Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 1716 The Seventh Throne

"The avatar of this planet has spoken to me, and I know what the Seventh Throne is. At this time I should be commanding the army to attack the Kree, so tell me some information that will save my time."

The emperor had little respect for the dry, messy black hair and beard of the old shaman, but among all the people present - to be precise, except for the emperor, there was no creature in the cave that could be called a human being in the true sense - no one would care about the emperor's attitude towards Agamotto. As Agamotto himself said, he even forgot when he last took a bath. In this case, he did not expect the "woman with perfume on her skin" (specifically Inanna) and her partner to have any respect for him.

In the end, Inanna was not as rude as the emperor.

She had always been very cautious, whether facing the Supreme Sorcerer or Agamotto, because she knew that the following conversation might touch upon some secrets that the Emperor did not want to know. But the Emperor had the answer himself - the Seventh Throne was not a special secret to him. His well-trained brain and long-accumulated knowledge allowed him to have a vague reasoning result about his birth before he got the answer, and the information provided by Agamotto did not exceed his predictions.

"There is no concept of time behind the curtain. The master of the Seventh Throne both exists and does not exist." Agamotto sat on the ground. This old guy used to be quite handsome, at least half a million years ago. Now he is just an old shaman in tattered robes, who doesn't care about the smell on his body. He said to Inanna in a tone of teaching an apprentice, "You can imagine that there are several chairs lined up on the stage of a theater. Some of the chairs already have their own owners sitting on them, and some of the chairs only have names written on them. The owners of the first few chairs caused harm to the universe when they were born. Oshutu and Hogoth have experienced this more than once in billions of years, but if a sacrifice is used to summon the owner of one of the chairs that has not yet appeared, what will happen to the universe?"

"Nothing will happen on a cosmic scale," the emperor whispered, "only a nameplate and an empty space."

“The correct answer!”

Agamotto suddenly raised his voice. "The stage full of chairs is the black box containing Schrödinger's cat. The owner of the chair is in a quantum superposition state. Unlike the existing owner of the throne, the owner of the seventh throne is both existing and non-existent. Sacrifice and summoning are just an action, opening the box and taking a glance at the cat that is uncertain whether it is alive or dead. To me, the person who came up with this theory is a genius. He has touched the essence of the outer dimension. I visited him in my dream of the future and learned how to describe this phenomenon in the language of humans in the material universe, although it is not so accurate."

The Supreme Sorcerer looked at his student with a worried look. The Emperor nodded to his teacher, indicating that he was very stable. Agamotto raised his dirty arms and waved his palms in the air. "This is a very sophisticated magic. This ritual determines the owner of the chair." The Supreme Sorcerer said, "Until the real owner of the chair arrives, the figure on the chair will never appear. The owners of other thrones have only two choices, either awaken the owner of the seventh throne, or let the throne remain idle forever."

"Why are you the only one who can think of this idea?" Inanna frowned. "I believe other civilizations must have similar ideas. Why haven't they realized them?"

"Because Earth is special, because those civilizations don't have me, and because the first advent was real. Earth's ecosystem has been polluted by the blood of the gods. Humans are the only intelligent species in Earth's ecosystem. There are very few naturally evolved intelligent creatures in this universe that have more powerful potential than humans, even those living in the Soul Sea. Perhaps the race that created the Rainbow Bridge can do it, but they also indirectly caused the chaos in the Soul Sea and have no chance to practice this method."

Agamotto hesitated and turned to look at the emperor.

"In the past, there must have been civilizations that tried to offer sacrifices to the Seventh Throne, but He did not respond. There is no concept of time in the outer dimension, and the Seventh Throne must exist, otherwise my plan would not have succeeded. Then there is an even worse possibility, that is, the Seventh Throne took the initiative to accept the call, and this is the path He chose for himself."

"I don't like this answer," the emperor said sternly. "It smacks of fatalism."

"The truth is not based on your preferences, my dear product."

Before the birth of Agamotto, when dinosaurs still ruled the planet, Oshutu had already traveled in the universe. Oshutu has witnessed the rise and fall of many highly developed civilizations. Sometimes, just a piece of information related to the outer dimension can cause a highly ordered society to collapse within a revolution, organic flesh to grow on rocks and metals, and the limbs of intelligent creatures that have evolved for millions of years to become deformed in an instant. All beautiful ideals and visions are twisted into terrifying and absurd ideas without reason or logic.

