Marvel Book of Magical Events

The tactical gloves were covered with snow powder and mud, mixed with the smell of gunpowder and cigars.

Lara Croft heard a heavy gasp, and she kicked without looking back, but she didn't hit anything. She felt her feet being firmly grabbed, and a pair of hands grabbed her ankles and dragged her back. Lara Croft fell to the ground before she could adjust her center of gravity. Panic instantly struck her. Sanity. She subconsciously curled up to protect her head and spine from being hit, and firmly grasped her HK USP pistol. The leg that was not bound was kicking wildly. As soon as she fired the shot, the hand holding her ankle disappeared. Then a figure jumped out from the side and kicked her in the side with a foot wearing combat boots. On the wrist.

The pain caused by the collision of metal and bone forced her to drop the gun, and tears poured out of her tear ducts involuntarily. She did not give up the fight, and the dagger tied to her thigh was immediately pulled out, but her attacker also noticed her movement, and the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against her forehead, and the arm she was holding the dagger It is only pressed down by the knees.

I'm not dead, Lara Croft!

The man who walked out of the darkness reached out and grabbed her throat tightly with dirty hands covered with mud, dried blood and broken nails. She could even feel the man's fingerprints. Although the light was poor, she could still see clearly who this person was. This kind of panic is more terrifying than the physical pain, because she is sure that this person will rot in the dungeon and will never appear here - Constantine, the commander of the Holy Trinity mercenary organization, Richard Crow The blood brother of his sweet girlfriend Anna is a madman obsessed with religious prophecies. He believes that the wounds Anna carved on his skin are the stigmata. I can't possibly appear here, right? The Holy Trinity commander spat saliva with blood foam on his face, his expression ferocious. He pressed her tightly with his own weight, extinguishing all resistance, I should die in the dungeon, die alone in that place where I can never see the sun, die next to my sister without being able to see her, Is it right?

The strength in his hand gradually increased, and no matter how hard Lara Croft used her other hand to pry his fingers and attack his face, it was to no avail. I should enjoy this moment. He leaned down and whispered, and Laura could almost smell the sour medicinal breath in his mouth. I deserve to enjoy this moment, and Anna deserves to see you die.

Lara Croft opened her mouth in vain. Her back was tense, the pain in her throat, back, arms, knuckles and knees almost overwhelmed her, and the sharply lowered blood oxygen level almost made her lose consciousness. She didn't know what she grabbed, but she still swung it towards Constantine's head, with the hatred of learning the truth about her father's death, the anger of survival instinct, and the almost death of her companions during the adventure. The fire of vengeance at the hands of Constantine.

With her blurred vision, she saw the man screaming, shouting out broken and mutilated names, broken teeth and bloody saliva flying with the roar. She could no longer hear any sound, and the blood vessels in her ears beat like war drums, almost drowning her consciousness. She couldn't hear it, but the scream chilled and stung her to the very core. When she regained her senses again, she was waving the mountaineering pick randomly in her hand, her spasmodic fingers tightly holding the handle, and even she couldn't let go. If it weren't for the looming pain in her throat, she wouldn't even be sure whether it was an illusion, because she didn't see any corpses or blood, and the mountaineering pick in her hand was still very clean.

There was no blood on the ground, just some black dust that melted and evaporated like snow flakes.

Lara Croft looked around in horror. She saw nothing but the still silent darkness.

The HK USP pistol was thrown aside. Her clothes were covered with dust, and her back and thighs were covered with needle-like cold sweat. The lack of oxygen was not fake, and neither was the pain. She couldn't even swallow to relieve her sore and thirsty throat. She hurriedly crawled over and picked up the pistol, gaining the much-needed sense of security - the thing that attacked her was definitely not Constantine. She knew that Constantine was in the dungeon of the Eternal City. Even if someone could escape from the dungeon, it would be impossible to leave. IMMORTAL CITY - Lara Croft didn't know what hit her, and she didn't know if a pistol would do the trick, but having a weapon was better than nothing.

The pain doesn't just extend to the body. Something scratched at the edge of her sanity, like fingernails scratching glass, making her brain itch and sting. She couldn't remember what she saw. In fact, even the existence she saw a few seconds ago, whether it was fantasy or not, was gradually blurred. When the black etheric matter fell, the invisible words engraved on the bookcase were emitting a faint blue light, but she saw nothing.

Then came the sound of gunfire.

Only a few seconds passed from the initial sporadic gunshots to the continuous gunshots. Lara Croft clearly heard the gunshots coming from the next floor, and even the stone tile floor was amidst the dense gunfire. Tremble. She heard pistol and rifle shots, heard the tactical phrases of Trinity soldiers, and saw muzzle flashes briefly illuminate the otherwise dark passage. She heard the dull bang of large-caliber weapons, and then the intensive gunshots began to disappear, followed by painful screams and sudden wailing.

The resurrected dead is one of the most basic fears of mankind. Joan of Arc raised her glass and commented, The question is, why him? The death of that Holy Trinity commander has nothing to do with you, neither morally nor legally. I can’t hold you responsible.”

I don't know. Lara Croft shrugged. After drinking a glass of hot sweet wine, her body had become warm, but the story is not over yet.

Let me guess, the next person who appears should be your father's girlfriend, your stepmother. Bayonetta mercilessly exposed the calmness that Lara Croft had been trying to maintain, Look Leading her to death, and you are happy to do this, is something you dare not admit subconsciously. But your nature does not allow you to do such a thing, and this incident has left scars on your soul. Sea of ​​Souls It is a mirror that reflects all our emotions and thoughts, no matter how deeply hidden the secrets are, they will be faithfully reflected by the sea of ​​soul.”

Bayonetta is right, because the curtain between the material universe and illusion in the library is weakening. As the only intelligent creature on the other side of the mirror, your thoughts will cause ripples in the etheric sea. All your thoughts are Reflection. Wanda stretched out her hand and showed the snake bone staff to Lara Croft. After long and heavy study, she was no longer the beginner who couldn't even control her strength in Straker Castle. At least under the indoctrination of forced study, she had very rich theoretical knowledge. I command this staff by releasing my spiritual power in the etheric sea, which you can understand as I manipulate my reflection to give commands.

This is not a third-rate horror melodrama, or a magic trick.

Lara Croft was a little angry. Another android maid duly handed over a new glass of mulled wine. The red wine cooked with lemon, cinnamon, cloves, honey and other ingredients is very sweet and warm, perfect for this snowy night. Lady, this is not a magic trick. Bayonetta said, Something is targeting you. You are naked in that world, you show everything to them, you must learn how to control your Thought, that’s why you’re here...

Who are they?

demon.

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