Marvel Book of Magical Events

The harsh winter is coming, and the last season of climbing Mount Everest of the year is also coming to an end. Most tourists have left this place immediately after using their banknotes and the shoulders of Sherpas to complete an achievement worthy of bragging in social circles. In this bitter cold land, only a few people are dedicated to investing their wealth and souls in the enthusiasm of Sherpa villages embedded in the deep mountains under the mountains and black rocks covered with thick snow, hundreds of kilometers away from the nearest town of Shigatse. Only then can they see a scene they will never forget in their lives.

The only road in the remote village built on the mountain is steep and bumpy. The black rock road is paved with people wearing various costumes. Even during the peak tourist season, this village will not be so crowded. Led by a large group of red-clad lamas holding prayer wheels, Sherpas wearing rough and thick woolen coats stood devoutly on both sides of the road, watching in awe and surrounding a group of people wearing robes and wearing haircuts who were hiking across the road. The monk with slicked hair handed them oil cakes, glutinous rice cakes, yogurt and boiling butter tea. Walking at the front of this huge team, in addition to a group of ascetics smeared with bone-white ashes and wearing patchwork clothing, there are also several giants wearing gorgeous golden armor and crimson cloaks. Ordinary people can only get holding the elbows of these mythical figures.

If travelers know something about human history and geography, then these lucky travelers will find that these ascetics should come from the other side of the Himalayas. Their thin clothes and thin bodies cannot support them in such harsh conditions. Survive in the environment, but the fanaticism caused their body temperature to rise, and the scattered snowflakes melted on the dirty skin smeared with ashes, washing away the dirt. The sadhus regard the falling snow as a ritual, so they spread their arms in the procession to the cold wind and let the mountains leave their mark on their skin.

It was a place where disparate religious forces seemed to live in harmony.

Even the elderly Sherpa could only vaguely recall the legend of the tribe that was older than the mountains when he saw the scene in front of him. Legend has it that when the Supreme Being ascends to the top of the mountain, the gods who live in the underworld and the mountains will go to visit the Lord of the World, the King of the Mountains, the Master of the Supreme Mysteries, the Immortal New God. The procession will travel hundreds of kilometers, crossing mountains, valleys and rivers to the abode of the new god, witnessing the beginning of eternal rule and declaring that the human world will be the supreme realm.

This ceremony has not been performed for more than a thousand years.

Until a few months ago, the monks living on the top of the mountain walked down the cliff and told them that the former Supreme Being had gone to heaven and the new Supreme Being had been born on earth. This Sherpa settlement and other local residents' villages began to prepare to The employment fees earned from travel companies were exchanged for food, fuel and spices to feed the livestock, and they planned to follow the procession to secret places that ordinary people cannot reach. Even the oldest local residents cannot tell the location of the secret place, because it is among the clouds and mist of the mountains and is not among them. People who are lucky enough to arrive there will forget its location after leaving. Only those who live in the mountains all year round, Only villages with little contact with the outside world are allowed to know the location of the secret place.

This procession was extremely long, with torches mixed with expensive spices inserted at regular intervals on both sides of the road. The choking smoke and fire extended from the end of the village to the other side of the winding mountains visible to the naked eye, and then disappeared into the sky, as if they were ancient. The mountain cracked with a gap flowing with magma. The low chanting of the red lama holding a prayer wheel merged with the almost crazy shouts of joy of the ascetic monks. Two teams gathered in the middle, dressed in dark brown and indigo, holding gifts.

Floating above the team was a giant lotus platform made entirely of gold that could cover the entire village. Under the lotus platform was burning a blazing flame, slowly moving forward with the team. Supernatural and contrary to the laws of nature, the light rises from the ground and sinks into the clouds. Countless petals and ribbons that look like entities fall from the sky with gorgeous colors, and then dissipate into thousands of shimmering lights before falling on people's heads, gradually entering the night. The mountains are illuminated again. As this incredible imagination approaches, the air heated by the flames spreads around like a warm wind sweeping through the valley. Standing on the lotus platform is a giant statue of a god with three invisible heads, made entirely of pure white gems, followed closely by a giant statue of a god made of crimson gems, carved from a giant sphere of opal. of twelve moons and so on.

