[Comprehensive British and American] After the mage traveled through the super British world

"My father wants to see you."

Sol was exposed to the rain, revealing a hairy head from inside the temple. The clotting blood clots on the blond hair were wet by the rain, and flowed down the hair tip, dripping on the armor on his chest.

Cyril: "He's awake already?"

Sol turned his head to look at the empty temple behind him, wiped the rainwater mixed with blood on his face, "Just woke up. He said he wanted to talk to you, and thank you for your help to Asgard by the way."

Cyril was a little puzzled: "But I still need to be responsible for the aftermath of 'Bright' and the statistics of battle damage..."

Thor shrugged his shoulders, but instead turned his attention to Clark.

Clark lowered his head and smiled reassuringly at Cyril, and said, "Don't worry, I will help you to do these things well."

Cyril: "Okay, it just so happens that I also have a lot of questions I want to ask Odin."

"I'm with you." Thor put his somewhat rough palm on Cyril's shoulder, and led him forward, passing through the golden steps.As he walked, the prince of Asgard who was covered in gunpowder suddenly laughed twice, and patted Cyril on the shoulder heavily, "Thank you this time, brother."

Cyril: "I think it's better for the two of us not to call each other brothers."

Thor snorted, and didn't seem to mind at all: "Forget that you elves don't have brothers and sisters anymore."

Xi Ruier said sadly: "Don't feel sorry for me. Facts have proved that it is not a good thing to have a few uneasy brothers and sisters like your family."

Thor: "..."

An Asgardian and an elf mage walked through the hall all the way, their faint shadows reflected on the smooth golden ground, slightly distorted.

The god king who woke up from Odin's sleep has white beard and hair, sitting high on the throne, wearing an eagle helmet and golden armor. The holy gun of Gungnir, which was temporarily used by Superman, has returned to its original owner. , quietly standing beside the handle of the throne, like a loyal guard.

Seeing his eldest son and elves passing by below and staying at the end of the long steps under the throne, Odin suddenly stood up and said to Cyril, "Please come forward, my guest."

Sol patted the elf's shoulder vigorously again, and said proudly: "You have been recognized by the Asgard Protoss from top to bottom."

Cyril walked forward and climbed up the steps.Sol followed behind him, still holding the hammer in his hand.

Contrary to Cyril's expectations, Odin's figure was not particularly tall, with snow-white hair on his temples, and he was blind in one eye.It's not the same as the leader who is rich in martial arts and famous in Valkyrie's mouth. Even looking at the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, Cyril can feel deep fatigue from it.

"The Ring of the Nibelung is still in your hand."

Odin said.

Cyril stretched out his hand, his five fingers spread out, and a gleaming silver ring lay safely in his palm, which was taken off by Clark and thrown to him at that time.He passed his hand forward, indicating that Odin could take it at any time.

"It's here. Heimdall said that in mythology, the person who wears this ring will become the new master of the world."

Regarding this ring, Odin just glanced lightly, and then said: "You can hold it. There is no one in this world who is more suitable for this ring than you."

Cyril: "Why?"

Odin didn't answer his question directly, but pointed to his eyes covered by blindfolds, and said, "Do you know how my eyes are blind?"

Sol, who was listening carefully, raised his hand: "I know, he was stabbed blind by the frost giant Laufey!"

Odin: "Where did you hear the rumor?"

Thor: "..."

Just when Thor closed his mouth resentfully, two black crows flew in from outside the temple, circled high in the golden temple a few times, and their cries were rough and ominous.

Under Cyril's curious gaze, the two crows landed on Odin's shoulders, one left and one right. After chirping for a while, they retracted their wings, closed their eyes and began to rest.

According to the legend, these two crows are called Fujin and Wuni. They flap their wings and can fly anywhere in the Nine Realms, and then report what they see to Odin, the king of the gods.

"The subjects of Asgard have been properly settled on Earth." Sure enough, Odin touched the heads of the two crows and expressed his gratitude to Cyril. "They are now returning to Asgard."

Cyril said a few words politely.

But Odin suddenly pointed to his blind eye, and continued the interrupted topic just now: "Many people, including those Asgardian warriors who fought with me, don't know—my eye It was not damaged in the battle, but was voluntarily sacrificed. I once hanged upside down on the World Tree for seven days and seven nights, used myself as a sacrifice, and sacrificed one eye, only to spy on a part of the World Tree wisdom."

A complex expression appeared on the face of the aging God King, he paused for a moment, and then continued: "After that, I started to build the Hall of Valor to prepare for Ragnarok."

Hillary was taken aback.

"You...have expected this long ago?"

Odin closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"The floor of the Hall of Valor that Loki opened today, the floor where the Valkyrie is sleeping, is just the top floor of Valhalla. In the darker depths, there are still more frozen souls sleeping, there is Aspen Gardian warriors, former Vikings, and countless other races conquered by Asgard..."

Cyril obviously realized something, he frowned slightly, and his voice was a little rough: "In the Nordic mythology circulating on the earth, the Valkyrie would ride a horse and bring the dead human warriors to the Hall of Valor for training, so as to To deal with the dusk of the gods. In order to collect more heroic souls, God King Odin will even pretend to be a human to start a war... Is this true?"

Sol stared blankly at his father, the corners of his eyes were a little red.

