Marvel Magic Event Book

The mental illness called paranoia was transmitted from the Supreme Mage to her heir, but her heir knew nothing about it, let alone that there were people talking about his mental state in another dimension.Perhaps some of the abnormalities detected by Nick Fury do exist, and Salomon Damonet also needs a psychiatrist. However, the reality is that no one can help his mental state return to the normal range of ordinary people. .

For a special individual like him, the mental burden he has carried since birth has actually driven him crazy, and the cruel behavior of the Supreme Mage when he was a child worsened this mental state. The bloody reality he may have been exposed to was forced in front of him, and he was allowed to harvest the lives of others with his own hands.Perhaps life with the witch is softening his spirit step by step, but it is unknown how long it will take and whether it will have any effect.

The unconscious Salomon was in no mood to consider his own mental state. He was currently on his way.Not long ago, he had just passed through the territory of Marduk. This devil was recognized as the patron saint of Babylonia in the early days of human history. However, he was an extremely frantic devil, and there was almost no trace of the devil in him. His personality is closer to that of a demon, so he is considered a madman by many hell lords.Since this devil is also a member of the Seventh Throne, Salomon's mere appearance will become a thorn in his side. Phoenix did not suggest that Salomon enter Marduk's territory to rest, but continued on his way to find some air. A slightly better place to eat and rest.

Salomon only had dried meat and water to eat. He could tolerate it during the first meal, but when he stuffed dried meat into his mouth for the third time, he wanted to return to the main material plane to find a restaurant. Had a great meal.If he hadn't used magic tricks to turn the dried meat into various fruit flavors, Salomon would really not be able to endure it anymore.The dried meat was consumed faster and faster, and he took out almost all the edible things in the dimensional bag to taste. Except for food, Salomon had a high tolerance for other things, and the heat and dryness were only a small amount. He can also use magic to solve problems.

At least he wouldn't let himself die of thirst.

But Pegasus couldn't stand such a bad environment. The wind sand would get stuck in its feathers and mane, and even get into its nostrils, and it couldn't be completely cleaned no matter what.Unable to bear it, Pegasus asked Salomon to take a bath after the first day of march, clean the dust from his nose, and then return to the star realm to rest until Salomon could summon it again when needed.Eating, traveling, eating, and sleeping, I don’t know how many days passed like this. Salomon only hoped that he could feel that he had arrived at Mephisto’s territory, met other mystics, and then destroyed the old devil’s palace. So that I can go home and rest.

Phoenix was also a little tired, because it was responsible for Salomon's safety along the way, and it could only take a break when it was on the road.

Fortunately, before Salomon completely lost the concept of time, he met the mystic who came to rescue him.The old deacon seemed to be very experienced in hell marching. He didn’t know whether it was passed down from word of mouth in the family or whether he had experienced this kind of thing himself. When he met Salomon, he was extremely familiar with it. A lot of food was brought out, and there was no jerky among them.

"When you blast away the protective magic in Mephisto's territory, you can return to Earth first." The old deacon shook his head, a little dissatisfied with Salomon's pampering.But this is not a big deal. It can be trained. The old deacon thinks that he should suggest to the Supreme Mage to increase Salomon's ability to endure harsh environments and conduct multiple sets of training until Salomon can Enduring the harsh environment of the outer dimension alone.

"That's great!" Salomon was about to cry with excitement. He was wet all over, and the moisture was dripping from his armor.This was his way of cooling down and moisturizing. If he hadn't done this, he would have been overheated to death by that armor.

He misses the witch very much now, and it doesn't matter even if he gets whipped by Bayonetta a few times!

"Let's move quickly!" he said excitedly.

"Calm down, young man." The old deacon said disdainfully, "Your mortal friend is still lagging behind. You have to arrive with us for the last part of the journey, and then leave the rest of the work to us experienced mystics. That’s it.”

Nick Fury used his camera to capture the scenery of hell all the way, and he looked like he was on a tour.He experienced several battles during his military service. Although they were jungle battles, they did not prevent him from learning the skills to survive in the wild in arid areas.Therefore, compared to other mystics who were as disgraced as Salomon, Nick Fury was well prepared and his life in hell was pretty good. At least the US military rations were more nutritious than jerky, so he didn’t have to worry about his mouth. Ulcer problem.

When he saw Salomon, he was overjoyed, because he met many things he didn't understand along the way, and the attitudes of the mystics were worse than Salomon. None of them were willing to answer Nick Fury's question: This Mortals are so courageous that they feel arrogant, and this feeling makes the mystics extremely uncomfortable.Therefore, although they agreed to Fury, they did not answer his concerns, and even dismissed the food Fury sent.

"You look terrible." Nick Fury did not forget to gain the verbal advantage first, and only after that did he start to care about Salomon's condition.Now he still insists on wearing the black leather jacket and refuses to take it off, as if he is worried that if he takes off his clothes, he will see the little alien manipulating his belly.The other mystics wisely changed into cooler clothes, but only Nick Fury and Salomon suffered from clothing.

"Yes." Salomon responded weakly, "Let's end it quickly."

"Wait a minute." A mystic mage came over holding something vaguely humanoid, interrupting the conversation. "You should listen to what he is saying." The younger mystic pointed to Nick Fury and looked at the red, twisted human form. "He just went to hell. He seems to be talking about Stark..."

Stark dialed a phone number. He waited for a long time, but no one answered the phone.

He walked around irritably. After a while, he dialed another number, but there was also no answer.In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore and dialed SHIELD's office phone number, but it was Agent Maria Hill who answered the call.

Agent Hill was powerless to do anything about Stark's current situation. No one knew from which corner the terrorist emerged.Agent Hill could only tell Stark that the terrorist organization had nothing to do with the CIA and was not an anti-government force supported by the US government. She could not provide any information.

"Where is Nick Fury?" Stark asked impatiently, "Isn't there someone who can provide information?"

Stark now regrets provoking the terrorist, but because Happy was seriously injured and hospitalized, Stark is not willing to lose to the terrorists in terms of momentum.So he could only hold on in front of the media and then seek help privately.

"I don't know where Director Fury is now." Agent Hill lied. She knew Nick Fury's current location.All the agents who experienced that mission signed a confidentiality agreement and could not disclose everything that happened that day. As Nick Fury's assistant, Agent Hill also learned what happened in his subsequent work, but under the principle of confidentiality , she refused to say anything.

"But I gave my house number!"

"I suggest you accept SHIELD's protection and I will send agents to escort you and Miss Potts."

"But this also means that I lose to the terrorists!"

"What are you insisting on, Stark?"