Chapter 133 Spirit Vision and Salvation (Part 1!)

Salomon saw a strange pedestal in a trance, and Randolph Carter was sitting on it. Behind him was a chaos intertwined with countless images, and Randolph Carter became some kind of shapeless existence , he, no, it, and it's not, it's him. Behind him is the door with everything, with vast possibilities beyond whimsy and mathematical logic, Salomon feels that there are all the answers behind the ultimate door.

But Randolph Carter blocked his view.

"It's not the time yet." An unknown voice sounded like thunder. The voice carried astonishing power and melody, and those incomprehensible existences were flickering along with the melody. He seemed to be telling Salomon how naive and narrow all the three-dimensional worlds he saw were, and all the possibilities in the world were revealed to him. This incomparable and terrifying miracle made Salomon unstoppable. Out of fear, those visions he had dreamed, which he had briefly glimpsed as absurd, reappeared like reality, and Salomon felt that he was firmly grasped by the vortex of fear. He prayed to know more, but the existence rejected him. Because now is not the time, he has to repay his debt first, and only after the debt is repaid can his weak mind be destroyed, and he can pass through the veil and know the secret from the end to the beginning, that is his reward .

"You can use this to repay your debt." Randolph Carter, who was sitting on the hexagonal throne, said, "Among countless possibilities, this is the only chance."

When Salomon regained consciousness, the entrance of the gate was quiet again, Randolph Carter had disappeared, and the fanatical crowd outside the gate had also disappeared. Tituba was not here, and neither was Abigail. This, Coulson is not here either. Only Natasha stood quietly aside, she was alone here. "You've been standing here for a long time," she said. "We don't know what happened to you. We just saw that Randolph Carter said something to you, and you became like this. What did he say?"

The mystic closed his eyes tightly and held his forehead. He only felt that he had a splitting headache, even if he closed his eyes, there were still lights of various colors flickering on his retinas, just like what he saw between the vast stars, the gaseous creatures with inconceivably high temperatures, and the gaseous brain that deeply imprinted the nebula The thoughts in it are like the aurora. In addition, the sound of gurgling water was constantly ringing in his ears, and he heard a voice in the unfathomable deep darkness, snickering sharply. He knew that what he saw and heard was not normal, but now he couldn't open his mouth to chant the spell and use the power of Hogos to protect his mind, because his soul was filled with too many things, the holy Hen involuntarily became active, making the already chaotic thoughts even more chaotic.

He knew what Randolph Carter's purpose was, and what Randolph Carter wanted him to do, but he was not sure whether the purpose of those horrible beings was the same as his. In the end, the red holy relic cloth played a role. Salomon opened his mouth with difficulty. He only felt that his jaw joints seemed to have been inactive for thousands of years. "No, it's nothing." The mystic, who had struggled to regain his sanity, repositioned himself, and he found his original purpose. He let out a rough voice through his dry throat, "Where's Coulson? What happened after that?"

"The residents seem to think that the death of the Williams couple is also Tituba's curse." Natasha curled her lips in disdain, "They arrested her, and the governor Sir William Phipps sent a man named Ma Judge Dou Hopkins came to preside over the witchcraft case here. Coulson followed the residents to church and he wanted to follow up on the progress of this matter. As for you, I think what you need now is rest, but no The Randolph Carter suspicion is growing here. Let's go to the hotel, and I'll have someone tell Coulson."

In fact, Salomon didn't listen much to Natasha's words, because the inexplicable fear was still vaguely circling in his brain, if it wasn't for the mind he trained when facing Dormammu and the impact of the holy relic on him. protection, now he has already gone crazy. He closed his eyes slightly, and let Natasha help him to the inn in the town, because now he has a new understanding of everything he sees, whether it is the mud and livestock dung under his feet, or the high distance. Salomon could hear the whispers of the stars above the night, and these whispers were accompanied by inexplicable fear. This is not normal, Salomon has to wait until his soul calms down before casting spells, but fortunately, he is very experienced in this kind of thing, the stigmata have already tempered his soul, he just needs to rest now.

When Coulson returned to the hotel, he saw Salomon lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and Natasha wrapped him tightly with a quilt. "What happened to him?" Agent Coulson pointed to Salomon and asked in surprise, but Natasha couldn't give an answer to this question. But in any case, staying away from Randolph Carter was the only thing Natasha could do under the circumstances.

