Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 822 Rage and Tears (Second Update)

Mathematics is the foundation of almost all magic, and is especially important in divination spells.

Arithmetic divination, numerology, divination by spirit, astrology, Zi Wei Dou Shu, feng shui, Qi Men Dun Jia, Liu Yao, and other divination-based spells all require the caster to possess extensive mathematical knowledge and strong mental arithmetic abilities. Salomon can say without false modesty that, nurtured by the numerous books of Kamar-Taj, he is extremely skilled in this type of magic, making him one of the best among Kamar-Taj's many occultists. Although these are all guesses, it doesn't prevent him from repeatedly divining using multiple divination spells to eliminate incorrect answers—however, prophecies are always ambiguous, and Salomon doesn't necessarily need a precise prophecy. Instead, he divines the degree of good or bad fortune, then uses a few detection spells to probe the nature of the portal, using statistical methods to arrive at the answer he desires.

"I don't quite understand why some people always like to appear behind others," the sorcerer muttered to himself. "Does this kind of mystification make them seem more powerful?"

A prismatic object encased in blue crystal emerged from the void. "Now that you've discovered it, I can be frank with you."

"If this is a cutscene, then you'd better dress like a human being." Salomon put his helmet back on, turned to look at the guy, his armored hand intentionally or unintentionally resting on the scabbard. If things changed, he could draw his sword and slash at lightning speed. This postmodern style of dress, blurring gender boundaries, had the feel of a modern American fashion show, which was something this Baroque style enthusiast really disliked, making his impression of the guy extremely bad.

"First impressions are important, and it seems you haven't been very successful. Who are you?"

"You can call me, Prophet." The creature chuckled mysteriously, as if everything was under its control. Salomon didn't have a good impression of this guy, not only because of his style of dress, but also because of the timing of his appearance. At the same time, Salomon harbored some doubts, because it was incredibly foolish for him to step forward at this moment. If this guy wanted to deceive him, then appearing now meant he was the mastermind. Therefore, Salomon wanted to hear what this self-proclaimed prophet had to say.

"I can't hide the secrets of the World Watchers from you. Since you want to go to Hell, I can help you."

"There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. What do you want?"

"Of course, of course. I see your potential, and naturally I know your price is high. I've seen a lot, including your battle with the Sage. I can openly admit that I monitored you and the Witch Clan when you entered Noah'dune, and I believe you also sensed that spell." The Prophet slowly descended before Salomon, speaking without hesitation, "I think there might be a small misunderstanding between us, and I believe that once we clear it up, you'll be on my side. After all, my stance is the same as Kamar-Taj's—to kill any creature in this world that can affect the development of humanity. This is a long story, and we're in a hurry, so I'll keep it brief..."

"...So your goal is to eliminate the left and right eyes that can alter the past and future?"

Upon hearing Salomon's hesitant tone, the Prophet was overjoyed. His previous plan to have the masked sage assassinate his brother had failed; if he could win the man over, it would mean his plan would succeed. The Prophet couldn't help but admire his own intelligence, unaware that Salomon was also assessing his intellect.

"You surely understand the risks involved. How terrible it would be if someone abused the Eye of the World. Moreover, now that only one Eye of the World remains, the imbalance in the Sea of ​​Souls will inevitably bring disaster to the real world sooner or later," the prophet said to himself. "Faced with the life and death of all humanity, you surely wouldn't mind my ordering the sage to attack that boy, or controlling the magical beast, would you? Although the methods were somewhat crude, this time is different. I can help you extract the Witch's Eye of the World while ensuring her safety. This is our deal."

"My divination results indicate that you are the one who can help me reach the gates of hell. You will personally accompany me to the gates of hell."

The prophet smiled. "Yes, you can trust me, because I'm telling the truth."

"But not in this way." Salomon drew his holy sword and pointed it at the prophet.

At first, the prophet was somewhat taken aback, but he quickly transformed into a cloud of light and flashed to the side. The arcane mage also cast an instant-cast fifth-circle transmutation spell, Lightning Leap, transforming into a bolt of lightning that struck the prophet, instantly paralyzing his body with a massive surge of electricity. At the same time, several brass bullets engraved with runes came from behind, hitting the prophet squarely on the back of the head. The sudden impact left the prophet dazed; he couldn't understand where things had gone wrong.

"I guarantee you'll personally send us to the gates of hell." Salomon, now reappearing, twirled the holy sword in his hand. "My dear, you're too late."

"Sorry, there's a traffic jam."

In the blink of an eye, Bayonetta, along with the boy she was clutching, was pulled to her side by the sorcerer's magic. Two golden broken spears flew towards her rapidly. Bayonetta spun Salomon around, pulling him into [Witch Time], buying herself a moment to communicate. "Don't ask so many questions, I remember who I am!" The boy shouted urgently as he ran towards a portal the moment he landed. "Hurry up! We don't have time to waste!"

"Take good care of the little one," the witch said. "He will lead us to the gates of hell!"

When Tita led the Sky Carrier to the skies above the town of Noah'dune, she received the devastating news immediately.

After a brief moment's consideration, she relayed the message via the chain of command to the two Sky Battleships, HMS Ten Roses and HMS Golden Lily. Almost all the Sorority members who had accompanied the ships were plunged into immense grief. Neither Victoria Hand nor Baron Mordo objected to Tita's idea, so the Sorority members from the other two ships gathered on HMS Retribution. The sisters, fully armed, lined up in two rows on the airstrip, awaiting the return of the assault transport ships to the Sky Carrier.

Apart from the engine's whistling sound, they made no other noise.

Tita stood personally at the ramp hatch of the assault transport ship, waiting for the battered assault team to carry Catherine off the ship. She exchanged a few whispered words with each team member before uncovering Catherine's body, which was wrapped in the crimson robes torn from the shoulders of the assault team. The assault team had quietly told her that if it weren't for the power armor and the robes protecting her, Catherine's body would have shattered into pieces during the move.

Dita turned and surveyed the sorority gathered there. They weren't wearing helmets, and fire blazed in every eye. Catherine was very popular within the sorority, not only for her swordsmanship but also for her easygoing personality. Even though she was addressed as "Lady," the human girls felt no distance from her. Some of the girls closer to her widened their eyes, their gazes brimming with a mixture of anger and tears.

Dita proclaimed, "Catherine died for the monarch, and that is her glory. She will be remembered." She felt a fire of rage ignite in her chest, her veins brimming with boiling fuel. "But that doesn't mean we won't seek revenge! I loved her, you loved her, and the monarch loved her even more. Imagine the rage the monarch will feel when he learns of this! Kill all the extradimensional hybrids! We are not only the monarch's wrath, but we will also commemorate Catherine's sacrifice with our blood!"

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