The harsh winter is approaching, and the last season of climbing Mount Everest in the year will end. Most passengers have completed a journey with money and Sherpas' shoulders with money and Sherpas' shoulders and immediately left this bitter and cold place after the achievements worth boasting in the social circle. Only a small number of fanatics who are obsessed with putting wealth and souls into the mountains covered with thick snow and black rocks. The fanatics in the Sherpas' villages in the deep mountains hundreds of kilometers away from the nearest town of Shigatse can see the scene they will never forget in their lives.

The only road in the remote village built on the mountain was steep and bumpy. The black rocky road was covered with people in various costumes. Even during the peak tourist season, the village would not be so crowded. Led by a large group of red-clothed lamas holding prayer drums, Sherpas in rough and thick wool coats stood devoutly on both sides of the road, staring in awe at the group of monks wearing long robes and hairs hiking across the road, handing them oil cakes, glutinous rice cakes, yogurt and hot butter tea. Walking at the front of this huge team, besides a group of ascetics with white ashes on their bodies and patched costumes, there were also several giants in gorgeous gold armor and crimson cloaks. Ordinary people could only get the elbows of these fabulous figures.

If travelers have some understanding of human history and geography, then these lucky travelers will find that these ascetics should come from the other side of the Himalayas, and their thin clothes and thin bodies cannot support them to survive in this harsh environment. However, the fever caused their body temperature to rise, and scattered snowflakes melted on the dirty skin that had been applied to the ashes, washing away dirt. Ascetics regard the falling snowflakes as a ritual, so they open their arms in the team to welcome the cold wind, allowing the mountains to leave traces on their skin.

In this place, completely different religious forces seem to get along well.

Even when the older Sherpa saw the scene in front of him, he could only vaguely recall the legend in the tribe that was older than the mountains. It is said that when the Supreme One climbed to the top of the mountain, the gods living in the underworld and the mountains would only visit the Lord of the world, the King of the Mountains, the One who mastered the Supreme Secrets, and the New God who was immortal. The procession would walk hundreds of kilometers, cross the peaks, the canyons and rivers to the residence of the new God, witness the beginning of eternal rule, and declare that the world would be the supreme territory.

This ceremony has not been held for more than a thousand years.

Until a few months ago, the monks living on the top of the mountain walked down the cliff and told them that the former supreme had gone to heaven and that the new supreme had been born on earth. This Sherpa settlement and other local residents' villages began to prepare to exchange the employment fees earned from the tourism company for food, fuel and spices, feed livestock, and plan to follow the parade to the secret realm that ordinary people cannot reach. Even the oldest local residents could not tell the location of the secret realm because it was not among the clouds and mists of the mountains. People who were lucky enough to arrive there would forget their location after leaving. Only villages that lived in the deep mountains all year round and rarely contacted the outside world were allowed to know where the secret realm was.

The procession was extremely long, with torches with expensive spices inserted on both sides of the road at certain intervals. The choking smoke and firelight extended from the end of the village to the other side of the winding mountains visible to the naked eye, and then penetrated into the sky, as if the ancient mountain had cracked a crack with magma. The low chant of the red-clothed lama holding a prayer drum and the nearly mad cry of joy of the ascetic monk, the two teams surrounded the middle, and the dark brown and indigo blue team held gifts.

Above the team, there is a giant lotus platform made of gold that can cover the entire village. Blazing flames burn under the lotus platform, following the team's pace. Supernatural, unconventional light rose from the ground and penetrated into the clouds. Countless petals and ribbons that seemed to be physically flickered with magnificent colors and dissipated into thousands of glimmers before falling onto people's heads, which will gradually illuminate the mountains that gradually step into the night. With this incredible imagination approaching, the air heated by the flames spreads around like a warm wind sweeping across the valley. On the lotus platform, there is a giant statue of a three-faced head made of pure white gems, followed by a giant god made of crimson gems, twelve moons carved from giant spheres, and other illusions.

"From then on, these networks will be handed over to Victor von Doom, and the fate of Hydra will be decided by him. I am good at giving professional things to professionals. If I were asked to deal with these things, I would rather crush the enemy directly than use spies, just as I did when I made Hydra surrender."

Salomon sighed, the atmosphere was a little heavy.

Even as the person who drives this wheel forward, he has to succumb to the objective laws of history and wait for his opportunity to come. The freedom he gained in this political game requires weapons, soldiers and money to accumulate, and his personal force is the guarantee for the smooth development of these forces. The sky aircraft carrier that cruisses in the Mediterranean and outer space is his bargaining chip to control the situation in the Middle East and Europe and gain a stable development time for himself. He personally recruited a large number of young people from Eastern Europe and the Middle East, sent them to the Immortal City, the unexplored Secret Base of S.H.E.L.D. and the Hydra Youth Training Camp that is completely controlled. He needs time to let these future seeds grow into the seedlings he wants, and then fill them into the military and administrative system.

