Marvel Book of Magical Events

The goat that was standing on the roof in the distance and barking strangely disappeared. It was probably killed.

The brown bear outside the window slowly pushed the wheelchair, and the old guy sitting in the wheelchair seemed to be used to the smell of the damp forest on the brown bear's thick fur, and the hot panting at the back of his head that could melt the thin snowflakes above his head. It can be seen that Winston is trying his best to tolerate this interesting way of traveling, because Lara Croft wants him to experience the famous highly intelligent wild animals in this manor.

Victor von Doom gave a humane shrug and said he knew nothing about it. He had no idea what the Sumerian god of war had to do with the emperor, nor why the emperor must try to kill it permanently. , but he can be sure that this matter will have an impact on the human kingdom established by him and the emperor in the material universe. He had no intention of delving into the emperor's faults. If that matter had an impact on the present, then he would certainly make preparations for it.

How far have you explored your identity? He played with the iron mask in his hand. He is no longer used to wearing this mask, but he still can't lose this symbol of identity. Don't think that I don't know about time travel. Although my arcane attainments are not as great as yours, I can still see a destiny entangled in you. Only by experiencing that destiny can you continue to move forward and become a person. …Hell, your soul fire burned out my extradimensional eyes and now I can’t see again.”

You know I didn't mean it. If I didn't do this, Milia would be in trouble. Someone would discover her existence, her father and grandfather would understand my plan, and more demons would plan to take advantage of her. The Emperor. Said, Her blood relatives have not yet awakened, and Milia is likely to become a target. Which parent would name their child Hellstorm!

He curled his lips to express his dissatisfaction with Milia's bloodline surname.

The crazy woman who married the serial killer was Milia's nominal grandmother, the superstitious man was Milia's genetic father, and the superstitious woman was Milia's genetic mother and spiritual grandfather. The blood of sin continues to this girl, but what really determines her future is not her genes, but the curse and talent that have entangled her before she was born. Without proper education, this girl's instinct will be a desire for depravity, blood and excitement. She will be associated with alcohol, drugs and promiscuity. She will manipulate a skinning knife like a finger, and her teeth will be full of black blood, because The physical universe could not satisfy her desires. By that time, everyone will have heard of her reputation for cruelty and sadism, and she will eventually be swallowed up by a fire, her soul sublimated in her crimes, and legends and fears condensed into the most terrifying demon.

This is the future predicted by the emperor.

He will not allow this to happen in the future, nor will He allow His enemies to gain a helper. He will let Milia gain the status and abilities that her bloodline deserves and completely resolve the mistakes He has made, but at the same time, the girl will survive. If this kind of thing were left to the future, it would be completely impossible for Milia to live a comfortable life as expected.

The Emperor could only sigh at the humanity he now possessed.

You must be prepared to deal with the costs of time travel. Victor von Doom waved his hand.

The nearby TV was broadcasting an artillery attack on the U.S. Navy port in Yemen. Al Qaeda immediately claimed responsibility for the incident, but the two adult men present knew that this was not the case. The attack had been planned by their intelligence services and the Praetorian Order, and they would soon be briefed on the mission in their offices. The air defense early warning system deployed in the Yugoslav Federation has been able to detect aircraft throughout Europe, the Atlantic Ocean in the Northern Hemisphere, and Central Asia. Now there is only one last shortcoming left to make up. Only in this way can we prevent the possible outbreak of a global nuclear war. Weapons of mass destruction were defended outside the borders of the country, fulfilling the promise made by the emperor when he conquered those people.

Alien invaders will never be able to set foot on the emperor's land and harm any human beings.

We don't want the accuracy of the physical universe to be destroyed. That is our ultimate goal. Our future and past are death, and we must not stop. Victor von Doom took a last look at the cover outside the window. The paths covered with thin snow and the winter roses under the snow. The sunshine in the morning was dull and cold, and the breeze blew up the snowflakes that had not melted into a ball on the ground. Winston was whispering about his experience of hunting a Bengal tiger, trying to stop the brown bear from licking the top of his head. Lara Croft beside him not only did not help, but instead had a red face and suppressed laughter.

