Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 1728 The Tradition of the Welcome Ceremony

Hammurabi took a deep breath.

In front of him, these supernatural creatures that violated the trend of biological evolution and had deformed limbs fell to the ground, and their extremely cold supernatural blood seeped into the desert. There was a huge crack on the surface of the indestructible golden alloy armor of the imperial guards. The solid armor, which was welded with blood and condensed frost and could not be penetrated by industrial laser miners, seemed extremely fragile under the battle axe of the extradimensional spiritual entity. Hammurabi raised his leg and pulled out the armored boots that were deeply stained with rough crimson gravel. The smelly blood and organic fragments from unknown parts slid down along the complex relief grooves on the surface of the power armor.

The dry air produced by the air filter still carried the temperature of this crimson desert. Although he used the recirculated air inside the armor, he could still smell the dusty smell of the hot and rough gravel, as well as the stench of those extradimensional creatures. He couldn't see where the stars were. This blood-red sky was full of light sources, and the optical theorem of the physical universe was unstable here. This did not prevent him from continuing to fight. He only needed to swing his weapon, and the enemy would hit him with a sharp blade.

This is something that is certain on a conceptual level, and even extra-dimensional entities cannot escape.

Hammurabi crossed his halberd and pointed the Guardian Spear covered with a decomposition field at several strange creatures that tried to retreat. These extradimensional creatures did not have life. Their existence itself was a mockery of life. They could not be killed completely. They were just the apostles, fragments and consciousness of the evil god. As long as the corresponding concepts still existed, they and their masters would not perish.

But now, he saw fear in their misshapen faces.

These extradimensional beings, these demons, developed a fear of his master.

This was not the first time he had fought against extradimensional creatures. After the Emperor took control of Kamar-Taj, the Praetorian Guard joined the secret mages in the war against extradimensional creatures. Every time a mission was completed, he remembered the curse issued when those extradimensional creatures were destroyed. They would never disappear, they would eventually return to the material universe, and they would be the eternal enemy of all intelligent life.

Hammurabi disdained their curses, but he knew that these creatures full of lies were telling the truth, especially such powerful extradimensional entities. Every word they said in the material plane would become a curse that mortals could not resist. According to the records of the Praetorian Order Library, only during the Fimbul Winter incident on the Apennine Peninsula did such a powerful extradimensional entity that could make psychic readings break through the highest value appear.

"This is my lord's domain!" The huge creature holding the skull axe roared, and a hurricane of rusty blood and the stench of burnt limbs swept over. Hammurabi dodged the axe that chopped into the crimson gravel, and the supernatural flames on the surface of the axe instantly melted the gravel into liquid. The monster pulled out the axe and swung it again. The tiny molten gravel condensed in the air and splashed on the surface of the imperial guards' armor, making a dense sound of glass breaking.

"Burn! Kill! Blood! The shadow of death and pain hangs over you!"

"I like to fight in the shadows." Hammurabi's voice remained calm. Standing on the back of the huge battle axe, the Guardian Spear in his hand deftly slashed across the monster's wrist joint, cutting off half of the palm. When the crimson monster gave up the battle axe and turned to chase him with its other claw, Hammurabi had already turned the Guardian Spear in the direction of the attack, and the tip of the blade fiercely hit the knee joint created by witchcraft.

Then came another blow, the spear tip piercing into the monster's waist muscle that was not covered by armor, and he pulled the trigger to shoot at close range. The bullet drilled into the huge body and exploded, and the smelly and bright red blood blasted out of the wound like a fountain. Hammurabi drew his weapon and immediately retreated without stopping. The next second, the monster, which had suffered enough damage to kill physical universe creatures, pounced on him, as if it had not suffered any damage before. The recovery power given to it by supernatural witchcraft allowed it to almost ignore the attacks of the imperial guards.

These were the strongest enemies he had ever encountered, and each of them was a general under the throne of their master.

In order to kill several other demons, more than 80% of the combat potions in the power armor were consumed, and there were only a few special bombs left. He had to make sure that the remaining bombs could be shot into the brains or hearts of these demons, otherwise it would mean a never-ending tough battle.

"My dear, why should we fight? Why don't you let us get out of this hot place and enjoy our comfortable life?"

On the other side, a distinctive voice sounded. The voice was not unbearable because of the size of the speaker. It seemed to slide gently on the slender and greasy limbs, making people relax their vigilance. Hammurabi stepped back to avoid it. A scimitar as thin as paper passed through the golden armor of the imperial guards. The complex and luxurious reliefs and perfectly polished rubies were flattened and cut by this extremely thin scimitar.

"My Lord's palace has the sweetest wine in the universe to quench your thirst. Do not be confused by the fierce killing, you can relax your fingers and enjoy the soft mattress in my Lord's palace. The most talented artists will sing for you, and every emotional note sung in their throats is the treasure of the universe."

