Salomon put Merlin on the assault transport boat with a gloomy look. He would personally be responsible for transporting the troublemaker until the venerable saw Merlin. "Don't scream." He didn't respond with the polite attitude towards his elders.
Merlin, a glass of juice is more than what Merlin deserves. "Otherwise, I'll call Balthazar."
Merlin suddenly succumbed. His disciple had endured his pranks for more than a thousand years, which made him afraid to face Balthazar. "Isn't he living a good life now?" He was getting younger and younger.
Merlin muttered softly, "He has a wife now, I..."
"I'm sure he'd be happy to beat you up, Master Merlin."
"Please, don't let me go to Kama Taj!" Merlin didn't have the grace that an elder should have. When he saw the situation was not good, he immediately put on a scornful expression, as if Salomon didn't agree to him, he would
Lying on the ground and waving his hands and feet. "I can help you train spell casters!" he shouted, "One! No, two! Two top spell casters!"
"Then you took me to En-Galai, right?" With the Supreme Mage's advice, Salomon knew that he couldn't believe Merlin's lies. "First tell me how to see the Earth Mother," the Mystic Mage said.
, "I know that N-Galai is short of manpower to guard Sithorn's seal, but I think I can solve this problem. Not now, but in the future."
"I don't know!" Merlin seemed to really intend to lie down and roll around. But under Salomon's stern eyes, he finally did not do so. "The floor is too cold, it is made of iron plates." He coughed twice,
He straightened his clothes and sat next to Salomon, "The Earth Mother knows your recent achievements, and I have already reported them to her... Don't be surprised, my best thing is prophecy. Don't you remember what I said to Vortigern?
Did the dragon predict it?"
When Salomon wasn't paying attention, Merlin put his palm on his forehead.
"prophecy!"
Salomon opened his eyes with difficulty, and found himself lying on the exquisite marble floor, with the blood-red sunset shining in from the round stained window in front. This might be a religious place, with long flags hanging on both sides.
Salomon vaguely made out a cross, lilies, a skull and an eagle. Several ropes hung from the wooden beams, and a black shadow hung at the end of each rope. Blood dripped down the feet of the corpse and fell to the ground. Tick-tock-tock
. Before he could come to his senses, the scene in front of him changed again - he saw a woman kneeling and crying in front of several mounds of soil, with wooden crosses inserted on the mounds, illuminated by the pale winter sun.
He saw the tomb and the blazing fire in the distance. He walked forward unconsciously, his nose filled with the smell of burnt flesh and blood. He saw the flames pouring down the river, and the fire spread in both the clouds and the creek.
, even the water in the rocks was evaporated, and countless people were crying, with flames coming out of their mouths and eyes; then, he saw night falling - it was not a peaceful summer night, nor a harsh winter night, but
It was a silent night. There were no stars, anxiety was rolling in the air, pale and enchanting flowers bloomed in silence, and will-o'-the-wisps lit up at his feet.
He was startled and quickly took a step to the side. He found that he was wearing a robe that hung down to his feet, with a gold belt tied around his chest.
The night came alive, and more and more will-o'-the-wisps lit up. He saw boulders scattered in the open field not far away, and branches broken by violence were scattered there, as if there had been a storm here, or a
Here the giant vented the anger he had been imprisoned for thousands of years. The lightning and thunder had faded away, and the horn sounded. He looked at the shadowy figures in the distance in panic. Those figures gathered more and more, swarming towards him like a tide.
Come.
These are all dead people. From the ruthless tyrants of ancient times to the splendid court prostitutes, from the Viking kings in armor to the eastern sultans in turbans, from the nobles with curlers to the lowly dung collectors, the dead are densely packed.
They walked past him. They were mumbling something, but Salomon could not hear clearly. They opened their dry mouths and pushed the people in front of them like gravel. The vulgar desires that once filled their eyes were filled with dullness and stiffness.
, with high cheekbones and a sickly face. The once gorgeous clothes have become tattered, and the already tattered clothes are hung casually on the body. The poor and poor British people wear dirty mourning clothes full of soot stains and soot.
French people in patched shirts and hats mingled together, as if something was chasing them behind them.
"Huh--" He struggled to swim up, as if he was under water.
Salomon woke up from the illusion and tried to stand up from the chair, but was pulled back by the safety belt. He was sweating profusely and still a little shaken. He shook his hand and refused to let the artificial man come forward to help him. Salomon was very
Almost regaining his composure, the air-conditioning system of the assault transport boat roared, cooling the sweat on his back.
"I didn't expect that you would use illusions to confuse me." Salomon said with a gloomy face, "No wonder His Holiness would say that your prank is quite bad."
"This is not a prank." Merlin had an indifferent expression on his face, as if what had just happened was as ordinary as eating a piece of cake. "This is a prophecy, child." He said, "It's just not necessarily your prophecy.
It may also be someone else's prophecy. I don't know what it is, I only know that it is what you should see. Do you remember that there was a time when you always had nightmares? You dreamed that you were on the edge of the harbor - this was the dream.
Follow-up. It is essentially the information your stigmata brought to you, but for the sake of your mental state, your teacher invited me to block part of it. In other words, you have been affected by my spell."
"I was affected by your spell?" Salomon couldn't believe it. "Then how could I not detect this kind of spell that affects the mind?"
"Not a mind-affecting spell, but a protective spell. I combined this spell with the protective spell your teacher cast for you, so you couldn't detect it. I don't think you checked the spell that the Supreme Mage placed on you.
A spell?"
"Avoid virtual locations and counterattacks sought by prophecies..."
"It seems that you still have some skills." Merlin tapped Salomon's ring. "The essence of this spell is the same as those of these three rings. They are both tools for stabilizing stigmata. However, the method of stabilization is not the same as these three.
The effect of a ring is so long-lasting, and the symbolic meaning is not that much. Do you know why the stigmata brings high fever? It is because of the nature of the stigmata..."
"You talk too much!" The Supreme Mage slapped the folding fan on the table, interrupting Merlin's speech. "Salomon is a human being." The Supreme Master warned Merlin very seriously, "I believe he is, and he is also
If you think you are, then he will always be!"
"You have the final say." Merlin shrugged, "It's not me who ignores the objective facts."
"This is Kama Taj's idea." The Venerable glanced at Merlin. "You go out first." The Venerable said to Salomon, "There are some things you will only know at the right time."
Salomon nodded and left the meditation room. He saw the apprentices gathered in the martial arts training ground, watching the assault transport ship driven by the androids. "I think every mystic should be equipped with a gun." Salomon.
Meng said to Modu, "Otherwise, a metal staff would also work, the kind that can shoot bullets."