Marvel Magic Event Book

This piece of power armor is not the black armor previously prepared by Salomon for low-intensity warfare, but armor forged by dwarves. Marbus combined a large number of precious materials with alien technology and a servo system made by himself. , a powerful power armor that can combine melee combat and spell-casting strength.The thick golden armor is covered with looming runes. The Uru metal armor forged by high technology and magic is indestructible. The electronic muscle coils made of vibranium fit the body extremely well, and the soft mysterious alien material completely avoids the risk of battle. Friction damage from armor to the wearer.

Even more powerful is the magical effect created by the gems inlaid on the armor. The pinnacle skills of technology and magic are integrated into this armor.This is a power armor designed for war. It does not have the fancy streamlined structure and exquisite layered design of Stark's steel suit. The thick armor, astonishing tonnage and high-power drive motor are all for the purpose of winning over others. A design made for life.

A large number of invisible servants carried the chest armor and inserted the nerve probes on the armor into the pre-surgical interface.The mystic couldn't help but wince at the stinging pain that followed. This kind of neuropathic pain was unavoidable.His nerve electrical signals were captured by the probe and then converted into instructions for the servo system, directing the electronic muscle coils to contract and relax in sync with his muscles.After putting on the armor, Salomon looked even taller than before. The holy cloth robe that he had taken off before was also covered on the armor in front of the fixed shoulder armor, turning into a crimson armor robe and cape.The energy system was lit, and the air in the secret room immediately became stuffy due to the hot air discharged from the heat sink.But heat dissipation was a small problem. The spells fixed by the mystic in the energy pipes were triggered one by one, lowering the temperature again.He tested the operation of the electronic muscle coils on each limb one by one, checking for malfunctions in the joint's servos via the port cables linked to the armor.

Casilios walked around Salomon curiously.

"How much do you weigh now?"

"In terms of tonnage, Uru metal is not light, let alone a life support system. Do you see this interface? This thing can directly inject medicine into my body." As the armor's airtight process gradually Completed, all the interfaces connecting data lines and cables were closed one after another, leaving behind various wires wrapped in black rubber and several computers responsible for checking programs and debugging hardware.

"I don't even know when you came up with these things." Casilios looked at the messy computers on the table, his tone full of emotion, but Salomon failed to understand his thoughts immediately.After he reacted, he could only curl his lips to avoid saying anything pretentious. "Are you going to attend the banquet wearing this armor?" Cassilios asked. "In this case, Loki will not give you the opportunity to sneak out of the halls of the Golden Palace."

"I can cast illusions. Whether Loki can see through it or not, he will not stop me."

Salomon put the holy sword into the scabbard at his waist, carried the holy spear and shield behind his back, and locked them tightly with the magnetic buckle.In addition to this, Malbus is also provided with a special pistol that provides him with long-range shooting capabilities.He picked up the helmet with the palm wrapped in the gauntlet and walked out with heavy steps.Thanks to the help of the servo system, this armor did not even make him feel any hindrance. He was as light as wearing a thin piece of clothing, but the weight of the armor did not disappear.

"And I have other things to do at the party."

"and many more!"

"what happened?"

"I just want to tell you... watch the doorframe, my son." Cassilios threw the gray cloak to Salomon. "It's never wrong to use more disguise."

"You're right, Dad."

The skeleton under the throne took off his own head and placed it on someone else's neck. The little skeleton patted the top of his head, as if he still didn't understand what was happening.The manservant named Slow and the maid named Slow opened their mouths, as if they were still surprised by this trick that had been repeated for thousands of years.

"You should be surprised. This is the best circus in Helheim. It took me three swords to invite them! You two stupid slaves, you should..." The goddess of death laughed in the room full of dead bodies. The palace echoed, madness seeping into every crevice of the obsidian stone bricks.The male and female servants did not react at all. They just nodded mechanically and echoed the master's words with unbearable creaking noises from their necks - but even these reactions were controlled by the goddess of death herself. The servant had long since died and turned into a well-preserved mummy.Through the skylight of the hall, the gloomy light slowly passed through the thick clouds of the planet, and the steps staggered into the obsidian palace burning with miserable green flames, illuminating the traces left by the last battle.

She suddenly stopped scolding the slaves and carefully observed the swaying skeleton under the throne.

"Oh, is it you, my old friend!" Hela stood up from the Sword Thorn Throne. She turned around a few times dramatically, uttering an aria-like joy of meeting again after a long absence, "My dear Valkyrie, I didn't expect you to join the circus! Hey, I recognize this sword mark, let me guess... Brunhilde, is this your head? How could it be in the hands of that untouchable... You won't Are you in love with a pariah again? Have you forgotten that Odin was furious because of this incident? I wanted to support you, my friend who once fought alongside me..."

She stopped suddenly, feeling that everything around her was so boring.

"Yet I still killed you. It's such a pity, we could have been best friends." Bored, she sat back down on the high-backed throne made of countless black swords, the sharp blades cutting her body all the time.She rejoiced in the pain.Over thousands of years, as time passed, there were more and more swords on the throne, and the pain became more and more intense.

For her, increasingly intense pain is the best way to stay awake.

She couldn't help but miss the powerful warrior who suddenly appeared and then disappeared before the foggy winter.That was the most interesting thing she had experienced in the thousands of years since she was imprisoned in this world of death. The fierce battle made her uncontrollably recall the past years of conquest.Although she was completely unable to defeat the warrior because she was deprived of her power, the proud goddess of death believed that she could defeat that mortal through countless war experiences. The last failure was just a concession she made in order to experience pain.After the warrior disappeared, she fell into a period of expectation, expecting that the warrior would return to this world to fight her. She even prepared more weapons for this - she began to order those stupid skeletons to wave their swords and line up. The formation directs the endless corpses to roar past the canyons, plains and mountains of this death world.

However, it didn't take long for her to get tired of this war without opponents, and the silly skeleton tricks only made her more and more bored.

She began to curse under her breath before slumping down on the throne in frustration, enjoying the company and the long silence.

During the initial period of her imprisonment, she vented her rage and destroyed everything on the planet that could be destroyed.But now, she will only let the anger burn silently in her heart, waiting for the destined moment of escape. The anger that has been accumulated for a long time will burn the whole world.

She will rebuild her empire among the smoldering gray ruins.