Mordo sank his mind into the sea of ether, recited the inner spirituality of the Hermetic Secret Text, and expelled the irritability that was constantly growing in his heart.
"Modo, your spell doesn't work at all." Master Daniel stood aside, his wrinkled, old face so old that you couldn't see the mixed characteristics of white people and Indians, full of indifference, "I don't know why you want to
Add this spell in the mirror dimension, but it won't trap intruders at all."
"That's the incantation given to me by the Lord himself, Master Daniel."
Modu closed his eyes and recited the three great wisdoms to stabilize his mind.
He overlooked the courtyard below. Even if he couldn't see clearly what was happening in the courtyard, he could tell from the blood-red aura in the sky that many mystics died unexpectedly. The emotions of despair and pain ignited the dense ether in the air, causing
Every mystic was agitated. The emperor did not hide his intentions. Modu saw the majestic etheric brilliance triggering a series of supernatural phenomena in the sky. The blood-red aura was expelled, and despair and pain were melted. This is
A phenomenon that only psykers can see. Mortals can only see the dark clouds in the sky being dispersed, the snowstorm ending suddenly, and the sun shining on the earth.
"The vampires in Transylvania are eyeing us. The vampires we killed not long ago were the blood descendants of Dracula." Master Daniel said, "But I didn't expect that you would actually think that he and the vampires
Collusion. What clouds your judgment, Baron Mordo, don't you know how many vampires he has killed?"
"That only proves that the Belmont family (note: from the protagonist family of Castlevania) did not rebel with him."
"Am I unable to convince you, Baron Mordo?" Master Daniel sighed. He found a stone pillar and sat down, not caring that the thin snow might stain his white robes. "He has made many achievements."
A great achievement that the Mystic Mage cannot achieve, but you don't want to ask him why he is doing this now?"
"I believe in the Master Supreme with all my heart."
"Isn't it because of jealousy?" The wrinkles on Master Daniel's face unfurled, and his originally dim eyes became sharp and shrewd. "You know that the title of Supreme Mage will be controlled by him, and you know that you will never be able to compete with him in terms of ability and wisdom.
He's on par. Do you want us to ask Casilios what he said?"
"Is this your opinion, Master Daniel? Cassilios is still spying on the Father of the Gods, and that mission has reached a critical moment. He has no time to pay attention to Karma Taj. If he knows that he considers family, he will rebel.
Kama Taj, then the surveillance mission will also be affected." Mordo smiled, but Master Daniel thought this performance was worse than anger. Obviously, Baron Morf had discovered his little idea. "If you don't
If you mind, please protect the safety of my body. I heard him calling me in the etheric sea, and he wanted to communicate with me. I want to listen to what he said."
"Very good, I am willing to take on this responsibility." Master Daniel bowed slightly, "Then let's listen to what He says."
This is a golden luxurious palace that far exceeds any building complex built by mankind in the past, present and future. This building is entrenched on the raised continental shelf, and each huge hall forms a unique microclimate, with towering spires
Submerged in the clouds, the monsoon roared in the hall, and the thunder inspired endless echoes in the hall. The clouds and mist drowned the exquisite murals on the dome, which brought together the painting skills honed by the human race for thousands of years. Tens of thousands of marble steps formed the
The winding mountains and giant statues of Titans stand on both sides of the stairs, like endless mountain peaks. The caves dug in the walls contain the bones of hundreds of millions of heroes who fought for the survival of the human race in history.
Watching everyone walking on the stairs with empty eye sockets, the ghosts of heroes chanted sacred sacrifices, but when the visitors approached, they turned into clouds and flashes and disappeared.
Baron Mordu silently recited the incantation of Emperor Weishan, closed his eyes and shut out the thousand sun halos from the dome. No one would not be dazzled by the grandeur of this palace, and Mordu knew that he was not an exception.
When he opened his eyes for the first time, he was overwhelmed by the unimaginable breadth of this building that occupied his brain, and his conventional cognition was completely washed away. He could only close his eyes again to drive the dizziness out of his mind. He tried to identify a small amount of energy in this hall.
The identified features are used to substitute one's own common sense into the world and understand the palace in a way that human intelligence can understand.
He found that this palace was built on the basis of Kama Taj. The once familiar courtyard had become a small room in the hall. The mountains paved with marble steps were covered with burning white candles, and the smoke from burning incense slowly
Slowly floating upward into the clouds and mist under the dome. Modu knew where he had come. Even he had to admit that he had never seen such a majestic and magnificent mind - he had arrived in the heart of the emperor.
Standing at the door of the emperor's heart. The closed palace doors here represent the secrets that the emperor is unwilling to tell others, and he just stands on the city wall or the like, standing at the door of the heavy gate, but he can't find the way to the door.
The right path deep in the mind.
"How arrogant this is." Modu shouted loudly with a trembling voice, "Why don't you come out to see me? Are you demonstrating to me? Do you want me to worship you in front of the throne?"
