Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 537 Essence?Humanity? (Second more)

"I don't want to go to Karma Taj!"

Salomon sent Merlin to the assault transport ship with a gloomy face.He will personally be responsible for transporting the troublemaker until the Venerable sees Merlin. "Don't bark." He didn't treat Merlin with the polite attitude towards elders at all, a glass of fruit juice was beyond what Merlin should have been treated, "Otherwise I called Balthazar."

Merlin suddenly became depressed.His disciple had withstood his more than 1000 years of mischief, which made him a little afraid to face Balthazar. "Isn't he doing well now?" Merlin, who was getting younger and younger, muttered softly, "He has a wife now, and I..."

"I'm sure he'd be happy to beat you up, Master Merlin."

"Please, don't let me go to Karma Taj!" Merlin didn't have the demeanor that an elder should have. Lying on the ground waving hands and feet. "I can help you train spellcasters!" he yelled. "One! No, two! Two top spellcasters!"

"Then you took me to En-Galai, right?" Salomon knew that he couldn't believe Merlin's nonsense with the words of the Supreme Mage. "You tell me how to meet the Mother Earth first." The mystic said, "I know that there is a shortage of manpower to guard the seal of Sithorn in En-Gala, but I think I can solve this problem. Not now, but in the future .”

"I don't know!" Merlin seemed really planning to lie down and roll.But under Salomon's stern gaze, he ultimately did not do so. "The floor is too cold, it's all made of iron." He coughed twice, straightened his clothes and sat next to Salomon, "The Mother Earth knows about your latest achievements, and I have already reported them to her...don't be surprised, I The best thing is prophecy. Don't you remember what I told Vortigern about the red dragon's prophecy?"

Taking advantage of Salomon's inattention, Merlin put his palm on his forehead.

"prophecy!"

Salomon opened his eyes with difficulty, and he found himself lying on the exquisite marble floor tiles, and the blood-red sunset shone in from the circular window in front.This place may be a religious place, with long banners hanging on both sides, and Salomon can vaguely discern crosses, lilies, skulls and eagles.Several ropes dangled from the wooden beams, and at the end of each rope hung a dark figure, and blood dripped down the corpse's feet to the ground.Tick ​​tock.Before he could recover, the scene in front of his eyes changed again—he saw a woman kneeling and weeping in front of several mounds of earth, on which a cross made of wood was inserted, illuminated by the pale winter sun. Tombs and distant fires blazing.He walked forward unconsciously, his nostrils were filled with the stench of scorched flesh, he saw flames pouring down the river, whether it was the clouds or the creek, the fire spread, and even the moisture in the rocks was destroyed Evaporation, countless people crying, flames came out of mouths and eyes; and then he saw night falling—it was not a peaceful summer night, nor a harsh winter night, but a silent night.There are no stars, uneasiness rolls in the air, pale and coquettish flowers bloom in silence, and will-o'-the-wisps light up at his feet.

Startled, he quickly took a step to the side.He found himself clad in a robe that fell to his feet, with a gold belt around his breast.

The night came alive, and more and more will-o'-the-wisps lit up.He saw boulders scattered in the open field not far away, and the violently broken branches were scattered there, as if there had been a storm here, or a giant had vented his anger imprisoned for thousands of years here.The lightning and thunder were far away, and the horn sounded, and he looked at the shadowy figure in the distance in panic.Those figures gathered more and more, swarming towards him like a tide.

These are dead people.From the cruel tyrants of ancient times to the prostitutes of the court, from the Viking kings in armor to the turbaned sultans of the East, from the nobles with curly hair to the lowly dung pickers, the dead are walking beside him Pass.They were saying something, but Salomon couldn't hear it.They opened their shriveled mouths and pushed the people in front like gravel. The vulgar desires that once filled their eyes were full of dullness and stiffness, their cheekbones were high and their faces were sickly.The once gorgeous clothes became tattered, and the ragged clothes were hanging casually on the body, the English poor in dirty mourning clothes full of smoke and soot, and the French in patched shirts and hats Mixed together, as if something was chasing them behind them.

"Huh—" He struggled to swim upstream, as if he was at the bottom of the water.

Salomon woke up from the illusion and tried to stand up from the chair, but was pulled back by the safety belt.He was sweating profusely, and still a little shaken.He shook his hand, refusing to let the android come forward to help him.Salomon quickly regained his composure, the air conditioning system of the assault transport boat was hoarse, cooling the sweat on his back.

"I didn't expect you to confuse me with illusions." Salomon said with a gloomy face. "No wonder His Holiness said that your pranks are quite bad."

"This is not a prank." Merlin had an indifferent expression on his face, as if what happened just now was as ordinary as eating a small cake. "It's a prophecy, boy," he said, "but it doesn't have to be your prophecy, it could be someone else's. I don't know what it is, I just know it's what you should see. I remember a time when Do you always have nightmares? Dreaming that you are on the edge of the harbor - this is the continuation of that dream. Essentially a message from your stigmata, but for your mental state, your teacher invited I blocked part of it. In other words, you have been affected by my spell."

"I was affected by your spell?" Salomon couldn't believe it, "Then how could I not notice this mind-affecting spell?"

"Not a mind-affecting spell, but a warding spell. I combined this with the warding spell your teacher cast for you so you couldn't detect it. I don't think you've checked what the High Sorcerer placed on you A spell?"

"Avoid fictitious locations and counterattacks sought by prophecies..."

"It seems that you still have some skills." Merlin tapped Salomon's ring, "The essence of this spell is the same as that of these three rings. They are all tools to stabilize the stigmata. It's just that the way of stabilization does not have these three rings. The effect of this ring is so long-lasting, and the symbolic meaning is not so much. Do you know why the stigmata bring high fever? It is because of the nature of the stigmata..."

"You talk too much!" The Supreme Master slapped the fan on the table, interrupting Merlin's speech. "Salomon is a human being." The Venerable warned Merlin very seriously, "I believe he is, and he thinks he is, so he will always be!"

"You have the final say." Merlin shrugged, "It's not me who ignores objective facts."

"This is Karma Taj's idea." His Holiness glanced at Merlin. "You go out first." The Venerable said to Salomon, "There are some things you will know when the time is right."

Salomon nodded and left the meditation room.He saw the apprentices gathered in the training ground, and the onlookers saw the assault transport boat that the man-made man had come over. "I think every mystic should be equipped with a gun." Salomon said to Modu, "Otherwise, a metal staff is also fine, the kind that can fire bullets."

Moduquan thought Salomon was talking stupidly.

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)