Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1740: Wild Hunt
Upon receiving the message from Salomon, Kamar-Taj immediately sent Thor and Loki over, as if they were two pieces of money-losing merchandise that needed to be sold off in a hurry. Victor von Doom sent the bills for Thor and Loki's expenses, and specially used magic to transmit the bills to Salomon so that the Lord of Kamar-Taj could see how many barrels of beer Thor drank every day and how many antiques Loki destroyed with his dagger every day.

Victor von Doom had the Eye of Vishanti and the Time Stone, but he still had to pay for the magic he performed. Out of courtesy, Salomon did not interrupt the family's meeting, nor did he throw the bill to Frigga. He took the two witches' waists (Joan of Arc struggled symbolically for a few times) and walked aside to make room for the family. Both Thor and Loki were obviously closer to their mothers.

Odin sat alone on a large rock nearby, his white hair whipped by the strong wind. He looked very miserable, like an old man abandoned in a nursing home, whose children were unwilling to visit him and who could only play bingo once a week. This would have been Odin's fate if Frigga had died in the dark elves' raid on the Golden Palace. No one would have thought that Loki's magic could control Odin, but he was there waiting for Kamar-Taj to move him to a suitable place, like a slug sprinkled with salt, sticky and annoying.

Fortunately, this large slug is now being taken care of by Frigga. If it were left to Salomon, he would probably give it a year's supply of adult diapers and then leave it alone. After all, an old guy who has lived for 500,000 years will inevitably have old age odor. No matter how long Odin lives, he is not immortal, and his body and soul will still age with time.

Salomon was talking to the witches in secret, Bayonetta chuckled from time to time, and Jeanne, who had a cold expression, couldn't help but smile. He was very good at making them happy, and they temporarily let go of the matter about Wanda and Natasha. After all, most of the nights in the Oxfordshire manor were spent together by the three of them, and Bayonetta liked Wanda's smell.

With Wanda's coordination, the witches will not hunt down the former Black Widow.

The joyful atmosphere was soon broken by Thor's loud voice. Jeanne looked angrily at the big golden retriever not far away. "He really looks like Miss Peanut Butter." Jeanne frowned and said, "He has a loud voice and loses hair easily."

"I have a sister? Mjolnir was originally her weapon?" Thor looked at the hammer in his hand with an expression of disbelief, like a husband who couldn't believe his wife cheated on him. The fact that he suddenly had a sister was nothing compared to the truth about Mjolnir - this hammer was not prepared for him in the first place - it was a huge blow to him. "This is impossible! Mjolnir can't betray me!"

"Children." Perhaps because his butt was cold and uncomfortable sitting on the stone, Odin finally couldn't help speaking. He tried to grab the attention of his two sons from Frigga, "Let me tell you the whole truth." It took about half an hour, and Thor exploded again. This time, Mjolnir's matter was not important.

He rushed to Salomon and raised his hammer sharply, "I thought we were friends!"

He was greeted by Salomon's pitying look.

"This is the king's duty!" Odin shouted angrily, "You want to fight for me? Then sit on the throne!" Frigga patted his back gently to prevent the old man from fainting. Hearing this, Thor hesitated and took a step back, looking completely unable to make a decision.

Loki stood there with a complicated expression, his eyes moving back and forth between Thor and his father. During the time he was disguised as Odin, there were no problems in Asgard's internal affairs. All the Aesir and Vanir were very quiet, and there were no rebellions. Even the most senior Asgardian nobles could only say that Loki did a good job in all aspects except for being a little slack in the military.

"I do better," he muttered.

"I know, child," Frigga said gently, "So do you want to fight in your father's place?"

"I think it's better to forget it." Loki smiled and bowed slightly to Solomon. "I have seen how powerful he is."

"This is why you can't wear the crown, Loki." Frigga saw Thor's hesitation turn into anger, and finally determination. "A true king needs sacrifice."

