Marvel: Spear Bureau Technical Advisor

Steven Grant thought he was going crazy.Everything that has happened in the past few days has subverted his world view formed in more than 30 years of life.

For the first time, he discovers a second personality in himself, a man named Mark who shares a body with him.And what followed with Mark was a series of horrifying encounters.

In just a few days, he lost his stable job and a date that came out of nowhere; then he met a nagging god, a god who was also nagging, and finally met a man who claimed to be him. Wife woman.

Fortunately, the man named Arthur seemed to be planning to give courtesy first, so he explained all the ins and outs to him face to face.Although he ultimately disagreed with Arthur and the Egyptian god Amit he served, at least he got the point of the matter.

Simply put, an irreconcilable ideological battle broke out between two Egyptian gods; and this battle extended to their respective followers.

Since the personality named Mark in Steven is a follower of one of the gods, Steven was also forced to get involved.

And right now, Steven and his newly-acquainted wife Lila are being chased by the hell monster summoned by Arthur.

When Xiangqian and Modu came here, Steven was wearing a snow-white suit and a hood made of nylon stockings, confronting the monster head-on.

Unlike the black silk commonly used by bank robbers, Steven's nylon stocking headgear is white.

"Although I know that helljack is not a good thing, the man he is going to kill doesn't look like a decent man, does he?" He put on a temporarily borrowed mage cloak, hid in the mirror space, his eyes pierced Passing through the thin space barrier, watching the fight in the alley.

"Except for bank robbers, anyone who wears this kind of headgear is either a voyeur or a perverted sensualist." Steven forward complained about his clumsiness.

Modu, who was also in the mirror space, ignored the thoughts about moving forward, but focused on searching around.

"I didn't find Casillas." Modu pointed to Arthur who was hiding in the shadow of the building. "That man has a remnant of magic fluctuations. He summoned the Helljack."

"A beast of hell in the form of a jackal, an ancient Egyptian god?" Qianqian also spotted Arthur early, "Who is it? Osiris, or Anubis?"

Kama Taj has a rich magical history, and has detailed records of the true side of many myths since ancient times; it is not difficult to recognize the origin of the hell jackal forward.

The difficulty is that the content about the world of the dead and the undead occupies a large proportion in ancient Egyptian mythology, and there is more than one god with the role of hell.

"No matter who it is, it should not openly summon hell monsters in front of the world." Modu said angrily, "Kama Taj does not interfere with the affairs of the gods, but this is not an excuse for them to act arbitrarily."

"You want to care?" Xiangqian glanced at Modu noncommittally.

Modu is ready to go: "I want to give them a reminder, or a warning."

"Should I ask first before talking? I didn't say that, it's just that the flamboyant guy in the white suit doesn't look like a good person."

"The warning is given to both of them at the same time." Modu glared forward and began to cast a spell in his hand.

The mirrored space expands silently, including one person and one wolf in the alley.

Qiangqian smiled disapprovingly: "It's up to you."

In the nearly 20 years of Karma Taj's career, Qianqian has seen through Brother Modu for a long time; he is a rigid guy with too much honor.

In Modu's heart, Karma Taj bears the heavy responsibility of protecting the earth, and naturally has an undoubted lofty status; at the same time, he himself claims to be the best candidate for Karma Taj's heavy responsibility and honor.

With an almost paranoid mentality, Mordo cannot accept the slightest misstep, nor can he accept the slightest behavior that damages Kamataki's honor and prestige—whether it is internal or external.

Right now, the power from the Egyptian gods openly appeared in the secular world, which obviously violated Modu's bottom line.

Steven, who was dragged into the mirror space, yelled in fright when he noticed the sudden change in the surrounding environment; while the hell jackal on the other side obviously lacked IQ, and was still obsessed with the task and rushed towards Steven.

Modu transformed a flail with magic power in his hand, swung it head-on from the side, and beat the hell tiger and wolf to ashes cleanly.

As the personal disciple of the dignified Supreme Mage, it is not easy to deal with a summoned low-level hell monster.

