Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

On the third day after the pair of young siblings from a Gypsy family left their hometown to avoid the hateful eyes of their neighbors, two Kama Taj wizards visited their hometown.

Two mages who specially dressed up as ordinary people.

"It's confirmed that this is it." Master Modu always had a dark face. He seemed not used to the secular clothes on his body. While looking around the streets destroyed by magic, he unconsciously pulled on his sleeves and clothes.

The forward movement was much more natural than Modo's. He crouched on the street and quickly discovered the center point of the explosion.

"It's not too powerful, but... it's a pure black magic aura, more extreme than the auras of Belasco and Dormammu."

Mordu also walked over. His magic perception was now far behind the previous one, but the aura and traces left at the scene were so clear that it was not difficult for him to make a judgment.

"Indeed, the aura is very different from that of Dormammu; so, it's not Casillas' group? There is a new follower of black magic here?"

Asking Karma Taj's mage to judge the magical atmosphere is like asking top chefs to identify seasonings and musicians to listen to notes. Things that make others confused are just commonplace for professionals.

"Perhaps this follower is a newcomer, but don't underestimate him just because he is a newcomer; given time, this person may be more terrifying than Casillas." Qianqian squatted there seemingly casually, with his fingertips hanging down naturally.

Pointing to the ground, traces of black magic power invisible to the naked eye were extracted from the ground and lingered on the fingertips.

These fluctuations and breaths of magic are extremely familiar to Qiang Qian, and they are exactly the same as the Sithorn mark rooted deep in Liana's soul.

Modu looked at the forward movement and suddenly frowned: "Do you know something?"

"It's not too much." Qiang Qian responded calmly; what he knew was indeed not too much, and he said even less.

Modu was a little dissatisfied with Qianqian's hesitant answer; ever since their differences in attitude toward black magic were made public, he had been extremely wary of this young, talented junior fellow student who had received too many privileges.

I am worried that the other party will go astray with their powerful magical power, which will cause greater damage than Casillas' betrayal.

Therefore, when Xiang Qian rushed back to Karma Taj to investigate the black magic incident, Modo immediately became interested and insisted on following him to this small Eastern European country. And the pure black magic atmosphere found at the scene really convinced Master Modo

Secretly shocked.

As if aware of Modu's dissatisfaction, he moved forward and waved his hands towards his senior brother: "Don't look at me like that. I really don't know much, I just know the origin of this black magic; Sithorn!"

Master Modu's face suddenly darkened.

Sithorn, the god of black magic in this universe, is also the source of almost all black magic. The black magic spread in this world can more or less be traced back to this ancient evil god; for example, currently Kama Taj has caused the most

Dormammu, who is a direct threat, has also learned some of Sithorne's black magic.

"Are you sure? It is indeed Sithorn?" Master Modu asked.

"Of course, I have felt the aura left by Sithorn at close range in Wandag Mountain."

Qianqian's words made Master Modu furious.

Wandag Mountain is a steep peak located at the southern end of the Carpathian Mountains. The altar on the top of the mountain is the most important landmark left by Sithorn on the earth, and it also retains a large amount of Sithorn's magical power.

Sithorn's powerful magic transformed the original pure will into matter, and the magical power turned into words and was engraved on the altar. These black magic spells are called the "Dark Book of Darkness" by the mages of the earth.

Over the past tens of millions of years, wizards who have fallen into darkness have occasionally entered the altar to copy black magic. These books that copy black magic are copies of the "Book of Darkness".

Modu angrily asked: "How dare you do that? Wandag Mountain is the source of temptation and corruption, and is a more terrifying existence than Dormammu's bewitchment. One of the most important long-term tasks of Kama Taj is to trace the source of Wandag Mountain.

How dare you..."

"Okay, okay, Senior Brother Modu, I don't want to argue with you." He waved his hand indifferently, "If you want to fight against an enemy, you must first understand your enemy; in the same way, if you want to fight against black magic,

, you must first understand black magic.”

"Climbing Mount Wandago is beyond what is necessary to understand black magic!"

Qiang Qian asked helplessly: "So, do you think I have become a black magician now? But I just participated in a battle to defend the earth."

Modu was choked to the point of speechlessness and almost choked with anger. Of course he knew that this junior brother was not a black magician, and he also knew that he had been helping to defend the earth, but he just couldn't accept Qiang's frivolity and didn't take it seriously.

manner.

In the face of black magic and the huge threat from another dimension, shouldn’t we take it seriously?

"For thousands of years, there have been many black magicians in Kama Taj. Almost every degenerate was originally caused by his carelessness about evil." Modu said word by word, "Every Kama

The magicians of Taj are like standing on the edge of a cliff staring into the abyss. When you fall towards the abyss, there is no time to find stepping stones."

"Then I can let Senior Brother Wang use his escort rope to pull me up." Xiang Qian replied angrily, stood up and walked towards the street, getting rid of the possible intensification of the quarrel.

Mo Du chased after him angrily. He wanted to say something more, but he saw that Qian Qian was already greeting pedestrians on the street, so he had to hold back what he said.

"Good morning, we are agents from the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Bureau." He took out a delicate document and shook it, "Can you please take a moment? We are here to investigate what happened two days ago.

Explosions here. Someone reported to us that there was a terrorist attack here."

A bunch of middle-aged couples who were stopped looked puzzled: "I never mentioned this department. Do we have this department? Are you a police officer?"

"Not the police." The disguised face showed a harmless smile, "We are an international cooperative anti-terrorism organization; we mainly provide anti-terrorism assistance to third world countries."

The middle-aged couple turned the documents over and over, looking at them. They were very neat and beautiful from the inside out, and they seemed to have some background.

"We received reports that a strange terrorist attack with unknown intent occurred here two days ago. Can you tell me about it?"

