Marvel Magic Event Book

The damage caused by the witch was really shocking. Although the mystic mage standing in the square could not directly see the damage, judging from the real-time satellite images, the body of the Four Yuan De Angel destroyed more than one building.Salomon was once again glad that he had evacuated the crowd, otherwise the locals would most likely be buried in the ruins of the building without knowing it. Out of some unknown sense of responsibility, Salomon did not allow himself to Don’t do it when it’s time to avoid sacrifice.

Biochemical weapons leaks are a tried and tested excuse. No wonder SHIELD always used this excuse when they wanted to evacuate the scene in the past. They even used this excuse when Thor's hammer fell off, which made Salomon uncomfortable. The barbecue guy ran away.

Fighting against the Sage is extremely tiring, and the mental fatigue is far greater than the physical fatigue.Although Salomon has not opened too many stigmata due to his resistance, he still used a little more force when facing such a terrifying enemy.He needs to constantly cast his gaze into higher and deeper planes to observe the movements of the sage, and think about countermeasures, lay out traps between swords and guns, and consider how to lay the next trap after the trap is discovered.At the same time, his eyes in the real plane still need to keep a close eye on the enemy, and his brain needs to rely on past training to resist attacks.Therefore, when he closed the stigmata after the battle, he felt his brain was groggy, and he had to inject drugs through the power armor's life support system to try his best to maintain his mental state and calm his lungs and heart, which were about to explode and were almost burnt.

He needed to drink some water, the sweat circulating in the power armor wasn't enough for his body's functions.

The Mystic climbed onto the roof, casting spells to lighten his weight so as not to collapse the house that had been ravaged by his battle with the Sage.The violent energy in the Holy Sword gradually eased and cooled, and the smell of ozone in the air slowly dissipated, just as the anger contained in his emotions gradually subsided.He took off his scarred helmet, squinted his eyes, stood next to the witch and looked at the place in the distance where dust was slowly falling.

The witch quietly stretched her neck and sniffed his wet hair.

Perhaps due to hormones, Bayonetta especially liked the smell of Salomon's sweat, just like the noble ladies of ancient Rome were passionate about gladiator sweat. For her, it was the best aphrodisiac.Vice versa, Salomon also liked the smell of Bayonetta, which always reminded him of her skin, pillows and curtains, of gardens, perfume and the warm sunshine of the afternoon.Bayonetta only sweated a little, and the low temperature in the sky helped her eliminate the heat generated during the battle.He winked at Bayonetta and the witch licked her lips in response, both eager to get the mission over with.

There is no doubt that the Four Yuan De Angel is dead, and it is impossible for an angel whose status is lower than Madam Butterfly to withstand such a terrible attack.But Salomon didn't think that the sage would die so easily. Even if he was smashed into the ground by the angel's body, the caster would still have enough means to escape, not to mention the sage family that has always been shrouded in the fog of history. ; Even if the enemy is burned hot by the angel's blood and smoke is billowing out, even if all the living creatures in the big pit are crushed and scorched, the sage still has enough means to survive, because the witch family can do Yes, the sage family is no exception.

He chewed over the battle a few minutes ago, and always felt that the sage did not seem to fight him with all his strength. Whether it was sophisticated fighting methods or powerful summoning spells, it proved that the sage could fight better.Their battle did not even destroy the square - according to the mystic's original expectation, the lovely marble statue fountain on the other side of the square was not only blown off a statue head, but should be broken into stones.His losses should also be more than just parts of the power armor.He was prepared to endure the pain of broken bones and torn muscles, and even the pain of having his internal organs minced, and then relied on the violence and brutality pumped into his veins, and relied on duty and tenacity to continue fighting.

However, none of this happened. Even the power armor still maintained its most basic functions, with only muscle soreness and dizziness caused by excessive lactic acid and lack of oxygen.Although such pain is enough for ordinary people to lie in a hospital bed to heal the dissolved muscles and internal organs, for Salomon this is just a high-intensity warm-up.No matter how much he hates stigmata, the Mystic Mage has to be grateful that he has something that can reveal his own essence. When the Earth Mother created him, he ranked knowledge and power first, although in a certain sense Say, there is actually no difference between the two.

"The sage is definitely not dead." Salomon said to the witch, "Where has that guy gone? Why doesn't he continue to attack us?"

"Let's go quickly!" the boy urged. "Whether that guy is dead or not, we have to go to the Falls Church."

Salomon glanced at him.

The boy watched the whole battle between him and the sage, faced the roar of the collision of swords and guns, and even saw the light of the stigmata.However, at this moment he looked very healthy, not deaf, not blind, and not crazy or screaming, just like an ordinary little boy.What is ordinary at this abnormal moment is the most extraordinary phenomenon.

"Did you remember anything?" the Mystic Mage asked, "I mean, about yourself. Stop lying. Have you forgotten that the Sage's target is you? Bayonetta and I risked our lives to protect you. , in exchange, you must tell the truth. Believe me, the Waterfall Church is not difficult to find, because there is something called a mobile phone and Google Maps in this world, and we can see it even if we fly up."

Salomon's words seemed to elicit another reaction from the boy.

Although the boy thought hard and the mystic secretly cast spells to probe his mind, the results were unclear.Even if Salomon was smart enough to dissect other people's minds, he could never probe into a blank slate—the boy really couldn't remember much.The Mystic Mage only saw a boy who looked exactly like him, except for the color of his clothes, saying something to him, but both the background and the voice were blurry, as if he had sunk to the bottom of a pond overgrown with algae. The Mystic Mage All that was heard was a muffled, depressing murmur, like bubbles rising to the surface with oily, fetid sludge.He had seen this scene before, which was the image shown when the boy had his first headache. However, even the boy himself did not know what it meant.

I have to say, this is quite frustrating.

"The only thing this little thing can be sure of now is that there is indeed a passage to the upper and lower planes on Fenbowent Mountain." The witch looked at the boy who was holding his head in pain and said, "Although the appearance of the sage is very unexpected, But don’t forget that our mission is to go to hell to rescue Joan of Arc’s soul. As for why the sage wanted to kill this boy, we can talk about it later.”

Salomon put on his helmet again, and the blood-red eyepiece on the golden eagle helmet stared directly at the boy.

He pointed his finger at the eyepiece, meaning "I'll watch you."The boy snorted in dissatisfaction, but did not object because he also knew that this transaction was not fair. The mystic and the witch paid much more than he gave.