"Okay," Coulson nodded, although he didn't understand anything, "They put Tituba in prison. I went to the prison and saw that the environment there was terrible. Whipped because the judge is Matthew Hopkins, the chief witch-seeker in British history, a notorious executioner who hunted women for suspected witches. Perhaps the punishment has already begun, sir, I need you to sneak into the prison with me , rescued Tituba, and placed her here."

"Are you serious, Coulson?" Natasha asked. "You also know this is just another reenactment."

"Yes, I know." Agent Coulson's expression was very serious, "I know that I may not change anything by doing this, but I will stick to it."

"Yes." Salomon, who was lying on the bed, barely opened his eyes. He pulled one hand out of the bed and touched the dimensional bag on the bedside. Take out the glass bottle of liquid and golden liquid."

"What are these things?" Natasha asked while searching for the potion, "Is it a wizard's potion?"

"You're right." The mystic replied feebly, "The red one is the potion for healing minor wounds, and the golden one is the potion for Lesser Restoration. I think these are enough to heal Tituba."

"Why?" Coulson asked, "Why did you..."

"Why change your mind, right?" Salomon closed his eyes again, "All of this is just a game for certain beings. What we have to do is to continue this game and give those great beings a Enough wonderful performance, the villain has appeared on the stage, so we should also appear on the stage as the party of justice."

Agent Coulson couldn't understand the strange words Salomon said. He raised his eyebrows towards Natasha, and Natasha also tilted her head, expressing that she couldn't explain it. "Anyway." Coulson sighed, "Thank you, Salomon."

"Okay, don't disturb my rest." Salomon's voice gradually became low and inaudible, "I want to..."

"I wish you a sweet dream. Officer Natasha, it's time for us to act."

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The prison security measures in the small town of Salem are not strong. Natasha and Coulson have broken into places with higher security. This is not a big problem for them. For this operation, Natasha The clothes of the locals were replaced, and the tight combat uniforms were revealed again. Coulson insisted not to kill anyone, but just strangled and knocked out the guards. As for the prisoners who stayed up at night and tried to yell, they were stunned by Natasha. When they found Tituba, the black girl was still wearing the servant's clothes, but her clothes were torn torn by the whip, and red and black viscous blood oozed out from under the skin, tearing the fabric Debris stuck to her body, and those swarming flies lay on the wound, sucking up Tituba's body fluids and temperature. The poor girl closed her eyes tightly, lying on the thin straw, moaning vaguely.

The wet and cold ground was still depriving her of the little warmth she had left, and the ubiquitous stench filled the entire cell. Coulson couldn't help frowning, but Natasha didn't say anything, because she had seen worse places.

Natasha picked the lock on the prison door, and Coulson got in immediately. After trampling to death a skinny rat that was trying to tear at Tituba's flesh, he quickly squatted down and stroked the girl's forehead. "She has a fever, but it is not life-threatening at the moment." Agent Coulson lowered his voice, for fear of causing echoes in the stone corridor, "We don't have antibiotics... we can only treat it according to the method given by Salomon, but we must first Move her to the hotel."

"I've already prepared it." Natasha took out a large piece of felt cloth from behind and put it in Coulson's arms, then she hugged Tituba again, using the felt cloth in Coulson's arms Wrap it up. "You come and take her, and I will open the way."

"Okay. Without intelligence support, we can only use such a traditional method." Coulson made a grimace, he was very happy that he could rescue an innocent person, "I believe you can do it, sir, dog lock A flintlock is nothing to you. But there is another thing that needs your help."

"What?"

"Take care of her." Coulson pointed to the girl in his arms with his chin, "I can't clean up her wounds, can I?"

"You all need my care." Natasha sighed. "Well, that's all. I'll take care of her tonight, so at least she won't wake up the next day screaming."

Salomon sleeps alone tonight. In the noisy and whirling dream, he saw a city illuminated by the setting sun, with high walls, temples, colonnades, and arch bridges built of textured marble, all of which were shining with gold and jade. Beautiful and touching brilliance. He remembered seeing a fountain with a silver pedestal spewing water and prismatic light in the wide squares and fragrant gardens, besides graceful trees and flower beds and ivory statues . Immediately afterwards, his perspective moved uncontrollably and quickly, over the seven hundred steps and the enchanted fluorescent forest, over the residence of the gods on the icy wasteland, and finally stopped at an onyx castle that was more majestic than any castle in the world on the castle.

There he heard the same jeers as he had heard in and out of Randolph Carter's porch.

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