The traveler's worn cloak collapsed, and billows of light gray soot billowed out.
The soot collapsed in front of the fire, condensed, and melted into giant gray-black wolves. The thick shadows and gray frost lingered around them, as if they themselves were phantoms. The strange traveler stepped forward.
With one step, the soot giant wolves immediately grinned, revealing their white teeth, and whined threatening sounds from their throats. He pushed aside his cloak, revealing the giant sword hidden under the worn and rough cloth, and golden flames rolled from the scabbard.
Pouring out, Maximus saw the air distorted by the heat, and the terrifying flames instantly ignited the dense forests shrouded in darkness on both sides of the road. At this moment, Maximus's eyes widened as a brief sharp pain swept through his body, but
A soft voice kept reminding him, asking him to sit by the campfire and stay away from the golden flames.
The gray ice on the ground melted, evaporated, and dissipated in the blink of an eye.
"You have no choice." A certain smoke-gray giant wolf said in his usual light-hearted and cunning tone. Maximus was completely unaware that the words spoken by the giant wolf were Hebrew, not the common language of the Inhumans.
Language, he didn't even realize that he could understand a language he had never learned. "Why resist fate? Why give everything to this weak race? You are destined to practice the will of the ether, you are destined to step on the ladder
, sit on the throne and exercise your power. All your choices will push you to our side, Joshua, this is the destined future."
The giant smoky gray wolf surrounded the strange traveler, and Maximus noticed that the latter's body tensed up visibly.
The severe headache made his vision blurred, and the strong dizziness made it difficult for him to continue thinking. The flames jumped under his eyes, traveling along the nerves to the brain and licking his soul. He did not see what happened in front of the campfire.
, he only heard someone say something calmly, and then he fell heavily to the ground with unprecedented pain. Maximus wanted to make a quick psychological diagnosis for himself - vision and balance disorder -
This is the only judgment he can make now. He realizes that he is in a dream, but he has no memory of why he entered the dream.
He felt that his face was in contact with some kind of moist, smooth, sticky and cold hard object. Before he opened his eyes, he subconsciously pressed his hot forehead against it, greedily craving for a bit of coolness. He gasped for air and stuck out his tongue to lick it.
Looking at the liquid in front of him, his wet and dry lips and throat, any liquid was delicious to him at this moment. It seemed that after a long time, Maximus gradually remembered where he was. His brain was like a rusty gear.
He was so reluctant to move that it even took him a long time to realize that there was something wrong with his mind. Maximus barely supported his body, and he felt as if he was struggling to move a shuttle.
"Why do you cover my eyes?" he asked. "Why can't I see anything?"
"We did not blindfold you, my lord." The voice of the priestess rang in his ears, "Please open your eyes."
"I have opened my eyes."
Maximus took a deep breath to calm down his inner impatience.
Maximus lowered his head and looked at the head.
The nearby armed men gave the answer, which surprised Maximus. "Also," the fanaticism in the eyes of the armed men was even more unbearable. It seemed that this ceremony gave Maximus the supreme spiritual leader status.
, "Lady Peril performed self-martyrdom at the beginning of the ceremony. For the sake of truth, she dedicated herself to you."
"You shouldn't face them now." Master Hamil said firmly.
No matter what he said, the emperor who was changing the arm armor did not respond. The hard alloy arm armor had a row of deep tooth marks, piercing the alloy, electronic muscle bundles and flexible metal seals, leaving a mark on the emperor's arm.
There were dozens of wounds, as if they had been severely bitten by some ferocious beast. What was even more frightening was that in each wound exuding cursed black energy, there were several fleshy sprouts that were almost invisible to the naked eye and were constantly twisting, trying to move towards the body.
His arms drilled deeper. With simple spells, those parasite-like creatures screamed that could only be heard in the sea of souls, and were burned into smoke by golden flames. In another dimension, several powerful
The spiritual entity thus dies.
He habitually implants ideas into his heart. As a top mind manipulator and mind reader, he has the ability to control his own neural electrical signals and indirectly improve his athletic ability. He is also capable of psychological analysis of himself.
, crossing the barrier between soul, body and consciousness. When he opened his eyes, the originally weak candlelight around him became extremely dazzling. The blurred vision and light took his pupils for a while to barely adapt - he saw
When he was kneeling on the ground, the stone slabs under his knees were submerged in blood - he raised his weak arms, and his palms and arms were covered with blood that was about to coagulate. He tasted the blood in his mouth, with a hint of sweetness in the stench, which made him
Surprisingly, he didn't seem to hate the smell.
"They call you Joshua?"
"Periel is not dead, she will be resurrected." He held up the head and pressed his fingers on the severed neck, "This is the truth."
"No, you didn't. You didn't realize that you had closed your eyes." Priestess Peril said softly, "Please open your eyes, my lord."
He saw the head of priestess Peril placed in front of his knees. Even though she was dead, the priestess still looked at him with a smile on her face and her silent eyes. "I heard her voice, she is not dead."
Maximus found that he felt unexpectedly calm, "How long has it been since the ceremony began?"
"Yes, this is one of my real names." The emperor finally spoke. The burning wound did not cause him any pain. He may have felt pain, but he habitually refused to show such a humane expression.
But in any case, Constantine, who finally returned to the emperor after completing his mission, had a sullen face. He was not used to the emperor participating in battles without the protection of the Praetorian Guards, especially a psychic battle. "The enemies behind the curtain have noticed
I'm sorry, the real name protection created by His Holiness has a loophole." The emperor looked at Constantine, "Don't blame yourself, this is a battle in a dream, using the dream of an Inhuman psyker as the battlefield, the enemy is our own.
The power that both parties can transfer is extremely limited. Although I lost, the power given to the alien psyker by those spiritual entities was not as powerful as they expected."
"Why is this, Your Majesty?" Constantine asked, "Are the Inhumans still valuable to them?"
"Everything has value for them. Master Constantine Hamil understands what I am saying. Everything we do is enhancing their power." The emperor put on the arm armor again under the care of Constantine.
, while using spells to repair the alloy armor plates. Around Master Hamil, Constantine and the Emperor, the air became blurry, and each other could only be seen clearly in a spherical space. "This conversation has been wrapped in a time bubble by me.
, and will never exist in the long river of time."
"I can tell you that the enemies behind the Veil are happy to use the Inhumans to drain our power and weaken our weapons against the Dark Order. No matter where the idea of Thanos comes from, it will serve as a foundation for the existence behind the Veil.
The biggest blood sacrifice in the universe, at which time their power will cross the veil and come directly to reality. In order to avoid this result, I must take action to stop it."