Crossing at the same time, all nightmares start

Chapter 26: The Ancient Book of Semitic Magic
Charlie, the boy standing in the middle of the warehouse, suddenly came to his senses.

He looked at the bodies of his parents and his sister's head in disbelief.

Suddenly he broke down and screamed.

Matthew knocked him out with a knife in time.

Then he was cast a tranquilizing spell from the Thirteenth Branch of the Betrayer.

When you are under too great a mental shock, it is obviously best to faint temporarily.

After doing all this, Matthew turned around and found that Peter and the other two had put down their weapons without knowing when.

She made the sign of the cross with one hand on her chest and prayed devoutly to him.

The girl in leather jacket poked her head out of the warehouse window and looked at him cautiously.

"What are you doing?"

Matthew rolled his eyes helplessly.

Upon seeing this, several people immediately stopped praying and stared at him with burning eyes.

When they were on the road, they knew that Matthew was very strong.

But the scene just now was too shocking.

If you add two wings
"Matthew, oh no, Mr. Crystal, that thing on the ground is the source of the changes that have occurred to the residents of Santa Monica. As long as we destroy it, it should be all over."

Mrs. Warren said seriously.

Peter took out a small notebook from his pocket and wrote something on it quickly.

Matthew cast his gaze towards the black book and the skull dagger on the ground.

He recognized it when he first came in.

Should this book be called, The Book of the Dead?
Did the ancient Semites use human skin as the cover, human flesh as the pages, and fill ancient magic books written in blood?

The skull dagger next to it is the staff for casting spells.

It is also a weapon that can temporarily destroy the Book of the Dead.

Matthew's eyes lit up.

The ancient Semites lived at the junction of Europe, Asia and Africa and had extremely high attainments in magic.

In past history, it is said that almost all ethnic groups in that area came from the ancient Semites, including their religions.

In the movie "The Thing Called Dark," the magic recorded in the Book of the Dead is quite complicated.

Not only is there black magic that controls the power of life and death, but it even records high-level magic that can travel through time and space.

However, the ancient Semitic language has long been lost in this world, and most of the protagonists in the movie cannot understand it, so the power of the book is not brought out at all.

But just because they don’t understand doesn’t mean Matthew doesn’t understand!

In many worlds, Semitic mythology exists as the origin of the Church.

Most high-level exorcism runes are composed of ancient Semitic words.

This includes the Knights World.

As an elite of the Thirteenth Department of the Betrayer, ancient Semitic is a compulsory course for him!

Because of his poor performance in Semitic languages, he had no idea how many times he had been beaten by his adoptive father, Father Anderson the Gunsword.

Haha, what about "violence can only be used against heretics, not against one's own people".

Don’t you even look at who holds the power to define heresy?

"Violence should not be used against one's own people, but not studying hard is heresy, Amen."

Listen, is this human talk?

In addition, there was another thing that concerned Matthew.

The Marvel world also has a book of the dead, called the Scroll of Sithon, or the Darkhold, which is the source of all dark magic.

I don't know if the two are related.

Calm down the excitement.

Matthew opened the Book of the Dead, and sure enough, he knew the meaning of most of the words in it.

However, the ancient magic of the Semites is too obscure, and it will take a long time to truly master it.

After flipping through a few pages, Matthew soon found another way to solve the problem besides destroying the Book of Death.

A spell to banish the undead.

This spell is not difficult. In the movie, even ordinary people can read the deciphered spell and it will still work directly.

Most suitable for the current situation.

Read it silently in your mind many times to make sure there are no mistakes.

Matthew raised the skull dagger that served as a staff, moved his lips slightly, and fluently recited a string of obscure and complex syllables.

The moment the spell appeared, an inexplicably creepy aura rose between heaven and earth.

The clouds over Santa Monica began to swirl.

The leather jacket chick Serena shuddered and quickly climbed in through the window again.

As a dark creature, the feeling of oppression from above brought by the activation of the Book of Death made her unable to think of resisting at all.

Compared to the outside, Matthew chanting the spell made her feel safer for some reason. "Can Mr. Crystal succeed?"

Mrs. Warren said with some concern as she leaned against the wall to steady herself.

"Most definitely."

Mr. Warren had a serious expression and held his wife's hand firmly.

The clouds were spinning faster and faster.

As the last word of the spell fell, the dark clouds in the sky formed a huge vortex.

Countless purple lightning bolts were madly moving in the surrounding dark clouds.

A faint light fell from the center of the vortex, as if it came from another world.

The next moment, countless roars filled with resentment came from the direction of Santa Monica.

Everyone looked out the window hurriedly.

I saw one white light after another shooting up into the sky and being sucked into the clouds at an extremely fast speed.

It was like a grand fireworks display.

The fireworks lasted for ten minutes.

When the last dead person disappeared from the world, the vortex above Santa Monica finally stopped spinning.

The dark clouds dissipated and the rain gradually became sparse.

The sun shines through the gaps in the clouds, bringing light back to the world.

"Matthew, you did it."

Peter breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

"I can't imagine what Santa Monica would have been through without you. You are a true saint."

"You should keep the saint thing to yourself."

Matthew shrugged and curiously approached Peter with the Book of the Dead and the dagger.

"What did you write in the notebook just now?"

Peter subconsciously covered the pocket containing the notebook and said embarrassedly.

"Nothing much, just some experience and insights, maybe it will be useful in the future."

Matthew narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"I suspect you were teasing me behind my back. Let me see."

"Absolutely not. There's really nothing to see."

Under Matthew's gaze, Peter finally handed over his notebook.

Turning to the first page, it read: "Solomon's 62nd Demon Lord Valak is suspected of concealing his identity and engaging in illicit transactions in Hell. The other demons are unaware of this and can be used as a bargaining chip at critical moments."

Then he turned to the second page, which had only one name written on it: "Matthew Crystal."

There is also a pair of wings drawn on both sides of the name.

Matthew looked up at him expressionlessly.

Peter smiled awkwardly.

"Okay, I admit that's what I thought.

I'm just a little curious, are you...

"What do you think?"

"I think it is."

Peter looked at him seriously and said firmly.

"And he must be a combat angel, otherwise he wouldn't be so powerful.

Are you here on God's orders to protect the people of Santa Monica?"

Matthew shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.

These are all Peter's imagination, he didn't say anything.

But in the eyes of others, this is tacit consent.

The Warrens had a look of "as expected."

Just listen to Matthew continue.

"Peter, you don't really think that an angel can come down from heaven just because of something that happened in a small town?

It’s not easy to get approval for a business trip at public expense, and we’ll even have to take some kickbacks after we arrive.

No, every time it descends, the cost is huge. Why would it descend if it wasn't a major event?"

Peter automatically ignored one of the sentences because he didn't want his faith to be shaken.

"That"

"Peter, do you think Bishop Balducci is normal?"

(End of this chapter)