"Then let's get started now. I'm tired of waiting! After I die, it's none of my business who wants to sit on the throne, but now I am the king of Asgard!" Odin stood up on his knees and turned to instruct his two sons. Whether as a king or a father, he had a lot to say to his sons, but he found that he couldn't finish what he said, so he could only teach them with the most painful reality.

The old man with beard and hair opened the box and took out the golden spear, panting to support his body. "You are not allowed to tarnish my honor, otherwise you will no longer be my son!" Seeing Thor and Loki bow their heads, his expression softened a little. "Frigga..."

"I have shared my life with you. It is superfluous to say anything more." The Queen of Heaven held Odin's hand. "My husband is a warrior."

Salomon patted the two witches on the back and whispered something. Bayonetta reached into the twisted black hole that appeared out of thin air in front of her and took out a golden rein and handed it to Salomon. Pegasus, the noble pure white horse, abandoned Salomon and ran back to the Oxfordshire manor when he returned to the 21st century, enjoying the meticulous care of the sisterhood. His master could not enjoy such treatment.

He summoned Pegasus, the pure white horse spread its wings and raised its head proudly. Salomon curled his lips in disgust, because he found that Pegasus's belly had grown a lot bigger. The weight lost during the 8,000-year journey of high-intensity fighting had gained back in a few months. As if sensing his master's dissatisfaction, Pegasus subconsciously shrank his neck and tried to hide his head under his wings.

Odin walked towards the dilapidated Bluebird car. With each step, more pale golden flames ignited from his body until he was completely surrounded by this gorgeous flame that was as light as smoke. He placed his hands on the roof of the car and chanted in a low voice. "You were born in the center of the oppressive land of Judeo-Christian, forged through the sweat of blue-collar workers. You were not born like this, but now you have become a berserker, and you are worthy of the name." Odin's voice became louder and louder. "You are the flag of my world. Although this may not be your way, I still want to respect you in my most sacred way.

You will eat at my table, and we will see you in Vallaha."

The old car suddenly caught fire and burned to ashes in an instant. A neigh rose from the ashes, and a dark gray cloud-like horse flashing with lightning rushed out of the red ashes, like thunder frozen in ice. The leaden sky finally began to move, the high wind began to howl, and the stagnant thunder fell from the sky, blasting the rocks into pieces with a violent roar.

Pegasus raised his front hooves excitedly, excited by the appearance of a real opponent.

"Sleipnir, my old friend, now we step into the final battle together." Odin raised his spear and shouted. He had rarely been so happy since he ascended the throne. He pointed Gungnir at Solomon, and the wind wrapped around him. His voice became louder and louder, just like the roar of the wind. Out of courtesy, the duelists will announce their names.

"I am called the Warrior, Grimm, the Raider, and the Third. I am the One-Eyed God, also known as the Supreme God, the Seeker of Truth. I am Grimnir, the Cloaked God, I am the Almighty Father, the Lord of the Scepter, and I have countless names, just as there are countless names for the wind and countless ways to die. My ravens are Huin and Muin, Thought and Memory, my wolves are Frech and Kili, and my favorite horse is called Gallows!
I am——Odin!!!"

Thor and Loki stood by in horror. They had never seen their father display such terrible power. "Mom!" Loki, who was more careful, found that Frigga couldn't even stand steadily at this moment. He rushed over to help the pale Frigga up. Loki knew what was going on. Frigga used her life to extend Odin's life. Although it was only a few short years, it was enough to consume the rest of Frigga's life. Thor was impatient and wanted to stop it, but Frigga held him down.

Salomon got on his horse. At this moment, he was the only one on this uninhabited island who had the power to fight against Odin. He did not have so many titles, or rather, he was too disdainful to mention the titles he had obtained in the past eight thousand years. Whether it was the Lord of Storms, the King of Eridu, the King of Mountains and Foreign Lands, the Master of Bison and Wheat Fields, the Dragon Slayer of Euphrates, the Conqueror of Eurasia, the Supreme Sorcerer of Kamar-Taj, the Lord of Mankind, or any other glittering titles, they were just tools for him, not achievements.

