Chapter 1623 Kama Taj Palace

Mordo sank his mind into the sea of ether, recited the inner spirituality of the Hermetic Secret Text, and expelled the irritability that was constantly growing in his heart.

"Modo, your spell doesn't work at all." Master Daniel stood aside, his wrinkled, old face so old that you couldn't see the mixed characteristics of white people and Indians was full of indifference, "I don't know why you want to Add this spell in the mirror dimension, but that won't trap intruders at all."

"That's the incantation given to me by the Lord himself, Master Daniel."

Modu closed his eyes and recited the three great wisdoms to stabilize his mind.

He looked out over the courtyard below. Even though he couldn't see clearly what was happening in the courtyard, he could tell from the blood-red aura in the sky that many mystics had died unexpectedly. The emotions of despair and pain ignited the dense ether in the air, making every mystic's mind restless. . The emperor did not hide his intention. Modu saw the majestic etheric brilliance triggering a series of supernatural and natural phenomena in the sky. The blood-red aura was expelled, and despair and pain were melted. This is a phenomenon that only psykers can see. Mortals can only see the dark clouds in the sky being dispersed, the snowstorm ending suddenly, and the sun shining on the earth.

"The vampires in Transylvania are eyeing us. The vampires we killed not long ago were the blood descendants of Dracula." Master Daniel said, "But I didn't expect that you would actually think that he and the vampires Collusion. What clouds your judgment, Baron Mordo, don't you know how many vampires he has killed?"

"That only proves that the Belmont family (note: from the protagonist family of Castlevania) did not rebel with him."

"Am I unable to convince you, Baron Mordo?" Master Daniel sighed. He found a stone pier and sat down, not caring that the thin snow might stain his white robes. "He has done many great deeds that the mystics can't achieve, but you don't want to ask him why he is doing this now." ?”

"I believe in the Sorcerer Supreme with all my heart."

"Isn't it because of jealousy?" The wrinkles on Master Daniel's face unfurled, and his originally dim eyes became sharp and shrewd. "You know that the title of Supreme Mage will be controlled by him, and you know that you will never be able to match him in terms of ability and wisdom. Do you want us to ask Kaecilios what he has to say?"

"Is this your opinion, Master Daniel? Cassilios is still spying on the Father of the Gods, and when that mission comes to a head, he has no time to pay attention to Karma Taj. If he is allowed to know that he considers family, he will rebel. Karma Taj, then the surveillance mission will also be affected." Mordo smiled, but Master Daniel thought this display was worse than anger. Obviously, Baron Mauve had discovered his little idea. "If you don't mind, please protect the safety of my body. I heard him calling me in the etheric sea, and he wanted to communicate with me. I'm going to listen to what he said."

"Very good, I am willing to take on this responsibility." Master Daniel bowed slightly, "Then let's listen to what He says."

This is a golden and luxurious palace that far exceeds any complex built by mankind in the past, present and future. This building is entrenched on a raised continental shelf. Each huge hall forms a unique microclimate. The towering spire is submerged in the clouds. The monsoon howls in the hall, the thunder inspires endless echoes in the hall, and the clouds and mist drown the exquisite works on the dome. Unparalleled murals that bring together the painting skills honed by the human race over thousands of years. Tens of thousands of marble steps form a winding mountain range. Statues of the Titans stand on both sides of the steps, like endless mountain peaks. The caves dug into the walls display hundreds of millions of artifacts that have contributed to the survival of the human race throughout history. The bones of the heroes who fought in the war stared at everyone walking on the stairs with their empty eye sockets. The ghosts of the heroes chanted the sacred sacrifice, but when the visitors approached, they turned into clouds and flashes and disappeared.

Baron Mordo silently recited the incantation of Emperor Weishan and closed his eyes to block out the thousand halos of sun shining from the dome. No one would be dazzled by the magnificence of this palace. Modu knew that he was no exception. When he opened his eyes for the first time, he was overwhelmed by the vastness of this building beyond his imagination. His conventional cognition was completely washed away and he could only Close your eyes again to drive the dizziness out of your mind. He tried to identify a few identifiable features in this hall, so that he could put his common sense into the world and understand this palace in a way that human intelligence can understand.

He found that the palace was built on the basis of Kama Taj. The once familiar courtyard had become a small room in the hall. The mountains paved with marble steps were covered with burning white candles, and the smoke from burning incense slowly Floating slowly upward into the clouds and mist under the dome. Modu knew where he had come, and even he had to admit that he had never seen such a grand and magnificent mind - he had come to the emperor's heart, and he stood at the door of the emperor's heart. The closed palace doors here represent the secrets that the emperor is unwilling to tell others, and he just stands on the city wall or the like, standing at the door of the heavy gate, but he can't find the correct path to the depths of his mind.

"How arrogant this is." Mordu shouted with a trembling voice, "Why don't you come out to see me? Are you demonstrating to me? Do you want me to worship you in front of the throne?"

