Marvel Magic Event Book

Here, there is a man with long curly hair. His face is fair, his eyes are sunken, his nose is high, his long hair is tied behind his head, and he only has curly hair on his forehead that still stays on both sides of his face.

He was holding an expensive camera in his hand, frowning tightly, and squatting there with seriousness, pressing the shutter button.Although Naples is close to the ocean, there is a huge temperature difference between day and night. Perhaps because of this, the man was wearing a slightly thick dark blue woolen coat and a plaid scarf around his neck.

Salomon's voice almost made him jump up in shock, but the mystic mage's hand on the man's shoulder held him firmly down. "Who are you!" He exclaimed and turned around to see Salomon, who was shorter than him, and then his face, which was freed from the wrinkles and tension.

"Ahem!" He whispered to the mystic mage, "It's very dangerous here. I think it's better for you to leave here first because some things that are difficult for ordinary people to understand may happen next. Are you in the choir? Are you still there?" , what kind of bishop has children?”

"You look at me like, what the hell do you have gods and believers?" Salomon looked down and looked at himself. He was dressed in a black mystical robe and a crimson jacket, but he didn't look like a clergyman at all.

perhaps?

Salomon raised his head and said, "For your personal safety, I suggest you leave as soon as possible. You have no ability to resist under the hands of those things."

The man suddenly felt that the hand on his shoulder became much stronger. He could not resist a force that dragged him backwards, causing him to completely lose his balance and sit on the ground.

"Leave? No! I finally tracked her!" Even so, he still tried to lower his voice as much as possible, but his immediate reaction was, "Those things? What do you know?"

"I should know." Salomon said expressionlessly, letting go of his shoulders and dragging the man's back. The mystic mage dragged him backwards, completely ignoring his struggle.

"You know!" The man realized that he was not as strong as Salomon but still tried to stand up. "Are you and her together?"

"I don't know who you mean, but if you say there is, there is that nun in it, so I do know her. But I have known her not long ago." Salomon turned around and stepped on this nun easily. The man had a knee and the camera was taken out of his hand "It's obvious you're after something that normal people shouldn't know about."

"give me back!"

Salomon used a very unfamiliar hand to press the button on the camera to bring up the photo album. "Oh, I didn't expect you to be a stalker, sir." He looked at the photo album and then raised the camera in front of the man and said, "Florence, you actually chased me there."

"You promised me to keep your voice low because there are things to do inside!" Salomon said, "I want to know where you are from?"

Although the man agreed to lower his voice, he still unconsciously raised his voice and spoke faster.

He said, "I have been following her for a long time! It was she who killed my father 20 years ago right in front of my eyes! You must have known her not long ago and you still don't know her true face. She looked like this 20 years ago. Still unchanged after 20 years. Your contact with her is to tell me that you know everything. I want the world to know her true identity! I investigated several disappearances in Florence and Bayonetta was also Appearing there is a sure thing, she..."

The man's expression suddenly became distorted and he said, "I remember you were there at that time! Could it be that..."

"Yes, sir." Salomon suddenly showed an expression of not knowing what to do. "Those people are not, but missing, and I will kill them all."

"You...you look so..." The man pointed at Salomon with his eyes wide open as he looked at the boy in front of him. "I didn't expect you to..."

"Listen to my explanation, sir." Salomon said helplessly, "Those people are all werewolves..."

"Werewolf! You want me to believe that you are telling lies? Well, I'll believe it for now." He almost couldn't breathe. "But, you look like you are only thirteen or fourteen years old. Who taught you how to kill someone!"

"It sounds like you have been pursuing Bayonetta for many years. Shouldn't you be accustomed to those supernatural phenomena? Magic exists, and werewolves must also exist. Humans are not as lonely as imagined." The mystic mage helplessly said He said, "As for killing people... I always have to carry something that ordinary people cannot touch. I am one of them."

"I..." Salomon was very familiar with this man's expression. He had a senior brother who described to him those who saw magic. There were people with expressions that were almost exactly the same as this man's expression. After this perception was overturned, he showed disbelief. The expression comes from the practice of Karma Taj. Almost everyone has experienced cognitive overturning at times.

"Okay, I don't have time to help you reshape your world view, this is this gentleman." The mystic mage became impatient, so he pulled the man to stand up and said, "Get out of here, those things will not show mercy to humans. "

"Those things? What things?"

"You shouldn't know that there are some things about Mr. Ordinary people, so it's better not to know."

The wax fire on the altar suddenly went out, and clear moonlight passed through the stained glass window and fell lightly to the white marble floor.Salomon's eyes widened because he was a little uncomfortable with the sudden darkness, but soon he could clearly see the scene in the church through the white moonlight.Immediately afterwards, a pipe organ above the church suddenly played "Mendelssohn's Organ Sonata No. [-]".

"The 65th Symphony is Allegro." Salomon looked up at the organ.Only someone with magical vision could see that there was a big black man sitting there. Although Salomon couldn't see clearly what the man looked like, judging by the orange trench coat that never changed, it was Rodin.But Salomon had no idea that Rodin had such superb organ skills.Although he didn't know when Rodin arrived here and why he was here, these were not important. He just wanted to send this man out of the church now.Ordinary people should not get involved in these things.

The dazzling golden light shines down from the vault, and the light refracts back and forth between the gilt and copper-clad architectural decorations, driving away the cold moonlight and the darkness in the corners.But Salomon and the man next to him were both blinded by the bright light and could not open their eyes. Although the tear glands secreted liquid in time to try to compensate, their thin eyelids could not withstand the strong light at all, so they could only lower their heads and cover it with their hands.

But the golden light disappeared again, and the pale moonlight returned to the church.

"What happened? Why is the organ playing?"

Salomon suddenly felt more noisy with this person beside him.When the mystic got used to the light a little, he saw Bayonetta standing in front of the altar, leaping into the air and stepping on the head of the angel who had descended.She climbed up step by step on the angels, twisting her slender waist lightly in the air to avoid the sharp claws and weapons of the angels. She also took the opportunity to raise her long and powerful legs and kicked away an Affinity angel. The arm immediately grabbed the Affinity angel arm with amazing agility and flexibility.

Then, under the influence of gravity, she twisted the arm off as easily as twisting a towel.The angel's blood was splashed like a heavy rain, but before it hit the ground, it turned into golden light spots and rose up. The vault of the church was densely covered with golden light and white feathers, as if something was going on here, and it was a massacre. ,mass.

While there is bread and wine prepared for the Eucharist, angels have blood and flesh.

"Where has she gone?" The man leaned on the railing and looked down. "She, no, ran away again! That murderer! Isn't the rosemary scent still there! She's still here! She's hiding again?"

Salomon grabbed his scarf and pulled him behind him, otherwise the angel's golden spear head would pass through the top of his head.

"Stay here!" Salomon let go of him and stretched out his hands. Two orange rings appeared on his hands. "It's still quiet!"