Mixed in Marvel's stand-in messenger

Joyce is extremely fast.

It disappeared into the sky almost in the blink of an eye.

His first target was the plains of Gniba.

Because I feel that the three-headed hell dog Garm should be the weakest compared to the black dragon Nidhogg and the Kraken.

And according to the map Badr gave him, this plain is very large, covering an area of ​​twenty hectares.

The distribution and types of undead there are extremely large, and there are not as many as here in the other two places combined.

Moreover, there is a strange creature living on the Geniba Plain, which is also unique to this place.

It was a humanoid lizard with sharp fangs.

They are blue-grey in color and have no hair on their bodies.

The claws look ordinary but are surprisingly sharp.

With one swipe of the claw, a large stone can be torn into pieces.

The sharp teeth are also highly venomous. Once bitten, it will immediately turn into a puddle of pus.

Lizardmen are very powerful and they are also a team-oriented ethnic group.

On the Geniba Plain, under normal circumstances there would be no powerful evil beasts that would dare to challenge them.

But today, another force suddenly appeared on the Geniba Plain.

He was a man with a strong body and a handsome appearance.

The moment they entered the plain, they attracted the lizard man's attention.

Joyce looked at the sky with bared teeth.

But the undead and lizardmen here suddenly seemed to be restrained by some kind of power.

Just a moment ago they were attacking each other or preparing to pounce on Joyce.

Now they are all lying on the ground, with a look of struggle on their ugly faces.

How is this going?

In mid-air, Joyce felt a little confused.

Could it be because he went crazy during this period?

Is that why these things have become so well-behaved?

Joyce couldn't help but shook his head when he thought of this.

impossible.

No matter how cowardly the creatures of Niflheim are, they will not surrender to a human easily.

There must be some other unknown reason.

Not understanding the situation for the time being, Joyce decided to move on.

There was a trace of electric light flashing on the body.

You can even clearly see the fear in the eyes of those lizard men.

They wanted to escape, but found that their bodies seemed to be tightly controlled by some magical force, making them unable to move.

I can only kneel down here again.

At this time, Joyce, who was flying, found a man standing on the hills not far away.

This man looked extremely thin and his face looked very old, making people feel that he would fall if a gust of wind blew.

But the energy fluctuations emanating from his body are amazing.

The only remaining pupil, which was as black as ink, flashed with blue flames.

He was staring at Joyce with an indifferent smile on his lips.

Who is this?

people?god?Or a demon?

Joyce's mind kept thinking.

He did not approach the old man rashly, because the coercion emanating from him made Joyce a little afraid.

About 20 meters away, Joyce landed on the ground.

"May I ask your honorable name?"

Joyce asked cautiously, his attitude seemed very good.

He was still observing this person carefully, hoping to see some clues from his one eye or other places.

"Ha ha…"

The one-eyed old man grinned, his wrinkled skin squeezed together like old tree bark.

"I'm just an ordinary tombkeeper. This is not a place where a stranger like you can come in."

He finally spoke, his tone sounding calm and his voice very vicissitudes of life.

It seems to have gone through thousands of years or even longer, which sounds very uncomfortable.

It's like the sound made by an old cow.

Joyce frowned and did not speak again.

The one-eyed old man's gaze was still the same as before, without any emotion.

"Who...are you? Why did you come to Geniba Plain?"

"Oh, my name is Enrique Pucci, and I'm a priest."

Joyce picked up a random name.

Then he seemed to find something, and his eyes fell on the one-eyed old man's chest.

On his chest is a blood-red gem.

The blood-red gem shone with bursts of faint light, seemingly obscured by a layer of black air outside.

Moreover, he discovered that there were wisps of blood-red mist lingering above the black air.

Joyce's pupils shrank suddenly.

This gemstone contains great life energy!

"Oh...Father..."

"Young man...you'd better get out of here."

The one-eyed old man withdrew his wandering thoughts and spoke.

"why?"

There was a bit of doubt in Joyce's tone.

Although this little old man feels very mysterious and unpredictable, he will not be obedient.

"This is the underworld, and every plant and tree here should belong to the dead."

"You, a Midgardian, shouldn't be here. You'd better leave as soon as possible."

The tone was very flat.

"Why don't you tell me the reason? Could it be that you are the caretaker of Niflheim, Garm?"

Joyce's tone also became serious, and at the same time there was a hint of certainty in his tone.

Stationed in the plains of Gniba.

It can also suppress all undead and creatures on the plain.

Calls himself the gravekeeper.

Besides Garm, the three-headed hellhound, Joyce couldn't think of anyone else?

"Oh? You actually know who I am?"

There was a glint in Garm's single eye, and his tone was a bit playful, but also revealed a bit of danger.

Joyce narrowed his eyes slightly. Did he admit his identity?

But his current appearance is somewhat different from Balder's description.

The one eye and the bloody red stone on the chest are two obvious features that do not exist in the description.

"I saw everything you did in Niflheim. Behind Baldr's back, Odin asked you to do this, right?"

"So what kind of deal do you have?"

Garm's voice was still very calm, and he slowly expressed his guess.

Upon hearing these words, Joyce's pupils suddenly shrank, and two groups of icy cold light burst out.

Have you always been under surveillance?

Perhaps as the gatekeeper of the underworld, he can observe every move in the underworld.

Therefore, it can be explained why all the creatures in the plains were suppressed.

Thinking of this, Joyce adjusted his mentality.

"It seems that you are quite well informed. Yes, I do have a deal with Odin."

Garm slowly walked towards Joyce, and the energy fluctuations on his body became more and more terrifying.

Joyce felt the terrifying aura on the other person's body and couldn't help but shuddered slightly. This person's strength far exceeded his expectations.

"Since you have a deal with Odin, why can't you make a deal with me?"