"You can't pass here." The last voice said in a dull voice. It had no clever words, nor a bad temper. It just stood there, blocking Hammurabi's retreat, "You can't pass here."

At this time, the crimson monster flapped its huge demon wings and grabbed Hammurabi's arm holding the Spear of the Guard. The thin and slender scimitar drilled into the cracks in the armor as flexibly as a living thing, tearing the blood and flesh of the imperial guards.

The pain did not make Hammurabi give up his weapon. He quickly pulled out a pistol from his waist holster with his other hand and fired a deadly bomb at the crimson monster's head that exuded a foul smell of blood. The blessed bomb easily penetrated the indestructible bone plates as thick as tank armor and drilled into the monster's brain. At the same time, the scimitar also drilled into his body, cutting his blood vessels and internal organs. Hammurabi felt his strength disappearing, and the blood clots almost took his life. He could hear the weird snickering from the monster next to him.

The airtightness of the armor was broken, the air hissed out from the gap, and the gushing alchemical blood was blown into tiny bubbles. His vision was shrouded in a dark haze, the severe pain was moving away, and the coldness of death was calling it. Then the coldness moved away from him, and the black haze in his vision was dispelled by the blazing fire. The monster holding the scimitar screamed in fear, and Hammurabi smelled the smell of red-hot steel sticking to flesh and blood.

A warrior in black armor stood beside Hammurabi. He was wearing the armor of a genetically modified warrior, the surface of which was decorated with withered human bones, and the surface of the ceramic insulation buffer layer was burning with raging fire. The warrior burning with flames pulled the trigger and poured fire on the remaining two monsters. The dirty blood of the monster holding the scimitar splashed on the armor and was cleared away by the flames in the blink of an eye. The other monster holding the incense burner disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if it was afraid of these warriors.

Hammurabi recognized the warrior in front of him, the Spirit of Vengeance, a soul burning with the fire of justice. The King of Demons once tried to steal and imprison the power of the Spirit of Vengeance, but in the end he could only let the Spirit of Vengeance possess the bodies of soulless mortals, creating the so-called Ghost Rider, and using the nature of the Spirit of Vengeance to achieve his goals.

He felt the same power in the Spirit of Vengeance, but it was more extreme, extreme order and extreme fire of justice, as if the charred armor was burned by the bloodthirsty fire of vengeance. The Spirit of Vengeance lowered his head and looked at the imperial guards. Hammurabi felt an indescribable sense of familiarity in the sight behind the blood-red eyepiece. He was almost certain that the Spirit of Vengeance knew him.

Hammurabi used all his strength to squeeze out a sentence, "Who are you?"

The Spirit of Vengeance did not answer. It vanished into thin air, leaving nothing to prove that it had ever existed except for the smoldering sparks in the crimson desert. This did not help Hammurabi at all. He still felt the chill from the outer dimension seeping into his bones and muscles, almost freezing his mind. Even a body created by superb bioalchemy could not resist such injuries. With regret and remorse for not being able to complete the task, and shame for not being able to wait for the emperor to arrive, Hammurabi took a deep breath and prepared to enter a deep sleep where his body would automatically repair itself.

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The guests sitting in the living room of the manor remained silent, and no one wanted to speak first.

Bayonetta heard a violent engine noise approaching without any hindrance. The sisterhood and automatic defense system stationed in the manor did not respond. Then there was a loud noise of metal hitting rock. The manor door was unceremoniously knocked open. The white-haired witch in red leather rushed in, holding a scroll box reflecting bronze light. "I found a clue!" Jeanne shouted, "The genetic comparison has a result. The blood left on this scroll and the blood sample in Maya Hansen's laboratory are from the same person."

Wanda Maximoff pressed her chest and let out a long sigh.

"What are the results of the carbon-14 identification?" Bayonetta stood up and took the scroll box.

This seemingly simple scroll box is engraved with many symbols to maintain the integrity of the contents and prevent them from being eroded by time. This scroll comes from the Immortal City. When the archaeological team led by Laura Croft explored the secret room deep in the Immortal City, they found thousands of scrolls preserved in the same bronze scroll box. This is the oldest one in terms of artistic style and placement.

The oldest scroll boxes were almost considered fakes by other archaeologists because the Near Eastern art style appeared on bronze rather than pottery. But Bayonetta decided to trust Lara Croft's expertise and intuition. As Salomon told her, Lara Croft's fate was closely tied to his, and any anomalies she discovered had unknown reasons.

"6000 BC!" Jeanne said. She handed over the data pad, "Here is the translation of the scroll. The linguists and archaeologists we recruited translated it overnight. We can confirm that it is him."

Bayonetta saw that the scroll began with "I swear by my blood" and there was a drop of blood at the end of the scroll.

