The shadow of the nightmare plundered Wanda's head again. She dreamed of an old man wearing a black robe standing on the altar. The old man's face was pale and dry, and below him were a group of inbred and demented faces that looked similar to him, with ugly and deformed limbs.
Swinging in the unbearable sound of the flute, she dreamed of a baby without eyes and nose lying in the arms of that woman. The crazy woman pointed at the gloomy sky and cried, muttering blasphemous words in her mouth. She dreamed of a
The man stood under the steeple, and a giant gray monster emerged from the depths of the ground, with half of its mutilated face protruding from the broken floor of the church.
She had seen that face! Not long ago, at the altar!
The hot summer clouds made people breathless, and the ravens screamed and plundered the roof of the car. Wanda struggled to wake up on the passenger seat, her back covered with sweat. "Am I asleep?" The witch's breath was short and shallow,
It seems that he has not yet come out of that crazy dream.
"Yes." Salomon nodded, and he felt the trembling magical aura of the twisted pentagram. He knew very well that Wanda had had an extremely dirty dream, and precautionary measures were taken to wake her up from the dream to prevent her from falling into
Deeper darkness. Wanda shuddered and told the mystic about her dream. Nothing happened.
"Your inspiration is too strong. Just by touching the corpse, you can read things that normal casters cannot predict." Salomon's expression remained unchanged, but he sped up slightly, and the Aston Martin roared across the road, "This
It's not a good thing, Wanda, control yourself. In the wizarding world, talent is a curse, and this applies to both of us."
A few hours ago, they came into contact with the body left by the vampire. After inspection, they used disguised identities to forcefully enter the body and send it to the incinerator. This was not Wanda's first contact with death, but it was the most disgusting.
Once, after work, Wanda vomited in a deserted place, as if she wanted to spit out the bile. In addition, she and Salomon jointly cast a spell to predict the murderer. The exhausted witch with white lips returned to the car.
I had that dream right away.
"The Boone family is related to this matter. I dreamed of a Boone who presided over the baptism, named James, because someone called his name." Wanda suppressed her nausea and recalled the dream that gradually became foggy, "Then
Was a man who looked similar to James Boone, hairless and pale, but much younger. Descendants of Mayflower passengers exist at Chapelwhite and Parsonage Corners. I remember folklorists mentioning
, the leader of the breakaway Protestant sect was called James Boone, and it is said that he lived to be eighty years old.”
"A superstitious place, a superstitious era. Belief in witchcraft, virgin birth, intermarriage and incest caused by religious authority. Facts have proved that there is not much difference between Protestantism and the target of their reform, Catholicism." Salomon recalled.
The records and obituaries I found in England, as well as the diary written by the crazy Charles Boone - in the eighteenth century, Robert and Philip of the Boone family fell out. Robert moved to Massachusetts, and the Philip family stayed here.
, and then tragic disappearances and deaths have been hanging over this family. From father to son to grandchildren, they all died violently, broke their necks, disappeared, murdered, and committed suicide. It is said that the reason why the Boone family fell out was with Philip Boone.
It had something to do with the cult people he came into contact with, and the fact that the town of Jerusalem was deserted overnight was also related to this. He also recalled the seller’s complaint that the house was infested with rats, which were scratching in the walls so that he couldn’t sleep well - Charles
·Boone mentioned this phenomenon, as did James Robert Boone, the seller’s ancestor and a descendant of Robert Boone’s illegitimate son. Now it seems that it is very likely that this is not a drug addict’s fantasy, nor is it a bad slum.
It is not the sanitary problems caused by the environment, but the blood debt and curse of the Boone family hundreds of years ago that crossed the Atlantic, returned to Scotland, and befell the last bloodline of the Boone family.
"Maybe Philip Boone is not dead, maybe that old cult man is the vampire we are looking for." Along the way, Salomon and Wanda were digesting the possibility brought by this terrible hypothesis. James Boone is very likely
They are the survivors of the Coronzon Church. This family thrived in the land of North America and brought the faith among the stars. Salomon has been waiting for the evidence found by the Eternal City combat team from Scotland to prove this.
One o'clock. They didn't stop in any town except for refueling until they arrived at their destination. After several hours of driving, the sky was completely dark. The dark clouds swallowed up the last ray of light on the horizon, and even lightning could not penetrate it.
Through the almost suffocating clouds.
North American nighthawks began to gather, and an ominous premonition filled every inch of the air.
Salomon took one last look at the data pad before getting out of the car. The intelligence agency had begun arresting those cultists in Scotland.
"Come on, the storm is coming. Let's go to the place where it all started, the town of Jerusalem, to see what's going on."
"Don't do it, Tony Stark. This is not something you should interfere with." Agent Hand looked at the billionaire in the holographic projection indifferently. The movements of the sky aircraft carrier cannot be hidden from Tony Stark's satellites.
, Agent Hand did not expect that the idiots in Congress would allow satellite launches of this level. No one knows how much money the Stark Group spent on the lobbying group, just to feed those idiots in the White House and Congress.
pig.
"Then you should tell me what Salomon is doing, Agent Hand. Is there any other mission worthy of dispatching three sky carriers now?" Tony Stark turned his head, so Agent Hand couldn't see what he had done.
Immediately afterwards, Steve Rogers' face appeared on another screen. He and Stark used the same channel, but he did not echo Stark's words. The movement of the sky aircraft carrier made many people sit up and stand.
Uneasy, including the Avengers. "I didn't let Congress know about this, ma'am. The old guy has been preventing me from doing this." Stark said, "So, give me a reason not to tell Congress."
"No comment."
"Agent Hand, does this matter have something to do with magic?" Steve Rogers, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly asked.
"No comment."
"I understand. How does it compare to the Devil's Son incident? Is emergency evacuation required?"
"No comment."
"I've had enough! I can deduce the movements of the Sky Carrier from the Avengers' satellite observation reports." Stark shrugged, "Why Maine and Scotland, what happened there?"
"We are not some chivalrous organization, Tony Stark. Our mission is to solve supernatural crises. We are not a petty mess like SHIELD. The affairs of any country have nothing to do with us." Agent Hand interviewed
Expressionless, her tone was as stern as a teacher reprimanding a student. She pushed away Cassilios, who was probing his head, to prevent the mystics from entering the camera, "Listen up, you arrogant! Your thoughts are not important, don't stop.
It’s time to explore the Immortal City, and your intervention will only make things worse! Karma Taj and the Immortal City have the ability to solve the problem! This sentence applies to everyone, including you, Captain Rogers, lead
Keep the Avengers away from our goals. If you interfere with the mission, I will not show mercy!"