In Marvel, people are slime

There was chaos outside the cell, while Loki was leaning against the energy shield with a book in his hand, reading carefully. He looked relaxed and contented, thinking he had made a good plan.

Asgard is rarely defeated by enemies from the front...but even gods are powerless if the defense is destroyed from the inside.

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A huge dragon head poked out from the void, and then the entire body appeared out of thin air section by section as the dragon head moved forward.

Lei Mu stood on the fire dragon's head, the whistling wind pulling at his cloak.

He held onto the dragon's horn and looked around in confusion...

This place doesn't seem to be Asgard, right? !

The ground was covered with black quicksand, and occasionally there were a few larger stones that had been weathered beyond recognition.

There was a solar eclipse in the sky, and a dark shadow was blocking a star... which should not be called the sun, leaving just a circle of bright edge.

It was motionless and seemed to be in a state of perpetual eclipse.

And... Lai Mu squinted and stared straight at the star... Maybe because it was blocked in the middle, he always felt that the light from above was black.

Then the black light fell on the ground, dyeing the sand and stones the same black.

This place looks even more desolate than Jotunheim where the Frost Giants live, and is comparable to Muspelheim, the Fire Kingdom where we were just now.

Three of them have passed away in the Nine Realms, why are they all so miserable?

Or, except for Earth and Asgard, the other seven places are all such ghostly worlds?

Lai Mu sighed deeply.

Besides, my luck is so bad.

He tapped the fire dragon's left horn with his fingers, and the fire dragon understood and flew to the left, heading for the next abnormal space location.

Halfway through, Lai Mu suddenly frowned and jumped off the dragon head. When he was close to the ground, he spread out his cloak and landed gently on the sand.

He half squatted, looking at the sand under his feet...footprints.

It seems someone has been here...

He picked up half a handful of sand and looked at it carefully.

There was a dark aura in there, and it had been gone for a while... maybe a few hours.

Dark aura...dark elves?

So this is Svartalheim…

Since the Dark Elves have been here and left for a few hours, the battle in Asgard may be almost over by now!

Lai Mu's heart tightened.

We need to speed up our pace.

The fire dragon landed behind him and poked its head over.

Lai Mu grabbed the dragon's horn and climbed onto the dragon's head.

"Hurry up, we might be late..."

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Meanwhile, the battle on Asgard was long over.

The dark elves attacked the Asgard Palace in invisible spaceships.

Under Loki's guidance, the Doom Slayer defeated the palace's large energy shield and let the fleet in.

Odin was led away by the dark elves who attacked the hall, while Thor went to deal with the chaos in the prison.

As a result, Malekith, the leader of the dark elves, had a smooth journey and found Frigga and Jane Foster in the queen's bedroom.

In order to protect Jane and the ether particles in her body, Frigga used illusion to transform into Jane's appearance and forced Malekith into a desperate situation in the battle. However, she was killed by the Doom Slayer who arrived at the last moment.

Frigga is not a weak woman, she is a warrior and a witch. According to legend, witches have the ability to predict the future. She already knew that she would die at this time and here... Such is her fate.

Thor arrived late and injured Malekith.

The Slayer fled with his seriously injured leader, and the dark elf army retreated temporarily.

But the war is not over yet.

The Dark Elves' heart of the Nine Realms is still alive, and they are always lurking near Asgard, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Chapter 55. Face the Power of Odin!

Night has come.

Asgard was silent after the war, and the ruins of the destroyed tower were lingering with eerie howling winds.

The ruined palace looked like a deserted city in the night. Two black crows were cawed on the wall where a corner was missing.

If you go beyond the spire of the palace, at the end of Asgard, the floating land, there is a river that has been flowing for tens of millions of years.

At this time, there was a small boat drifting on the river.

Frigga, the queen of Asgard who was known for her kindness, was lying on the boat, wearing armor and holding a long sword in both hands.

Her face was covered with a light veil, and she looked like she was asleep. Her boat was decorated with plucked petals, red, white, pink, and yellow, which had no breath of life but still exuded their last beauty.