Archaeologists call this scroll the Blood Contract of the Euphrates or the Blood Contract of the Dragon. The parchment scroll tells the story of what happened after the King of Eridu, the predecessor of Sumerian civilization, led his army to expedition to Egypt. It also describes in poetic form how the King of Eridu, the god of storms and sky, the god of life and fresh water, and the king of gods fought against the dragon that swam from the sea to the mouth of the Euphrates River and caused a flood before leading his people to leave the city.

Archaeologists have doubts about the concept of dragons, but there is no more accurate evidence to prove that it is a monster or a natural phenomenon. As the royal power moved eastward, Eridu gradually lost its original status. The followers of the King of Eridu and some of the clans that remained on Earth continued the organization with this blood contract and called it the Holy Shield Brotherhood, which was scattered all over the world. There is evidence that the leaders of each generation of the Holy Shield Brotherhood have met the King of Eridu. Spanning thousands of years, wise men and warriors from different human civilizations signed this blood contract together, vowing to follow the footsteps of the original king to protect human civilization and fight against threats from the sky, the depths of the earth, and the hearts of humans.

The subsequent information still needs to wait for linguists to decipher the remaining scrolls.

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"The laboratory has expanded the comparison of all the genetic samples on the Holy Shield Brotherhood's blood pacts, intending to find the genetic lineage of the first generation of the Holy Shield Brotherhood and find those ancient families. But I don't have hope for this. Even if the descendants of these genetic samples are found, they may not have much information. But Maya Hansen found a piece of data in NASA's medical archives, which can confirm that Louise and Clark's captain Miller also became a member of the Holy Shield Brotherhood. This is the strongest evidence that he traveled through time with Captain Miller."

After Jeanne finished speaking, she took the whiskey handed to her by Wanda Maximoff and drank it all, "Where are Athena and Victor von Doom?"

"Victor von Doom must maintain the country he founded. He cannot let anyone know that the emperor is missing. Losing him is equivalent to losing the ability to launch long-range nuclear strikes - fortunately, mortals believe that his ability is limited to this - if the news leaks, Victor von Doom intends to take over Kamar-Taj and stop the rotation of the earth for a day as a deterrent." Bayonetta's expression was cold. She strongly disagreed with interfering in the secular world by establishing a country, but Salomon had made a choice, and as an Italian woman, she had to embark on this path together. When the head of the family was unable to make a decision, she, as the mother, had to take up arms and fight against all those who coveted the family.

"Athena has left. She refused to say anything. I suspect she already knew about this."

"Where's Rosa?" asked Joan of Arc.

"She went to the ancestral land of the Shadow Witches, intending to dig out the earliest historical archives of the witches. She was once a candidate for the clan leader, and many secrets that we don't know are open to her. She believes that the witches may be related to our dear big boy. Such an outstanding man must be the hunting target of the Shadow Witch in every era." Bayonetta said, "She brought Laura Croft, Milia's tutor. I believe in his opinion of Laura. Countless coincidences show that she will definitely find something related to him. This is simply fate."

"Why don't we ask Athena to tell us the truth." Wanda Maximoff stared out the window, "She is the only one who has experienced that era personally. Apart from the library in Kamar-Taj, she is the only one who knows all the truth."

"If she won't tell us, then that proves that she doesn't think we should know all the information at once." Bayonetta put down the tablet. "I suspect Athena is in touch with him. Yes, that's right. I suspect they have slept together."

Wanda's face immediately turned red. She had been feeling uneasy since she knew Bayonetta knew about this. The black-haired witch glanced at her unhappily, "He promised me a long time ago that I am the only one who has the final say on this matter. His attitude towards you is different, so I allow you to join this family."

"It is said that Athena is his adoptive mother and mentor." Wanda said with her head down.

"Athena is a rival. No one can satisfy her greed. Even the Supreme Sorcerer is wary of her. She regards Salomon as her warrior and wants him to achieve her goal. No one knows what consequences this will cause. The Olympian pantheon is deeply bound to the Eternals. Now no one knows how many Eternals are still alive in the world. Now we need to continue looking for the historical relics he left behind. If he survived to this day, it is impossible for him not to contact us. He must have encountered trouble."

"The fact that we didn't find him in Tita Vontis's bed is telling enough," Jeanne said with disdain. "If he were still on Earth, this would definitely happen."

Wanda quietly defended, "He's not that bad."

"It's because of us that he didn't become a real playboy." Bayonetta said, "I hope this time travel can make him mature a little, although I don't have any hope for this. The only thing that is certain is that he will have many spouses over a long period of time, because he is now completely out of supervision, and the commander of the guards Constantine will not question any of his decisions."

"How about a .50 caliber?" Jeanne said.

"I think the .75 caliber is better. There are many weapons prepared for the sisterhood in the manor's armory."

"What are you talking about?" Wanda raised her head curiously and asked, "Do you know who the enemy is?"

"No, we are just preparing for the welcoming ceremony," Jeanne said. "It's tradition."