Marvel Book of Magical Events

Stephen Strange! This voice instantly silenced the apprentices who were discussing in low voices in the library. Everyone turned their heads to the desk by the window and glanced at the man with his head buried behind a book. Stephen Strange, come and report to me. The librarian kept urging, and finally made the man's dark curls bounce. At this moment, the librarian finally spotted the lazy man, and he strode forward. At this moment, Stephen Strange also noticed a chubby Asian man with an anxious face following him in the library. Don't delay!

What's the matter? the former doctor asked.

You don't need to know now, Wang interjected. He looked Stephen Strange up and down. A tough style is not common in Kama Taj, and Wang is definitely not one of them, because it is not in line with his creed of enjoying life. However, at this moment, he behaves as if something terrible has happened, unwilling to be quiet in the Spend one more minute in the library and it's like the floor is getting hot under your feet. You follow me. He turned and left, Have more confidence. You need to learn a lot of knowledge in a very short period of time.

I am learning knowledge. Although Stephen Strange said so, he still followed. Your friend, the future big man asked me to study hard. He said, Now you have dragged me out of the library... I am studying the work on runes, using folklore papers on Google Scholar. References.”

Master Wang did not respond to Stephen Strange's sense of humor, but led him into a martial arts training ground that had been abandoned in the past but was now renovated. A Guardsman with black shoulder armor came forward and pointed at the aircraft the size of a fighter jet on the central apron of the martial arts training ground not far away. A fortress-type automatic combat robot was standing aside, with two arms on his shoulders. The giant muzzle on the arm has been raised, and the sensor array on the head is always monitoring and scanning everything within the fire range. Hurry up, we're pressed for time. The communication grille on the Warden's neckplate amplified his voice above the roar of the engine. The Guards didn't care about Stephen Strange's flinching when he saw him, but forcefully pushed a data pad to him, Get on the plane now, you must take this time to learn the knowledge here.

What's the use of this? Stephen Strange opened the data pad, and extremely detailed and complex three-dimensional modeling graphics came into view. It took him two seconds to realize that this was an organ with very clear blood vessels. Every time he clicked on a part, there would be detailed notes explaining the role and data of each part of the organ. At the same time, there is an automatically generated diagnosis and treatment recommendations.

This is not a human organ! he protested. Is this an organ of some magical animal? I am not a veterinarian!

Shut up and get on the plane!

The Praetorian Guards did not board the plane with them, but rode their own anti-gravity jet motorcycles, chasing the Eraser fighters from behind. The aircraft did not pass through Mount Everest, but penetrated into the clouds full of snow powder, and then flew along the ridge at an alarming speed. This is my first time overlooking the Himalayas from a high altitude. Stephen Strange had to admit that he had never seen such a magnificent scenery. For some reason, Master Wang prohibited him from going to the cockpit to see the pilot, but he also believed that this completely undecorated plane would certainly not have various services like a private jet. where are we going?

Air defense identification code ████·Delta·███, level crimson, Praetorian Order number ███·███ Master Wang put on his earphones and spoke an instruction. After receiving the reply, Master Wang relaxed, and then the aircraft accelerated again. The heat erupted from the engine melted the icy clouds and then quickly condensed into two white condensation clouds. Now you need to read the documents. Master Wang frowned. You will find that you need that knowledge when you land. I know you can do it, as long as you show the energy you had in medical school.

The only lighting facility here is a brazier. The guardians stretch out their pale and thin arms forward from their black robes. Through the firelight, you can almost see the blood vessels under the thin, almost translucent skin. The golden giant as majestic as a Titan strode out of the lightless passage. The dim deep purple light flickered in the passage behind him. He passed without hesitation through the group of humble microorganisms that could only reach their waist armor. The giant didn't care about their prayers at all and didn't stop. The hot blood dripped on the bare heads of the guardian tribe inadvertently, scalding their fragile skin like boiling water. These deaf, blind and mute watchers did not care about the pain, but followed the guidance in their souls and followed closely behind the giant, like dark clouds following stars, but extremely quiet, even the sound of footsteps was no louder than the heartbeat. How many.

The giant was covered in blood.

There is the blood of his enemies, his blood, and the blood of the things that his hands have created.

The Praetorian Guard Supiluliumas was lying in his arms at the moment, the golden armor was twisted and scorched, the exquisite reliefs and gems were covered with ashes, the cables were broken and flashing with sparks, and the electronic components and The mechanical components continued to emit burning and pungent smoke. The helmets equipped with a large number of advanced technologies were taken off and thrown aside. The crimson robes worn by the Imperial Guards outside their armors had been mostly destroyed by the supernatural fire, and the rest Part of it is soaked in blood with a large amount of adrenaline and other endocrine hormones as well as the smell of combat chemicals. The supernatural power on the abdominal wound has been dispelled, but the wound that cut off a large number of blood vessels, muscles, and internal organs is not so easy to stop all bleeding. The modified organs and the power armor life support system automatically make diagnoses, and use a large amount of secreted emergency substances and injections. The medicine that entered the blood worked hard to maintain vital signs. Supiluliumas had entered an artificial dormant state created by the new brain organ to maintain life. Except for the rumbling of multiple hearts and breathless breathing, he did not send out any updates. Many voices.

The emperor held a ball of golden light in one hand, which was the soul and life of Supiluliumas. He was here, and he would not allow any of the Praetorian Guards to die in such humiliation.

The high priest of the Sola Red Forest Druid Order is waiting. All necessities including examination equipment, surgical equipment and medicines have been prepared. The mechanical arm that acts on the power armor has also been activated, ready to serve the recipient on the operating table at any time. Implement the optimal disassembly plan. Two guardsmen rolled a gurney to the emperor and took away the seriously injured Supiluliumas. From this moment on, all equipment and personnel began to operate with extremely high efficiency, covering an area of The three-hundred-square-meter stone room immediately became an operating room. The only person who was incompatible here was the helpless Stephen Strange - he was going crazy with fear. Whether he was a caretaker or a servitor, it was almost a nightmare for ordinary people. exist. Now he doesn't know which is more terrifying, a human without eyes and tongue, unable to distinguish between male and female, or a half-human with frontal lobes removed, a large number of implants installed, and nutrient solution flowing in the blood vessels.

I am the chief surgeon, and you will be my deputy. The emperor said, I hope you have learned the relevant knowledge.

I am a cripple now. Stephen Strange took courage. You must have a better candidate.

The better candidate has a job to do. The emperor walked into the room sealed with prefabricated panels and filled with electrostatically filtered and sterilized air, and the robotic arm began to perform cleaning and disassembly procedures. More than a minute later, the emperor walked out with several servitors wrapped in orange-red heavy-duty protective suits. He was wearing a green surgical suit and raised his hands from the seal in front of Stephen Strange. The glass passage passes through an airtight stainless steel explosion-proof door and is cleaned with disinfectant liquid. Everything here is set up according to the specifications of a level 4 biochemical laboratory. The wounded enter from the other end and meet the sterilized medical staff in the operating room. The automatic surgical robot that recorded the Imperial Army's surgical plan is not here. Stephen Strange heard the emperor's voice from the earphones, So I need a deputy, not a nurse who hands the scalpel, those working servitors can Done. I want a deputy, you understand? I need your surgical creativity, Stephen Strange.

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