Marvel Magic Event Book

The town was rebuilt once after being abandoned, and then abandoned here for unknown reasons. Therefore, Salomon and Wanda can see here a mixture of different architectural styles from the [-]th and [-]th centuries. .The rotten old inn at the entrance of the town exuded a terrible musty smell. Under the illumination of the magic light ball, rodents jumped out in panic.The signboard of the inn was blurry, and many of the tables and chairs that had not been cleaned were covered with mud. It was like the terrible smell emanating from an ancient tomb rushed straight into the nose.New England's extreme temperature changes have turned the place into a pest's nest. All the furniture has long been twisted and twisted, and the well-preserved mirror lies on the floor, covered with rat droppings.Wanda covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief. She supported Salomon's arm so that she did not fall on the collapsed ceiling due to the sudden earthquake.

"There's nothing to see here." Salomon helped Wanda leave the inn.This is a forgotten place, and even the oldest people in the surrounding areas cannot recall the rumors about it.This is a cursed place. Even the naughtiest children will subconsciously stay away from this ominous place. Even the homeless homeless people are not willing to rest here.The other shops in the town were not much better. All the buildings were in Puritan style, and the furniture from the [-]th century was priceless today. After Salomon and Wanda walked in, they did not find any traces of theft, as if Thieves don't want to visit here.Almost all the glass is intact, except for the dust covering it, and there are even very few spider webs.

There were no bodies, and the whole town was deserted overnight.The only inhabitants here are rats, no insects, no birds, and no one knows what they eat to survive.

The church in the center of the town is the most eerie building in the town. The Puritan-style white wooden spire has been eroded gray by rain.The rusty copper bell is tilted and may fall at any time, and the hinged windows of the church are rotten and black.The rusty hinges couldn't stop the mystic, but the disgusting smell of decay in the church always irritated his nerves.Salomon reminded Wanda to be more vigilant and cast a spell to protect the two of them.The rusty hinges made an alarming creaking sound, like a bell in this extremely silent town.

There was another minor earthquake, and dust fell like raindrops from the church roof.Compared to the stench of the material world, the church in the eyes of the two casters was more dirty. The sour smell that only the spirit body could smell was almost blinding.Salomon recited a spell, and the brightness of the magic light ball suddenly increased.Like thunder exploding on the ground, the dazzling white light instantly illuminated the entire church, allowing the casters to witness the full view of the church in the indelible darkness - rows of dusty benches sitting silently below, oak trees A custom-made pulpit stands at the other end of the church.Salomon noticed a light-colored square frame on the wall, as if something had once hung there.He walked up to the mark and roughly measured its size with his fingers.

If he guessed correctly, the painting placed in the trunk of the car should have come from this place.

Salomon heard Wanda let out a dull intake of breath.

"I've seen that pulpit, where James Boone stood." A voice of horror came from behind the handkerchief, so much so that Salomon had to pat Wanda on the back to comfort her. "I recognize the symbol, too, the inverted cross. And the strange artwork," she said. "And the book on the pulpit...that's the one you're looking for, DeVermisMysteriis."

Low chants echoed in the cursed church, chants full of fear and longing.She heard echoes from the ground, vicious squirming sounds sliding beneath her feet, and gray goo gushing from between the rotten wooden floors.She felt a shiver run up from the soles of her feet to her scalp.She saw a crazy black-haired man break into the church, lie down on the pulpit, and recite filthy prayers loudly.Countless shadowy figures that did not look like humans sat on the benches, cheering wildly.A flock of North American nighthawks flew past the window, making a devilish cry.

Fear is coming!The earth rises!The shadowy madman laughs crazily!The living dead crawl out of the ground!A pus-covered gray monster leaps from the ground!

There was another earthquake, far stronger than the previous one and lasted longer.

In a daze, Wanda saw the inverted cross hanging high falling.

Immediately afterwards, a ray of golden light pierced the dusty glass, high-pitched hymns drove away the blasphemous prayers, and the shadows screamed and turned into smoke.All illusions dissipate like ink dripping into the sea.There is no need for magical light orb illumination, Salomon himself, who has unlocked the stigmata, is the source of light.The sour smell like spoiled milk on the etheric level was expelled, and the corners shrouded in darkness were no longer deep and terrifying.Only the musty smell brought by time still lingers here, but because of Salomon's presence, it has become as warm as a dusty and relit fireplace.

"You have fallen into an illusion again, Wanda." Although the mystic mage lowered his voice.But in Wanda's ears, his voice resounded throughout the church, pulling her out of her chaotic thoughts.The mystic mage withdrew his worried gaze.Like the traces on the wall, a book once stood on the pulpit. "Perhaps the thing we are looking for was once placed here, but we don't know where the book is now." He said in a warning tone, "Don't fall into the illusion anymore, we don't need your inspiration, it is chaos. Curse. Every vision that seems to work is a crisis of falling into darkness. The risk is always with us. Control yourself, otherwise you will fall sooner or later. You should know that if you fall, I will do something What happened. Don’t make me do something like that, Wanda.”

His warning made Wanda feel confused.

Temperance is the first lesson for all spellcasters. Every potential spellcaster is a person with talents. Constraining one's talents is the only way to avoid falling into darkness.Salomon taught Wanda more than once, but the inspiration brought by the magic of chaos made her unable to resist.But that feeling was beautiful, like the breeze blowing across the green lake in the morning, like the lingering lust in the aphrodisiac incense, whether it was mentally or physically, the magic power brought her an unparalleled experience when it passed by.

"You really don't know?" she asked with some dissatisfaction, "You really don't know what it feels like?"

"I know what it feels like. Temptation, as if everything is within reach, all joy and dreams are at your fingertips." He seemed to be talking about a dream rather than what happened to him. "It took me many years to Slowly let go of this feeling.”

"But I don't have many years!" The witch involuntarily raised her voice, "The time I have been exposed to magic is not as long as the time it takes you to learn to read a book! I am just a beginner!"

The mystic mage seemed to be choked. He didn't seem to expect that the well-behaved apprentice would speak like this.

He was silent for a moment.

"I apologize to you, Wanda. I was too impatient." Although the mystic mage who turned on the stigmata did not have much expression and his tone was extremely calm, Wanda still heard the sincerity in it.The light gradually fades, but darkness will not return here. "We will find a way to help you complete this lesson." The mystic mage regained his humanity.He took the sobbing witch's hand.The unattainable statue disappeared, and standing here was the gentle and understanding Salomon.

"Take your time, but don't give up, okay?"