Marvel Magic Event Book

“I don’t want to go to Karma Taj!”

Salomon put Merlin on the assault transport boat with a gloomy look.He would personally transport the troublemaker until the Master could see Merlin. "Don't scream." He faced Merlin with no courtesy towards his elders. A glass of juice was more than Merlin deserved. "Otherwise, I'll call Balthazar."

Merlin suddenly slumped.His disciple had endured his pranks for more than 1000 years, which made him afraid to face Balthazar. "Isn't he living a good life now?" Merlin, who was getting younger and younger, muttered in a low voice, "He has a wife now, I..."

"I'm sure he'd be happy to beat you up, Master Merlin."

"Please, don't let me go to Kama Taj!" Merlin didn't have the grace that an elder should have. When he saw that the situation was not going well, he immediately put on a sloppy expression, as if Salomon didn't agree to him, he would Lying on the ground waving his hands and feet. "I can help you train spellcasters!" he shouted, "One! No, two! Two top spellcasters!"

"Then you took him to En-Gale, right?" With the Supreme Mage's advice, Salomon knew that he couldn't believe Merlin's lies. "You first tell me how to see the Earth Mother Goddess." The Mystic Mage said, "I know that En-Galai is short of manpower to guard the seal of Sithorne, but I think I can solve this problem. Not now, but in the future .”

"I don't know!" Merlin seemed to really want to lie down and roll around.But under Salomon's stern gaze, he ultimately did not do so. "The floor is too cold. It's made of iron plates." He coughed twice, straightened his clothes and sat next to Salomon. "The Earth Mother knows your recent results, and I have already reported them to Him... Don't be surprised, I What I am best at is prophecy. Don’t you remember the prophecy of the red dragon that I told Vortigern?”

When Salomon wasn't paying attention, Merlin put his palm on his forehead.

"prophecy!"

Salomon opened his eyes with difficulty, and found himself lying on the exquisite marble floor, with the blood-red sunset shining in from the round stained window in front.This may be a religious place, with long flags hanging on both sides. Salomon can vaguely make out crosses, lilies, skulls and eagles.Several ropes hung from the wooden beams, and a black figure hung at the end of each rope. Blood dripped from the corpse's feet to the ground.Tick ​​tock.Before he could come to his senses, the scene in front of him changed again - he saw a woman kneeling and crying in front of several mounds of soil, with wooden crosses inserted on them, illuminated by the pale winter sun. The grave and the fire burning in the distance.He walked forward unconsciously, his nose filled with the stench of burnt flesh and blood. He saw flames pouring down the river. Fires spread in both clouds and streams, and even the water in the rocks was absorbed. Evaporated, countless people were crying, with flames coming out of their mouths and eyes; then, he saw night falling - it was not a peaceful summer night, nor a harsh winter night, but a silent night.There were no stars, uneasiness was rolling in the air, pale and enchanting flowers bloomed in silence, and will-o'-the-wisps lit up at his feet.

He was startled and quickly moved a step aside.He found himself wearing a robe that reached down to his feet, with a gold belt tied around his chest.

The night comes alive, and more and more will-o'-wisps light up.He saw boulders scattered in the open field not far away, and branches broken by violence were scattered there, as if a storm had gone through here, or a giant had vented his anger after being imprisoned for thousands of years.The lightning and thunder had faded away, the horn sounded, and he looked at the shadowy figure in the distance in panic.Those figures gathered more and more, swarming towards him like a tide.

These are dead people.From the ruthless tyrants of ancient times to the flamboyant court prostitutes, from the Viking armor-wearing kings to the Oriental turban-clad sultans, from the nobles wearing curlers to the humble dung collectors, dense crowds of dead people walked around him. Pass.They were saying something, but Salomon couldn't hear it clearly.They open their dry mouths and push the people in front of them like gravel. The vulgar desires that once filled their eyes are filled with dullness and stiffness. Their cheekbones are high and their faces are full of disease.The once gorgeous clothes became tattered, and the tattered clothes were hung casually on the body. The poor British people wore dirty mourning clothes full of soot stains and soot, and the French people wore patched shirts and hats. Mixed together, as if something was chasing them behind them.

"Huh——" He struggled to swim up, as if he was under water.

Salomon woke up from his reverie and tried to stand up from his chair, but was pulled back by his seat belt.He was sweating profusely and a little shaken.He waved his hand, refusing to let the android come forward to help him.Salomon quickly regained his composure, the assault craft's air-conditioning system hissing, cooling the sweat on his back.

"I didn't expect that you would use illusions to confuse me." Salomon said with a gloomy face, "No wonder His Holiness said that your prank is quite bad."

"This is not a prank." Merlin said with an indifferent expression, as if what just happened was as ordinary as eating a piece of cake. "This is a prophecy, child." He said, "It's just not necessarily your prophecy, it may be someone else's prophecy. I don't know what it is, I only know that it is what you should see. I remember that there was a time Do you always have nightmares? Dreaming that you are on the edge of the harbor - this is the follow-up to that dream. Essentially, it is the information brought to you by your stigmata, but for the sake of your mental state, your teacher invites I blocked part of it. In other words, you have been affected by my spell."

"Am I affected by your spell?" Salomon couldn't believe it. "Then how could I not detect this kind of spell that affects the mind?"

"Not a mind-affecting spell, but a protection spell. I combined this spell with the protection spell your teacher cast for you, so you couldn't detect it. I don't think you checked the spell that the Supreme Mage placed on you. A spell?"

"Avoid virtual locations and counterattacks sought by prophecies..."

"It seems that you still have some skills." Merlin tapped Salomon's ring. "The essence of this spell is the same as those of these three rings. They are both tools for stabilizing stigmata. But the method of stabilization is not the same as these three rings. The effect of a ring is so long-lasting, and the symbolic meaning is not that much. Do you know why the stigmata brings high fever? It is because of the nature of the stigmata..."

"You talk too much!" The Supreme Mage slapped the folding fan on the table, interrupting Merlin's speech. "Salomon is a human being." His Holiness warned Merlin very seriously, "I believe he is, and he also thinks he is, then he will always be!"

"You have the final say." Merlin shrugged, "It's not me who ignores the objective facts."

"This is Karma Taj's philosophy." The venerable glanced at Merlin. "You go out first." His Holiness said to Salomon, "There are some things you will only know at the right time."

Salomon nodded and left the meditation room.He saw the apprentices gathered in the martial arts training field, watching the assault transport craft driven by the androids. "I think every mystic should be equipped with a gun." Salomon said to Mordo, "Or a metal staff can also be used, the kind that can shoot bullets."

Morduquan thought Salomon was talking nonsense.