He looked at the parade gradually approaching at the foot of the mountain, leaning on a very ordinary sword in his hand, with the tip of the sword lit on the rocks, and the shining sword body slowly burning under the night. In the courtyard of Kama Taj Sanctuary, he told Wanda Maximov about his whereabouts last night. Until now, she knew that the Malik family, the Lister family and other chaebols and political families were actually Hydras. It was even the first time she realized that these ancient families, these people who control the world, really existed. While there was time, he also told Wanda Maximov about the decision of the World Security Commission during the War of New York, the origin of S.H.E.L.D. and the history of Hydra. This historical entanglement that lasted for more than three thousand years was completely beyond her imagination, and also made up for her understanding of the world. Compared to a war god, he was more keen on becoming a scholar and teacher, even if it was not so qualified.

Now that he is not ready to resist the counterattack, all actions must be careful.

He hated that this world's bad world requires the sacrifice of the Supreme Master, and he hated that others slandered the efforts of the Venerable. His expression still did not change, but Wanda could feel his emotions briefly set off waves in the outer dimension, like the stars that burst into a solar storm. The passionate and hot spiritual energy surged in the outer dimension. This emotion flashed away, and the following was peace, complete silence, as if he was isolated from the connection between the soul and the outer dimension. He controlled his emotions and tried to avoid the twists and turns in this formal trial. Now Kamataj needs peace and recuperation, and must unite all available forces.

Wanda Maximov was silent for a long time.

She stared at the slowly moving parade at the foot of the mountain, which was gradually covered by the night sky covered by the mountains, and the star-like fire reflected in her eyes. The wave of spiritual energy he set off came and then subsided, and then completely returned to calm. Wanda's spiritual power did not lose control. He watched with relief as Wanda Maximov was able to control his psychic energy so naturally, which meant that the risk of her losing control was getting lower and lower.

He is not a man of a heart. If he can, he hopes that he will never point his gun at Wanda.

"No need, teacher, I don't care about Baron Strack, nor about his son's life and death. I always support your idea, even if others don't understand. If it weren't for those human experiments, you wouldn't go to that castle, then Pitro and I wouldn't meet you, we might..."

Wanda Maximov held the snake bone staff tightly, and scarlet lightning surged out of the venomous skull, making a slight crackling sound in the air. She remembered whether the elegant woman in the Oxfordshire Manor, dressed like an Italian mafia widow (referring to Beyonita, Wanda's imagination is purely stereotype) would support him like herself.

"I said that your ability and Pitro are not the result of human experiments, that is your talent. Baron Strack has changed nothing, and his super soldier plan will not have any results from the beginning."

"It doesn't matter, I don't care about Hydra."

Wanda took a deep breath, and she doubted whether her teacher was avoiding the important things.

She fully understood what the emperor meant by dissolving the Hydra. In the emperor's narration, the ancient Hydra originated from the Kerry's genetic engineering products of humanity during the Stone Age. After the exile of the genetic engineering slaves, groups of vested interests of the genetic engineering products gathered to form the original Hydra. Then these interest groups maintained the ancient belief through blood sacrifices and rituals year after year, even though this belief had become a complete formalism.

She has conducted theology courses and understands that this belief system that completely separates herself from other human civilizations is like studying "Tanach". The belief system that masters social resources has huge centripetal force. If this belief is to be broken, then the most effective means of conversion is violence rather than the administrative order used by the Ottoman Empire after the demise of the Byzantine Empire. The emperor chose to give a new belief after breaking the belief, so as to completely digest the resources brought by this ancient belief system.

"Why do you suddenly think about confessing this to me?"

"I have many secret plans that cannot be made public, but you are qualified to know about it because Hydra is also one of the culprits of Sokovia's fall into poverty and war. If other people... like Tony Stark or Steve Rogers, or even other governments that openly oppose Hydra, then attacking the system I have established will become a consensus around the world... I tell you this message is not a sentimental choice, but because I want you to participate more and to continue to deter Hydra when I focus on other plans. Pitro will also participate, and his mission is different from yours."

Salomon smiled.

Obviously, he was very satisfied with his prank.

"His mission is not to fight, not on the space station but in the castle. The Inhuman Princess, Crystal, a beautiful blonde girl, Countess Catalina is mediating her language and etiquette. I think Pitro might be able to talk to that little girl... Although Atiran is a bad place that needs to be launched regularly to cut the population and maintain the ruling class, the moon is the outpost for humans to move into the universe, which is important to humans."

"Petro does not have the ability to become a ruler!"

"He doesn't need to rule, he just needs to obtain the law. It doesn't matter whether this law will continue. In any case, the aliens who have received Kree genetic engineering can only stay in the Atiran base on the moon, and must make them obey my orders. The bomb gun cannot do everything."

"I'll ask him for his opinion," said Wanda.
Chapter completed!