He only values ​​one identity. "I am human." He raised the holy sword, "I believe the future belongs to humans."

The seemingly temperatureless illusory flames burned on the armor and hair. Odin's one eye and Salomon's eyes became brighter and brighter, a symbol of the overflowing power of the soul. Salomon urged Pegasus to rush over, and Sleipnir gladly took up the fight. The two mythical horses approached rapidly, without even time to speed up. The sword blades and spear tips collided intensively, and instantly burst out with heat comparable to that of a star. The expanding air exploded one after another like infrasound waves hitting the ground. The hooves of the two horses were under pressure, shattering the rocks that had supported the island for tens of millions of years.

The dark sky gradually lit up with stars, among which Arcturus was the brightest. Its gentle, sun-like golden light pushed aside the leaden storm. Pegasus snorted and rushed towards the lightning-fast Sleipnir with its master. The bright meteor shower streaked through the dusk sky, piercing the curtain woven by the dark clouds. Fate changed with the movement of the meteors. The spear that was supposed to pierce the throat deviated by a few centimeters. The blade that was supposed to cut off the fingers holding the spear suddenly stopped. The magic that released several times the heat of the Tunguska explosion disappeared as if time was reversed.

Swords and guns collided with each other, magic annihilated each other, and the boundary between the physical universe and the sea of ​​souls was easily torn apart, but no predator from the sea of ​​souls tried to get close, because the violent outer dimension waves would easily tear them apart and give the unliving a true death. Under such power, the material universe was like plasticine, which could be kneaded at will, and every microscopic particle could be arranged and combined according to their wishes, or even decomposed and reorganized.

When Hela opened the portal and walked out, the first thing that greeted her was not fresh air, but howling winds and thunder. The rock layers were constantly collapsing under her feet, and the gravel melted into magma, cooled in the wind, and was then torn into pieces by lightning. Every time the lightning illuminated the night sky, the entire sky and the ground became dim. The turbulent sea surface under the cliff was freezing, and then the ice was broken by the huge waves, over and over again, never stopping, until a huge iceberg rose on the sea surface, and the hurricane lifted the tiny ice gravel into the wind, dyeing the entire island white.

Asgard's goddess of death does not just see with the naked eye.

For individuals with talent, this duel involves more than just rampant magic and drastically changing environments.

She saw a huge long house rising on the coast. Two braziers with blazing flames were set up in front of the house built of giant gray logs. Many longboats were parked beside the simple pier on the gravel beach. A warrior who looked similar to Odin but younger stood on the stairs with a spear in his hand, staring at the distant sea level with his one eye.

She saw a star crash into the sea, piercing the ice.

The next moment, the frozen sea surface began to boil, and steam pushed through the layers of glaciers and erupted violently. The steam rose straight up like a column of smoke from burning corpses. The young Odin called on the dead in armor to board the longship and row the oars towards the frozen battlefield in the distance. Hela was surprised to find that death was not a power that belonged only to her. The captain raised his spear and called for the wind and death to follow. The captain glanced at Hela standing on the shore. Some of the long-cold emotions in her body were ignited again. Hela took two steps forward in a trance, and then she found that she seemed to be eager to go to war with the longship.

The cold air quickly faded away, and Hela only felt the cold wind that covered her body become warm and humid. The air was filled with the smell of water, and the strong sunlight that made her unable to open her eyes mercilessly sprinkled on the sparkling earth. She found that her knees were submerged in the sea water, and her ankles were deeply sunken in the soft mud. Rough pottery, simply processed wooden boards, and swollen corpses of people and livestock were floating on the turbid water.

On some roofs and steps that were not flooded by the flood, flies rushed to the corpses like a dark shroud, and the familiar smell of rotting flesh hit her face, making her sick. Before Hela could figure out where she was, a tall man with long black hair and a moon-white linen robe passed by her. He stood on the muddy and turbulent water, his body swaying slightly like a canoe, and muddy mud and blood spots were splashed on his robe. He was so close that Hela could smell the sweat emanating from his body and see the anger flashing in his obsidian eyes.