Odin opened his eyes and turned to look at Cyril.There are many emotions mixed on that wrinkled face, which is cold, hard and resolute, but also gentle and tired, which makes people stunned.

"It's understandable that the myth of the people in the courtyard is written like this." The crows on the shoulders of the god king seemed to have been frightened by something, and suddenly flew into the air, circling towards the outside of the palace, leaving behind a few black crow feathers Embarrassed, "Of course I won't pretend to be a human being, but the war is indeed to fill the Hall of Valor."

"Father..." Thor opened his mouth, hesitant to speak.

Odin raised his hand to signal Sol to keep quiet, and he continued to say to Cyril: "I peeked into the future from the world tree, and the three goddesses of fate then spun the thread of fate, and Ragnarok is destined to come. I had to prepare for that."

Cyril: "Does the future you see... include your eldest daughter?"

Odin was slightly taken aback, then shook his head, with a bitter smile: "I didn't expect her to be so fanatical about war... But in the end, I owe her a lot. The foreign war I launched lasted a long time, and Asgard's Production and the economy were on the verge of collapse. At the worst time, every family, every household, regardless of gender, regardless of talent, as long as they were adults, were dragged into the battlefield to fight for their lives... I realized that if this continues, before everyone When God's twilight comes, Asgard will be destroyed by military action. So I stopped."

Hearing this, Cyril really didn't know what to say, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at Sol.

Sol obviously knew the past for the first time, and seemed a little at a loss.

Norse mythology is full of tragedy and fate. The twilight of the gods is destined to come, and the sense of urgency of the end hangs over their heads anytime and anywhere.

Compared with the Greek gods who played, fell in love, killed with jealousy, and took revenge on the coast of the ancient Mediterranean, the life of the Nordic gods was full of killing and war. Even their most loyal believers on earth were Viking pirates. .

That may be the price to pay for peeking into the future.

"The reason why I say that the Nibelungen Ring is the most suitable for you is because it not only contains enormous power, but also the key to open the Hall of Valor and awaken and drive all the heroic spirits."

Cyril suddenly felt that the Nibelungen Ring in his hand was extremely hot: "You... just trust me like that?"

"That woman... the Supreme Mage of the Atrium, she believes in you," Odin said flatly, "and she has the Time Stone in her hand, and she is the only one who can see all the possibilities of the future, so I believe in you too."

Thinking about it this way, if Odin knew that he would be attacked by the undead a long time ago, so he made preparations in advance, everything would make sense.

All the souls are preserved in the Hall of Valor. If there is no temporary resurrection point brought by Cyril to resurrect them, once opened, those powerful soul bodies will become the biggest blood bag of the undead.

"Starting from today," Odin finally looked away from Cyril and looked at his son, "The humans in the courtyard and the gods in Asgard will form an alliance, and you are solely responsible for this matter."

Thor's voice was a little low: "Of order, father."

After the conversation was over, Frigga, who had been waiting outside the hall, came in, and Cyril and Sol left together.

By the time they reached the gate of the palace, the people below had almost dispersed.Standing on the high steps, the rain curtain falls from the roof, isolating the people in the house from the outside.

When they came here, Cyril and Saul stopped at the same time.

Asgard, which had been destroyed by the war, was devastated. Not far away, the once clear river was cut off by shells, and the river water was piled up in low-lying places, turbid, and there were still broken limbs and arms floating in it.

Most of the woods that Loki liked were withered after the crossing of the dead.Looking further away, some mountains on the edge of the forest had their heads chopped off by someone, and their slender and lonely bodies became short and fat, standing speechlessly.

"I forgot to tell you," Sol said in the silence, "you can put that resurrection point away."

Cyril: "There are no souls that can be resurrected?"

Sol nodded: "All those who can be resurrected have already been resurrected, and more detailed casualty statistics will take some time to come out. It is conservatively estimated that the number of missing and dead people in Asgard this time is about [-]. In short, this time it is really I really want to thank you, without you... I don’t know how many people would have died.”

On the premise of having a resurrection point, those who died and disappeared meant that they had been transformed into undead.

Cyril looked at Sol, who had calmed down a lot, and felt sad for some reason. When he was blown by the wind with water vapor, he suddenly said, "Actually, you have a very great father."

Thor took a step forward, walked into the rain, closed his eyes and opened his arms, took a few deep breaths, as if embracing the whole of Asgard with his scarred arms.

"Since I was young, the man I admire most is my father. He is strong, perfect, ruthless to the enemy but kind to the subjects. Sometimes I don't understand it, but I always feel subconsciously that as long as he is there, Asgard Virtue will always be safe."

"When he exiled me to the earth, I was very unconvinced. But after I got used to the life on the earth and regained my divine power, I have been living with my teammates on the earth, and from time to time I caught the escaped Loki or something..."

"It's ridiculous. I've heard of Ragnarok, but I never took this prophecy to heart, and I didn't make any effort to it. I thought it was just an old story. Maybe Loki was right. So I am not qualified to inherit the throne of Asgard, and compared to my father, I am not a competent king."

The muscular man babbled in the rain, while Cyril listened quietly behind him.

Compared to the Thor who wielded a hammer and rampaged, Cyril felt that Thor was now more like a real warrior.

The author has something to say: These are my magic changes about the myth, hahaha, don't take it seriously.But when I watched the movie, I always felt that the logic of what happened between Odin and Hela was a bit strange, so I patched them a lot orz