From now on, these relationship networks will be handed over to Victor von Doom, and the fate of Hydra will be decided by him. I am good at leaving professional things to professional people. If I were to When dealing with these matters, I prefer to crush the enemy directly rather than use spies, just like I did when I brought Hydra to its knees.

Salomon sighed, the atmosphere was a little heavy.

Even as the person who pushes this wheel forward, he has to succumb to the objective laws of history and wait for his opportunity to come. The freedom he gained in this political game needs to be accumulated with weapons, soldiers and money. Personal force is the guarantee for the smooth development of these forces. The sky aircraft carrier that cruises in the Mediterranean and outer space is his bargaining chip to control the situation in the Middle East and Europe and gain time for his stable development. He personally recruited a large number of young people from Eastern Europe and the Middle East and sent them to the Immortal City, the unexplored secret base of S.H.I.E.L.D., and the completely controlled Hydra youth training camp. He needed time to let these seeds of the future grow. For the saplings he wants, then fill them into the army and administrative system.

He looked at the parade approaching at the bottom of the mountain. He was holding a very ordinary-looking long sword in his hand. The tip of the sword was touching the rock, and the shining sword body was slowly burning under the night. In the courtyard of the Kama Taj Sanctuary, he told Wanda Maximoff everything about his whereabouts last night. Until now, she didn't know that the Malik family, the List family and other tycoons and political giants were actually Hydra. It was even the first time she realized that these ancient families and the people who controlled the world really existed. Taking advantage of the time, he also told Wanda Maximoff about the World Security Council's decision during the Battle of New York, as well as the origin of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the history of Hydra, which spanned more than three thousand years. The entanglement was completely beyond her imagination, and it also supplemented her understanding of the world. He was more interested in being a scholar and teacher than a god of war, even if he was less qualified.

I assure you that Hydra in the original sense no longer exists in this world. The life of Baron Strucker's son has entered a countdown. The three thousand-year tradition of Hydra has been completely destroyed. Gathering these ancient families The centripetal force is gone and they have a new allegiance.

He said with some apology, I can honestly tell you that I don't trust Hydra. If you want, you and Pietro can end Alex Strack's life with your own hands and give you what his father gave you. The pain and suffering of revenge. But I need Hydra now, at least the Malik family, the List family and other ancient families to provide me with resources and intelligence. At least before I completely digest Hydra, I need them. I don’t The mistakes of Project Paperclip will be made, and HYDRA will be completely dismantled.”

Wanda tilted her head.

She glanced behind her at the Kama Taj Mystic who was busy preparing, to make sure no one got too close.

There is also the weird cat who always smiles and wears cute clothes. It seems to be lying lazily on the ground, but it stares at everyone who comes close with wide eyes and makes a threatening hiss. She found that the attitude of these mystics towards her teacher was not as respectful as expected, but more fearful. The traces of that conflict were still left in this ancient fortress, and the mystics were over-protected by the Supreme Mage. Never thought that one day I would witness the bloody ending in my homeland. They are also hostile to girls wearing power armor and carrying bolters at their waists, even if they are just responsible for maintaining order and helping them pave their courtyards. Since that conflict, the Sisterhood has not left here, and they work with the mystics who support the Emperor to maintain order here.

According to the emperor's external statement, the evil god from the outer dimension cursed and possessed the Supreme Mage. In the end, he helped the Supreme Master, who briefly regained his self-awareness, to die, get rid of his bondage, and gain freedom. However, he told Wanda that this was not the case. The Supreme Mage sacrificed himself to wrest from the evil gods of extradimensional dimensions a key concept that would allow the human race to gain its own will. Being possessed and corrupted was one of the costs. In order to achieve this goal, since he began to learn the secrets of psychic energy, the Supreme Mage has frequently physically traveled in and out of outer dimensions and visited many planets in the galaxy.

Not everyone can accept this truth.

Unrestrained solicitation of extradimensional energy is a taboo of Karma Taj. All those who do so are corrupted without exception, even the Supreme Mage is no exception - the Supreme Master cannot guarantee himself when formulating this plan. Will not fall. Having devised this plan, he was the insurance policy that ensured that His Holiness' soul remained pure. But he could not tell the mystics that the real cause of the Supreme Mage's death was not a curse but a sacrifice. Only he and the Supreme Mage in this universe could know the reason. The value of that secret is too high. Those memories are very dangerous to anyone's soul. The moment they are told, they will be fully counterattacked by all the forces in the outer dimension. Even if you think about the relevant content, you must do it well. Confidentiality Measures.