Agamotto did his best to pass on the information dictated by Oshutu. In the future, the Kamar-Taj Library will still keep some records buried deep in the layers of rocks and magic barriers, forever alerting the Kamar-Taj secret masters to the existence of the eternal enemy. But this is not enough. The Supreme Mage lowered her head and sighed - she was so gentle that for more than a thousand years, people kept forgetting the real threat and even tried to contact deep psychic energy - in the future she saw, Kasilios should be the one who contacted the black magic. If Kasilios could wake up, he could control this power like her. But the emperor did not allow it, he thought it was enough for him to do it himself.

Mortals are good at forgetting, but he will always remember.

He would rub salt into the wound to remind himself of the dangers of the outer dimensions. It was difficult for mortals to accept this kind of pain from the soul.

Inanna's eyes widened, not missing any of Agamotto's descriptions. She had learned a lot from the emperor. She knew the impact of the first coming on the Earth's ecosphere and the psychic potential of the human species, but she didn't know what would happen when the outer dimension devoured a planet, nor did she know that the outer dimension corruption was so secretive and so undetectable. Any seemingly ordinary thought was full of venom. Sometimes it was a sound, sometimes it was a gesture, and sometimes even a breath of fresh air would be a lie that led to corruption. When civilization comes to an end, reality will lose its logic, and the rationality of intelligent creatures to understand the universe will lose its meaning. The result can happen before the cause. The most absurd and bizarre fantasies in the universe will jump out of the illusory dimension and then completely change reality.

They can resist countless times, but if they fail once, the outer dimension will win the final victory. They are damp and cold venomous snakes in dark caves, and the sharp whispers of sand floating in the hot air. They are as numerous as mites, densely clinging to the thoughts of all civilizations, chewing the crazy energy metabolized by the indulgent and lustful souls.

Agamotto kept talking. He was in a hurry, as if the air was squeezing his soul, as if something was chasing him, and he could not wait to squeeze out all the warnings. The emperor summoned three soft armchairs and several oil lamps to the cave, and the uneven ground did not make the chairs sway. He invited the Supreme Master and Inanna to sit in one chair, and sat in another chair himself. As for Agamotto, the old shaman seemed to be quite comfortable on the cool floor, and although he repeatedly signaled with his eyes to the emperor, the emperor did not think he needed any additional help.

"You have the power to control the stars, but you use this power to create chairs, cushions and hot tea?" Agamotto recognized the spells of the future Kamar-Taj system at a glance. The air was filled with static electricity, frost and the smell of ozone. He was sure that he also saw a hot clay pot behind the seat, which exuded the smell of heated grease and sugar - he couldn't blame anything, after all, it was afternoon tea time - he didn't have afternoon tea time, there was only gravel and ice and snow here, and the caracals at the foot of the mountain were too thin and too alert. They were neither delicious nor easy to catch. "I can't imagine what the future secret masters will do with this power. I'm sure I won't like this answer."

"The people who invented the ARPANET couldn't have imagined what was on the Internet." The Emperor shrugged. "But there is one thing I quite agree with, which is the abuse of psychic power. But I am an exception, am I not?"

“So, you’ve determined who the chair belongs to,” Inanna asked.

Although the cold wind outside the cave could not invade again, the temperature here was still very low. Inanna, who had always lived in a warm area, hated this environment very much. Inanna took the hot tea and the sliced ​​honey sausage on the small plate, and the emperor wrapped her tightly in the lion skin. This was the product of the slaughtered livestock raised in the temple. She used to move weak piglets into the room just to keep them alive, and shed tears for the dead livestock cubs. Now she can taste the delicious sausage with a calm face and give a good evaluation ("This year's sausage is better than last year's, it must be because the honey harvest is better, and the priests are willing to use more honey!").

"Will this work? I mean, will this work against the occupants of the other chairs?"

