Sitting in the car heading to New York Harbor, Emire was very satisfied with the news that Father Terence had reported. = In a few days, SHIELD's preliminary research report on the Monument of Time had spread to all the circles of big figures that could be known around the world.

Of course, this was originally based on Father Terence's own identification, and all research reports were true.

Moreover, over time, Imil believes that the forces interested in S.H.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E

The Secret Research Center of SHIELD is not in New York City, so as graduate students sent by Columbia University's Theological School, Imil and Magdalina naturally cannot conduct research in New York City.

It was just dawning in the morning, and he and Magdalina were caught by S.H.E.L.D. and were about to go to "New York Harbor".

New York Harbor is a natural deep-water port, the largest seaport in the United States and one of the largest seaports in the world.

It was just nine o'clock in the morning when the convoy arrived at New York Harbor. Imil and Magdalina settled their breakfast in the car, and they would get off here and take a boat to the Dark Energy Institute.

They were not the first to arrive. Imil got out of the car and saw Dr. Cott Connors in a white research suit standing on the side of the ship looking at the sea and sky in the distance.

"A beautiful scenery, isn't it? Dr. Connors." Emire smiled knowingly. He knew a lot about Cot Connors, and he was still one of the masked heroes who had been lizardized with Spider-Man.

"Ah, good morning." Dr. Connors turned his head and looked at Emire in Columbia University uniform. He had some impression of Emire: "You must be the proud disciples Father Terence said. They are very young and promising, but we seem to have met somewhere."

Imil's cheeks were a little hot: "Yes, Dr. Connors, Mizny and I went to listen to your lectures once."

Dr. Connors reacted. It was when SUNY and Columbia University were competing for a scholarship fund. Imil and Mizny sneaked into Dr. Connors' mobilization meeting to eavesdrop on the deployment of New York University.

It's just a pity that Mr. Herbert, chairman of Brand Group, one of the main investors, had an accident, so the Thomas Foundation is now conducting internal liquidation, so the aid plan for the New York City education system has been temporarily shelved.

Dr. Connors just turned around these mental activities, and did not say it to embarrass Imil.

He asked excitedly: "By the way, since you are the research assistants sent by Father Terence, how much do you know about the Monument of Time? My professional direction is in the field of biology and I don't know much about the blessings of these gods."

When it comes to magic and mysterious records, no one is more comprehensive than the church, and a large part of the entire church's collection is concentrated in the library of the Knights of St. John.

So, these days, Father Terence has specially made up for Imir.

"In ancient times, the Aztecs worshiped strength and courage, and their warriors were proud of their devotion to the altar. And every ten years, the Aztec priests held a grand gathering, right next to their sacred pyramids, and only the bravest warriors selected through layers of gladiatorial battles could participate."

"It sounds like a game of some kind, and it also seems like the Colosseum of ancient Rome." Dr. Connors muttered.

Imil nodded and affirmed, "Yes, it's a beast fighting to please the gods. I want me to say that the gods of the Aztecs are simply demons. Their competition is very fierce. The losers will be dismantled and the priests will take out their beating hearts and give them to the gods. Only the final winner will be rewarded heavily and return to youth."

"With the help of the Monument of Time?" Although Dr. Connors has confirmed from the instrument's analysis report that the Monument of Time is a bit special, he still surprised him when the legend in the myth became a fact.

Imil laughed: "Yes, a real return to youth and a real rejuvenation. It is precisely for this reason that the ancient Aztec gods gave them the monument of time."

"Incredible, incredible. I don't mean to offend the church, but do we really have gods in this world?" Dr. Connors seems not a person who is passionate about fairy tales and legends.

But he believed in the facts, and the facts were a monument of time with mysterious powers piled under his nose.

He cannot pretend to turn a blind eye, which is contrary to scientific ideas.

So he shook his head and looked at Emire and Magdalina with confusion. Magdalina's eyes were as deep as water. Even though he was here to perform the mission, he was still wearing his white robe.

She drew a cross on her chest and said coldly: "Of course, Doctor, God exists. In the records of the Lord, you can find a more magical story than this, and these are all real pasts recorded in the Bible."

Imil also believed that there were gods in this world, such as Thor, who believed that the Norse Thor, who would soon come to the world. However, the gods in this world were not as omnipotent as the myths and legends in his previous life.

He curled his lips and muttered in a low voice: "Yes, it's just a person who has been upgraded and evolved. Or rather, it would be more appropriate for us to simply regard them as aliens with higher skills? Anyway, they have already migrated from the earth now!"

Magdalina choked in one breath, looking cute with anger but speechless look. Dr. Connors agreed: "I remember you seem to be called Emire, right? You are right. In fact, what we humans can do now in technology, in the eyes of ancient humans, is a miracle!"

He subconsciously touched his empty left sleeve, feeling a little sad: "Yes, it's a pity that it's not developed enough, otherwise how good would it be if my broken limb could be regenerated?"

However, after experiencing his own changes, Dr. Connors did not dare to continue to go crazy in his research on mixed genes. His experiments on himself turned himself into a half-human and half-beast lizard monster.

This is not the worst. If there is a problem with the experiment and more people are harmed by mixed genes, then Dr. Connors will not be able to forgive himself.

Imil narrowed his eyes, looked at the port, and suddenly interrupted and asked, "By the way, Dr. Connors, where is the research center we are going to?" This is a secret. Except for the agents and staff with high authority in S.H.E.L.D., no one knows that even Father Terence was directly airlifted on a helicopter.
Chapter completed!