Marvel Magic Event Book

The traveler's tattered cloak collapsed, billowing pale gray soot.

The soot collapsed, condensed, and melted into gray-black giant wolves in front of the fire, and the thick shadows and gray frost lingered around them, as if they were phantoms themselves.The strange traveler took a step forward, and the soot giant wolves immediately grinned and exposed their thick white teeth, with a threatening whine from their throats.He pushed aside the cloak, revealing the giant sword hidden under the worn and rough fabric. Golden flames gushed out from the scabbard. Maximus saw that the air was distorted by the heat, and the terrifying flames instantly ignited the darkness on both sides of the road. in the dense forest.At this moment, the brief sharp pain that swept through his body made Maximus' eyes widen, but a certain soft voice kept reminding him, asking him to sit by the campfire and stay away from those golden flames.

The gray ice on the ground melted, evaporated, and dissipated in the blink of an eye.

"You have no choice." A certain smoke-gray wolf said in his usual relaxed and sly tone.Maximus was completely unaware that what the giant wolf spoke was Hebrew, not the common language of the Inhumans. He didn't even realize that he could understand a language he had never learned. "Why resist fate? Why give everything to this weak race? You are destined to practice the will of the ether, you are destined to step on the ladder and sit on the throne to exercise your power. All your choices will push you to Our side, Joshua, this is the future."

The giant smoky gray wolf surrounded the strange traveler, and Maximus noticed that the latter was visibly tense.

The severe headache made his vision more and more blurred, and the strong dizziness made it difficult for him to continue thinking.The flames jumped in his eyes, and rushed to the brain along the nerves to lick his soul. He didn't see what happened in front of the campfire, he only heard someone say something calmly, followed by unprecedented pain Let him fall heavily to the ground.Maximus wanted to make a quick psychological diagnosis of himself - visual and balance disorders - the only judgment he could make now, he realized that he was in a dream, but he had no memory of why he will enter the dreamland.

He felt that his face had touched some kind of wet, smooth, sticky and cold hard object. Before he opened his eyes, he subconsciously pressed his hot forehead against it, greedily longing for a bit of coolness.He panted heavily, sticking out his tongue to lick the liquid in front of him, moistening and drying his lips and throat, any liquid would be delicious to him at this moment.It seemed that after a long time, Maximus gradually remembered where he was.His brain was barely turning like a rusty cog, and it took him a long time to even realize that something was wrong with his mind.Maximus barely raised his body, he felt as if he was struggling to move a shuttle.

"Why are you blindfolded?" he asked, "Why can't I see anything?"

"We did not blindfold you, my lord." The voice of the priestess sounded in his ear, "Please open your eyes."

"I have opened my eyes."

"No, you didn't, you didn't realize that you had closed your eyes." Priestess Pei Lier said softly, "Please open your eyes, my lord."

Maximus took a deep breath to calm his impatience.

He habitually planted ideas inside himself.As a top mind manipulator and mind reader, he has the ability to control his own nerve electrical signals and indirectly improve his athletic ability. He also has the ability to psychologically analyze himself and cross the gap between soul, body and consciousness. .When he opened his eyes, the originally weak candlelight around him became extremely dazzling, and it took him a while to adjust to the blurred vision and light—he saw himself kneeling on the ground, the stone slab under his knees covered with blood. Submerged—he raised his weak arm, palm and arm covered in blood that was about to clot.He tasted the blood in his mouth, and there was a hint of sweetness in the stench. Surprisingly, he didn't seem to hate this taste.

He saw the head of Priestess Pei Lier was placed on his knees. Even though she was dead, the priestess still looked at him with silent eyes with a smile on her face. "I heard her voice, she is not dead." Maximus found himself unexpectedly calm, "How long has it been since the ceremony started?"

The nearby armed men gave the answer, which surprised Maximus. "Also," the fanaticism in the eyes of the armed personnel was even more unbearable, it seemed that this ceremony gave Maximus the supreme spiritual leader status, "Master Peryl martyred herself at the beginning of the ceremony, for the truth, She gave herself to you."

Maximus looked down at the head.

"Pei Lier is not dead, she will be resurrected." He held his head and pressed his fingers on the severed neck, "This is the truth."

"You shouldn't face them now." Master Hamil said stiffly.

No matter what he said, the emperor, who was changing his armor, did not respond.There is a row of deep tooth marks on the hard alloy arm armor, piercing the alloy, electronic muscle bundles and flexible metal seals, leaving dozens of wounds on the emperor's arm, as if bitten by some ferocious beast Pass.What was even more frightening was that in each of the wounds exuding cursed black gas, there were several granulation buds that were almost invisible to the naked eye constantly writhing, trying to drill deeper into his arm.With simple incantations, those parasite-like creatures screaming that only the sea of ​​souls can hear, were burned to smoke by golden flames, and in another dimension, several powerful spiritual entities perished.

"They call you Joshua?"

"Yes, this is one of my real names." The emperor finally spoke.He didn't feel pain from the flaming wound, maybe he did, but he habitually refused to show such humanity.But in any case, Constantine, who finally finished his mission and returned to the emperor, had a gloomy face. He was not used to the emperor participating in a battle without the protection of the Praetorian Guard, especially a psychic battle. "The enemies behind the curtain have noticed me, and there has been a loophole in the protection of the real name created by the venerable." The emperor looked at Constantine, "Don't blame yourself, this is a battle in a dream. The dream of the psychic is the battlefield, and the power that the enemy and the enemy can transmit is extremely limited. Although I lost, the power given to the Inhuman psyker by those spiritual entities will not be as powerful as they expected."

"Why is this, Your Majesty?" Constantine asked, "Is the Inhuman race still useful to them?"

"Everything is of value to them, Constantine. Master Hamil understands what I'm saying, and everything we do strengthens them." The emperor put on his arm armor again under Constantine's care , while repairing the alloy armor plate with a spell.Around Master Hamil, Constantine, and the emperor, the air became blurred, and they could only see each other clearly in a spherical space. "This conversation has been wrapped in a time bubble by me, and will never exist in the eternity of time."

"I can tell you that the enemies behind the veil are more than happy to use the Inhumans to drain our strength and weaken our armament against the Dark Order. No matter where Thanos' idea came from, it will serve as a counterweight to existence behind the veil." The biggest blood sacrifice in the universe, when their power will cross the curtain and come directly to reality. In order to avoid this result, I must take action to stop it."

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