Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 1715 The True God

Even a student in Eridu who had only received basic education could calculate the daily cost of this army. Even in the feudal era of Europe, this was still a figure that shocked many "dukes" and even "kings". In this era of low productivity, no one except a centralized monarch like the emperor could afford this expense.

Just for the livestock used for transportation, two thousand soldiers armed with lever-action rifles needed more than three thousand war horses. In order to ensure that the food and supplies could be delivered to the stations along the way on time - the emperor set up a marching station every three hundred to four hundred kilometers, responsible for supplying the army and transporting goods - the food transport team that set out ahead of the army brought more than four thousand horses and cattle, and built more than two thousand vehicles to travel between the Mesopotamian Plain and the Sinai Peninsula.

The emperor mobilized more than 10,000 people for this war, many of whom had received basic education in Eridu. Some of these people were children bought by the emperor from various villages more than 20 years ago, and their descendants. They were the pillars supporting the entire Eridu power radiation range. The withdrawal of these people would cause the entire administrative system and production system of Eridu to fall into a dilemma of manpower shortage. Not only that, the temple took out the profits from the establishment of traveling merchants and exploration teams in the past 20 years, and even the wine sealed in pottery jars and clay in the temple was only one-tenth left. This ruby-colored sweet liquid, which was more valuable than gold, was sold to various landowners in the Mesopotamian Plain and Egypt in exchange for gold that could buy food and copper mines.

Although he was not responsible for leading the troops in battle, Captain Miller still felt that the responsibility he shouldered was very heavy.

Elidu was no longer able to launch a second expedition.

"Master Miller, you are finally here. There are some new situations in Egypt that you need to know."

This is the closest station to Egypt, and also the most dangerous. Although it is nominally a stone-built, staked-out trading station responsible for purchasing food produced in Egypt, which is now just a Neolithic village association, no matter how well the cover is done, the aliens who manipulate mutant slaves still noticed this place. Fortunately, perhaps because of arrogance, thinking that the human race cannot hinder the work of creating biological slaves, this place has not suffered any real attack.

The young man with messy black curly hair was holding the reins, his face full of excitement.

Captain Miller knew him, as he was also one of his students. He clearly remembered that his shooting performance was the best among all the students in that class, as he was able to smash five pottery jars ten meters away in three seconds with a revolver, setting a school shooting record. Therefore, his name was engraved on a clay tablet and stored in the school's exhibition room.

"Apagne, where is Moore?" Captain Miller jumped off his horse and handed the reins to the young man. Behind him, the two thousand soldiers had already skillfully built tents, received the food and wood stored at the site, and prepared to make lunch and defense facilities. "He wrote to me two months ago and told me that he would wait for me here."

"Dead. When I met with the informant about a month ago, the alien bastard's slaves attacked him and hung his charred remains on a tree - may his soul return to the throne - now I am the person in charge here, and everyone with a higher rank than me is dead." Apagne said loudly, "But I assure you that the warehouse has not suffered any damage, and the slaves' several attempts have been thwarted by us. More importantly, our spies have observed the alien headhunters. In addition, we have also captured a slave belonging to the alien headhunter, who is now imprisoned in the dungeon and plans to send him to the temple when the next cargo is delivered. Are you interested in participating in the interrogation?"

"What did you find out? Was the informant exposed?"

"Informants are still safe. Not everyone is willing to submit to those alien bastards. Hunters in many villages have cooperated with us, and the alien bastards can't find informants at all. Our bid is very high, but we have too few people. We can't monitor all the alien bastards' spaceships by ourselves." Apage winked at Captain Miller, as if he was choked by something that was difficult to say. "As for the slaves we captured, it's still the same as before. We can't ask anything, Master. I heard that the temple sent wizards, and the wizards must know something we don't know. Maybe you have some different ideas, Master."

Captain Miller glanced at him, then looked at the holy copper ring on Apagne's hand, and knew the source of the latter's information. The confidentiality level of the intelligence system is extremely strict. Captain Miller did not dare to guarantee that he could know all the secrets in his position. A temporary site manager like Apagne knew even less, and did not even know the type of aliens. Only high-level members of the Shield Council like him could know the location of the Kree's home planet.

As for those peddlers who had no access to the intelligence system, they only thought that the so-called "Blue Angel" was a demon. Captain Miller had to admit that the emperor's argument that "needing the truth does not mean accepting the truth" did make some sense. Humans of this era could not accept the fact that there were intelligent life on other planets. At least before humans gained the rationality and power to fight against the cruel truth, spreading the truth widely would only cause trouble. It would be better to use the excuse of religious holy war to mobilize the power of Eridu.