Hela recognized him; he smelled familiar.

She followed his gaze and looked into the distance. The surging river completely washed away the mud-brick walls. Under the scorching river surface, a huge, blurry black shadow swam inland from the deep blue seabed, like a bloodthirsty beast lurking under the water, devouring the rotting corpses that sank into the water. At a glance, the black shadow was even bigger than the city. If you look closely, you will feel a headache, as if you remembered some information but it was suddenly erased. Hela heard a familiar call. She raised her head and saw through the twisted and sultry air that a few slender figures emerged from the distant sea level and rushed towards the estuary. The sails were painted with totems that she had fought for countless times.

Hela had received a complete and strict education, and she knew very well what she had seen. This duel had entered the realm of the Sea of ​​Souls from the very beginning, a battle across time and space. Her father chose the time when he was youngest and strongest, and crossed time and space to find his opponent when he was weakest - his opponent also chose the most suitable place for the duel - there was no cold wind and thunder, only sunshine and water. A war between humans and monsters was about to take place here, and the determination from the war filled him with strength.

She blinked and returned to the world surrounded by blizzards and thunder.

She saw her mother, who was full of hatred, unwillingness and attachment, leaning against a big tree, with the roots rising from the soil to carve out a circular open space, and the runes carved on the bark to block the violent power from the outside world. She saw her two younger brothers clinging to her, watching everything happening in front of them in horror.

Frigga also saw Hela. She smiled at her daughter, her pale face full of tenderness.

Thor and Loki noticed the strange black-haired woman. Thor swung his hammer and summoned a lightning bolt, which was so small that it could be ignored compared to the thunder raging in the sky. Hela reached out and a black, glass-like sword cut off the lightning bolt, rushing towards Frigga with a vicious curse. Thor threw his hammer and hit the black sword hard. He grabbed Mjolnir who bounced back and tried to break out of the protection of the runes to fight this legendary enemy of Asgard.

Before he could do so, Loki pulled him back.

"She is not going to kill you right now, dear brother. Can't you see that?" Loki said with a superior expression as always. "She wants to talk to our mother."

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Heavy rain hit the windows. Casillas looked at the glass windows anxiously, fearing that the fragile glass would be broken by the rain. At this time, the sky outside was dark. The sudden power outage plunged the entire city into darkness. The only thing that could illuminate the city was the lightning that kept lighting up behind the skyline. He felt the wooden floor under his feet trembling slightly due to the dull thunder, and held Xila's hand tightly. In his second vision, there were two mixed beams of light fighting below the horizon. Not only him, but all intelligent life with second vision, including the Nine Realms, could feel the psychic wave that erupted on this planet.

Even for mortals living on Earth, they can vaguely feel the pain as if a red-hot iron is approaching their brains. This is the result of the three major temples of Kamar-Taj and more than a hundred small monasteries jointly supporting the planetary defense system, otherwise this wave from the outer dimension will burn their eyes and brains. For mortals, the more direct manifestation of this disaster is the low-pressure cyclone over the Faroe Islands that expanded rapidly in a few dozen minutes, and the edge of the cyclone even began to touch the east coast of North America.

People living in the French-speaking part of Canada were unprepared for the sudden storm. They watched the temperature suddenly drop, the roads began to freeze, the water pipes froze and burst, and the gushing water condensed into ice in the air. More than one meteorologist believed that they were about to usher in an end of the world similar to "The Day After Tomorrow". Of course, there were also doomsday lunatics who publicized that the final judgment had come.

Casillas tightened his ribs and forced himself to breathe, to prevent himself from forgetting to breathe because of fear. He had never seen the Supreme Mage attack with all his strength, but he thought that the scene would definitely not be much smaller than it was now. He now didn't believe what Salomon said about "controlling the situation". This scene looked like the prelude to an extinction disaster.