Marvel Magic Event Book

The terrifying angel spread out the deep purple bat wings behind him, and raised his head with two large recurved horns.Its height far exceeds that of ordinary people, and even Maximus, who has held a holy wedding ceremony, still looks short in front of it. "This is destiny." As if to affirm the words of the priestess, it said to Maximus, "I will behead the enemy for you, because this is the wish of the gods."

"No, that's my honor!" Maximus retorted without hesitation, completely unaware of the malice in the "angel"'s eight eyes.But when he stretched out his hand, the angel lowered his head obediently. "I will have an upright duel with my elder brother. The honor of the royal family of Attilan cannot be tarnished. I must personally behead his head. Only in this way can I ascend to my throne."

"This is your right, no one doubts it, but we must defeat the invaders first." Priestess Felil hurriedly said, "The upper deck is lost in corrupt political rule and weak lies, and the weak royal family is powerless to resist the human army .Lead the army to defeat mankind, my lord. Only we who know the truth have the ability to do so. Only we can let more of our kind know the truth that the gods created for this universe. Only you can save them who have fallen into blindness. .”

Maximus nodded.

Priestess Felier breathed a sigh of relief.She summoned other priests to bring the silver giant sword from the altar. Originally, this kind of giant sword with the height of a person required a long time of practice before it could be used. The sword flower, the extremely heavy silver sword body is like an arm in his hand, and the crimson spiritual energy is transmitted to the sword body through the special material for casting the long sword. From a distance, it looks like the sword body has ignited a deep Red foul fire.Even the so-called angel standing behind Maximus showed almost uncontrollable greed when he saw the sword.

"This sword has imprisoned hundreds of millions of souls." The priestess said, "When the sect was born, countless craftsmen who converted to the gods gave their lives for this sword. They used the life and soul of an entire planet to forge it. I have acquired this sword, and I hope that one day someone will be able to pick up this weapon. Now it is yours, and there is nothing in the world that can stop your blade."

"You must strengthen yourself with the blood of your enemies." The angel opened his mouth full of fangs.It was cast by the most feared legends of human beings. In ancient times, it walked in the desert that human civilization had never touched, and was worshiped as a god by the human race that disappeared in the long river of history. "Only how can you fight against that human king."

Jiaying opened her eyes, and the glass test tube fell to pieces on the ground.

Although everything that happened in the dream became blurred, the taste of the delicious wine in the test tube still remained on the back of her tongue.The terrible mental shock still made her eyes bloodshot at this moment, she couldn't help covering her face, and pressed her fingers on her eyeballs, as if she wanted to press them back again.The huge armor-wrapped palm grabbed her arm, followed by a tingling pain, and Jiaying felt unprecedented relaxation.

"You have been in the dream for more than ten seconds, which is very dangerous. For a mortal, your willpower is very strong, but it is not enough to deal with the superdimensional mental shock." Amon calmly took the syringe away, and at the same time deftly gave Jia It is hard to imagine that the fingers covered by armor and mechanical structures can be so flexible.What he injected into Jiaying was the by-product produced by Maya Hansen in the process of presiding over the research and development of genetically modified warriors. By-products of this class of optimized barbiturate drugs have been affirmed by the School of Brain and Neuroscience. "Now you need to forget what you just saw, and stop thinking about the pink elephant."

Amon's little joke was useless.

Jiaying rubbed her eyes, and it took a while for the blurred vision to become clear.

She saw the emperor standing aside, just as silent as before she drank the so-called golden mead, his eyes fixed on the front line instead of her, just like his gentle attitude and sudden outburst of rage in the dream It is a mask that can be taken off at any time. The real emperor is as cold and ruthless as he is now, even unwilling to give her a look—but she was wrong, the emperor turned his head and gave her a serious look—"Your What is the choice, Ms. Jiaying? Do you choose eternal peace or the road of thorns?" Amon, the Imperial Guard, asked the question on behalf of the emperor, "We don't have time, the enemy is coming to reality, we need you to do it as soon as possible make a decision."

Jiaying didn't answer, but looked straight at the emperor.

He stood on the deck, watching the roaring heavy vehicles slowly stepping into the battlefield below.

The escalation of firepower means the escalation of the intensity of the war. Even though the battle reports from the front indicate that the so-called extra-dimensional spiritual entities are only a small part, the heavy equipment from the second battle group, including the main battle tanks, left the rear for defensive tasks.In just a few minutes, the density of curved firepower under the steel dome doubled, and the communication channel was full of anxious shouts from mortal soldiers. Even the brave genetically modified fighters reported the fact that they needed support in a cold tone.

The group of monsters that only appeared in nightmares appeared from all unexpected places, and even the encircling positions fell into a bitter battle.Jiaying once again saw the golden fire burning on the emperor's body. The hot flame twisted the air, but did not ignite anything.She found that the guards around her were unaware of the brilliance on the emperor's body. She blinked hard and found that the brilliance had disappeared, as if it was an illusion left over from a dream, but the heat that burned her soul enveloped her and never went away. .

Jiaying couldn't see the situation on the battlefield in the distance. She didn't know that the thin golden flame was like a storm sweeping the battlefield. The armored, cold-faced body-modified human moved more and more quickly, and the tiny wounds were healing.

"Is that a dream, or reality?" Her throat felt like dry sandpaper.The smell of golden mead faded, dry reality poured in with ashes, and every speech seemed to be a kind of torture.But in her eyes, the burning flames of war seemed to be floating on the surface of warm water, and she sank to the bottom of the water to look at the flames above through the swaying water surface, and even the tragic wailing was just a dull and weak sound in her ears.Everything has nothing to do with her, only the brilliance in the emperor's eyes is deeply engraved in her memory, even though she can't keep that memory at all. "Is that a lie or the truth?"

"Is this important, Ms. Jiaying?" Amon was wearing a helmet, his facial expression was covered by a golden visor, and his ruby ​​eyes looked down on Jiaying, "The threats facing human beings are real, and we need to fight to the death to survive , you just need to know this."

"What about now?"

"The great enemy is approaching." Amon continued, "Fate decides that it will enter the final battlefield of the universe, and we will prove that destiny can only be created by human beings, and destiny is not unchangeable." If the person who said this sentence is Genetically modified fighters, they will certainly impose fanaticism in their language, but the Praetorian Guards don't care.They don't care about all the ideas of the emperor. Their role is to protect the emperor himself, all the decisions he makes, and the dangers that may endanger the emperor's personal safety. They have complete loyalty. One of the first class reasons. "You can choose, Ms. Jiaying."

"Who is talking to me?"

"I am the emperor's emissary, what I say is what the emperor says."

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