Chapter seven hundred and ninety-five preparations for sailing
Like a meteor that pierced the atmosphere and crashed into the Upper New York Bay with a scorching point of light, the famous Statue of Liberty viewing spot in Battery Park was enveloped in thick water vapor in just a few seconds.
The foreign tourists who had not yet left could not figure out what was going on. Their tongues and noses tasted the smell of heated metal in the steam that came with the wind, and there was also a rolling smell rising from the bottom of the river, mixed with the smell of river bottom mud.
The scent of rosemary.
They cannot see what is happening behind the curtain of reality, but the battle on the other side can affect the real world. Some tourists with keener senses can vaguely see the scene behind the curtain through this thin curtain.
But without exception, they all felt that they were dazzled, because they vaguely saw the flickering electric light and the tongues of fire burning the air in the steam. They only thought they heard the sizzling sound of cold water poured on the hot metal, like thunder.
The roar of the water continued to sound from underwater. "What is that?" After the thick water vapor dissipated slightly, the tourists raised their heads and looked at the sky, "Is that a fighter jet?"
"What nonsense are you talking about, you New Jersey country boy? That's Iron Man!" A man in a suit woke up on the bench smelling of alcohol. His tie was thrown away, and there was a shoe.
It also fell next to the trash can. No one knows why he didn't freeze to death on the cold night. Maybe the newspaper on his body can give a good explanation. "He flies over New York every morning, more than my son
It’s time to wet your pants! Paul, give me some more whiskey, I really don’t want to go home.”
A woman screamed, "Shut up, you idiot who only knows how to drink. Look at Tony Stark in a hurry. This means that aliens have invaded again. Not long ago, I received a push. It was said that "Platinum"
Two fighter jets of the Star's aerobatic team crashed, it must have been done by aliens..."
The geek girl wearing a backpack and a woolen hat asked, "Where are the aliens? Why didn't I see them?"
"They must have been beaten away!" The boy raised his head and said, "Captain America must be here too!"
"Shut up, you snot-nosed brat!" Another tourist sneered at the boy's words, "Aliens are just a conspiracy compiled by Jewish rich people and politicians. They are for..."
"For what, tell me!" the boy asked unconvinced.
"In order to cover up that the earth is flat, in order to cover up the freedom that God has given people to know the truth, you idiots! Can't you see clearly? Why don't you open your eyes and take a look!"
"I want to see Thor!" the woman shouted. "Think of his arms. Damn it..."
"I have seen aliens with my own eyes." The homeless man said slowly. "At that time, I was hiding in a cardboard box, just like at the World Trade Center. John, I had the same idea as you at that time, so
I disappeared. They couldn't find my body, and I became a missing person forever. I watched my wife remarry and my children have a new family. What did I gain after losing so much? Freedom, John,
It’s freedom.”
The quarreling people couldn't see the golden figure leaping up from the river, dragging two streaks of steam and fire toward the distance. Salomon naturally didn't know about the arguments in Battery Park. He only knew that he would be on Long Island next year.
Anglers fishing in the fishery will be surprised to find an astonishing number of fish, and they are all full of fat. He feels that there are different magic fluctuations in the place where the witch is, and some violent and cruel emotions seem to have escaped the reins.
"So how did all this happen?" Salomon asked with confusion. "This is simply impossible."
"Yes, this is simply impossible. The witch's contract is a blood contract, which has the same terrifying coercive power as you and the seventy-two demon gods." Master Daniel was also puzzled by this. Now Joan of Arc is lying on the bed
In a coffin, her soul is not here. She has not died, but the connection between body and soul has become extremely fragile, like the fine smoke when lighting incense. Countless secrets and secrets from Emperor Weishan
The spell from the witch clan was cast on Jeanne, struggling to maintain this fragile connection. The smell of lily perfume was mixed with the smell of ink, parchment, and the smell of dust from tapestries and bookshelves.
"Although Gomorrah is just a brainless beast, it can think. Unless there is a higher-level order, contract and coercion, the hell dragon Gomorrah bound by the witch's hair cannot break free," said Master Daniel.
, "Contact the previous angel attack... Gomorrah cannot have the magic to peel off the soul. This is not an accident, Salomon, this is a conspiracy against the witch."
Bayonetta's face was expressionless, and her light gray eyes were full of cold anger. Like her, Salomon's mood was like the burnt smell emanating from his jetpack. He didn't expect that Joan of Arc would actually do it because of it.
This comical situation hurts. The mystics of Karma Taj have gone to the scene to investigate, carefully analyzing all the magic that was present there, trying to find out what magic was it that stripped Joan of Arc's soul, and what magic was used to strip Joan of Arc's soul.
Where does the transmission channel that the soul pulls to the lower plane lead to?
"Who else can..." Salomon couldn't continue. He exhaled a breath of hot breath, "I want to borrow the passage."
"This is impossible, Salomon. All the portals on the earth that can go to outer dimensions have been sealed by Kama Taj. Even the Venerable will not allow you to break any of them. After all, no one wants to see success.
Swarms of extradimensional beings burst into the real world."
"I will solve the problem." The mystic mage lowered his eyes.
"I contacted Rodan." Bayonetta said, "He may have the information we want."
Salomon looked at Joan of Arc who was covered in magic aura, holding the pocket watch of the witch clan in her hand. This is where the soul and power of the witch clan lies, showing the relationship between moon phases and magic. The moon has three phases: new moon, full moon and
The waning moon. Destiny is three, magic is three. Salomon suddenly found the person he should ask. "Time waits for no one, I want to find Hecate, the Titan goddess of magic in ancient Greece." He said, "She
Her magical skills are unparalleled, and her elixir will definitely be able to help us."
Master Daniel still wanted to make a final struggle, "His Holiness does not allow you to go to Europe, Salomon."
"I believe that Your Majesty will be able to understand the power of oaths, Master Daniel. Even if it is just an unintentional word, a promise is a promise." Salomon said, "I once swore to the witches that even if their souls fall into hell, I will
Bring it back. Now it’s time to keep your promise.”
"No……"
"I will make a backup plan, Master Daniel." Salomon did not put on his helmet, but he still felt that his jet engine cooling device was damaged during the fight, otherwise why would he feel unbearably hot on his back. "I
We have prepared nuclear bombs. If the mission fails, the large-yield nuclear weapons will completely destroy all the ecology there. Enough light and heat can destroy extradimensional creatures, right?"
Master Daniel sighed, "Yes, but..."
"I promise." Salomon stretched out his hand to greet Constantine, as well as Catherine and Ola, who were attending the meeting as representatives of the sisterhood. "Order the sky aircraft carrier to set sail. Time waits for no one, let's go to the Mediterranean first."