"I assure you, Apagene. I know nothing about that either."

Captain Miller didn't know much about the biochemical slaves created by the Kree, because the appearance of those slaves was as bizarre as their abilities. Generally speaking, the more serious the deformity, the stronger the ability, but this was just a mark for frontline soldiers and spies to simply judge the enemy's ability. Some slaves still retained human appearance, but their abilities were equally powerful, so informants who were responsible for posing as traveling merchants to conduct espionage were often in danger. The cost of capturing a slave intact was huge. A few captured slaves had to be sent to the temple for research after interrogation. No more than fifty slaves could be sent to the temple alive in twenty years.

"No matter what, I have to fill my stomach first. And there are orders from the temple. Now that Moore is dead, you are the person in charge. The report has been sent to the temple."

After a simple handover, Captain Miller followed Apagne into the stone brick house, then moved the box and went into the basement. The stone brick house, which had only a narrow window and a rough wooden table, could barely let the sun and wind into the room, and the basement below had to rely on an animal fat candle for lighting. Dry clay tablets and rolled papyrus were neatly arranged on the cabinets here. These were the administrative records and intelligence summaries of this site. Captain Miller took out a roll of parchment from his backpack. Seeing the parchment, Apagne immediately threw away his cynical expression. Only the administrative system of the temple could use parchment, which meant that the order might come from the emperor, the Guardian Order, or the Holy Shield Council.

"Under the witness of the Holy Shield Council, this order is handed over to the highest person in charge of the Egyptian site. Since Moore has died, you are the highest person in charge, Apagne." Captain Miller said, "Take out your roller seal. I need to write a receipt report. You know, even I can't violate the procedures of the temple."

Apage took out two roller stamps from the cabinet, one representing the site and one representing himself. The report also needed Captain Miller's roller stamp to be legal.

"Your Majesty, when do you plan to launch the attack? The scouts said nothing, and we don't know whether we should do anything. I know I don't have the authority, but I just want to ask. The atmosphere here is getting worse and worse, the attacks are getting more frequent, and the information our traveling merchants can collect is getting less and less. Who knows when those alien bastards will plan to attack here, and our trenches and stakes can't stop them."

As a sharpshooter, Apage had participated in several raids and he knew clearly that it was difficult to pose a threat to the blue-skinned aliens with only the revolver in his hand.

"All I can tell you is that we won't be here long. You just have to do your job well."

"It is said that the emperor will come." Apagne lowered his voice, "Is this true?"

The news that the emperor had arrived at the front was leaked deliberately in order to reassure people.

People like Apagne who were assigned to the front line of the intelligence war were well aware of the abilities of the alien slaves. The firearms issued by the temple to the army could play a big role in fighting against humans, but they were not so effective against alien slaves and aliens with special abilities. Even though they had received basic education and the temple had asked students to demystify the emperor himself, everyone knew how powerful the emperor was.

As long as the emperor comes here, victory will belong to them.

This unshakable trust is what enables frontline intelligence personnel to continue their work.

Captain Miller used to wonder why the Eridans had such unshakable loyalty to the emperor, but after so many years away from his work in Eridu, he finally understood the source of the Eridans' loyalty - when other civilizations were still eating raw meat and drinking blood, and cutting animal skins with rough smelted copper ore, the Eridans were already wearing well-tailored decent clothes, sitting at the table and enjoying cooked meals with tableware - all Eridans knew that if there was no emperor, they would be no different from those who still lived in reed and mud brick houses and used stone tools. At least twenty years ago, the Eridans were no different from other civilizations, and only the richest residents could eat food made from animal fats.

This pride in civilization is the source of loyalty.

But the Emperor's purpose has always been utilitarian, and the existence of Eridu may only be a tool to fight the Kree. Captain Miller didn't know what attitude the Emperor would take towards Eridu after the war against alien civilization ended. After all, there was very little information about Eridu in all future archaeological work. Does this mean that the Emperor will abandon the city? But it's useless to say anything now. Captain Miller is sure that if he raises doubts here, Apagne will point a gun at his head, completely disregarding his former professor status and current status as a member of the Council.

"It's true. The emperor will come here."

Apagane smiled when he got the answer. He opened the wax seal of the parchment scroll and quickly read the words written on it. "An order from the Order of the Guard. The emperor will arrive in a month, and we need to be prepared in advance." Apagane said after looking at the contents on the parchment. "This is really good news. But how will the emperor get here, Master? It's half a year away from Eridu. Is he going to ride the legendary flaming chariot?"

"You know that's not some flaming carriage."