If you look far away, you can see that the river is full of flower boats carrying the dead... They are so densely packed, extremely beautiful but heartbreaking.

At the end of the river is the flowing aurora. Under the aurora, the river water flows from the suddenly disconnected land into the vast void that knows where it goes.

Traditionally, all the martyrs who died for their country in Asgard would be buried here. Under the witness of the unchanging river for tens of millions of years, they ascended to the Asgard Valhalla in the sky amidst the flames ignited on the water surface.

There were countless figures standing on both sides of the river. They stood solemnly, holding torches or crystal balls of light. From a distance, it looked like a starry night sky.

In heaven and on earth, two similar starry skies were crying quietly.

The flower boat gradually drifted away along the current.

On the shore, the white-haired Odin was leaning on the eternal spear Gungnir, and his silent eyes followed all the way.

With the help of the spear, his back remained straight, but his eyes could not hide his old age and fatigue.

His wife of thousands of years passed away first, but he couldn't leave yet... Asgard still needed him and the war continued.

Thor stood beside Jane, holding the hammer tightly in his hand, looking at the long queue above the river, with no expression on his numb face.

Jane could not hide her sadness, she pursed her pale lips tightly, and the flickering light and shadow cast a dark haze on her face.

The four warriors of Asgard, the generals, the soldiers... were all in deep mourning.

……

Asgard's gatekeeper, Heimdall, stood on the Rainbow Bridge. With his eyes that could see anywhere in the universe, he passed through the thick palace walls and the dense crowd, and followed the flower boat all the way.

A gatekeeper could never leave his post without permission, and now that the country was still at war, he could only bid farewell to his queen and his comrades in this way from thousands of miles away.

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In prison, Loki's face was pale and his hair was disheveled.

He lowered his head and slumped on the ground, surrounded by overturned tables and chairs, overturned wine glasses, scattered grapes and smashed apples.

The wine mixed with juice soaked the corners of his clothes and the blood on the back of his hands.

The wall he was leaning against was covered with black and red marks, perhaps caused by kicking or hitting with hands.

……

By the river, it was silent, with no wind or clouds.

At a certain moment, a rocket took off among the crowd, leaving a thin trail.

According to tradition, the Asgardians will light the flower boat with flames, the bodies of the deceased will be sublimated in the flames, and the souls will enter the immortal Hall of Valor.

Everyone watched silently, waiting for the arrow to ignite the blazing fire and mark the end of this funeral.

However, right in front of everyone's eyes, an indistinct black shadow suddenly streaked across the sky!

Roar--!

A deafening roar of beast rang out in the night sky.

Everyone looked at each other in shock and confusion.

Then, a black shadow swooped down with two long red tails of flames, and as it flew over the flower boat, it snatched the falling arrow!

Suddenly the whole place was in an uproar!

With clanging sounds, all the Asgard soldiers drew their swords, raised their shields, and shouted in unison.

Hey! Ha——!

Countless overlapping war cries drowned out the roars of the beasts, and the sound waves pushed back to the sky.

Standing among everyone, Odin raised his Eternal Spear high and shouted angrily.

"Who are you? How dare you disrupt the funeral of the deceased? Disturbing the resting spirit of the hero!"

Along with the shout, a huge golden beam of light shot into the sky from the Spear of Eternity with cold murderous intent!

This is an angry blow from Odin, the king of gods!

It is a sure-hit blow from the Eternal Spear Gungnir that cannot be avoided!

On top of the flying dragon, Lai Mu, who had snatched the arrow, had a solemn expression on his face. He looked at the beam of light that was enough to drown him, and cold sweat unconsciously slid down his forehead.

Only those who face the power of Odin head-on can experience the sense of impending death and oppression it brings. It is like poison on the tarsal bone that cannot be escaped, and like a knife at the throat that is difficult to block.

This seemingly old man is, after all, the god of war who has been invincible in the universe for thousands of years!

Intuition told Lai Mu that if he dodged, he would definitely be hit!

If you get hit, you might die!