There was no response. The clouds under the dome changed due to the sound wave disturbance, and then the pure rain fell like goose feathers, and the tiny water droplets with a slight aromatic smell stuck to Modu's robe. Modu felt that his robe was soaked and the fibers were sticking tightly to his skin, but the chanting of the ghosts in the palace took away his attention. Only by listening carefully could he hear the ghosts singing something he had never witnessed before. The heroes who died on the battlefield, and the lives and souls they dedicated to the continuation of humanity.

"Why are you acting like a coward!"

"Because I have more important things to deal with than you, Mordo, and I don't have time to take care of your emotions."

A tall man in a crimson robe stood at the door of the palace, holding an old birch cane. The robe was as red as blood. It was a holy cloth soaked in the blood of saints and woven from angel sinews. Modu saw that the palms protruding from the sleeves of the robe were dripping with blood. He subconsciously wanted to ask about the reason for the injury, but was immediately angered by the reproachful tone.

"I have educated you not to make you so arrogant." Modu said, "Don't think that you can speak to me in that tone because you are stronger than me now."

"I do appreciate your help, which shortened the speed at which I absorbed that knowledge and allowed me to dabble in more. But this does not mean that I need to continue to take care of your emotions, because I have something to do." The man paused. Long staff, "Because of negligence, because of stupidity, because of short-sightedness, the Eye of Agamotto is now out of my control. I thought you could detect the abnormality, or that I could return in time, and the existence disguised as the Venerable would not be able to Control the Eye of Agamotto."

"Impossible, I have met His Holiness."

"Something put on the skin of the Lord and came to the material universe."

"There is no way that there is a being that can defeat the Supreme Mage." Mordo clenched his fists, but the etheric energy did not flow out as expected, "You are lying."

The eyes under the hood diffracted like stars. He walked past Modu and pushed open the heavy door that was dozens of meters high and made of golden alloy with one hand. It was only at this moment that Modu realized that the door that had been behind him was engraved with extremely magnificent reliefs. . It was a man in armor holding a sharp sword, with the tip of the sword pointed downwards piercing the dragon's body, and the stars were twinkling around him. However, the faces of the figures on the relief were shrouded in mist, and Modu could not see any details clearly.

"I'm having a confrontation."

The door opened with a gap large enough for several people to pass side by side. Through the gap, Modu saw that the rapidly surging etheric essence outside the door was forming a vortex. Thunder was released in the center of the vortex, and countless ether entities were looming in the etheric vortex. An imaginary storm that is enough to tear apart the internal gravity of a star is brewing. Each lightning bolt is enough to tear apart the land and ignite the atmosphere. Carnivorous plants that are thousands of meters long are swimming in the void, hunting the grieving souls who come to this world from the other side of the curtain. . Mordo saw that every stone brick in this palace was engraved with small characters and symbols. That was Kabbalah, that was Mystra, that was Apollo, that was Dionysus, that was Enlil. , that's Gilgamesh; that's iambic pentameter, that's sonnet, that's heptameter; that's classical physics, that's advanced algebra, that's relativity, that's string theory, etc. wait.

This palace in the mind was both in the emperor's mind and behind the curtain. The emperor used all the wisdom in human history to fight against this terrifying ether tide. Countless ether spirits were completely evaporated the moment they came into contact with the palace wall—— Modu saw his eyes closed tightly, sweat flowing down his forehead to the tip of his nose - even though this palace was so huge that it exceeded human common sense, in this boundless place that transcended time and space, it was like a small boat with a leaf. Tottering in the storm. On the towering dome of the palace, a bright light as hot as a star released a circle of light with all its strength, calming the water where the palace was located.

"The existence wearing the skin of the Venerable has come to the material universe. If it is not stopped, it will bring heavy disaster to the human race."

"You are injured." Modu looked awkward, "Are you fighting against this kind of thing?"

The emperor shook his head, and at this moment Modu saw the laurel crown hidden under the hood.

"I need proof."

"I can't give you anything, Modu. You can only choose to believe it or not."

"Did you convince him?" Wanda Maximoff asked.

Walking through the courtyard covered with bullet casings and gravel, the smell of laser burning flesh lingered in the air. The burning smell was nauseating, and the barely functioning micro-climate psychic array operated intermittently, completely unable to regulate the air composition, temperature, humidity and other variables here. Wanda Maximoff caught a glimpse of the stumps and fleshy remains under the tracks, and couldn't help but turn her head, as if she could stay away from those bloody and terrifying things.

"I cannot tell him the truth on the premise of protecting the honor of His Holiness. Modu's loyalty is satisfying, but his stubbornness is a headache." Amon saw a smile on the emperor's face, as if he was not convinced by him. Feel bad about failing. "It doesn't matter, he will finally understand what I have done. I believe that he is loyal to the ideal of protecting human rights. There are few people in this world as stubborn as him. He witnessed the beast of Sodom in Born in the storm, he will make the right choice no matter what.”

"Have you overestimated Mordo's mental endurance, my lord?"