Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1739 Security Officers in Place

Natasha couldn't understand, because the human kingdom never relied on the military power of an individual, but she understood what would happen when a vast empire collapsed. Even if humans couldn't learn anything from history, the fallen bodies of the most magnificent ideals of mankind were still bleeding, and even now they could smell the blood.

She knew that tens of thousands of habitable planets with intelligent species were about to face war, even though these planets had launched rebellions against Asgard or secretly promoted anti-Asgard ideas. It didn't matter. Without the threat of Asgard's force, the real threat to them was interstellar pirates, space warlords and even their neighbors.

The coming war, which could cause more casualties than the human race now living on Earth, would depend entirely on what was stored in a garage in a wealthy part of Oslo. Natasha suddenly found the world absurd, as if someone had told her that World War II was caused by a rat gnawing at the cheese in a dingy tavern.

She believes that even though Thor is so powerful, he cannot fight against another country attacking Asgard alone. Even if the Father of the Gods is several times more powerful than Thor, this fact cannot be changed. She believes that Ragnarok is a political crisis rather than a military crisis. Without the Father of the Gods, Asgard must still have the power to fight against other armed organizations in the universe. The real crisis of Asgard is that it cannot find a suitable successor.

Salomon could only helplessly ask Natasha to let go of her imagination. If a person could mold a star into a light bulb, then there would be nothing in the material universe that could resist him. "You didn't show that kind of power when you attacked Yugoslavia." Natasha lay on Salomon and stared into his eyes. "Mr. Humanoid Nuclear Bomb, why?"

"Yugoslavia will not only face human beings, but also threats from deep space. They must be fully trained and experienced." Salomon patted her smooth, bare, sweaty back. For a woman who had fainted several times tonight, it was too hard to think now. "Enjoy your sleep, you will witness this duel in a safe place."

“Promise me,” she said, “don’t get hurt.”

"This matter is controllable. The philosophy of the Aesir has proven to be a failure."

"That's not what I meant, you little bastard!" She sat up and supported Salomon's shoulders. "I don't want you to die!"

Natasha didn't know when the war started, and no one said a word about it.

Salomon drank at least two bottles of liqueur and a bottle of brandy every day as if nothing had happened. Despite this, he was able to drive soberly - with Dinah sitting in the passenger seat, refusing to make any concessions - around Oslo. Until that visit, she had never seen Casillas again, and all the events related to the upcoming duel had never happened.

The former Black Widow also gradually relaxed in this atmosphere, no longer anxious about the upcoming duel with Salomon. Until the seventh day after that visit, when the dim light of the stars slowly passed through the sea level, the sign appeared - the storm season in the Faroe Islands came early, and unprecedented hurricanes blew over the black rocks, over the tops of the mountains and fjords, tore through the buildings, and uprooted the soil covered with thin green grass. Huge waves hit the cliffs violently, and the strong wind tore the waves into countless cyclones. The mountain streams and waterfalls flowed upstream and then sprinkled on the hillside with the wind.

The local government of the Faroe Islands issued an evacuation warning to residents living in Torshavn.

A professor of emergency and risk management at Copenhagen University College warned local residents that there was no point in running into the garden and tying up everything at this time. This was an unprecedented storm, far more terrifying than the hurricane in 2011 with wind speeds exceeding 200 kilometers per hour.

Mogens Ronebaek, a meteorologist at the Danish Meteorological Institute, also warned the Norwegian government that this previously unobserved strange storm would move towards the west coast of Norway, accompanied by strong winds and huge waves, and even Oslo inside the fjord would be affected.

This morning, Salomon, wearing a black winter hunting suit and short boots, and leather gloves, kissed Natasha on the cheek, who was still lying in bed, and said goodbye to her. The wind carried raindrops and hit the glass windows hard. The branches shook violently and made a rustling sound. All night long, there were sounds of branches breaking and hitting the ground. Even though it was early in the morning, the sky outside the window was as gloomy as the night.

"You have to leave this morning. The airport will be closed soon." He stroked her fiery red curly hair. Natasha had just woken up from her sleep, and the lake in her dream still soaked half of her body. "You have done enough."

“I didn’t do anything.”

