A slender figure whose face could not be seen clearly and wearing a tattered black cloak appeared behind Salomon. This was a Styx ferryman named Charon in another world. He was glowing at the source of eternal chaos.
This incarnation of the primordial sludge of the bubble is part of the will of thousands of bubbles shining with iridescent light, and is the phantom messenger of the Lord of the profound abyss beyond time and space.
When Salomon summoned Him, that cold and crazy will also came to him. He lost all the scenes in front of him. The huge stone door standing in the eternal chaos appeared in front of him, covering the scene behind the door.
The thin silver curtain quietly lifted a corner as if blown by the breeze, allowing Salomon to see a large group of rainbow-colored spheres floating in the abyss behind the door that were constantly changing, flowing and breaking, the ultimate fear and truth, the future.
, all possibilities in the past and present, beyond all knowledge of fantasy and mathematical logic, countless worlds and endless twisted dimensions revealed the tip of the iceberg in front of him.
He held tightly the silver cross key engraved with Arabic vines in his hand.
Not now, he said. Great Lord of the Gates, now is not the time to go to the abyss.
Charon raised his horrifyingly thin withered fingers, and those huge black creatures carefully stretched out their tentacles to touch his fingertips. Immediately afterwards, the night covering the entire London sky shrunk sharply, and a golden shimmer emerged from the dark material.
The edges leaked out, and dark matter quickly poured into the phantom's fingers. Malekith saw this scene, and the dark matter that could have swallowed Yggdrasil was tame to others like a puppy. This was Malakis.
Lekis couldn't bear it. But no matter what kind of wails or orders he gave, he could not resist the out-of-control ether particles and the original dark matter. The ether particles still followed Malekith's original wishes and shattered his life.
Create more primordial dark matter with the soul.
The power of the Infinity Stones is indeed unlimited, but the people who use the Infinity Stones are not. The greedy ether particles continue to absorb everything they can absorb to transform themselves, and the products of those transformations, the original darkness, are constantly being destroyed by the universe.
It is absorbed by the ultimate abyss and returned to the place where it should originally exist.
Everyone present could feel the coldness and madness of the Styx Ferryman, but only Loki, Queen Frigga and the Supreme Mage, who were watching all this through the water mirror, could appreciate what was behind the tattered black cloak.
There is no body under the cloak. It is a concept that is a combination of pure terror and black magic. The more people understand the world, the more they can feel this madness, but only those with a strong enough will can not be affected by the madness.
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Even though Saul didn't understand what it was, his instinct told him not to disturb Salomon.
Salomon subconsciously raised his hand, and a silver flaming arrow was fired from his hand. This spell was cast by the gatekeeper who was also the key to the door. He agreed to Salomon's request and exercised his
Omniscient, all-seeing, all-powerful, gave Salomon this magic that could not be cast in the main material plane.
The silver burning arrows easily penetrated the curtain formed by the ether particles and landed on Malekith. While the silver flames destroyed Malekith's body, it also forcibly pulled out what little he had left from the ether particles.
The soul of the original dark matter and the soul of Malekith is the deal Salomon made with the Lord of the Gate. The generous and omniscient God also gave him something. But at the same time, Salomon also
Adhering to the principle of equal exchange paid a price - under the armor, the mark of Yog-Sothoth was forever left on the back of the hand he raised.
This is a gift and a curse.
Just like the stigmata, he had to do his best to maintain his only humanity. He began to recall everything he had experienced in this world since he could remember. That was what he left in this world.
The mark that reminds him of who he is is like the anchor hook dragging a ship on the endless ocean of madness, dragging him not to get lost in the vast multiverse.
At this moment, the stigmata seemed to have fixed Salomon's concept of the main material plane, and the ten stigmata redefined his existence.
"You know this!" The Queen pointed at the water mirror and asked loudly, "You let your disciples come into contact with those things? Don't try to deceive me, I am a witch, the most powerful witch in Asgard, this is not Weishan
The power of the Emperor or the Octessence Alliance (an alliance of multiple extra-dimensional demon gods, Emperor Weishan is the boss), this is much more dangerous! I know those extra-dimensional things, and this one-eyed alien is the origin. We agreed
Yes, Asgard is responsible for the main material plane, Kama Taj defends the outer dimensions, and your disciple is doing a very dangerous thing."
"I trust my disciples as much as I trust myself." The Supreme Mage said calmly, "This extradimensional existence was contacted by Salomon when he solved a time-travel incident, and Salomon reached an agreement with the devil.
It should be said that the demon god was waiting for him, and the time travel event was just an accident, because the demon god exists in all timelines, so the time travel event happened because he was always there. No matter what
He said that Salomon has always stood on the side of mankind, and the future Supreme Mage will follow the agreement between Karma Taj and Asgard and continue to protect the main material plane."
"Isn't Salomon the next Sorcerer Supreme?"
"No, he belongs to me, to humans, not to Emperor Weishan."
Malekith's wailing was heard through the water mirror, and a dark black sphere wrapping his soul flew into the other hand of the Styx ferryman. All the dark matter in the distance disappeared, and Salomon
He could see the scene in front of him clearly again. When the dim light from the sky shone through the thick clouds, the terrifying shadow behind him disappeared. Except for the combatants and a lot of ruins, there was nothing left here.
Down.
The ether particles that have lost their controller are floating in the air, slowly extending out tiny crimson tentacles.
"What is that?" Thor asked with lingering fear, "Is that your magic?"
"Barely." Salomon opened his eyes, and the deep darkness gradually faded. He took back his gauntlet, looked at the mark full of black magic on the back of his hand, and then stuffed the silver key back. He didn't want anyone to see it.
Silver Key, this is too dangerous. Any knowledge decoded from the Silver Key is very dangerous. "It's time for you to summon the warriors of Asgard." He said, "rest and then summon Heimdall to return."
Asgard. Someone will be here soon to complete the finishing work, and we can only get in the way here."
"Hey, Colson." Salomon borrowed Darcy's cell phone and dialed the number, "Do you have food on the plane?"
"Of course. By the way, can you tell me what happened down there?"
"Of course... no, my friend. Although I quite like Nick Fury's ignorant games, you have already experienced a magical accident, and I don't want you to die again."