There was no response. The clouds under the dome changed due to the sound wave disturbance, and then the pure rain fell like goose feathers. The tiny water droplets with a slight fragrance smell stuck to Modu's robe. Modu felt that his robe was soaked.
, the fibers were tightly attached to the skin, but the chanting of the ghosts in the palace took away his attention. He listened carefully and could hear the ghosts singing about the heroes who died on the battlefield that he had never witnessed, and their sacrifice for mankind.
Keep your dedicated life and soul alive.
"Why are you acting like a coward!"
"Because I have more important things to deal with than you, Modu, and I don't have time to take care of your emotions."
A tall man in a crimson robe stood at the entrance of the palace, holding an old birch cane. The robe was as red as blood. It was a holy cloth soaked in the blood of saints and woven from the sinews of angels. Modo saw from the robe
The palm protruding from the cuff was dripping with blood. He subconsciously wanted to ask about the reason for the injury, but was immediately angered by the reproachful tone.
"I have not educated you to make you so arrogant." Modu said, "Don't think that just because you are stronger than me now, you can speak to me in that tone."
"I do appreciate your help, which shortened the speed at which I absorbed that knowledge and allowed me to dabble in more. But this does not mean that I need to continue to take care of your emotions, because I have something to do." The man paused.
Long Staff, "Because of negligence, stupidity, and short-sightedness, the Eye of Agamotto is now out of my control. I thought you could detect the abnormality, or that I could return in time, and the existence disguised as the Venerable would not be able to
Control the Eye of Agamotto."
"Impossible, I have met the Venerable."
"Something put on the skin of the Lord and came to the material universe."
"It is impossible for any existence to defeat the Supreme Mage." Mordo clenched his fists, but the etheric energy did not flow out as expected, "You are lying."
The eyes under the hood diffracted like stars. He walked past Modu and pushed open the heavy door dozens of meters high, made of golden alloy, with one hand. It was only at this moment that Modu noticed that this door had always been there.
There is an extremely magnificent relief sculpture engraved on the door behind him. It is a man in armor holding a sharp sword, with the tip of the sword facing downwards, piercing the dragon's body, and stars twinkling around him. It's just the face of the figure on the relief.
The whole place was shrouded in clouds and fog, and Modu couldn't see any details clearly.
"I'm having a confrontation."
The door opened with a gap large enough for several people to pass through side by side. Through the gap, Modu saw that the rapidly surging etheric essence outside the door was forming a vortex. Thunder was released in the center of the vortex, and countless etheric entities were looming in the etheric vortex.
An imaginary storm that is enough to tear apart the gravity inside the star is brewing. Each lightning bolt is enough to tear apart the land and ignite the atmosphere. Carnivorous plants that are thousands of meters long are swimming in the void, hunting the sad souls who come to this world from the other side of the curtain.
.Modu saw that every stone brick in this palace was engraved with small characters and symbols. That was Kabbalah, that was Mystra, that was Apollo, that was Dionysus, that was Enri
This palace in the mind was both in the emperor's mind and behind the curtain. The emperor used all the wisdom in human history to fight against this terrifying ether tide. Countless ether spirits were completely evaporated the moment they came into contact with the palace wall——
Modu saw his eyes closed tightly, and sweat flowed from his forehead to the tip of his nose - even though this palace was so huge that it exceeded human common sense, in this boundless place that transcended time and space, it was like a small boat with a leaf.
The palace was crumbling in the storm. On the towering dome of the palace, a bright lamp as hot as a star tried its best to release a circle of light, calming the water where the palace was located.
"The existence wearing the skin of the Venerable has come to the material universe. If it is not stopped, it will bring heavy disaster to the human race."
"You are injured." Modu looked awkward, "Are you fighting against this kind of thing?"
The emperor shook his head, and then Modu saw the laurel crown hidden under the hood.
"I need proof."
"I can't give you anything, Modu. You can only choose to believe it or not."
"Did you convince him?" Wanda Maximoff asked.
Walking through the courtyard covered with bullet casings and gravel, the air still smelled of the smell of laser burning flesh. The burning smell was nauseating, and the barely functioning microclimate psionic array operated intermittently and could not be adjusted at all.
The air composition, temperature, humidity and other variables here were variable. Wanda Maximov caught a glimpse of the stumps and fleshy flesh under the tracks, and couldn't help but turn her head, as if this way she could stay away from those bloody and terrifying things.
"I cannot tell him the truth on the premise of protecting the honor of His Holiness. Modu's loyalty is satisfactory, but his stubbornness is a headache." Amon saw a smile on the emperor's face, as if he was not convinced by him.
I felt sad for the failure. "It doesn't matter, he will finally understand what I did. I believe that he is loyal to the ideal of protecting human rights. There are few people in the world as stubborn as him. He has witnessed Sodo
The beast of horse was born in the storm, and no matter what, he will make the right choice."
"Have you overestimated Mordo's mental endurance, my lord?"