Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 154 Old Stories (Second Update!)

Salomon returned to Kamar-Taj headquarters immediately after receiving the notification. He was in a terrible mood. Although he knew that as a member of Kamar-Taj, everyone had to give their lives for the world, he still couldn't quite accept the sacrifice of his comrades. His abilities surpassed those of many arcane mages in Kamar-Taj; he could easily handle enemies that ordinary mages couldn't deal with.

"I should have gone," Salomon said expressionlessly.

"It was originally a minor matter. The planetary defense system detected an extradimensional intrusion, but it wasn't serious. The Sorcerer Supreme is still on Earth," Mordo said. "You can't shoulder everything; it's everyone's responsibility. This situation was something none of us could have predicted."

"Who is the murderer?" Salomon covered the corpse's terrified face with a white sheet, but excess moisture kept seeping through. He was currently in the morgue; soon, ascetics would bury the body behind headquarters. He wasn't familiar with this occultist from the New York Temple, but they had met a few times. Now that he had died at the hands of an extradimensional being, Salomon was somewhat angry.

Mordo shook his head at Salomon's question. "I don't know," he said. "I only know there was a sulfurous smell at the scene, so it must have been a creature from a lower plane. By the time we realized we'd lost contact and something was wrong, he was already lying there."

"Hell or the Abyss? Or perhaps the Four Elemental Planes?" Salomon took a deep breath, preparing to pull out some spellcasting materials from his dimensional bag. "At least I need to know whether I'm facing a devil or a demon. Without knowing the enemy, I can't choose the most suitable spell. Simply sending the murderer back won't satisfy me."

"What are you thinking?" Mordo couldn't hold back any longer. "Are you going to run off to Texas alone to find that lower-dimensional being whose whereabouts are unknown?"

"I'm worried that the creature from that lower plane is connected to me." Salomon raised his hand and placed it in front of Mordo. "Stigmata, remember? Stigmata! Think about Phoenix, do you know what I'm most worried about? I'm most worried that one of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods has come to Earth. Not all of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods are as harmless as Phoenix... In fact, Phoenix is ​​deadly enough for ordinary people."

"Those were just small fry, not powerful figures like the Seventy-Two Pillar Demons, otherwise they wouldn't have sent Drake alone." Mordo stood in front of Salomon, blocking his view of the corpse. "Listen up, Salomon. Leave this to the New York Temple. Mage Daniel can handle it. We just need to wait for orders. The creatures of the lower planes aren't like the vampires and werewolves you've faced. They're born with magic, and you can easily fall victim to it."

"I think I can at least take on one Exusiai now, and I shouldn't have any problem with lower-level creatures of the same level."

"Be a good boy. Unless the Sorcerer Supreme orders you to go out, you're going back to your trip with the witch." Mordo pulled Salomon out of the morgue. "The scenery in Norway is quite beautiful this time of year. I heard you bought a little cabin there? I think you could stay there until summer and try the pickled trout for Easter; it's a rare delicacy."

Salomon sighed. "I won't disobey the Sorcerer Supreme's orders; I'm not some rebellious teenager," he said. "But if the Sorcerer Supreme wants me to set off, you must tell me. Mordo, please."

"I won't disobey the Sorcerer Supreme's orders, so you can rest assured." Mordo stroked Salomon's long, flowing hair that reached his shoulders. "So you can rest assured, I know your capabilities. We all want revenge for Drake, and if we find the killer and the Sorcerer Supreme agrees to your involvement, I will let you know."

"Remember, don't open the portal directly inside the house, or you'll get shot." The arcane mage waved his hand and turned to leave. "I'm going back now. I'll prepare some reindeer meat for you."

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"Remember when I told you about the angels in the Seven and Three Heavens?" The Sorcerer Supreme casually handed Salomon a bag of candy, which she unwrapped and ate one piece at a time. The Sorcerer Supreme did the same, seemingly quite satisfied with the taste of the rainbow candies. "How can a magical world be without magical candy? What a pity."

"Teacher, our topic is angels, not candy," Salomon reminded him.

"That's right, people tend to forget things as they get older." The Sorcerer Supreme didn't seem to care that he still looked quite young. "The angels of the Seven and Three Heavens. Remember the legends about giants I told you about, like Goliath, who was slain by King David? And the truth about the great flood that swept across the entire planet. All that talk about God believing that humanity's original sin hadn't changed is nonsense. The real purpose was to cleanse the bastards of the angels, and the ones overseeing this great cleansing were the Spirits of Vengeance created by God. Interestingly, the power of the Spirits of Vengeance is currently in the hands of Mephisto, the king of Hell, not in the hands of God."

"Teacher, what does this have to do with the lower-dimensional creatures Drake encountered?"

"Please listen to me patiently," the Sorcerer Supreme said, spreading his hands with a hint of helplessness. "Mephisto has always been wandering the human world, but his incarnation on Earth has no power whatsoever; he's just like an ordinary person, and even I can't find him. In fact, the last time I found traces of Mephisto was in New York in 1997, when he was playing his game—he was preparing to use his children left on Earth to breed an army, intending to fight against God at the turn of the millennium. Fortunately, although his son was vain, he mentally defeated Mephisto, thus preventing him from succeeding [Note 1]. But since then, even Kamar-Taj has been unable to find any trace of Mephisto, except for this time."

"Mephisto has appeared?"

"As always, He won't use His power on His mortal incarnation; that would be too conspicuous." The Venerable raised an eyebrow. "This time, He's simply eliminating His rebellious son. Although His incarnation is powerless, His knight does the work—the Spirit of Vengeance I mentioned earlier. Mephisto has found a new Ghost Rider. As for Mephisto's son, the Witchheart… I don't want to use vulgar language, but it is indeed incredibly foolish. It thinks that finding that contract with a thousand souls will allow it to overthrow its father. A thousand souls? That's less than the number of souls that went to hell during World War II! A thousand souls are just a small treat for Mephisto; if it weren't for his devilish nature, He would have even forgotten about that old grudge." [Note 2]

"so……"

"So you absolutely cannot interfere this time, and the farther away you are, the better." The Venerable gave the order decisively. "Although Ghost Rider is helpless against you, you have no idea how much Mephisto wants your soul. If he could exchange all the souls of Hell for yours, Mephisto wouldn't hesitate; he would be more than happy to make that deal—after all, you are a contender for the Seventh Throne, a candidate for the next Satanic Lord, and your seventy-two demons are hoping you can sit on that throne."

"So... what about you, teacher?"

"I don't mind," the Sorcerer Supreme blinked, "but there's no candy in Hell, is there?"

[Note 1] The movie "The Devil's Advocate".

[Note 2] The Ghost Rider setting is based on the movie version, but some comic book settings will still be incorporated, since there will be a major event called Fear Roots in the future.

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