"We all have to accept that we are powerless in certain areas." Salomon shrugged, his tone relaxed, as if he was about to go to a grand dinner. "The father of the gods is about to die, and he can't control his power. This is an extremely dangerous situation. You have done well. You should not have participated in these supernatural events."

He and Casillas met at the still-lit pier and boarded a shabby-looking cargo ship. The ferry to the Faroe Islands had been stopped, and now the Norwegian fjords were full of ships, and all ships were prohibited from leaving the port. Casillas had spent several years building a network of relationships here, and he still got him a temporary sea permit. It would take 43 hours for the ship to reach the Faroe Islands, and these 43 hours were the time left for Natasha and the other androids except Dinah to leave Oslo.

Salomon's previous example was too abstract, and Natasha found it difficult to imagine a star turning into a light bulb.

Now, this storm caused by supernatural forces made her clearly realize how powerful an individual could be. She watched with concern as Salomon boarded the cargo ship, then made up her mind, turned around and followed the android out of the dock - there was not much room for hesitation in her character, and staying in Oslo and spending a few days with Salomon was her last wish.

"This duel stems from a dispute of ideas." Casillas tried to comfort her, "He just doesn't want to admit defeat."

Casillas refers to Odin, the father of the gods.

The surveillance missions over the past few years had made him completely abandon his fear of Odin. Sometimes he would even take Odin to a Norwegian tavern to drink. The portal saved him from spending too much time on this mission. Even if he sent the drunken father of the gods back, he still had time to pack some tavern food for Sheila. As for why the cargo could not be transported through the portal, it was entirely because the portal spell prohibited "objects with powerful energy" from passing through.

Those who did so - especially those wild mages who had not received a complete education - all suffered tragic portal accidents, and it was not uncommon for their bodies to be teleported apart. Kamar-Taj often collected the bodies of these unfortunate people to cover up the disasters they caused.

"Do you believe he can win?" Natasha asked.

"I don't know." Casillas sighed, "But I know that the man who wears the crown will not die in his bed."

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Accompanied by smoke, engine noise, and the damp and moldy smell in the cabin, Salomon boarded the island with the cargo. The wind lifted his hair, and it seemed endless. The pebbles on the seashore hit his leather boots, and the sound of the stones colliding mixed with the sound of distant waves. The closer to winter, the lower the temperature of the sea breeze. Even the fishy smell of the sea water was much reduced due to the low temperature. Even the unfortunate starfish washed ashore curled up and tried to return to the relatively warm sea water. A sudden storm surrounded the Faroe Islands. Here, in the center of the hurricane, there was no storm, and even the wind was relatively calm. There were only layers of heavy lead-gray clouds, squeezed into shape in the sky. Passing through a narrow path made of rocks, Salomon and Dinah took half an hour to climb the meadow growing on the cliff and saw the wooden house under the lead-gray cumulonimbus cloud in the distance. An old man in a light-colored jacket sat on a tree stump, pouring strong liquor into his mouth one sip after another. A dilapidated car was parked next to him.

"Do you think you won, Atum?" Odin said bluntly, staring at Solomon with his one eye.

Salomon ignored him and walked straight towards the wooden house.

"Ignore him, he's drunk. I know you're different from Atum." Frigga patted his shoulder, as if treating a lovable junior. Compared to Odin and Frigga, who have lived for 500,000 years, the 8,000-year-old Salomon is still very young - they all know about Salomon's time travel, because in the past years, Salomon has seen them more than once, hiding it from his younger self until he embarked on the journey of time travel, this is their tacit understanding.

"I'm sorry about that, ma'am." Salomon nodded seriously.

"I should be the one to say this." Frigga had no opinion on the upcoming duel.

If the young lion wants to seize power from the old lion king, he must first prove his strength and ability.

Salomon's ambition is obvious. He wants humans to have a place in the universe, so Asgard must be the target of his challenge. He wants to completely break the pride of the Aesir, so he must challenge the strongest of the Aesir. Odin believes that neither Thor nor Hela are qualified to be Salomon's opponent, at least not now, because they are not the kings of Asgard. The proud father of the gods does not mind deciding the future order of Asgard and the Nine Realms at the last moment of his life.

He expects to face a strong opponent.

