American comic: Checking in, Gwen in black stockings rolls her eyes.

Thor's smile froze, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face.

"But I am... I am Thor! I'm an old friend of your king!"

"Rules are rules."

The guard remained unmoved. "Please leave."

Thor's face flushed with anger as he gripped Mjolnir's handle tightly, seemingly ready to lash out at any moment.

Lin Feng gently pressed his arm and took a step forward.

06 “My two guards,”

Lin Feng spoke calmly.

"We have come to request the help of the dwarven artisans to forge weapons. This concerns the safety of the Nine Realms, so please inform them."

After hearing Lin Feng's words, the guards softened their attitude slightly.

"This gentleman is quite polite, unlike some people."

He gave Thor a meaningful glance.

Solton's face immediately turned as black as the bottom of a pot, but at Lin Feng's prompting, he suppressed his anger.

"I will report it."

After the guard finished speaking, one of them turned and entered the city.

Less than half an hour later, a group of dwarf soldiers arrived at the city gate, led by a dwarf general dressed in exquisite armor.

“I am Dulin, King Etri’s lieutenant.”

He bowed to Lin Feng and Sol, saying, "Please follow me."

Thor breathed a sigh of relief and straightened his back, ready to follow.

However, instead of leading them to the royal palace in the city center, Dulin turned onto a mountain road outside the city.

"and many more,"

"Aren't we going to the palace?" Thor asked, puzzled.

Dulin did not answer, but continued to lead the way.

Thor began to grumble in dissatisfaction:

"Hey! I came here specifically to see King Etri!"

Lin Feng stopped Thor again.

"Don't rush, Thor."

He said calmly, "The Dwarf King is probably not in the palace now, but on that volcano."

Thor looked puzzled: "Why?"

Dulin turned around in surprise to look at Lin Feng:

"how do you know?"

Lin Feng smiled slightly:

"The dwarves make a living by forging weapons, and as their king, King Aetre must be a master craftsman. He would often forge weapons himself or instruct his people. And that volcano..."

He pointed to the distant mountain peaks billowing thick smoke.

"It should be the best place for forging."

A hint of respect flashed in Dulin's eyes, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

"This gentleman is indeed clever and eloquent. Indeed, our king is overseeing the forging of new weapons in the volcanic furnace."

Thor suddenly realized and gave Lin Feng an admiring look.

003 The group climbed along the mountain path and soon arrived at the huge forging workshop converted from the crater.

Here, the heat is intense, and hundreds of dwarven craftsmen are busy at their respective workstations.

The red glow of the lava illuminated their sweat-drenched faces, and the sound of hammers striking each other created a powerful symphony.

Thor looked around in amazement. The scale of the place far exceeded his expectations.

Various unfinished divine weapons were displayed on the workbench, some emitting a strange light, clearly containing powerful magic.

"These are all top-tier divine weapons."

Dulin proudly explained, "Some of them might even become legendary artifacts."

.....

123: Dark Matter! Devouring Divine Blood!

Thor was speechless; even the well-traveled Thor was stunned by the sight before him.

Lin Feng maintained a calm expression, as if all of this was within his expectations.

After passing through the bustling forging area, they arrived at the center of the crater.

A burly dwarf stood before a huge anvil, holding a heavy hammer, intently forging an object that gleamed with gold.

Every swing of his hammer was incredibly precise, with just the right amount of force, demonstrating extraordinary skill.

"His Majesty,"

Dulin bowed respectfully.

"Prince Thor of Asgard and his friends have come to visit."

King Ettrium put down his hammer and turned to face the visitor.

His face was resolute, and beneath his thick beard were a pair of sharp eyes that seemed to see through the very essence of metal.

Dulin whispered a few words in his ear.

King Aetry's gaze immediately turned to Lin Feng, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Thor, it's been a long time 々「 。"

King Etrigue gave Thor a brief nod, then turned his attention to Lin Feng.

"This must be Mr. Lin Feng? Du Lin said you guessed where I was at a glance."

Lin Feng bowed humbly:

"Your Majesty King Aetre, I have long admired your name. The dwarven forging skills are world-renowned, and it is an honor to witness them in person."

King Etri nodded in satisfaction, then asked:

What is the purpose of your trip?

Thor stepped forward:

“King Aetre, we need your help to forge a weapon. A weapon that can fight against a powerful enemy.”

"What kind of enemy?" King Etri asked.

Thor hesitated for a moment and looked at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng said calmly:

"An ancient threat is awakening, and we need to be prepared."

King Etrigue pondered for a moment, then nodded:

"I can help, but on two conditions. First, you must provide the materials yourself; second, you must grant me one request."

Thor frowned, somewhat displeased:

"I am Thor, the God of Thunder! The prince of Asgard!"

King Etrigue completely ignored Thor's protests and stared directly at Lin Feng:

"Sir, what is your answer?"

Lin Feng nodded without hesitation:

"We accept your terms, King Etri. What are your requests?"

King Etrigue's expression turned serious:

“Recently, some of our miners discovered a strange black substance deep inside. It seems to devour light and even affect the minds of those around it. We've tried various methods but haven't been able to deal with it. I hope you can help us solve this problem.”

Lin Feng and Thor exchanged a glance, both realizing that this might be related to the threat they sensed.

“Take us to see.”

Lin Feng said, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.

King Aetry nodded and personally led them deeper into the mine.

Thor approached Lin Feng and asked in a low voice:

Do you think this has anything to do with the dark elves?

Lin Feng replied in a deep voice:

"Very likely. If my thinking is correct, the situation is more dangerous than we anticipated."

They followed King Etri through the narrow mine tunnels, heading three miles into the depths of Nidavellir.

As they went deeper, the surrounding temperature gradually decreased, and a strange chill permeated the air, as if something was devouring the heat.

.....

124: Darkness Falls! Malekith!

Deep inside the mine, they saw the black substance—

It floated in a space isolated by special metal, slowly wriggling like a living thing, exuding an unsettling aura.

Lin Feng's expression turned serious. He recognized what it was.

A being more ancient and more dangerous than the Dark Elves.

A substance that may be related to the reason he came to this universe.

"We need to return to Asgard immediately."

Lin Feng suddenly spoke, his voice filled with an unprecedented sense of urgency.

“King Aetre, prepare your best craftsmen and equipment. This matter is far more serious than we imagined.”

Thor looked at Lin Feng in surprise, never having seen him so nervous before.

"What happened? What is this thing?"

Lin Feng took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving the black substance.

"This is the Shadow of the Void, a substance capable of penetrating dimensional barriers. Its appearance signifies that the barriers between the Nine Realms are being weakened."

He turned to Saul, a wary glint in his eyes.

"If I'm not mistaken, the appearance of the dark elves is just the beginning. The real crisis is yet to come."

King Echo nodded solemnly:

"I will prepare immediately. What materials do you need to forge the weapons?"

Lin Feng pondered for a moment, then uttered a name that even Thor found shocking:

"Urumetal".

King Echo gasped.

"That is one of the rarest metals in the universe, and it is said to form only in the core of a neutron star."

“I know where to find it.”

Lin Feng said calmly.

"But we must be quick. Time is running out."

Thor looked at Lin Feng and suddenly realized how unfathomable the secrets hidden within this seemingly ordinary human.