Marvel Magic Event Book

Salomon saw a strange pedestal in a trance, and Randolph Carter was sitting on it. Behind him was a chaos intertwined with countless pictures, and Randolph Carter became some kind of amorphous existence. , He, no, it, nor is it, He.The door behind Him held everything, and there were vast possibilities beyond whimsy and mathematical logic. Salomon felt that behind the ultimate door there were all the answers.

But Randolph Carter blocked his view.

"It's not the time yet." An unknown voice sounded like thunder. The voice carried amazing power and melody, and those incomprehensible beings were flashing along with this melody.He seemed to be telling Salomon how naive and narrow the three-dimensional world he saw was, and that all possibilities in the world were revealed to him. This unparalleled and terrifying miracle made Salomon uncontrollably excited. Out of fear, those visions that he had dreamed about and that he had briefly glanced at as ridiculous reappeared like reality. Salomon felt that he was firmly grasped by the whirlpool of fear. He prayed to know more, but that existence did not rejected him.Because now is not the time, he has to repay his debt first. After the debt is repaid, his weak mind can be destroyed, and he can pass through the veil and know the secret from the end to the beginning. That is his reward. .

"You can repay your debt with this." Randolph Carter, who was sitting on the hexagonal throne, spoke. "Among countless possibilities, there is only this one chance."

When Salomon regained consciousness, the entrance to the door had become quiet again. Randolph Carter had disappeared, and the fanatical crowd outside the door had also disappeared. Tituba was not here, and neither was Abigail. This, Coulson is not here either.Only Natasha stood quietly aside, she was the only one here. "You've been standing here for a long time," she said. "We don't know what happened to you. We only saw Randolph Carter say something to you, and you became like this. What did he say?"

The mystic mage closed his eyes tightly and held his forehead.He just felt like he had a splitting headache. Even if he closed his eyes, there were still various colors of light flashing on his retinas, just like the vast stars he saw, the gaseous creatures with incredible high temperatures, and the gaseous brains that were deeply imprinted on the nebula. The thought in it is like an aurora.In addition, the sound of gurgling water continued to ring in his ears, and he heard a voice snickering sharply in the unfathomable darkness.He knew that what he saw and heard was not normal, but now he could not open his mouth to chant the incantation and use the power of Hogos to protect his mind, because his soul was filled with too many things. Hen couldn't help but become active, making the already chaotic thoughts even more confusing.

He knew what Randolph Carter's purpose was and what Randolph Carter wanted him to do, but he was not sure whether the purpose of those terrifying beings was consistent with his.In the end, the red holy cloth came into play. Salomon opened his mouth with difficulty. He only felt that his jaw joints seemed to have not moved for thousands of years. "No, it's nothing." The mystic mage, who had struggled to regain his sanity, repositioned himself and found his original purpose.He said in a rough voice from his dry throat, "Where is Coulson? What happened after that?"

"The residents seemed to believe that the death of Mr. and Mrs. Williams was also Tituba's curse." Natasha curled her lips disdainfully, "They arrested her, and Governor Sir William Phipps sent a man named Mary Judge Dou Hopkins came to preside over witchcraft cases here. Coulson followed the residents to the church, and he wanted to follow up on the progress of this matter. As for you, I think what you need now is to rest, but not Randolph Carter's suspicions are growing here. Let's go to the hotel and I'll have someone tell Coulson."

In fact, Salomon didn't listen to much of Natasha's words, because the inexplicable fear was still vaguely swirling in his brain. If it weren't for the mental training he had developed when facing Dormammu and the Holy Cloth's influence on him, protection, he has already gone crazy now.He closed his eyes slightly and let Natasha support him towards the hotel in the town, because now he had a new understanding of everything he saw, whether it was the mud and livestock dung under his feet, or the mountains in the distance. Salomon could hear the whispers of the stars above the night, and along with these whispers was an inexplicable fear.This was not normal, Salomon had to wait until his soul calmed down again before he could cast the spell, but fortunately, he was very experienced in this kind of thing. The stigmata had already tempered his soul, and he just needed to rest now.

When Colson returned to the hotel, he saw Salomon lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and Natasha wrapped him tightly in the quilt. "What happened to him?" Agent Coulson pointed at Salomon and asked in surprise, but Natasha couldn't give an answer to this question.But anyway, staying away from Randolph Carter was the only thing Natasha could do in that situation.