The remaining dregs of hell tigers and wolves turned into decayed dust, were blown out of the mirror space by a gust of wind, and landed directly at Arthur's feet.

"This is a warning from Karma Taj; you have crossed the line." Mordu's voice sounded in Arthur's ear, and the other party's face changed and he left the scene quickly.

"Okay, now it's your turn." Turning back, Modu said seriously; the person he was talking to still hadn't recovered from his senses at the moment, and he was still looking around in the mirror space.

"It's my turn, why is it my turn?" Steven stammered in fright; he watched the other party lightly kill the Hell Jackal with one blow.

Could it be that after killing the jackal, it was his turn to die?

"Tell me, who are you? Who are you fighting with? What are you guys doing?" Modu asked sharply.

"I-I-I-My name is Steven and I'm just a souvenir salesman in a museum...I used to be a salesman. I've always wanted to be a docent, but I've been fired; bathroom. But I didn't do it... To be precise, I and the monster did it together, but I did it in self-defense..."

"Shut up!" This incoherent expression made Mo Du's forehead black; he looked forward subconsciously, and saw that the other party was gloating, clearly intending to watch the fun.

Steven was as frightened as a quail, looking left and right, shy and afraid to speak.

"Who is the person who chased you? Why did he chase you? Who did he work for?" Modu could only use clear questions to guide the other party to answer.

"His name is Arthur;" Steven was also trying to adjust his emotions, "He wants what I have..."

"Don't say it!" Halfway through Steven's words, a sharp voice suddenly sounded in his mind, making his voice pause.

Mo Du, who was waiting for an answer, didn't know why.

"What does that Arthur want, is there anything he can't say?"

Steven didn't answer right away, but slapped his head vigorously and said to himself: "Why can't you say it, someone finally cares about this matter, why don't you hand it over?"

Steven's madness made Modu suspicious.

"Answer my question." Modu asked.

Steven couldn't make a sound anymore, he began to roll on the floor, slapping his cheeks so hard that he almost hurt himself; but he didn't respond to Modu's question.

"Are you crazy?" Modu wanted to pull Steven up, but unexpectedly, the other party stretched out his hand and pushed Modu's hand away; The clumsiness at that time was like two different people.

But before Modu could react more, Steven withdrew his pushing hand and continued to compete with himself.

Looking forward, he was so happy that he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"You just stand and watch? What's going on with this man?" Modu was going crazy.

Looking forward enough, he suppressed his laughter and said, "Can't you see that this person has two personalities, and they are fighting for the dominance of the body. One of them is willing to answer your questions, while the other is obviously unwilling .”

As a potential psychologist, Qianqian saw through Steven's problems almost at a glance.

"Dual personality?" Modu looked at Steven who was stumbling around in astonishment, "Then what should I do, just watch him strangle himself to death?"

"So, do you want me to help?" Xiang Qiang had an inexplicably expectant smile on his face.

Mo Duli was furious, and asked sharply: "Don't you just want to watch from the side?"

"Of course not, but..." Xiang Qiang pretended to be pondering, "When asking for help, most people would say 'please'."

Mo Du's eyeballs were about to pop out, and he almost roared and said, "Then I 'ask' you to do me a favor, OK?"

"Happy to help." Qianqian accepted it when he saw it; he pressed his fingers and said eagerly: "Actually, I have always wanted to try this trick, but I never got the chance; the teacher did not allow me to find the mages of Kama Taj Go and try."

"What trick?" Hearing Xiangqian say that he was banned by Gu Yi, Modu suddenly felt bad.

But it was too late to stop it.

"That's the move." Stretching forward, he made a gesture, saw the opportunity and pushed out a palm, imprinting on Steven's chest impartially.

Steven, who was competing with himself, seemed to have been pressed the pause button, his body froze for an instant, and then slowly fell to the ground.

Two faintly transparent spirit bodies floated in midair.

"SHIT!" Modu only had time to swear, but had no time to stop it.