The Aesir, who have the blood of giants flowing in their veins, often shine the brightest at the end of their lives, from Burr to Bauer. It will be a battle of honor, and stopping the duel will be considered questioning the honor of the king. Even as a witch, Frigga also understands what honor is.

"Whether it's Hela breaking the seal or Ragnarok, it's a crisis we need to face together." Salomon said politely, accepting the salt, butter and bread brought by Frigga as breakfast. Then he put the goods on the roof and secured them with belts, and then he and Dinah squeezed into the dilapidated Bluebird car obediently.

"I'll drive." Salomon patted the water droplets on his head.

Frigga helped Odin squeeze into the back seat, and she thanked Salomon. "I don't know what I would do without you." Frigga rubbed her waist, "It would kill me to hold this old fool who is inflating like a balloon. Although he has already done so."

The 43-hour voyage did not make Salomon tired. He drove the car with great energy and sent Odin and Frigga to the scheduled duel location. There was a large cliff with a thin lawn. Over millions of years, dust and grass seeds brought by the wind were stuck in the cracks of the rocks, and accumulated little by little into this flat grassland.

The car drove very slowly. Perhaps because she was bored, Frigga seemed to be looking for a topic to talk about. She told Salomon that Odin's life flame had been extinguished. She used magic to connect Odin with her life and used Odin's power to maintain the seal of the Land of the Dead. Even Salomon, who had studied rune magic, was surprised by the power displayed by the most powerful witch in Asgard at this moment. Such magic could even be called great. If it weren't for Frigga, Salomon would face Hela without any preparation, and the expedition he prepared for Ragnarok would be useless.

In return, Salomon told Frigga that Kamar-Taj would send Thor and Loki over soon.

"That's right, I have something to say to those two kids." Frigga looked reluctant as she pushed the drunken Odin. Obviously, the father of the gods was still pretending to sleep, and he refused to wake up no matter how Frigga pushed him. Frigga sighed, "Some things are better to be said by their father. When does the duel start?"

"Soon, wait for my security guards to arrive." Salomon slowly stepped off the bike. Dinah got off the bike in advance and set up the picnic tablecloth and drinks on a flat rock. Salomon took down the goods and sat next to the picnic table. He poured himself and Frigga a glass of sweet wine. "I don't want to be disturbed by Hela during the duel. They are the most suitable security guards."

Not long after these words were spoken, the sound of a turbofan engine was heard in the sky.

At this time, the pilots who are crazy enough to fly through the storm can only be found in the Immortal City.

Salomon saw a tiny black shadow moving towards here with a huge noise under the dark cloud sky. The strong wind made the plane sway a little, and it seemed that it would fall at any time. "Quiet." Odin, who had woken up, shouted impatiently to the sky, and the strong wind died down immediately, and the heavy lead-gray clouds stopped moving. Salomon nodded to Odin in thanks - and then he saw the plane began to dive at a low altitude, like a bomber during World War II. Two slender figures jumped down from hundreds of meters in the air, and the plane pulled up its nose and rushed into the sky - when it was close to the ground, a large group of butterflies suddenly emerged from under their high heels, and huge illusory butterfly wings emerged from behind them, and then disappeared.

Odin clapped his hands and nodded to the two witches.

“Great show, both ladies.”

"Ignore that childish guy." Frigga waved to Bayonetta and Jeanne, "Let's talk about something that only witches can know." The black-haired witch and the white-haired witch brushed past Salomon, they raised their chins slightly, proud like a swan. Jeanne stroked her throat with her fingers, as if to tell Salomon that he must be punished for running away from home this time. Bayonetta was much gentler, and her narrow and charming eyes blinked at him.

"It's been a long time, dear." She raised her hand and grabbed Salomon's collar. "How long has it been?"

"Eight thousand years."

"What do you want to call me?"

"Inanna."

"Good boy." Bayonetta stood on tiptoe and kissed Salomon hard on the lips. "We can start when we are ready." She nodded to Dinah, and without further words, the android followed. "I entrusted Milia to Rosa, who is very good at taking care of children. It is said that she did it to make up for the regrets of the past. There are also Cheshire Cat and Miss Peanut Butter. She will be very happy to have their company..."