Marvel Book of Magical Events

The more they walked forward, the more corpses of high-level angels lying on the wet soil, and those huge bodies that had been pierced and cut were still dripping blood continuously. The angel's blood slowly evaporated, and golden light spots like fireflies in the summer field slowly rose from the land covered with corpses. Apart from the lighting devices on the power armor, there were few things that could provide light in this dim environment. But the Sisterhood didn't have time to appreciate the sight, as the spilled angel's blood turned the ground into hot, rosemary-smelling mud, and they trudged through calf-deep mud, clearing mountains of corpses with bolters, chainswords, and explosives. In the darkness, the four-element angel [Temperance], which represents the wind element, stood like a hill in the center of the quagmire, surrounded by impact marks like meteorite craters. The sisters saw it pierced by the light spear transformed by Catherine, and then fell into the darkness.

When they approached, they found that there were quite dense corpses of superior angels scattered around the [Temperance] angel. The wounds on the body were mostly cut wounds, and the two huge arms were scattered in different positions. Except for the blunt wounds caused by Madame Butterfly's fist, a large number of sharp wounds spread all over the body. The traces of the hurricane marked by the night-vision electronic eyes in the darkness told them that the [Temperance] angel survived for a while after falling, and there was a very tragic battle here. The Sisterhood groped forward, following desperate instincts, and finally found her among the angels' corpses. From a distance, Catherine seemed to be standing on the pile of corpses, wielding a long sword and fighting, with the corpses of false angels all over her feet.

Calling her name, the Sisterhood cautiously leaned over. Although she already had psychological expectations, the great grief still overwhelmed everyone present—a golden spear pierced her abdomen, and another golden spear pierced her chest from behind, nailing her firmly to the corpses of the angels. Catherine's power armor was covered with large and small scars, and the huge iron-gray steel wings stretched out to provide the final protection. She stood there motionless, condensing cold anger, and looked like she might swing her sword again at any time to kill the enemy.

When the sisters carefully carried her down from the pile of corpses, they noticed the huge and deep cave behind Catherine. The human girl opened her mask, her face full of grief. She sniffled. "How do we explain this to the monarch? He loves her so much!"

"We don't need to explain." An artificial man said calmly. "The monarch must be inside. She fends off all the false angels who tried to chase the monarch. She has done a good job. There is no higher honor than this."

"How can you be so indifferent, sister!" A human girl shouted in disbelief, "Ms. Catherine is dead!"

The android shook his head.

"It's not that I don't love her, sister, I love her as I love the monarch. But this is our destiny. The sisterhood will always remember and sing her great dedication, and the monarch will never forget her loyalty." The robot took off the helmet, and she looked at Catherine, who was held in the arms of another robot, and said lovingly, "Rejoice for her, sister, she has fulfilled her mission. She will stand beside the monarch and enjoy this unprecedented glory forever."

This is not a sweet dream! This is a dream wrapped in the stench of rotting flesh!

Bayonetta twitched her fingers and woke up hastily.

She immediately got up, looked around, and found that she was lying on a huge, wet and sticky purple flesh, and the stone platform that transported her and the boy before had fallen to pieces behind her. The last thing she remembered was that the biological battleship [Insidious] from the lower plane opened its huge mouth and swallowed the rushing water together with her after she smashed two eyes.

"Little one, where are you?" Bayonetta had only one way to go. She cast magic to transform into a black panther, and ran forward until she came to a huge cavity. There are pink tendons all over here, Bayonetta raised her head and looked up, in the lymph node-like organ wrapped by many huge tendons and connective tissue, the boy was unconsciously soaking in the blood-red translucent liquid. Just as the witch was about to set off to break the strange situation and release the boy, a golden streamer pierced straight towards the boy in the organ.

Bayoneta immediately raised her guns and fired dozens of bullets in the blink of an eye.

The masked sage raised his hand to cast a spell, grasping the flying bullet, and the next moment he came behind Beunita.

He unhurriedly threw the bullet that still had potential energy, but when he finished the spell of [Swift Streamer], the Witch's reaction that was comparable to the speed of the bullet's flight immediately responded. However, when Bayunita dodged the bullet, it was enough for the masked sage to continue his offensive to kill the boy himself. The witch followed quickly angrily, and kicked away the tip of the spear that was about to stab the boy. After opening the distance, she shot at the masked sage again, but the bullets were cut by the masked sage out of thin air. He threw two short spears at the witch like a boomerang, but Beunita narrowly dodged it with his dexterous movements, and even the whirling sharp blade could not hurt the witch's elegance.

Although the battle between the masked sage and the witch did not cause any harm to the other party, both the sharp blade and the bullet hit the organs of [Insidious], and the smelly blood waterfall flowed down in an instant. "Mind if I ask where your opponent went?" the witch asked with a chuckle. She looked at the spear in the sage's hand and the shattered mask, "I'm not worried about him, I just want to know how much it cost you to escape from his hands."

However, the masked sage didn't answer her question, "Don't get in the way, witch. This has nothing to do with you!"

The witch replied with bullets, "I'm sorry, the little things are still useful to me."

As gravity pulled him down again, the mystic quickly activated the jet engines to ensure he would not lose his balance due to the sudden loss of buoyancy and thrust. He turned over and barely hit the floor of a circular plaza covered with mosaic tiles, countless amounts of water floating on his head. He looked forward, and the wreckage of countless buildings floated irregularly above the deep purple sea of ​​clouds.

There's something weird going on here.

He followed the ray-shaped creature of the lower planes all the way down, taking the risk of never being able to leave to come here. No one would have imagined that there is such a huge space between the virtual and the real under the Fenbowente Mountain. However, when he arrived, he immediately felt the situation here. The portal he sensed is indeed here, but there are many large and small portals here. The largest portal is as high as a mountain, and the smallest portal can only accommodate a finger. These portals are in a deep sleep at the moment and have not been activated. These portals form a maze-like terrain, which makes Salomon face difficulties.

Salomon can be sure that many of the portals here are the works of the Witch Clan. If the Witch Clan monitors the portals of the lower planes, then they must have taken a lot of security measures to prevent outsiders or sages with insufficient authority from entering this place. Only by mastering the correct way of walking can they reach the gate of hell.

For an outsider like Salomon, it is only guesswork.

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