Marvel Magic Event Book

"You stink all over now, go and take a shower." The Supreme Mage waved his hand, indicating to Salomon to clean himself up quickly. The stench of the coagulated blood and sweat of various dark magic creatures was mixed. Even vampires won't like it, all the people here are normal people.

"And." The Venerable added before the disciple left, "Athena, I told you, you don't have to go there anymore today, little Lorna has gone home safely. In the next time, the wise The Goddess of War will hunt down those fools herself, so you can rest assured."

"You should know that my anger is out of guilt, right?" Salomon said to His Holiness before leaving, "Marduk's target is me, Mephisto's target is also me, they want to use me Sit on that chair. If those innocent children died because of me, I would never forgive myself."

"It's a good thing to taste guilt. The most important thing you need to do now is to make yourself smell good again. The world will not stop without you. Revengeful boy, go and enjoy dinner with the witch. You need to relax. When retaliation is launched, I guarantee you will be at the forefront."

Salomon bowed and respectfully exited the meditation room.

"You should have called us, Boya." Bayonetta stroked the hair of her lover lying on her lap, with a rare tenderness in her tone.Ever since she and Salomon met, they had gone from wanting to kill each other because of their positions to becoming attached to each other because of memories from 500 years ago. In such a long time together, Bayonetta had never seen each other before. Salomon had experienced such anger. She felt that the anger was condensed under every inch of the mystic's skin when she just returned home.

"We are all so idle that our bones are itching." She said, "There are too few angels in Europe. Joan of Arc and I can't always pretend to be nuns. That way we will only attract friendly angels, and the amount of exercise is not as good as a yoga session." ."

"But this is official business, dear." Salomon closed his eyes, enjoying the caress of the witch and the intoxicating scent of perfume.He rubbed Bayonetta's thigh, and the witch gently pinched his nose. It wasn't until Salomon grumbled a few times in dissatisfaction that the witch let go and started playing with other parts.

Because he was too angry before, Salomon chose not to use magic but to use melee combat to deal with the enemy, which also resulted in his body being covered with the blood of the enemy.He has now changed into a set of clothes, the previous clothes have been burned, and even his bath water has been poured into the deserted wasteland - after all, no one knows that in this messy universe, a basin of everything is mixed. Will the bath water of the blood of dark magic creatures give birth to any strange things?

He was very tired now, especially after eating, and he could barely keep his eyes open.Bayonetta wanted to put Salomon to bed tonight, but this idea was strongly opposed by Joan of Arc. She dropped the Cheshire cat she was playing with and wanted to drag Salomon up.Fortunately, Bayonetta stopped Jeanne's ridiculous behavior in time, allowing Salomon to continue lying on her lap and have a good rest.

"That was an action against you. We are qualified to go to hell to kill that hell lord. Don't forget, Boya, you are the weakest one in this family -" the witch said with a smile, "-if you don't count the Cheshire Cat With your little maid."

At this time, the doorbell of the apartment rang.Salomon opened his eyes and struggled to get up from Bayonetta's lap. He asked the android to see who was coming.When the artificial man brought back the news, the mystic mage couldn't help but narrow his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

"Who is here?" Jeanne was a little curious.

Not many people knew the address, and she had no idea who would be visiting after dinner.Salomon gave the answer - "Father Morew," he said, "that drunken black priest. He came to see me, and he told Dinah that he had something very important to tell me, and he said My disaster is near, say I have gone astray, and I am about to descend to the palace of death.”

"You attach great importance to this guy, and you didn't get angry after hearing these threats." Bayonetta also asked the question at this moment, "What's the reason?"

"He might see the guy who gave me the stigmata." Salomon stood up and patted the wrinkled shirt on his body. "I still have some debts to settle with that guy." He asked the witch, "Will you receive him?"

"Since he wants to be a guest, let him come in."

Father Moru would bring a bottle of wine with him even when he visited, but he drank it himself. "I know what happened to you, including what you have already encountered, just before it happened." He said straight to the point, "I know you definitely want to ask where my news comes from. I can only tell you, I I found out about it while praying.”

"Isn't it time to drink to pieces?" The Mystic Mage is never forgiving, especially when facing servants of God.

"Huh!" Father Moru couldn't refute the mystic's sarcasm, because he did dream of Salomon's situation after drinking the fragment. He couldn't lie.The reason why he remembers this is because it is impossible for ordinary people to remember what they dreamed about after drinking the fragment, but he still remembers what he dreamed about even now.

Because of this, he immediately flew from Europe to New York after waking up from a hangover without missing a moment.

"But you are drinking again now." The mystic mage looked disdainful after listening to his explanation. He somewhat suspected that Father Moru had damaged his brain by drinking. According to Father Moru's drinking method, his liver has not yet recovered. Problems are also miracles.

"This is the best antidote for a hangover." Father Moru glanced at the witch next to Salomon with dissatisfaction.

The witch is a woman who practices sorcery, a lackey of the devil, Delilah who cuts off Samson's hair, and the Queen of Babylon who rides on a seven-headed and ten-horned monster and leads the Son to the place of slaughter.Moru was extremely dissatisfied with Salomon's closeness to the witch, but he knew that Salomon would never listen to him. He came here just to inform Salomon that he was about to be in danger.

"I dreamed that you faced a three-headed poisonous dragon in a black fire that could burn your soul." Father Moru took another sip of strong wine. His drinking speed even made Salomon suspect that the bottle of wine was Father Moru. Bought from the supermarket downstairs, the spirits brought from Europe have long been finished.

"The poisonous dragon has a green snake tongue, and its highly poisonous saliva turns into poisonous weeds when it falls to the ground." The priest said, "I saw you riding on a horse without a saddle and stirrups, using a spear and a long sword to fight against the poisonous dragon. I saw you You use the spear to pin the poisonous dragon to the ground..."

"Wait, wait, why is this story becoming more and more familiar to me?" Salomon quickly stopped Father Moru's nonsense, "This is obviously the story of St. George slaying the dragon. Although many of the contents you said are related to me. Quite consistent. For example, my war horse does not have a saddle or stirrups, and I do have a sword and a lance, but this does not mean that what you said is right - have you forgotten your dream and then made it up? of?"

"Then how do you explain that I dreamed about that thing before you were attacked?" Father Moru glanced at the mystic from the edge of the bottle. He swallowed the drink and coughed twice. "You are still unwilling to believe in God. This kind of thing should not happen to you." He glanced at the two very charming witches, "You are indeed the Messiah, the second Messiah, you have to bear the responsibility The responsibility is much heavier than it is now. The Lord wants you to be born to be your Savior. Remember what I said to you before? You can perform miracles without accepting external magic. What stops you from doing so? your teacher?"

"No, it's the height." The secret mage said seriously.Father Moru obviously does not accept this nonsense, but it is true.

"Anyway, you'd better study what you took from the monastery. The wisdom of the Lord is in it, and that's what you can understand. Don't look at me like that, I know the guys of the Golden Dawn, they also They came to the monastery in search of wisdom, but they took away not much, because it was something they were destined to be unable to understand, and they were not even qualified to receive the Holy Blood." Father Moru stood up and prepared to leave, "My dream That’s what’s going to happen, and what you need is the strength of the Lord.”

"Forget it, if God is really omnipotent, then we humans are just ants, the burnt offerings we offer are insect stumps, and our worship is the murmur of mosquitoes. This is meaningless to God—— Unless He is a narcissist who loves to listen to praises. Moru, would you like the worship of mosquitoes?"