Marvel Magic Event Book

The first mate heard his breathing, the captain's breathing.Even though he was now on another ship, he could hear the captain breathing.It seems that as the fleet advances towards the endless void at the edge of the galaxy, the curtain between reality and illusion becomes thinner and thinner.The first mate felt that something unrealistic in the captain was slowly extending its fangs. It was a great thing that could not be described in words, and it continued to radiate to the entire fleet with the captain's strong heartbeat.After the crew carved the runes, the feeling became stronger. It seemed that the captain was sleeping on his throne, sleeping among the jungle of steel and cables. The captain's body seemed to be just a container to carry something, and the thing in that container He is slowly poking his head out.

The noisy villains quieted down and even learned to tread more lightly.

No one rebelled, no one had nightmares, everything was so peaceful.

The first mate never saw the captain again. The orders he received were all handed over by an old human man wearing a plaid scarf, but the handwriting on them was indeed written by the captain.Especially the little tail of letters that tilts up gracefully at the end of the sentence is something that only a captain can write. "This is for your own good." The first mate still remembered how vicious the old guy's joking expression looked under the pale light of the passage. "We are sailing towards the border of illusion, where countless monsters in nightmares are born. He is using Protect everyone with his own power, using his essence and soul. Not everyone can enter that room now, I think you don’t want to become a brainless petitioner, right?”

"Those people in there..." the first mate asked hesitantly, his bald blue head covered with pale white scars that had healed.The armor he wore was made by craftsmen ordered by the captain, including the sword he wore.Originally, the first mate looked down on melee weapons, but in the boarding battles again and again, the role of melee weapons was demonstrated.The first mate agrees very much with the captain's aesthetic. No weapon looks better than the combination of a sword and a gun.

"There are some pilots inside." He spotted the light leaking from the captain's cabin at the corner of the passage.This means that the captain still has the lights on and he is still awake. "What to do with those people?"

"Just think of them as dead, they are no longer human beings." The old guy said the most terrifying words in the calmest tone, "Their souls no longer belong to you. Souls, cards... don't care about you. How do civilizations call the combination of body and consciousness, the personal reflection of the etheric plane? Those crew members no longer have those things, their will is too weak, just like their bodies."

Merlin pointed at other ships through the reinforced glass.

"So are they," he said. "Everyone is affected, but it's better than having nightmares."

Merlin's education to Dave has not stopped. Even if the entire fleet is shrouded in light, he can lead Dave's soul to leave the protection and roam in a twisted nightmare.Whenever Dave couldn't resist, he would pull Dave back into Salomon's light and then throw him out again the next moment.This happened all the time, Dave was tortured, his spirit gradually weakened, but his strength and skills were also improving at a jaw-dropping speed.On Earth, there would be a long list of mental illnesses on his medical record, but with the best psychotherapists in the universe, Dave would simply be cured and put back into the fight.

He is the heir to the school of Merlin, and Gaia, the goddess of the earth, looks after this fool.

Salomon is preparing for Ngaray.He had a premonition that he would achieve his purpose there.

In order for the fleet to sail smoothly to the target location, he can only fall into a deep sleep, safe and lasting liberating the stigmata, lest the crew be corrupted by Sithorne's dreams, lest he become someone he does not even recognize.But his consciousness did not fall into chaos. The parchment and quill beside him were still working, and the crew members who had been assimilated by the essence of the stigmata were constantly issuing orders according to his ideas.The souls of these crew members have been melted by the unparalleled power of the Stigma, which once again convinced Salomon of the danger of the Stigmata.

In other words, his own danger.

The reason why that place is called [Dream Curtain] is because Sithorne's dream enters reality from there.No matter how powerful the seal is, it is impossible to completely block Sithorne's power. If it were possible, the Scarlet Witch would not be born.Sithorne's dreams have been continuously monitored by the Merlin Wizards for thousands of years, trying to find out Sithorne's plot to escape.

Occasionally Karma Taj also receives requests for assistance from En-Galai.The last time Salomon returned to reality from Salem, the reason why Karma Taj was able to arrange a team to eliminate the cultists so quickly was because the moment he entered the distorted time and space of Salem, the Merlin Wizards had already issued a warn.Considering the blood relationship between the other universe and this universe, this warning is also reasonable, because those cultists are really likely to summon Sithorne's clone and cause huge damage to the real universe.

The copy of the "Necronomicon" can also speak, tempting spellcasters to learn the dark magic contained in it.Salomon plans to give Wanda a copy of the "Necronomicon" that he personally copied after returning to Earth, the kind that can't speak.But that is for the future, and he is still trapped on an isolated island in the endless void.

The further it goes to the edge of the galaxy, the fewer ships the fleet encounters.Not only are there no spaceships from alien civilizations, there are also fewer and fewer pirates and smugglers.They sailed outward from the junction between the outer Southern Cross Arm and the Carina Arm, past the wandering old stars in the Milky Way halo, and the fiery thoughts of the gaseous nebula nearly burned the fleet more than once.There are only the remains of the spacecraft here, a terrifying nightmare shrouds here, and countless frozen or charred corpses are still floating in the void.

The lights in the captain's cabin had gone out, and the light that bloomed from him filled the room.From the perspective of the soul, this fleet is wrapped in a layer of golden light. Countless corrupted nightmares and twisted and disgusting monsters are reduced to ashes the moment they come into contact with that light.Salomon didn't know how long time had passed on Earth - there were no stars, no planets, just endless void, and the curvature of space and time around him was much smaller than on Earth.He had studied general relativity, and he knew what it meant. From a higher dimension, he and the fleet were sailing on the plane of space-time, and the curvature of space-time was almost non-existent around him.

The watch on my wrist is still running, but time has lost its meaning.This was an incredibly long journey and he needed to sleep.To the faint murmurs of pain from the fleet, to the blasphemous whispers of distorted dreams, to the majestic hymns from the soul, to the devout prayers from the distant inner reaches of Orion's arms, he fell into a deep sleep.