Now he is not ready to resist the counterattack, and all actions must be careful.

He hates that this bad world requires the sacrifice of the Supreme Mage, and he hates others for slandering the Supreme Master's efforts. His expression remained unchanged, but Wanda could feel his emotions briefly set off a wave in the outer dimension, like a star erupting in a solar storm, with hot spiritual energy surging in the outer dimension. This emotion passed in a flash, followed immediately by calmness, complete silence, as if he had cut off the connection between his soul and the outer dimension. He controlled his emotions and tried to avoid twists and turns in this formal trial. Today, Kama Taj needs peace and recuperation, and must unite all available forces.

Wanda Maximoff was silent for a long time.

She stared down at the slow-moving procession gradually covered by the night that shrouded the mountains, and her eyes reflected the firelight as bright as the stars. The psychic wave he set off surged, then subsided, and then completely calmed down. Wanda's psychic power did not get out of control. He watched with relief as Wanda Maximoff was able to control her psychic powers so naturally, which meant there was less and less risk of her losing control.

He is not a hard-hearted person, and if he could, he hoped that he would never point his gun at Wanda.

There is no need, teacher. I don't care about Baron Strucker, let alone the life or death of his son. I will always support your idea, even if others don't understand it. If it weren't for those human experiments, you wouldn't go to that castle, then Pietro and I wouldn't have met you, we might have...

Wanda Maximoff tightly grasped the snake bone staff, and scarlet lightning surged from the snake's skull, making a slight crackling sound in the air. She thought of the elegant woman in the Oxfordshire manor who wore a black suit, blood-red lipstick, a hat and a veil, dressed like an Italian mafia widow (referring to Bayonetta, Wanda's imagination was purely Stereotype) will support him as much as myself.

As I said, your and Pietro's abilities are not the result of human experimentation, they are your gifts. Baron Strucker has changed nothing, and his super soldier plan was never going to work out from the beginning.

It doesn't matter, I don't care about Hydra.

Wanda took a deep breath. She wondered if her teacher was trying to avoid the most important issue.

She fully understood what the Emperor meant by dispelling the Hydra. In the Emperor's telling, the ancient Hydra originated from the genetic engineering of humans by the Kree during the Stone Age. After the genetically engineered slaves were banished, a group of vested interests in the genetically engineered products gathered to form the original Hydra. , and then these interest groups maintain the ancient beliefs through blood sacrifices and rituals year after year, even if this belief has become a complete formalism.

She has taken theology courses and understands that this belief system that completely isolates itself from other human civilizations, like the belief system that studies Tanach and controls social resources, has huge centripetal force. If you want to break this belief, then the most effective The method of conversion was violence rather than the administrative orders used by the Ottoman Empire after the demise of the Byzantine Empire, and the emperor chose to give a new faith after breaking the faith, thereby completely digesting the resources brought by this ancient belief system.

Why do you suddenly want to confess this to me?

I have many secret plans that cannot be made public, but you are qualified to know this, because Hydra is also one of the culprits of Sokovia's fall into poverty and war. If other people...such as Tony Stark or Steve Rogers, or even other governments who are openly anti-HYDRA, then attacking the system I have built will become the consensus of the world...I am not telling you this information as a sentimental choice, but because I want you to participate More, to provide a sustained deterrent to Hydra while I focus on other plans. Pietro will also be involved, and his mission is different from yours.

Salomon smiled.

He was clearly very pleased with his prank.

His next mission is not to fight, not on a space station but in a castle. The Inhuman princess, Crystal, a beautiful little blond girl, Countess Catalina is mediating her language and etiquette. I think Pietro Maybe talk to that little girl... While Attilan is a shitty place that requires periodic coups to cut down the population and maintain the ruling class, the moon is humanity's outpost into the universe, and it's important there.

Pietro doesn't have what it takes to be a ruler!

He does not need to rule, he only needs to obtain legal principles. It does not matter whether this legal principle continues. In any case, those aliens who have received Kree genetic engineering can only stay in the Attilan base on the moon, and they must be made to obey me. Boltguns can't do everything.

I'll ask his opinion, Wanda said.

Salomon laughed relaxedly. When he sees the Inhuman princess, he might have different ideas. This is a secret plan that can be made public, isn't it?