply, only in this way can they reach the weak point between the main material plane and the outer dimension. Merlin obviously has no sympathy, he doesn't care about anything, only Dave doesn't understand why Salomon did this.

"Do you still want to empathize with aliens, Dave?" Salomon said nonchalantly, "If they are aliens who can communicate, they can naturally coexist peacefully. But the people on this ship are all desperadoes. They want money without killing their lives, and their moral bottom line is astonishingly low. The demons in their hearts have been released. If it is not for my suppression, they will do even more extreme things. Death is the best ending. This sentence is absolutely correct for everyone, including those bastards."

"You still want to kill."

"Oh." Salomon blinked mischievously, trying not to let the excessive pressure overwhelm Dave, "I believe that if the Xandar star government knows what I have done, they will definitely praise me, because the casino tycoon entrenched in the toxic atmosphere and dung piles did not pay taxes! Because I cleaned up a group of corrupt officials who secretly communicated with the casino tycoon! You need to go through some cruel things to understand the ruthlessness of this universe. I only care about human beings, not aliens, and I don't want to You will empathize with those who will be enemies of humans in the future. Twist your position, you and I are humans, if you want humans to march towards the galaxy, then human chauvinism is essential in the early stages of conquest. Believe me, even Asgard rose like this.”

"You're going to start a war."

"I have to start a war. If human beings want to rise, they must start a war." Salomon rolled his eyes, and motioned to Merlin, who was watching Xandar's adult channel, to educate Dave. However, the Half-Blood Nightmare pretended not to see it, and continued to admire the beautiful figure of the pink-skinned young lady. "Thanks to the genetic modification technology of the Celestial Group, many aliens can be called human subspecies and have the possibility of peaceful coexistence, so future wars are not as bad as you imagined." Salomon said before leaving the cabin, "But I hope you will stay away from innocence as soon as possible. Balthazar's education is limited to the earth, this time you have the opportunity to see farther. If you are still so weak, it means that the position of sword bearer is not suitable for you at all, and you are not worthy of touching the sword of Terra."

Salomon believed that Dave would understand the meaning of this sentence, and that the cruel reality of En-Gala and the Merlin Wizards would educate him well.

He has an optimistic attitude towards the upcoming attack, no matter how many body modifications those aliens have made, they cannot be his opponent. He happened to know such ancient technologies that could be used in space naval battles, and he knew better than the smugglers who only knew how to escape. Although these experiences are full of old Asgardian recklessness and eccentric sense of humor, including but not limited to loading gunpowder into the launch pod, igniting it and launching soldiers as torpedoes. Or install a ram on the spaceship, and then jump directly into the opponent's cabin through the passage in the ram.

He decides to double-dose the crew to muster up the courage to join him in these crazy plans—which plan? Of course it is to use the launching pod to launch the soldiers out! He didn't want to keep this untrustworthy crew on this ship!

He missed the Sisterhood very much now, and those loyal androids would definitely be able to complete the tasks he gave them.

Salomon closed his eyes and communicated with the flames floating on the top of the spaceship. The loyal Phoenix will never be far away from him. Even if he is sailing in the universe, this Phoenix will do his best to help Salomon.

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Lara Croft can't read the Greek writing on the tombstone of the prophet's tomb buried deep underground. She now wished only to have a Greek expert by her side, such as her handsome patron, Mr. Damonette.

Almost on the same day, when Salomon left the earth, Laura also arrived at her destination. Despite being strafed by gunship helicopters, there is no doubt that she survived. Despite falling off a cliff, she survived. She was almost surprised by her luck. If it wasn't for the wound on her arm and the aching back, she could hardly believe that what happened just now was real.

This is the northwestern border of Syria, where the war once raged. There are dry plants and dry desert everywhere, everything is tanned by the hot sun, and even the sand and dust in the air can easily take away the moisture in the nasal cavity. Thirst is the only theme here, and the rare animals have shrunk in size, evolved carapaces and venom. Laura coughed up the sand, endured the pain and moved on.

She wished to save the cure for a more serious injury.

The gilded Maltese cross she just found would be a nice gift, if she ever gets to go back. The crucifix is ​​exquisite, with gilt figures in robes on all four wedge-shaped arms, and four small rubies. Tenth-century Byzantine style, which made her even more convinced that she was looking in the right place.

The results were as expected.

She believed that the mottled mural depicting the prophet performing miracles on the civilians was almost exactly the same as what was mentioned in her father's notes. Here is the relic that Sir Richard Crawford, the prophet of immortality, sought all his life. Other murals depict the Prophet's deeds, such as his conversation with foreign armies and his success in convincing them to lay down their arms and become followers. The prophets painted in these murals all had Halo on their heads without exception. Laura took a closer look at the light sticks, but found that some important elements were missing from these murals.

No gods, no religious gestures, just golden angels floating above the clouds looking down. Golden angel in armor. The incongruity of this thing can be seen with Lara Croft's knowledge of art history, but even so, the person who drew the picture still painted this incompatible character element that was not mentioned in the Bible into the mural.

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