She would not allow Winston to continue serving. He is too old and needs rest.

Victor von Doom shook his head, and then his phantom shattered and disappeared like a soap bubble, leaving no trace. He still has a lot of work to do. With the emperor fully delegating power to him, he had to handle many internal affairs, and the dispatch of officials between different regions to promote integration also took up a lot of working time. He is actually envious. The emperor lowered his head and whispered in Milia's ear, Hell, should I get his little lover back?

The girl raised her head and stared at Him with her big eyes.

Without warning she kissed Him and then continued trying to beat him with her sponge training sword. Salomon had a smile on his face, I don't expect you to understand. Let the lovely Dinah take care of you. I'm going to fight. The war will not stop and wait, and neither will some unlucky guy. I'll chop him to pieces... You'll love the beach, Miria. It'll be great for your architecture classes. You'll also have to chop someone into pieces in the future, and I'm sure Jeanne d'Arc will be happy to teach you. How to do it, otherwise she will become a teacher.

He once considered whether it was necessary to buy a large farm in Texas. The vast land and sparsely populated areas were helpful for hiding traces and educating children. He wanted Milia to be a warrior who could shoot a gun, draw a bow and wield a sword. A strong country girl with a healthy complexion, rather than a middle-class Los Angeles girl who needs to be deliberately tanned and goes to the gym for photos rather than exercise. For a girl who is destined to chop off the heads of her enemies, the former identity is obviously more attractive. Suits her.

This is not a difficult task. He can install a portal in his house and travel freely between Oxfordshire and rural American farms. He can maintain a high quality of life while having the physique of a laborer - for him, crossing space and It's not a problem, and using magic to connect the two houses is even less of a problem. Milia can be properly cultivated both mentally and physically. The witch's only objection to this is that she thinks the same ability does not need to be expressed in this way. Fishing in rivers and hunting wild animals do not have to be on Milia's life list.

They don't mind being farmers, but only if they don't throw away any jewelry that makes them look gorgeous. Wait and see, sooner or later they will inlaid gems on their saddles and rifles. Not to mention, the Witch would never tolerate a lower standard of personal hygiene. They can't stand the dusty environment with horse manure everywhere, just like they can't stand the tears of children and cockroaches. Generally, their way to solve this problem is to shoot, and shoot for no reason to see if they can kill them. Something they hate.

Do you like cows, Milia? Like to eat? In the future, we may have to eat delicious beef raised by ourselves. I will prepare a stable large enough there to train horses for grazing. He said, You You'd better grow some muscles, kid, and I'll leave the job of shoveling shit in the stable to you from now on.

What are you talking about there? Are you sure Milia can hear you? Bayonetta put her hands on her hips and hooked her fingertips on the trigger guard of the pistol. Dinah, who was walking in front of her, held the tray steadily and pushed open the study door with one hand. The spirit in the bright crystal bottle only swayed slightly. The android replaced another crystal bottle of the same style in the study room with ease and replenished the brandy that the owner drank yesterday. The black-haired witch shook her pistol, and Joan of Arc, who was standing not far away, also shook the long knife in her hand. Come here, girl, your shooting course is about to begin... First, the shooting course, Joan of Arc, and the close combat will be left before dinner. She glanced at the pink-blue sponge sword, Now it seems, She's not ready for training yet.

The smile on Milia's face disappeared, and within a few seconds she turned into a well-behaved girl, no longer waving things around randomly. She raised her head and looked at Salomon, but he just shook his head and said there was nothing he could do to help. Compared to Salomon's indulgence towards her, Bayonetta and Joan of Arc's strict education and harsh attitude made her a little scared, but Salomon believed that this was necessary, and Milia must know the cost of using force. , and at the same time, she needs to understand that she cannot point the gun at other people or stab people with a dagger. This is a safety course that needs to be taken seriously. He will fully agree with any educational measures taken by Bayonetta and Joan of Arc. They have agreed from the beginning that he will not question or conduct any questioning on the witch's teaching methods. Any level of intervention.

