Marvel Magic Event Book

Wanda yawned and walked into the restaurant stepping on the corpses of Santa Claus and reindeer dolls. The broken plastic toys hidden in the carpet touched the soles of her feet, which made her suddenly wake up.The vinyl record hummed outdated Hollywood movie theme songs over and over again, and the warm air smelled of old film.

She wore a thick cotton nightgown with a strawberry pattern that seemed to match the color of her hair.Before going to bed last night, she was surprised to find that the toiletries in her bathroom were exactly the same brand as the ones she used.She and Salomon purchased most of the toiletries she used when she moved into the penthouse together, but she just didn't expect Salomon to remember her preferences.Wanda was very touched by the care from others, especially after Pietro had some other ideas and abandoned the path Salomon had chosen for him. The two Maximovs had to go in completely opposite directions.The same scent helped her fall asleep on the unfamiliar pillow, so much so that she didn't even realize she was no longer in her apartment when she walked out of the room.

She was still a little confused when she opened her eyes, until the aroma of grease, sugar and tea rushed into her brain.

"Hurry up, don't let Dinah's fried bacon get cold." The mystic who was sitting on the soft chair asked Wanda to sit next to him.He was holding a newspaper, and the charming aroma of black tea with sugar bloomed in the ceramic cup in front of him.Seeing Wanda wake up, Salomon covered the third page of the Sun with inconspicuousness.Dinah, who was wearing high heels, was holding a plate and quietly walked to Wanda and put down the plate.This kind of intimate service made the little witch panic again. After all, she had never been served by a servant. Even after yesterday's dinner service, she could not adapt to such an intimate attitude.

"When you finish breakfast, we can start training." Salomon said.

"Where are your...girlfriends (plural)?" Wanda asked.

"They went to pick up customized jewelry, and I arranged for the sisters to protect them. Although they don't need protection, having someone to help can save them a lot of trouble." Salomon said lightly.It's not like he hasn't hacked the witch's suitors to death, but after all, whether it's shooting or chopping in the street, it's a bit inhumane. It's more convenient to bomb them directly with a rocket launcher. "They will be back before lunch time," he said. "When you finish the course, you will also study science. You have time to think about what major you want to study. My recommendation is mathematics and classics. After all, your The Latin course is almost complete."

"Does every magician have to go to college?" Wanda asked with a smile.

She had long known that this was a negative answer, because she had come into contact with some mystics during her stay at Karma Taj. Not all of those mystics were from prestigious schools. Salomon, who had such a talent in a secular university, Degree mystics are in the minority.

Salomon wrinkled his nose. "I don't care about other people. It's stupid to say that reading is useless, and people who believe it are even stupider." He alluded to Pietro's stupid behavior.He didn't say it directly because he didn't want the incident between Maximov's blood relatives to affect Wanda's mood. "Reason and knowledge are always important, aren't they?"

"My lord!" The sound of a heavy object falling on the floor suddenly sounded and approached quickly.The Imperial Guards in golden armor strode into the apartment, their crimson robes filled with strong winds, like a tank moving at full speed, like a heavy hammer suddenly swinging down.Constantine's voice was urgent, "Emergency situation, communication from Kama Taj."

"Say." Salomon put down the newspaper and his expression changed from light to serious.

"Upper plane creatures have begun to appear in New York in small numbers." Constantine said, "The New York Temple has taken emergency measures, and the temple deacons have gone to the shallow etheric plane to observe the situation."

Salomon closed his eyes and released his feelings.

Wanda also followed the method he taught, and she felt something hot was floating in the sky above New York, constantly making piercing cries like a baby.This is a body made up of thoughts, a spiritual body made up of extreme emotions. Wanda could not bear the torture that penetrated her brain, and she withdrew from the state of concentration that the caster should have maintained.Salomon saw more. He was familiar with this feeling because he had encountered such an enemy more than once.

It stands to reason that these creatures should have fallen apart long ago and been swallowed up completely by the turbulent astral plane, or they could be completely extinct because they could not produce new angels and were constantly hunted by witches.But now the creatures appearing in the sky over New York have shattered his conjectures. Invisible things that cannot be seen by the naked eye are constantly pouring out.

Perhaps it was because of which church held a Christmas mass that the birdman who was originally wandering in the shallow ether found his way to the real world.The only consolation is that those creatures have not yet taken on true form.

Damned folly, damned superstition a thousand times over!

Salomon scanned the city with his arcane eyes, trying to figure out whether this was a sudden phenomenon caused by an ordinary tide in the Sea of ​​Souls, or whether it was a premeditated attack.His eyes followed the footsteps of the witch. It was obvious that both Bayonetta and Joan of Arc realized that something was wrong. They both raised their heads and looked at the sky, looking for traces of their mortal enemy.It had been a long time since they had killed with their own hands. Bayonetta raised her head, a smile on her face hidden by the brim of her wide white wide-brimmed hat. Joan of Arc even started the motorcycle eagerly, intending to run her over to death. The first enemy found.

The witches noticed Salomon's gaze, and Bayonetta said hello to his secret eye.

"What is that?" Wanda asked breathlessly.

"Angel, there is no good thing." Salomon curled his lips and opened his eyes to the real world. "These guys are so suitable for the occasion, today is Christmas! Are they planning to come to the real plane today to give gifts? I don't think their wings can be stuffed into the chimney, not to mention they are not wearing hats."

"My lord, you can tell jokes later." Constantine wore a helmet and couldn't see his expression clearly. "Kama Taj asked you if you can help solve this problem... Yes, you heard it right, it was a question. Today’s Temple Keeper is Master Daniel.”

"Old guy, only now do you know how to please me." Instead of being as nervous as Wanda imagined, Salomon stuffed a strip of bacon into his mouth.Whether it was a premeditated attack or an unexpected incident, the angels who suddenly appeared only played a small role. Even Kama Taj was only investigating the cause rather than taking action directly.Understanding the source of the matter first is what Karma Taj should do.

"Maybe these are just some dead angels. I've told Bayonetta and Joan of Arc that they can kill as much as they want, and trust me, they love it." He said, "Constantine, look at my armor repairs Are you done? Also make sure your armor is fully charged, we may have to fight side by side. Wanda, are you interested in a practical lesson?"

First there was a buzz like thousands of bees, and then it was drowned in the music playing in the store, and no one paid attention.It wasn't until the shop window glass began to tremble, the gorgeous jewelry trembled like a heart, and the noise of industry and flames obscured the cheerful and light festive atmosphere. Only then did someone look up at the place where the sound came from - it was a gray fighter jet. It was speeding towards Fifth Avenue.

New Yorkers already have experience, and living in this troubled city requires experience.Whether it was a terrorist attack or an alien invasion, as early as the moment the plane appeared, alert New Yorkers screamed and ran away, even if they didn't know what was happening, panicking like a group of screaming chickens.They flocked to subways and buildings, trying to escape the flames and fast-flying debris from the plane explosion.