The mental illness called paranoia was transmitted from the Supreme Mage to her heir, but her heir knew nothing about it, let alone that there were people talking about his mental state in another dimension. Perhaps Nick...
Some of the abnormalities that Fury noticed do exist, and Salomon Damonette also needs a psychiatrist. However, the reality is that no one can help his mental state return to the normal range of ordinary people.
For a special individual like him, the mental burden he has carried since birth has actually driven him crazy, and the cruel behavior of the Supreme Mage when he was a child worsened this mental state.
The bloody reality he may have been exposed to was forcibly placed in front of him, and he was allowed to harvest the lives of others with his own hands. Perhaps life with the witch was softening his spirit step by step, but it is unknown how long it will take and whether it will have any effect.
The unconscious Salomon was in no mood to consider his own mental state. He was now busy on his way. Not long ago, he had just passed through the territory of Marduk, the devil who was identified as the one who conquered Babylonia in the early days of human history.
The patron saint, however, he is an extremely crazy devil. There are almost no characteristics of the devil in him. His personality is closer to that of the devil, so he is regarded as a madman by many hell lords. Because this devil is also spying on the seventh
As a member of the throne, Salomon would be a thorn in his side just by showing up. Phoenix did not suggest that Salomon enter Marduk's territory to rest, but continued on his way and found a place with slightly better air to eat and rest.
Salomon only had dried meat and water to eat. He could tolerate it during the first meal, but when he stuffed dried meat into his mouth for the third time, he wanted to return to the main material plane to find a restaurant.
It’s a big meal. If Salomon hadn’t used magic tricks to turn the jerky into various fruit flavors, Salomon really wouldn’t be able to endure it anymore. The jerky is being consumed faster and faster, and almost all the dried meat in the dimensional bag can be eaten.
He took out everything he ate and tasted it. Except for food, Salomon had a high level of tolerance for other things. Heat and dryness were just minor things, and he could also use magic to solve problems.
At least he wouldn't let himself die of thirst.
But Pegasus couldn't stand such a bad environment. The wind sand would get stuck in its feathers and mane, and even get into its nostrils, and it couldn't be completely cleaned no matter what. Pegasus couldn't bear it.
After the first day of march, I asked Salomon to take a bath for it, clean the dust from its nose, and then return to the star realm to rest until Salomon needed to summon it again. Eat, drive, eat,
After sleeping like this for who knows how many days, Salomon just hopes that he can feel that he has arrived at Mephisto's territory, meets other mystics, and then blows away this old devil's palace so that he can go home.
rest.
Phoenix was also a little tired, because he was responsible for Salomon's safety along the way, and he could only take a break when he was in a hurry.
Fortunately, before Salomon completely lost the concept of time, he met the mystic who came to rescue him. The old deacon seemed to be very experienced in hell marches, and he didn't know that he was a member of the family.
According to legend, he himself had experienced this kind of thing. When he met Salomon, he brought out a lot of food with great skill, and there was no dried meat among them.
"When you blast away the protective magic in Mephisto's territory, you can return to Earth first." The old deacon shook his head, a little dissatisfied with Salomon's pampering. But this is not a big deal, it can be exercised.
After coming out, the old deacon thought that he should suggest to the Supreme Mage to increase Salomon's ability to endure harsh environments and conduct multiple sets of training until Salomon can endure the harsh environment of the outer dimension alone.
"That's great!" Salomon was so excited that he almost cried. He was wet all over, and water kept dripping out of his armor. This was his way of cooling down and moisturizing. If he hadn't done this, he would have been killed long ago.
That suit of armor was so hot.
He misses the witch very much now, and it doesn't matter even if he gets whipped by Bayonetta a few times!
"Let's move quickly!" he said excitedly.
"Calm down, young man." The old deacon said disdainfully, "Your mortal friend is still behind. You have to arrive with us for the last part of the journey, and then leave the rest of the work to us experienced mystics.
That’s it.”
Nick Fury used his camera to take pictures of the scenery in hell along the way. He looked like he was traveling. He experienced several battles when he was in the military. Although they were jungle battles, they were not
It hindered him from learning the skills of survival in the wild in arid areas. Therefore, compared to other mystics who were as disgraced as Salomon, Nick Fury was well prepared and his life in hell was not bad. At least the US military
Military food is more nutritious than jerky, so you don’t have to worry about oral ulcers.
When he saw Salomon, he was overjoyed, because he met many things he didn't understand along the way, and the attitudes of the mystics were worse than Salomon. None of them were willing to answer Nick Fury's question: This
Mortals are so bold that they are arrogant, and this feeling makes the mystics extremely uncomfortable. Therefore, although they agreed to Fury, they did not answer his concerns, and even dismissed the food Fury sent.
"You look terrible." Nick Fury did not forget to gain the verbal advantage first, and only then did he start to care about Salomon's condition. Now he still insists on wearing the black leather jacket and refuses to take it off.
It seemed that he was worried that as soon as he took off his clothes, he would be able to see the little alien manipulating his belly. The other mystics wisely changed into cooler clothes, only Nick Fury and Salomon were tired of wearing clothes.
torment.
"Yes." Salomon responded weakly, "Let's end it quickly."
"Wait a minute." A mystic mage came over holding a vaguely humanoid object and interrupted the conversation. "You should listen to what he is saying." The younger mystic mage motioned to Nick Fury to look at it.
Looking at this red twisted human form, "He just went to hell, he seems to be talking about Stark..."
Stark dialed a phone number. He waited for a long time, but no one answered the phone.
He walked around irritably. After a while, he dialed another number, but no one answered either. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and dialed SHIELD's office phone number. It turned out that Maria...
Agent Hill answered.
Agent Hill can't do anything about Stark's current situation. No one knows where the terrorist came from. Agent Hill can only tell Stark that the terrorist organization has nothing to do with the CIA and is not the United States.
She was unable to provide any information about the rebels supported by the government.
"Where is Nick Fury?" Stark asked impatiently, "Isn't there someone who can provide information?"
Stark now regrets provoking the terrorist, but because Happy was seriously injured and hospitalized, Stark was unwilling to lose to the terrorists in terms of momentum. So he could only hold on in front of the media and then seek help privately.
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"I don't know where Director Fury is now." Agent Hill lied. She knew the current location of Nick Fury. All agents who experienced that mission signed a confidentiality agreement and could not disclose everything that happened that day.
Agent Hill, as Nick Fury's assistant, also learned about what happened during her subsequent work, but due to the principle of confidentiality, she refused to say anything.
"But I gave my house number!"
"I suggest you accept the protection of SHIELD, and I will send agents to escort you and Miss Potts."
"But this also means that I lose to the terrorists!"