Marvel's Magneto is a good guy

Bor's attire is very rough, with animal skins, horned helmets, and battle axes, just like a peerless king who came out of primitive society.

He ended his roar, looking a little dazed, and didn't even hear Eric calling him.

He was sealed for too long, so long that his consciousness almost dissipated between heaven and earth, and was awakened so suddenly, his consciousness was still in chaos.

Eric thought for a moment and understood his problem. He stood aside silently and waited for him to recover. At the same time, he also took the opportunity to observe the former God-King of Asgard.

Bor's strength is also at the level of the heavenly father, but it is several grades worse than Odin's. This is related to the divine power inheritance of their Asa protoss.

In order to obtain the power to fight against the gods, they came up with the method of inheriting the divine power. From father to son, and from son to grandson, the divine power is passed down and condensed in the bodies of one generation after another, and then added to the divine power of the current generation, smelted in a furnace, and finally gathered together. In one person's body, that person will possess the divine power of the entire Asa clan.

When Bor was sealed, he was in his prime, and his power of Bor was far from reaching its peak, but at the moment of being sealed, it was automatically passed on to Odin, and Odin took the power of his grandfather and father to cheat , and practiced his Odin's power until his old age, his strength must be stronger than Bor's.

If compared with Eric, in terms of physical fitness and supernatural power, the two are about the same, but Eric is very confident. Like Bol, he can hit three at a time.

"Wizard, are you the wizard that my son Odin came to save me?" Bol finally remembered who he was, shook his head, and asked Eric slightly confused.

Eric sneered and shook his head, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty Bol, before I say this, please allow me to introduce myself."

Bol said nothing, tilting his head to look at him.

"I, Eric Lensherr, am the current Lord of the Nine Realms, the God King of Asgard"

Eric straightened his back, stared straight into Bol's eyes, and slowly read his name.

Bol's expression suddenly froze, first showing disbelief, then doubt, then anger, and finally, it turned into murderous intent.

"You lied" Bol roared wildly, raised his ax and struck at Eric.

Eric reached out his hand lightly, caught the tomahawk firmly, and looked at him calmly.

Bor was panting violently. He had just regained his freedom, and his strength was still at a low ebb. He couldn't even exert one-tenth of his strength. He was not Eric's opponent at all, but this did not affect his eyesight.

"You can't lie to me, you are not an Asir."

"Of course I'm not, I'm from Midgard." Eric shrugged and let go of Bor's battle axe.

"Atrium" Bol took a step back and looked at him warily, with a little melancholy in his eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking of, "What happened in Asgard and why did you become the God King?"

Eric smiled and shook his head, "At this time, you won't believe anything I say. Within the Nine Realms, you name a place and I will take you there. You can ask yourself."

Bor was dubious, stared at him for a moment, then nodded slightly, "Vanerheim, Asgard and Asgard have always been at odds, they won't lie to me."

"Let's go then." Eric chuckled, opened the portal to Vanaheim with a tap of his finger, and took the lead to enter. Bol hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and entered further.

"Eric, you are not enjoying the blessings in Asgard, why are you here here when you have time?" As soon as Eric arrived in Vanaheim, the God of the Sea, Niord, sensed him and immediately appeared in front of him, but He doesn't look very good-looking.

That's right, this guy originally wanted to trouble Eric, but he didn't expect to be beaten twice in a row, and no one would be happy if he put it on anyone.

Eric smiled without saying a word, Niord was in doubt, and Bor came across the space gate.

Niord and Boll looked at each other, and were stunned for a while.

"You are?" Bol looked Niord up and down and asked hesitantly: "Niord, why have you grown so big? The last time I saw you, you were chased by wolves with your father."

"Bor" Niord's eyes widened with disbelief on his face, "This is impossible, you have been dead for tens of thousands of years."

"What tens of thousands of years?" Boer was stunned on the spot, at a loss.

Eric patted Niold on the shoulder and whispered: "He was sealed by someone. I just rescued him. Whatever he asks you, just say it. Tell it like it is. You're welcome."

After all, Eric quietly retreated hundreds of miles, leaving enough "communication space" for the two of them.

Sure enough, as Eric expected, as soon as he left, the two started fighting with their back feet.

Of these two people, one is born with a bad temper, and the other has just woken up and is eager to know what happened. Every sentence is filled with the smell of gunpowder. It would be strange not to fight.

"Hey, tell me, the Nine Realms are so big. You didn't choose any other place, but you chose Vanaheim. You're doing your own harm." Eric gloated and watched this one-sided battle from a distance. He felt helpless when he saw it. Bor hurts.

Bor's current strength is at an absolute low. Although Niord is not at his peak, he can still be abused.

Niord was so satisfied that he blamed Bor for all the pain Eric inflicted on him. I can't beat your son or your grandson, then I'll beat you to show you why the flowers are so red.

He did not forget about business, and intermittently recounted several major events that had happened in the Nine Realms after Bor's "death". Of course, he told it from his perspective, and he told Odin's story with strong hostility.

Bor listened carefully while being distracted from the fight. His strength had already dropped greatly, but now he couldn't concentrate on the fight, and he was beaten all over his head after more than ten rounds.

However, his heart hurt more than his physical injuries

Odin, his son, had no intention of saving him

"No, I don't believe it." Bor suddenly burst out, splitting the waves with an axe, and rushed to Niord despite the overwhelming magic attack. He grabbed his neck and shouted with red eyes: "I don't believe it. ,You lied to me"

"Your Majesty Bor, it's almost time. Let's go back to Asgard." Eric appeared at the right time and easily saved Niord. He winked at him and asked him with his eyes, "Are you happy?"

Niord understood instantly, quietly gave a thumbs up, and nodded with a happy face.

"Hehe" Eric snickered, looked at Boll who had a bump on his head, raised his head and called: "Heimdall"

Heimdall had been waiting for a long time, and immediately opened the Rainbow Bridge to bring back the two god kings of Asgard.

"Your Majesty Eric, Your Majesty Bor, welcome back." Heimdall knelt on one knee and greeted him respectfully.

"Heimdall, are you still drinking the wine I gave you? If you don't, I'll take it away." Eric made a show of taking it.

Heimdall hurriedly stood up to stop him, picked up a wine jar, and drank it all in one gulp, "Your Majesty, this is my wine."