"Of course not! To the material universe, this is just a cat, not the master of the throne. A cat is powerful, but I can't turn a cat into a lion and let the lion go through to fight the wolf behind the curtain. In the material universe, a cat will always be a cat, and it can only grow into a lion behind the curtain. Fortunately, the wolf behind the curtain cannot completely pass through reality to come to us. To fight a Chihuahua, a cat is enough. For safety reasons, I gave him this."

Agamotto pointed to the three rings on the Emperor's hand.

"The essence of this thing is the three true names of Vishanti, something that can truly make Vishanti surrender. Although they caused a lot of trouble to the material plane before finding you, it also provided you with a lot of help, didn't it? These three rings are wandering around the earth, looking for a suitable master - I just made a plan, and Vishanti behind the curtain will tell me at any time in this material universe that the plan has been successful, and the nameplate of the Seventh Throne has arrived in the material universe, so I will start to act - but this is not the real purpose of these three rings. The cat came to the material universe, and in order to make it strong, it must be fed, just like the material universe feeds the masters of all the thrones on that stage."

"You want me to eat it. Or, eat Vishanti?" The emperor's face was also not looking good.

This is certainly not because of the relationship between Vishanti, Agamotto and Kamar-Taj, but because he suspected that Agamotto had guessed part of his plan. Although he had obtained the three Tianyuan Rings a long time ago, he never really trusted Vishanti, and the Supreme Sorcerer also knew that part of his plan was to fight against Vishanti. Now that this idea was revealed in front of Agamotto, he felt very uncomfortable. This was not because of shame, but because he felt that his secrets were violated.

"Oshutu and Hogos must not know your plan, so you created this thing."

"Yes, they really don't know, because only I have a human body, not pure energy. In order to make Vishanti a nutrient, I must cast Vishanti's real name into a gem. This is also the result you want, isn't it? I know what kind of person you are. You can trust me, but not Vishanti." Agamotto turned to the Supreme Sorcerer and said, "You taught him well. He is very smart and cautious. This is not his talent, but a character that is more important than wisdom. It is the result of education. I am very happy that you will be in charge of Kamar-Taj in the future."

The Sorcerer Supreme smiled, not revealing much emotion.

Very few of the Supreme Sorcerers of Kamar-Taj were born as real mortals. She was the Supreme Sorcerer who was closest to mortals, with the same lifespan as ordinary humans. She lived for nearly 1,500 years by drawing on the power of deep spiritual energy. If it weren't for the emperor's personal action and to completely get rid of the shackles of Vishanti, the Supreme Sorcerer would never accept limited corruption. Even so, she still maintained a certain self-awareness. Her willpower was the strongest among all the Supreme Sorcerers, and it was not too much to accept any praise.

"My, Oshtu's and Hogoth's plans to fight against the masters of the thrones behind the veil have failed, just like Asgard tried to use the human race catalyzed by psychic energy to fight against them. We all have our own plans. Vishanti is a symbol of failure. Vishanti has no humanity and does not care about the survival of the human race. Fortunately, Vishanti cannot interfere with the material universe, nor can he stop what we are going to do. Perhaps you want to ask why I made this choice. I must tell you that only by becoming Vishanti can you retain your power and avoid a complete defeat like Ragnarok, where your soul becomes a meal behind the veil and you lose the ability to start a war again forever. And-"

Agamotto took a deep breath, "——Moreover, only the Seventh Throne who participated in the Eternal Game is qualified to possess the power of the gods to fight against them. But that is the throne, not you. You are just a nameplate with a name on it, a cat who came to the material plane, not a cat whose life or death has been determined in the black box. In order to maintain your essence in the material plane, to ensure that your plan in the material plane can be realized, you need Vishanti. Don't hesitate any longer - those big bugs you captured were once an intelligent race, but now they have degenerated into slaves of the outer dimensions and have lived in the outer dimensions for a long time. The invasion of the outer dimensions is more serious than you can imagine, and the talents hidden in the human race are now brewing a disaster. I have contacted shamans from all over the world and found that the invasion of the outer dimensions is not an isolated case. They have set their sights on this planet, and we don't have much time."

"How much time do we have?"

"The eternal game between them has occupied most of their energy, but my plan will definitely attract their attention." Agamotto sighed, "We have less than ten thousand years."