Xiang Xiang smiled warmly, fully displaying the cliché skills he learned from the Divine Spear Bureau; his voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just right enough to be heard by everyone passing by.

So, within a few minutes, all kinds of opinions began to fill his ears.

"That girl is a witch, and her mother must have been too; they use gypsy witchcraft."

"You mean, it was a girl who caused the explosion?"

"That's right, a girl named Wanda. I still remember when they first moved here, there was a couple, Mr. and Mrs. Maximov, with a pair of twin siblings."

"I also remember that it must have been in 1992; the siblings were only four years old at the time."

"No, you remembered wrongly. They came here in 1993; I also know that their family escaped from Yugoslavia; of course, there is no Yugoslavia now."

"They lived in an old apartment at the end of the street, and I used to be neighbors with them; I thought that family was a bit weird at the time."

"But the apartment was bombed during the civil war, and the couple were also killed."

"Nonsense, they were not killed by bombs; the bomb that fell into their house did not explode. They were crushed to death by the collapsed house."

"Why didn't the bomb explode? Haven't you ever thought about it? It was because of witchcraft! That girl knew witchcraft since she was a child. She learned it from her mother, and she used those witchcraft to control the bomb."

"Then why did her mother die again? If she is also a witch."

"Don't you even know this? Witches always bring misfortune! The more powerful their witchcraft is, the more tragic their consequences will be."

…

Until the two "Special Agents of the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency" quietly left, the crowd on the street was still talking to each other, just like in the past few days, they would comment on the explosion whenever they had the opportunity.

opinion.

"Agent of the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Bureau?" Modu held an exquisite black leather ID in his hand and spoke in a strange tone, "Do all people in the intelligence department regard lying as a habit - even if you are just a technical consultant?"

Qianqian pretended not to hear the hidden meaning of Modu's words, and replied nonchalantly: "Don't be so rigid, lies are just a means, not a goal. In fact, strategic homeland defense... well, let's keep it simple;

In fact, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents don't have any public credentials at all. They usually use FBI and CIA identity cards, and which one they use depends on where they perform their missions - I'm just copying them.

"

Modu rolled his eyes and threw the certificate back.

He held the document forward and patted his palms gently, thoughtfully: "Our gains are not small. At least, we already know the identity of the perpetrator: Wanda Maximov, from a Gypsy family. Moreover, we

I also found out where the two siblings live in the town."

"But they've been gone for two days."

"It doesn't matter, walking in such a hurry will always leave many traces." Qiang Xiang said firmly.

Less than twenty minutes later, forward's guess came true; he and Modo found many clues at the Maximov siblings' home, including a photo of the two siblings.

"The whole apartment has been searched, and it doesn't look like a residence for a believer in black magic." Modu looked around, "I didn't see anything related to black magic; rituals, items, charms - nothing. For

Is this place too clean for a person who studies black magic?"

"Indeed, it looks very clean." Xiang Qian's tone was a little erratic.

"Well, you think so too?" Modu looked up and was suddenly confused, "What are you looking at? Did you hear what I said?"

"Of course, I heard it; clean!" Qianqian didn't even raise his head, his eyes still stayed on the photo of the siblings.

Modu leaned over and took a look, and saw a young man and woman in the photo. The man was in the corner of the photo, extending his arms towards the camera. He should be taking a selfie; the woman was standing in the middle position C, with long golden-red hair.

Her fair and pretty face is filled with youthfulness and beauty from the inside out.

Mordo rolled his eyes and asked, "Can I ask what you mean by 'clean'?"

"Whatever you think is what it is."

"Is it the room I mentioned, or the girl in your eyes?"

"Both! Can't you?" Qiang Tian replied shamelessly, "You should look at her eyes, you can see everything from her eyes. I swear, it's hard to have another pair of eyes that have gone through so many hardships like this."

My eyes are still so clean.”

"Clean? I only see cynicism, sadness and disappointment in this girl's eyes. Do I need to remind you that these eyes belong to a person who uses black magic?"

He raised his gaze forward and looked around, then shrugged at Modo: "Did you find any trace of black magic in this room?"

"The absence of traces of black magic does not mean that she is not a believer in black magic. Maybe she studied black magic elsewhere? For example, in a secret base or something." Modu said seriously, "Anyway, one fact is certain:

Wanda Maximoff used black magic to destroy a ten-meter stretch of street and injure many people."

"Of course, I haven't forgotten this."

"Then put away your little playboy thoughts."

Qianqian spread his hands innocently: "I can't say I have any small thoughts; it's just that since this girl is connected with black magic, she is destined to have a life story different from ordinary people. And as Kama Taj, I

The mage is destined to be a participant in her life story, rather than a listener of the story."

"I never thought that someone could describe the lustful behavior of a scumbag in such a tactful and profound way."

"If you have the time to complain, why not look for any hair or other things they left behind so that we can find them easier."

"I just looked for it, and there's nothing!" Modu said indifferently.

He frowned forward: "Nothing? How is that possible?"

"There is indeed nothing." Modu complained to himself before realizing that something was wrong, "Everywhere is clean, even the washstand is like this."

"Two people who want to leave in a hurry, do they still have the time to clean up before leaving?" Qiang Qian felt a touch of uneasiness in his heart, and then with a sharp look in his eyes, he turned to look towards the door of the apartment.

Almost at the moment when I turned my head forward, the door handle of the door clicked, and someone pushed the door open and walked in from the outside.

An ordinary middle-aged man without any magical fluctuations or supernatural power, in this apartment building where dragons and snakes are mixed and people come and go, managed to hide Qiang Xiang through the noise around him.

"Good afternoon, two... Mr. Agents." The middle-aged man said politely, "Introduce yourself: Zemo, Helmut Zemo."