"Okay," Coulson nodded, although he didn't understand anything, "They put Tituba in prison. I went to the prison to see it. The environment there was very bad. Tituba might still be in jail." Being whipped, because the judge is Matthew Hopkins, the chief witch hunter in British history, who specializes in hunting down women suspected of being witches, and is a notorious executioner. Maybe the punishment has already begun, sir, I need you to sneak into the prison with me , rescue Tituba and place her here."

"Are you serious, Coulson?" Natasha asked. "You know this is just another one."

"Yes, I know." Agent Coulson's expression was very serious. "I know that I may not be able to change anything, but I will insist on doing it."

"Okay." Salomon, who was lying on the bed, reluctantly opened his eyes. He took one hand out of the quilt and touched the dimensional bag on the bedside. "Natasha, open it and put the red medicine inside. Take out the glass bottles of liquid and golden liquid."

"What are these?" Natasha asked while rummaging for potions, "Are they some kind of wizard's potion?"

"You're right." The mystic replied weakly, "The red one is a potion for treating minor injuries, and the golden one is a potion for minor restoration. I think these are enough to treat Tituba."

"Why?" Coulson asked, "Why did you..."

"Why change your mind, right?" Salomon closed his eyes again, "This is just a game played by some existences. What we have to do is to continue this game and give those great existences a It’s a wonderful enough performance, and the villain has already appeared on the stage, so we, as the righteous party, should also appear on the stage.”

Agent Coulson couldn't understand the strange words Salomon said. He raised his eyebrows at Natasha, and Natasha also tilted her head, saying that she couldn't explain it. "Anyway," Coulson sighed, "Thank you, Salomon."

"Okay, don't disturb my rest." Salomon's voice gradually deepened and became inaudible, "I want to..."

"Have a sweet dream. Chief Natasha, it's time for us to take action."

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The security measures in the prison in Salem Town are not strong. Natasha and Colson have broken into more heavily guarded places before. This is not a big problem for them. For this operation, Natasha He changed out of his local clothes and revealed his tight-fitting combat uniform again.Colson insisted not to kill anyone, but only strangled and knocked out the guards. As for the prisoners who stayed up at night and tried to scream, Natasha stunned them.When they found Tituba, the black girl was still wearing the servant's clothes, but her clothes were torn by the whip, and red and black sticky blood seeped out from under the skin, soaking the fabric. The debris stuck to her body, and the flies that swarmed over lay on the wound, sucking in Tituba's body fluids and warmth.The poor girl closed her eyes tightly, lying on the thin straw and moaning vaguely.

The damp and cold ground continued to deprive her of the remaining warmth, and the ubiquitous stench filled the entire cell.Coulson couldn't help but frown, but Natasha said nothing because she had seen worse places.

Natasha unlocked the prison door and Coulson immediately got in.After trampling to death a skinny rat that was trying to bite Tituba's flesh and blood, he quickly knelt down and touched the girl's forehead. "She has a fever, but it is not life-threatening at the moment." Agent Coulson lowered his voice for fear of causing an echo in the stone corridor. "We don't have antibiotics... we can only treat according to the method given by Salomon, but we need to do it first. Move her to the hotel.”

"I've been ready for a long time." Natasha took out a large piece of felt cloth from behind and placed it in Colson's arms. Then she picked up Tituba and used the felt cloth in Colson's arms to Wrap it up. "You take her, and I'll clear the way."

"Okay. Without intelligence support, we can only use such traditional methods." Coulson made a face, he was very happy that he could rescue an innocent person, "I believe you can do it, sir, dog lock The flintlock is nothing to you. But there is another thing that needs your help."

"what?"

"Take care of her." Colson pointed to the girl in his arms with his chin, "I can't help clean up the wounds all over her body, can I?"

"You all need me to take care of you." Natasha sighed, "Okay, that's all. I will take care of her tonight, at least so that she won't scream when she gets up the next day."

Salomon sleeps alone tonight.In the noisy and swirling dream, he saw a city illuminated by the setting sun. The city had high walls, temples, colonnades, and arch bridges built of textured marble. These buildings all shone with splendor and beauty. Beautiful and moving radiance.He remembered seeing a fountain with a silver base gushing out in prismatic light in a broad square and fragrant garden, amid graceful trees, flowered parterres, and ivory statues. .Immediately afterwards, his perspective moved uncontrollably, past the seven hundred steps and the enchanted fluorescent forest, past the residences of the gods in the icy wasteland, and finally stopped at an onyx castle that was more majestic than any other castle in the world. On the castle.

There he heard the same jeering laughter as he had heard in the entrance hall of Randolph Carter's house.