Marvel Magic Event Book

Johnny Blaze has been having a headache recently. He feels that every time the thunder outside the window sounds, the sound waves from far to near will break into his brain, and the thunder will go back and forth between the fragile blood vessels of his brain. Impact, echo.Every impact of sound waves made him feel like someone was beating his eardrums from the inside out with a big hammer, causing his forehead to secrete cold sweat.That's the sound of a heartbeat.He remembered that it was his heartbeat.

It's a good thing to have a heartbeat, at least he still has a heart now, instead of an empty flame between the front and back ribs.He felt that the damn thing inside him was getting more and more crazy.Moru had said that he could help him get rid of this thing, so he believed it, despite the cynicism of the young magician, just because he wanted to see his girlfriend again.He originally thought he was getting rid of the devil in his body, but later he learned that Moru had just buried the thing deeper - and now the ghost thing was raising its head and screaming in the pit, making him almost unable to sleep.

But fortunately, that ghost thing can't crawl out yet and can't replace him again at night.But even so, he still ran away from Carter Shirey, because even the old Ghost Rider Carter Shirey he knew couldn't solve this problem.According to the young magician, the thing inside him was not the same thing that Carter Shirey once had, and he had to work harder than Carter Shirey to control that thing.

control!Control be damned!He only felt that in a short time, his blood would boil and explode in his veins, and he would once again taste the pain of fire burning his body from the inside out, his internal organs, his muscles, his skin, everything about him , will be burned up in the fire, leaving only a set of bones filled with flames and the soul of the devil.

Johnny Blaze still can't forget the pain. Even on the first night after successfully suppressing the devil, he still needed alcohol to help him sleep, otherwise the pain would crash into his dream at midnight. It is for this reason that he was arrested for drunk driving in the United States - not to mention now, the devil is using its voice to remind Johnny not to forget this pain, because sooner or later, this pain will happen again Advent.

He needs more wine, something strong enough to make him lose consciousness!Because only by completely losing consciousness could he exclude the endless roar that echoed in his soul from his mind.Johnny sat up in bed and fumbled under the bed for the bottle.What's this?Scotch distilled whiskey!Enough liquor to drive a sports car!

"You're almost done with my wine." Father Moreau was an excellent roommate because he always brought plenty of wine.After Johnny Blaze left the old knight, he left the United States with Father Moru who came to visit him. According to the priest himself, the church had sent new members of the Inquisition to replace the brothers who had died. As the only survivor, his position has been greatly improved, and his monthly allowance has increased by more than half.

Now, he can afford even if Moru and Johnny drink every day - Johnny doesn't have much money on him, and her girlfriend tried to send money to Father Moru after learning about his condition, but But Johnny refused.His pride would not allow it, and the reason why he stayed at Father Moru's place was because there was a way to make money.

"This is the price for your church to hire me." Johnny waved his hand impatiently, trying to get back the Scotch distilled whiskey that was taken away by Father Moru. "Speaking of which, I didn't know there was such a job in the world. You only need to pray every day and receive Holy Communion on weekends and you can get a sum of money. This may be the best job in the world, right?"

"Your prayers are ungrateful, Johnny." Moru said earnestly and sat beside Johnny's bed. He had no intention of returning the prayer to Johnny, because he still had something to say, and he wanted Johnny to stay awake.At least that's the case for now."I know you're disappointed, but prayer does help alleviate your symptoms," he said.

"But this can't be completely solved, can it?" Johnny felt the flames spreading from the gaps in his bones, and he felt his skin smoking.But when he looked down in horror, he found that it was just an illusion.The worst hallucination, the thing he feared the most.Johnny swallowed, trying to make sure he wasn't burning.

"I remember what Salomon said." The sudden fear interrupted his irritability, and Johnny became depressed. "He said this was my destiny, and I could never get rid of the vengeful spirit."

"I've given him the news," Moru said, "and I've left the chips. You don't know how surprised the Church was when she found out that that little bastard was the Son, and I happened to have that dream. Pope (Papa) believes that this dream foretells the great achievements of the Son. The Son is destined to kill a three-headed dragon and the church will canonize him, just like the canonization of St. George - not the canonization of the Roman Church. That’s worthless—in the meantime, I’ve got a chance for you.”

Moru tidied up his words and said with a wink, "You must not tell anyone else about this. The spirit of vengeance belongs to hell. If by then you still cannot suppress the spirit of vengeance and are willing to do anything to find peace... …I think you can go to hell to resolve this matter. Don’t tell the people in the church that they just want to drive the vengeful spirit in you to hunt down dark magic creatures, otherwise why do you think they would hire you.”

"I'm not surprised that the church has this purpose, and I'm not stupid. But your method is to make me face the devil?" Johnny's eyes widened.

"Of course." Moru was a little proud, "The magician still has some things he didn't tell you, but his character made him unable to tolerate our mistakes, so he told me something we didn't know before - he I didn’t tell you what the nature of the vengeful spirit in your body is, how powerful it is, and what Mephisto did to this vengeful spirit. If you are willing to listen, then I will tell you slowly... …”

"Then let's open this bottle of wine first."

The tea cup in Balthazar's hand was already empty. He secretly poured the whiskey from his stainless steel flask into it and continued to pretend to taste the tea.He felt that if he didn't drink a little, he wouldn't be able to ignore the deafening sound of metal clanging in the room.

Every time the Supreme Mage struck Gangnir with Mjolnir, a large amount of dazzling sparks would erupt from the Ark of the Covenant. The noise of the collision between artifacts almost knocked Balthazar over.But it wasn't without some interesting things. When Balthazar thought about Thor's puzzled expression when he stretched out his hand to summon the hammer, Balthazar found that scene extremely interesting.He should remember not to throw the hammer around.

It's a pity that he can't see that scene now, he can only continue to endure the noise.

"My King." Taking advantage of the Supreme Mage's break, Balthazar made timely advice. He unconsciously raised his voice, "Perhaps you should give your disciple more trust. He might be able to survive intact. He's back. His stigmata is not just for making up numbers."

"I just don't want him to use the stigmata too much to open the Ark of the Covenant." The Venerable glanced at Balthazar who was putting the tea cup to his mouth. "I know you are drinking, stop pretending. Tell me. , isn’t it normal to have more plans for your disciples? Don’t you do the same for your disciples?”

"I asked Dave to major in environmental science. After all, druids also need to keep pace with the times. Stonehenge and the like are too old-fashioned, and there are no other druids to communicate with now (Druid Society) ." After being discovered, Balthazar generously picked up the small stainless steel bottle and took a sip. He poked his ear hole with his finger, "But I never worried about Dave. He can handle his own problems. question."

"Then do you think Dave is qualified to serve as Salomon's advisor?" His Holiness asked. "When Salomon inherits the title, will Dave be able to become as knowledgeable a wise man as Merlin?"

"Well... no."

"Then you need to speed up your education. Salomon's education since he was a child has been much more arduous. He doesn't need a consultant who is not smart enough."

"Are you being a little too strict with Salomon?" Balthazar couldn't help but ask, "Those responsibilities naturally do not belong to him."

The Supreme Mage sneered twice, "His natural responsibility is to be crucified on the cross. The future I have arranged for him is much better. Even if this road is difficult, he can at least live and have his own brain. Stop talking nonsense, Balthazar, and quickly think of a way to open this thing, my patience is about to run out."