"Of course we know, but others don't, including the Egyptians. They even need help smelting copper ore. Besides, a flaming chariot sounds better than a transport plane, doesn't it?" Apagne stamped his seal and the station's seal on the parchment with satisfaction. "There is also a can of wine on the station's next supply list. I am willing to share this fine wine with you, Master."

"As far as I know, most of the wine in the temple is now sold to nearby landowners." Captain Miller smiled and put away the parchment. "When you receive the pottery jar, you'd better check to see if there is a temple seal on the seal. I believe you know what wine made from wild grapes tastes like."

Apagne stuck out his tongue.

"That was just an absurd thing from school days. There's no need to remember it for so long, Master Miller. I just stole a bottle of wine from your cabinet." ————————————

"It's almost time, Inanna."

"hold on!"

Salomon stood at the door of the room and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

The commander of the guards Constantine looked at his master in surprise. The emperor rarely showed emotional behavior, but now when facing Inanna, he had an expression as if he was with the witch. The commander of the guards didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. However, this was the emperor's private matter. Although the guards had the right to make suggestions, every guard thought it was unnecessary to express any opinions on this.

"We are going to be late," the Emperor warned. "No one can be late when facing Agamotto."

"We are going through the portal instead of the carriage, aren't we?" Inanna came out of the room. "Agamotor is a man who needs to be taken seriously. He is much more powerful than the gods of the wild."

"I believe Agamotto won't care about this. This is his last time to travel the universe in his physical body, and I need to discuss the next work with him. This is very important, and if you are interested, you will know a lot of secrets."

"That's why I need delicate eye makeup. Look, is there any difference?"

Inanna wore an exquisite dress that the emperor had ordered professional weavers to sew for her, and she also wore all the jewelry that could be used as ritual objects. She looked like a statue wrapped in gold and gems. The clothing style of this era would continue into the Roman period. The para skirt that Inanna wore was the most standard noblewoman's dress. The emperor had no doubt that when she walked into the sunlight, she would turn into a ball of light that sparkled with fire and reflected many beams of light. If it weren't for the lion-skin cloak, she would harm the retinas of many innocent residents of Eridu.

"Your eye makeup is a little different from last time. Do you want me to measure it with a laser ruler?"

"How thoughtful, dear." Inanna put her hands on her hips unhappily, "Why are you still wearing this robe? I'm not saying your robe is not good enough, but you should wear your armor and bring your weapons to show your power of war. We are facing a real ancient god, who knows if he will kill us!"

"I believe Agamotto won't care about my attire." Seeing Inanna still showing off her jewelry and weapons in front of him, the emperor could only sigh, "I am the only one in the world who can talk to him about the problems the world will face. I believe he won't want to kill us. In fact, I am absolutely sure of this."

The emperor rubbed the sky blue gem ring on his finger.

This Tianyuan ring represents Agamotto.

It was not an easy task to ask Inanna to put on clothes. It took the emperor at least 20 years to do so. Before that, due to the hot and humid climate and the undeveloped moral concepts, the clothing of Eridu women was quite loose. In many poorer villages, women chose to expose their upper bodies. Inanna, who was incarnated in the Mesopotamian plain, accepted the same concept. If it were not for the emperor's special request more than 20 years ago, she would only choose to wear a linen skirt and a lion skin cloak when she received Eridu women and female priests every week.

With the improvement of productivity and the expansion of trade routes, Inanna now has more styles of clothing to choose from, but in her mind, exposing the body is still an extremely sacred thing. When she is about to face the oldest shaman of the human species, she thinks it is as sacred as a holy marriage. Every night, when she asks for a holy marriage with the emperor to bless the prosperity of the earth, she will ensure that she has nothing but gold jewelry on her body. For humans in the early days of civilization, reproduction is not for satisfying lust but for increasing population, and the moral concepts of later humans are not applicable at this time.

She represents fertility and reproduction; indulgence is her nature and a praiseworthy virtue.

At least four thousand years later, with the combined effects of the development of human civilization, the decline of the gods of the wilderness, and the evolution of human needs for religion, the royal power that requires a flawless human system that overlooks all human weaknesses and has no moral flaws can reject the original theocracy represented by Inanna. The emperor never told Inanna about these future changes because it had nothing to do with the creatures they were about to face.

Agamotto.

