Marvel Magic Event Book

The crazy woman's stupid eyes widened, as if her brain could not understand what the person in front of her was doing, or why her good friend Salomon put down everything in his hands and used his eyes that penetrated his soul. Trying to penetrate the fog of her mind.

All he got was straightforwardness, as cold and straightforward as a piece of pure marble.

There is no dampness and filth hidden in the folds, only simple and direct thoughts.This poor woman's brain was burned out, her soul was completely baptized by huge power, and her personality was crushed into tiny dust by the vast truth.Salomon didn't know what she was like originally or what kind of character she had. All he saw was dust covering the marble, as if it only needed a slightly heavier breath to erase it.

She became like this because of him.The thought suffocated Salomon.

The reason this woman became like this was to convey some message to him.If he gained the support of the universe, the mad woman would become his helper, interpreting visions and visions for him.He was angry, even in a way he couldn't have been if he hadn't been able to completely save everyone on his mission.Every person he kills has a way of dying, every sacrifice he makes is justified, and every punishment he inflicts is deserved.

Only this thing and the existence of this woman constantly reminded him that if he could not complete that great plan, then everyone might become like this woman and become a doll and tool of some gods.He knew very well that this debt was on his head and he would take good care of her because it was a debt he owed.He wanted to stay away from this woman, not out of some kind of disgust, but out of despair, like the despair of a fatalist in the face of fate.It was like hot poison flowing through his body, scalding his blood vessels and making him nauseous. His nose was filled with the smell of ash.

Every advanced civilization will inevitably come into contact with the existence of the spiritual world when it develops to a certain stage. The Shi'ar Empire, which is close to the "Dream Curtain", uses strict rule, praises the two primitive gods, and prohibits artistic creation to make its people Away from the endless malice lurking beneath the cloak of reality; the Skrulls worshiped their gods before they lost their homeland, embracing corruption without looking back until the Skrulls' so-called gods were slain.But even when they were wandering around, they still did not forget the so-called "oracle" and wanted to revive the Skrull race on the earth; the Kree planned to solve the problem through scientific means and trace back the creation of the Kree ancestors by the Celestials. genetic engineering to create a super artificial intelligence that controls the Kree Empire, intending to solve the problems of the spiritual world by ruling the real universe.

In addition, there are many unknown small races, which either embrace the spiritual world and are complacent about the talents given by another world; or desperately want to resist, and in the worst case are completely destroyed, with only orphans surviving in the world; or pretend to turn a blind eye to the facts and wait for destruction to come.

Salomon learned the lessons from those alien races and summed up his own path.

"Didn't we agree to watch TV series together, Salomon?" The mad woman twisted on the sofa uneasily.Her dusty persona responded with a bland, "Are we in a no-blink contest?"

"Yes." The mystic mage forced a smile.He blinked, regained his composure, dug out the despair and emotion from his brain, crushed it on his fingers like a biscuit, and threw it aside like trash.He straightened his spine again - he would never admit defeat, even if his opponent was a so-called god.This is the purpose for which He was created, and this is His eternal duty.He wields his sword like a miser, trying to drive away any creature that touches the human race and pollutes its purity.He looked down upon the Inhumans because they were just a bunch of mongrel slaves; he looked down on the Asgardians who claimed to be gods, thinking they were just a bunch of real-life creatures with crazy divine blood; he looked down even more The Eternals created by the Celestial Group believe that they are just tools used by the Celestial Group to maintain their rule. They are a group of talking and walking wrenches. There is nothing that can be called noble in their thoughts.

His watch will be longer than that of the Sorcerer Supreme, and his responsibilities will be far greater than any responsibility Karma Taj continues to bear to this day.His Holiness has already revealed to him that the plan will not be completed easily - for more than 500 years, he will suffer eternal pain on earth and dedicate everything he has to this race.That's why he so greedily desires everything he loves in life now.He had repeatedly thought about whether what he had done was worth it, but countless prophecies and visions reminded him that he had only one choice.A wizard who doesn't believe in fate finally embarks on the path of destiny. This is simply the worst black humor joke he has ever seen.

"You lose!" the mad woman shouted happily like a child.

Salomon still smiled, but the meaning was completely different from before.His plans might need to be modified, and he was sure he could find a way.As he told His Holiness, his plan would be meaningless if he reduced the number of gods who could control human destiny from several to one.

"Yes, I lost," he said softly, "So what does the winner want?"

Guard Zero frowned.

His long sword was placed on the weapon rack beside him, and his light armor was covered with traces of when he fought his way out of the library of the nobles of the Shi'ar Empire.His bolter was disassembled into hundreds of parts, which he wiped and maintained with a soft, grease-soaked cloth.The cabinet next to the weapons rack contains the trophies from his last trial. The cabinets treated with secret techniques can preserve the trophies for a long time - the human-like skulls of the Shi'ar nobles have bird-like hollow bones, which have been acid-washed. Afterwards, the white, flawless, pointed crest that was stripped off in advance was glued to the top of the skull, indicating the former status of the owner of this skull.His loyal servant "Old Kada" was unfortunately killed the moment he completed his mission. He died at the hands of the Shi'ar nobles who "Old Kada" wanted to take revenge on. Zero regretted that he could not recover the servant's body.

Now he believed what "Old Kada" said.

"Old Kada" indeed once served as an elite soldier of the Shi'ar Empire.Even though he was malnourished and disease-ridden for a long time, he still used the knife given by Zero to kill the noble bodyguard before he died, buying time for the Praetorian Guard Zero to retreat to the space port.Guards No. [-] lowered his head and continued to wipe his firearm. The terrifying methods taught to him by his master were simply the most universal language in the universe. With the super power brought by genes, he used this weapon that was difficult for ordinary people to use. The raised bolt gun played a huge role when he robbed the merchant ship, allowing him to hijack the small cargo ship as quickly as possible and reach the planned evacuation point.

As long as he can complete the next trial, he can put on the golden armor that belongs to him, get a name, and become a real Praetorian Guard.