Separation of the spirit body is not difficult for Modu, and even Kama Taj has quite a few mages who can separate their own spirit bodies; but they are all limited to themselves.It is necessary to force others to separate their spiritual bodies by external force, and one will die if they fail to do so.

After human death, the soul will resonate with the hell dimension and be led into hell; the soul separated from the spirit body is actually no different from the soul of the dead.

A mage can use magic to protect his soul from being drawn away by the hell dimension, but ordinary people who are forced to separate from their spirit bodies have no self-protection ability.If Xiangqian couldn't protect the separated Steven's spirit body, once the other party was introduced into the dimension of hell, it would be tantamount to killing the other party with his own hands.

Xiangqian didn't feel the shock and anger towards Modu, and walked to the two spirit bodies standing in the air; the faces and postures of the two spirit bodies were almost exactly the same.

"You should be Steven." Looking forward at one of the spirit bodies who was full of curiosity and fear, he made his own judgment.

"Yes, yes, I'm Steven; what's wrong with me...Wow!" Steven screamed, startled by another "self" beside him.

It's just that, whether it's his speaking or screaming, there is actually no sound at all; their "voices" are all "consciousness" that are directly transmitted to the other party's mind through the wave of thoughts of the spirit body.

Xiangqian ignored Steven who was making a fuss, but turned his head to look at another spirit body with the same face, but quickly calmed down after panic, and his face was gloomy.

"Then who are you, why don't you introduce yourself?" Xiangqian asked politely.

"Mark Spector." The other party replied with a gloomy face.

After waiting for a while, he asked curiously: "What else? Just saying a name is not self-introduction. If you go to my company to apply for a job like this, I'm afraid the first question will be rejected by the interviewer."

"I don't want to say more."

"It doesn't seem to be up to you." Modu on the side said angrily.

"I have my mission and people I want to protect. I can't reveal the secret. If I don't want to say it, I don't have to." Mark said with a cold face.

Xiangqian smiled: "It's cool, but also stupid!"

Mark glanced disdainfully, but failed to see through the face hidden under the hood of the cloak forward; he said nothing, but the expression on his face seemed to say, "I'm too lazy to talk to you anymore."

Qianqian did not let go of Mark's plan, he pointed to his body limp on the ground, and said with unconcealable malice: "It seems that you haven't understood the current situation; first of all, let me confirm that the person you want to protect Isn't it supposed to be this voyeur who shares your body with you?"

Steven on the side protested angrily: "I'm not peeping, I'm not a pervert!" But no one paid any attention to him.

"Then the next question is, do you think this voyeur is capable of doing the job for you and protecting someone you care about—a woman, I'm guessing?"

There was a trace of concern in Mark's eyes, which was quickly replaced by contemptuous glances - he glanced at Steven beside him with disdain.

"Very well, so the last question is: If I just put this voyeur's soul back into his body and let him go, and at the same time withhold your soul, what do you think will happen next?"

Xiangqian smiled sincerely, but in Mark's eyes, he looked like the most insidious devil in the world.

"How, Mr. Peeping Tom?" He turned forward and asked Steven, "Are you satisfied with getting rid of another personality and the chaos he caused, and taking full control of your body and your future life?"

Steven was ecstatic for a while, and then his smile gradually faded: "I... I... I'm afraid... I can't handle it alone. The point is, Laila, Laila will be in danger."

"Oh, Lila——" Qiangqian was suddenly a little confused, "Is this Lila yours or...his?" His eyes flicked back and forth between Steven and Mark.

"Actually, I just met Laila for less than a day... Strictly speaking, the one who married Laila should be..." Steven was an honest man, hesitating to say everything he should say or not.

But looking at his swaying face, what does the playboy who is a veteran in love don't understand?

"Comeon!" almost burst into laughter, "Dude, you fell in love with another wife of yours? However, this sentence can be simplified as: you fell in love with your own wife."

"There doesn't seem to be anything abnormal, right?" Qianqian asked Mark intentionally.

And Mark's face was already gloomy as if he was about to eat Steven.