Marvel Book of Magical Events

Salomon saw at a glance what the relationship between the guy who called himself a prophet and the boy was.

There are two symmetrical triangular imprints on the boy's forehead, and two triangles merged into a rhombus on the prophet's forehead; the device on the Waterfall Church has two symmetrical triangular imprints, and there is a diamond-shaped device on the floor tiles here, but it cannot be activated due to disrepair; in addition, the prophet is exactly the same as the boy in terms of hair color and pupil color.

So when the boy claims to have remembered who he is, Salomon pretty much knows who he is. It's just that neither the boy nor the mystic has time to stop and explore the mysteries of time, let alone conduct an in-depth criticism of the clothes taste of the guy who claims to be a prophet. It could also be that the boy is too shy to discuss the subject, the guy has really bad taste after all.

The mystic first followed the boy's guidance and threw him into a portal on a building wreck floating in the vast sea of ​​purple clouds. Then he stood at the portal and waited for Beunita. He didn't dive in until the witch walked into the portal. The masked sage and prophet followed closely, not intending to let the boy out of their sight.

The Prophet eagerly stepped through the portal, greeted by a glowing cloud of plasma.

The star-like high-temperature plasma hit the prophet's face solidly, to be precise, it hit the prophet's protective magic, only a little distance away from his skin. His reaction was fast enough, but even so the Prophet was having a hard time. When he reopened his eyes that were almost blinded by burning, he found that the nasty Kama Taj mystic had already walked into the next portal, and the high-temperature plasma weapon was hanging on his thigh.

This thing didn't exist at all before this, and it was obviously a weapon summoned by the mystic with magic.

The damned guy smiled at him very smugly before running away!

The Prophet was furious with the mystic who had deceived him. When he saw the boy guiding the witch and the mystic, he knew that the boy had recalled many things. The Prophet made up his mind to shut the boy up.

Where are they? The masked sage who walked into the portal asked in a deep voice.

The prophet pointed in one direction, and this time he planned to let the sage go first. The eyes behind the veiled sage's mask glanced at the prophet, and then walked in silently. The Seer followed in his footsteps, watching with great satisfaction as the masked sage scrambled to dodge the plasma. We must fail no more, Sage, said the Prophet, or you will never be able to take revenge.

The masked sage remained silent, then plunged headlong into the next portal.

Obviously, Salomon didn't just want to escape, he set traps at the entrance and exit of the portal. From dimensional pits covered by illusions, to simple hunting traps made with only a rope and a grenade, from acid pools summoned by magic, to small mines made of several explosive bombs, although these things cannot cause fatal damage to them, they can slow them down a little. Many of the less practical magics he had learned from the Karma Taj library also came into play, and he used anything that could be used to slow down the progress of prophets and sages.

He also tried to close the portal, but both the prophet and the sage were spellcasters, and he couldn't set up too powerful a forbidden magic because of the time constraints, so it didn't have much effect. Even after the sage and the prophet found that this road was blocked, they simply walked into another portal, and finally blocked the way of him and the witch. If the boy hadn't found another portal leading to the gate of hell, he and the sage might have had another fight.

The chase ended with reaching the finish line.

My mission is complete. The boy shrugged, I still have things to do in Fenbowent, let's go first!

Don't think about leaving, snotty brat. Salomon said in a deep voice. He held the boy tightly by the shoulders, We are going to save the soul of another witch, but only you can solve the final problem. Don't be stupid, you have already remembered who you are, and you also know what the final problem we face is. Whether it is a sage or a prophet, their goal is you, and you can't beat any of them.

Forgive me, isn't our cooperation over? The boy rolled his eyes, I'm confident I won't be caught by them.

This is not acceptable. Whether it is due to the responsibility of an adult or your key position in the whole thing, I don't agree with this approach. The mystic cast a glance at Beunita, The witch doesn't agree either. Before solving the matter of hell, I and the witch are responsible for your safety. The snot-nosed brat in the rebellious period, this matter is not negotiable.

Perhaps it was the chaotic time relationship of the planes piled up like soap bubbles, or maybe the trap of the mystic mage really played a role. The boy had time to cast spells to open the lower plane channel that was monitored by the witches. This gate made of black bones was built on the wreckage of the building, and endless sticky malice licked anyone who approached it like a tongue. When the gate of hell opened a small gap, a powerful suction swept in from behind the gate, and the vast sea of ​​dark purple clouds below seemed to be pulled, and a huge tornado extended from below like tentacles, and finally poured into the gate.

When the gate of hell was about to close, the sage and the prophet came out from the previous portal. All they saw was golden armor gleaming in the dark purple clouds. Before the prophet even had time to explain anything, the sage immediately plunged into the endless abyss behind the door without hesitation, completely ignoring what terrible things he would encounter behind the door.

The sky aircraft carrier and the sky battleship slowly passed through the sparkling portal. In the eyes of ordinary people, these three sky behemoths seemed to be invisible after being wrapped in sparks. Victoria Hand's nerves were tense. This was the first time that she and her intelligence department participated in such a major magical matter. Her task was to control the reconnaissance drones of the sky battleships Crossrose and Golden Lily. Everything was proceeding according to the order left by Salomon in the chain of command, and the sky carrier spit out dozens of assault transport boats full of armed personnel and headed straight for Finbowent Mountain. The special operations teams of the sisterhood and the intelligence department will respectively control the important nodes on Finnbowente Mountain, deploy anti-aircraft firepower, and cooperate with the sky battleship to wipe out all the extradimensional creatures that appear here.

Baron Mordo also participated as an advisor in this operation.

Not only did he have to supervise the battle of the Immortal City this time, but he also had to write a report for submission. He wants to demonstrate that the existence of the Immortal City can reduce the task pressure of Karma Taj, so as to silence those old guys who are dissatisfied with Salomon's establishment of a secular organization. This is an order from the supreme mage, so Modu is very serious. Kama Taj was not the only one involved in this mission, but also some mystic families closely related to Salomon. For example, Master Xiao Wang, who is now waiting for a fighter jet equipped with tactical nuclear weapons in the small town of Noah Doon.

The crossrose's broadside guns fired the first blow, precisely smashing a group of angels who were attacking the assault transport ship from the top of Finnbowente to pieces. Immediately afterwards, the Golden Lily also began to attack. Just like in the naval battle during World War II, the side guns of the battleship fired one after another, covering the assault transport boats to reach the mountainside of Finnbowente Mountain, and those assault transport boats that had completed their missions began to cut the angel group and use the firepower on the gunboat to concentrate on destroying the enemy.

This is a contest between technology and creatures in outer latitudes.

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