This name has evolved into a title, and even the most manic souls will become cautious and careful when pronouncing these syllables. To the gods of the wilderness, Agamotto's power and immortal soul are more like a god than a human. Although Agamotto has repeatedly claimed that he is a human, many gods of the wilderness regard Agamotto as one of their own. Just as Inanna looks at the emperor, Inanna is no exception. In her eyes, the emperor is one of the gods of the wilderness, and so is Agamotto. In a sense, Inanna is right - Agamotto is still a spirit created by Oshutu, the first ancient god born from the planet, and Hogs, who is also an ancient god from another planet. This spirit was incarnated in a human body on Earth millions of years ago and incarnated with the name of Agamotto - having a human body does not mean becoming a human, this is the idea that Inanna keeps repeating to the emperor, although the emperor believes that the choice from the heart can better define the identity of a human than the human body, and he believes that Agamotto has the same idea.

Now Agamotto is dying.

His soul is immortal, but his body cannot bear this immortal power.

"This is our second time, physically, face to face."

In front of the emperor, the old shaman, who was emaciated and wearing a tattered crimson robe, was sitting cross-legged on the ground. The dust on his body almost made him blend into the cave on the cold mountain. There were not many signs of life in this cave. The white snow pouring in from the cave entrance buried the utensils that looked like pottery pots on the ground without hesitation. The temperature here was very low, much lower than when the future emperor lived here. Except for water bears, no natural creatures could survive here. Living in the humid and warm Mesopotamian plains, Inanna obviously didn't know how to keep her body temperature in such an environment. She could only wrap her lion skin cloak tightly and let the cold wind pouring into the cave blow the gold lapis lazuli necklace on her neck jingling.

"When that idiot Odin planned to leave the planet with humans driven by psionics, I knew who you were, child. I am glad to see that my plan can succeed, at least much better than that stupid son of Bauer. Tell me how they turned out."

"It is facing destruction. There is no doubt that Bauer and Odin's attempt to fight against the outer dimension has failed. Asgard cannot escape its predetermined fate. Ragnarok is just a feast for the outer dimension to harvest souls."

The emperor did not answer. The one who actually spoke was a thin ghost in the cave.

"Teacher." The emperor lowered his head and said with a smile, "I didn't expect to see you here."

"You will solve the biggest mystery here." The Supreme Sorcerer stood beside Agamotto. "Agamotto will tell you the secrets that this planet is unwilling to tell you."

"If I remember correctly, I am the Sorcerer Supreme of this era."

"The one in front of you is my student. I raised him, watched him learn to walk and read, watched him put on armor, picked up weapons, and used swords and wisdom to fight against our eternal enemies. So in front of him, I am the Supreme Sorcerer." Gu Yi smiled and said bluntly, "As far as I know, he is not your original plan. The original plan of you, Oshutu and Hoggs failed, and you will become Vishanti. You do not have the ability to stop the outer dimension from encroaching on the material plane. Abandoning your physical body and supporting him with all your strength is your only choice. He already knew his mission, and you must explain to him how this planet gave birth to him. Only in this way can you ensure that your plan is on the right track."

Agamotto was not angry at Ancient One's rudeness. After all, becoming Vishanti was the inevitable outcome.

"Are you sure you want to share this secret with your spouse?" He looked at the emperor. "This secret is only known to the future Vishanti, the successive Supreme Sorcerers, and the consciousness of this planet. This is the greatest gamble in the universe. The stakes are all the souls in this universe and every microscopic particle in this material plane. If the plan fails, then nothing will be left in this universe."

"I brought her here." The emperor reached out his hand and pulled Inanna to him. The Queen of Heaven, the goddess of sex and war, trembled with excitement. "My soul and hers will be bound together by fate. My plan cannot be separated from her."

"I can guess what your wish for saving the world is, child." Agamotto stood up from the ground with difficulty. The cold little stone tightly grasped in his palm brought him rough scars from countless scratches and healed ones. "I want to correct some of your concepts and the misunderstandings that your teacher has always had. This planet is not your real mother - the word "nurture" is not quite accurate. This planet is just providing you with nutrition. This stone in my hand, one of the atoms in it will become part of your flesh and blood in tens of millions of years - the things you once thought constituted your soul, the knowledge you were born with, are not part of you. They only constitute the nourishment of the soul, a sacrifice, and knowledge is just a by-product."

"Sacrifice?" The emperor had a feeling he wouldn't like the answer.

"Sacrifices are only offered to gods. The real gods are not the ancient gods born from this planet, nor the gods of the wilderness derived from the corpses of nature spirits. I believe that the evil spirit from the abyss repeated a word to you, the Seventh Throne. That is your throne, so how did you get pulled down from the throne, Salomon?" Agamotto said with a smile, "I am about to die. How do you think I can eliminate one of the enemies that this universe will face forever before I abandon my flesh?"