My wrist hurts. Milia raised her hand and pouted.

That's just .22 caliber, girl. I didn't see you shouting in pain when you swung the sword just now. He turned to look at Bayonetta, Do you mind if we watch your teaching process?

Salomon patted Dinah's shoulder lightly, and at the same time reached out to delete the application email from Mycroft Holmes. The bald British guy was as arrogant as a high elf in a fantasy story. He was arrogant for some reason. If the knife hadn't been placed on his neck and a blood vessel had been cut, the cabinet secretary didn't seem to know that he was not immortal and was absolutely violent. Able to destroy all rules constructed with class and money. Mycroft Holmes has never understood that what his enemies want to overthrow is the order of this world and establish an order that can adapt to the future. He is still using his own experience to evaluate the emperor's cause.

There's also a bottle of brandy here, which we can drink while Millia practices shooting, provided she doesn't shoot at us. My dear Dinah, let me carry this tray. Please go to the kitchen for me. Bring some barbecue to the indoor shooting range, just hard liquor would be too boring...and of course, cold beer, just hard liquor wouldn't be good either. You're so thoughtful.

The two witches raised their eyebrows and looked at him meaningfully.

Your plan is about to fail. Joan said, Constantine is waiting for you outside the door. It seems that he has something to say to you. Grab my hand, you little dove. Don't frown, you There's nothing wrong with your wrist, don't think about being lazy. Milia grabbed Jeanne's hand with a frown, and was dragged straight out of the study. During this period, she frequently looked back and hoped that the adult who doted on her could save her. But until she was dragged to the corner and completely lost sight, the man remained standing in front of the desk motionless. The only thing that comforted Milia was that the chubby Cheshire Cat came over to watch the fun, and then she grabbed her front legs and pulled them together. Being dragged away by the witch. Constantine, wearing golden power armor, stood aside silently. He waited until the girl and the witches left before he walked into the room and faced the emperor.

How bad?

It is not so bad, my lord, said Constantine. Mycroft Holmes has surrendered.

You know I don't want to hear this. This is to be expected. He waved his hand and asked the invisible servant to pour a glass of wine for himself and Constantine. For you to appear here, that means the power of the material world Something goes wrong with the preparations for war. Or is it something worse? Like that alien robot at Lighthouse Base suddenly goes crazy, so you have to kill it?

I haven't killed anyone lately, my lord.

I'm pretty sure I didn't forget to add a sense of humor when I transformed you. The emperor said with a smile, Is it the mission of the US Navy Port in Yemen?

Yes, my lord. Amon has found relevant documents, which can confirm that several nuclear submarines are cruising near the Red Sea. They may cut off the oil trade channel between the Yugoslav Federation and the Middle East at any time. It is very likely that the regent will take action when he visits the Middle East. , because Middle Eastern countries refuse to comply with sanctions orders issued by European countries.

That's not too bad. What else?

One of the three assassins released to the Attilan base on the back of the moon has completely lost contact. It cannot be ruled out that the Inhumans have discovered our intentions, because the signal transmitters and monitors installed by the assassins did not capture any useful information. Information, most likely because the other party is conducting information control. Constantine said, But we still obtained some intelligence through Attilan's information network.

What Constantine showed was a piece of medical data. This medical data belonged to the leaders of several Inhuman factions in Attilan, an individual known as the Matron. This abominable creature has no hair at all, skin as rough as a shark, and a long, narrow skull topped with a hard crest of flesh. There are many creatures with similar appearance. In Attilan, aliens with such significant genetic mutation characteristics have a high status, because Attilan society believes that these people have shed their human appearance, which is a symbol of nobility.

These organisms have traces of genetic modification, Constantine said. The entire lineage has the same genetic signature.

Look, even mutants have classes. The emperor shrugged, But this also shows that the risks we take in attacking Attilan will be worthy of rewards.