Chapter seven hundred and twentieth seventh angry miser
The crazy woman's stupid eyes widened, as if her brain could not understand what the person in front of her was doing, or why her good friend Salomon put down everything in his hands and used his eyes that penetrated his soul.
Trying to penetrate the fog of her soul.
All he got was straightforwardness, as cold and straightforward as a piece of pure marble.
There is no dampness and filth hidden in the folds, only simple and direct thinking. This poor woman, her brain was burned out, her soul was thoroughly baptized by the huge power, and her personality was crushed into tiny details by the vast truth.
Dust. Salomon didn't know what she was like originally or what kind of character she had. All he saw was dust covering the marble, as if it could be wiped away with just a slightly heavier breath.
She was like this because of him. The thought suffocated Salomon.
The reason why this woman became like this is to convey certain information to him. If he gets the support of this universe, then the mad woman will become his helper and interpret previsions and visions for him. He is very angry, even if it is
He couldn't have felt this rage even when he was unable to completely save everyone on his mission. Every person he killed had a way to die, every sacrifice he made had a reason, every punishment he handed down had a reason.
He deserves it.
Only this thing, the existence of this woman constantly reminded him that if he could not complete that great plan, then everyone might become like this woman and become a doll and tool of some gods. He knew very well,
This debt is on his head, and he will take good care of her, because it is a debt he owes. He wants to stay away from this woman, not out of some disgust, but out of desperation, like a fatalist facing his fate
The despair at that moment was like hot poison flowing through his body, scalding his blood vessels, making him almost nauseous, and his nose was filled with the smell of ashes.
Every advanced civilization will inevitably come into contact with the existence of the spiritual world when it develops to a certain stage. The Shi'ar Empire, which is close to the "Dream Curtain", uses strict rule, respects the two primitive gods, and prohibits artistic creation to make its people
Away from the endless malice lurking under the cloak of reality; the Skrulls worshiped their gods before they lost their homeland, embracing corruption without looking back until the Skrulls' so-called gods were killed. But even though they were everywhere
While wandering, they still did not forget the so-called "oracle" and dreamed of reviving the Skrull race on the earth; the Kree planned to solve the problem through scientific means and traced the genetic engineering of the Celestials to create the Kree ancestors, creating
The super artificial intelligence in charge of the Kree Empire intends to solve the problems of the spiritual world by ruling the real universe.
In addition, there are many unknown small races, which either embrace the spiritual world and are complacent about the talents given by another world;
in the world; or pretend to turn a blind eye to the facts and wait for destruction to come.
Salomon learned the lessons from those alien races and summed up his own path.
"Didn't we agree to watch TV series together, Salomon?" The mad woman twisted uncomfortably on the sofa. Her dust-like personality responded indifferently, "We are competing in a non-blinking competition.
?"
"Yes." The Mystic Mage forced a smile. He blinked, regained his composure, dug out the despair and emotion from his brain, and crushed it on his fingers like a biscuit, like discarding garbage.
Throw it aside. He straightened his spine again - he would never admit defeat, even if his opponent was the so-called god. This was the purpose of his creation and his eternal duty. He waved his sword like a miser.
, trying to drive away any creature that touches the human race and pollutes the purity of the human race. He looks down on the Inhumans because they are just a bunch of mongrel slaves; he looks down on the Asgardians who claim to be gods, thinking that they are
They are just a group of real-plane creatures with crazy divine blood; he even looks down upon the Eternals created by the Celestials, thinking that they are just tools used by the Celestials to maintain their rule, a group of talking and walking wrenches.
, there is no place in thought that can be called noble.
His watch will be longer than that of the Supreme Mage, and the responsibilities he will bear will far exceed all the important responsibilities that Karma Taj has shouldered to this day. His Holiness has revealed to him that the plan will not be completed so easily——
In more than fifteen hundred years, he will suffer eternal pain in the human world and dedicate everything to this race. Because of this, he will be so greedy for everything he loves in life today. He has thought repeatedly
Whether what he has done is worth it, but countless prophecies and visions remind him that he has only one choice. A wizard who does not believe in fate finally embarks on the path of destiny. This is simply the worst thing he has ever seen.
black humor jokes.
"You lose!" the mad woman shouted happily like a child.
Salomon still kept his smile, but the meaning was completely different from before. His plan may need to be modified, and he firmly believed that he would be able to find a way. As he said to the Venerable, if the gods who can control the destiny of mankind are
From several to one, his plan would be meaningless.
"Yes, I lost." He said softly, "So what does the winner want?"
Guard Zero frowned.
His long sword was placed on the weapons rack beside him, and his light armor was covered with traces of when he fought his way out of the Shi'ar Empire noble library. His bolter was disassembled into hundreds of parts, and he
Wipe and maintain it with a soft cloth stained with grease. The cabinet next to the weapon rack contains the trophies from his last trial. The lockers treated with secret techniques can preserve this trophy for a long time - the human-like skulls of the Shi'ar nobles have
The bird-like hollow skeleton is white and flawless after being pickled. The pointed feather crest that was peeled off in advance is glued to the top of the skull, indicating the status of the owner of this skull. His loyal servant "Old Cuckoo" was there when he completed the task.
He was unfortunately killed in a moment, and died at the hands of the Shi'ar nobles who wanted revenge from "Old Kada". Zero regretted that he could not recover the body of his servant.
Now he believed what "Old Kada" said.
"Old Kada" indeed once served as an elite soldier of the Shi'ar Empire. Even though he was malnourished and disease-ridden for a long time, he still used the knife given by Zero to kill the noble bodyguard before he died, and helped the Imperial Guard Zero to retreat to
The spaceport bought time. Guard Zero lowered his head and continued to wipe his firearms. The terrifying methods taught to him by his master were simply the most universal language in the universe. With the super power brought by genes,
He used this bolt gun, which was difficult for ordinary people to lift, to great effect when he robbed the merchant ship, allowing him to hijack the small cargo ship as quickly as possible and reach the planned evacuation point.
As long as he can complete the next trial, he can put on the golden armor that belongs to him, get a name, and become a real Praetorian Guard.