[Zhongyingmei] The superheroes I bought in those years

The world tree (Yuktra Hill) spreads to the sky, and there are nine kingdoms derived from this tree.

There are three thick roots under Uktra Hill, one goes deep into Asgard, the other goes deep into Jotunheim, and the remaining one goes deep but has no sense of existence... Nifu Elheim.

Legend has it that there is a spring in Niflheim, and a poisonous dragon that keeps gnawing on the roots of the tree. When it finally bites off the tree, it is "Ragnarok".

"Ragnarok."

"...that's why Hela bewitched those stupid ambitious people to kill my mother."

After driving the spaceship provided by the collector to jump for two days and nights, Patricia and Steve arrived at the border area of ​​Niflheim - the Kinlunga Chasm.

The girl's long black hair fluttered like a sail in the wind and snow, only her scarlet eyes contained hatred that could not fade even after many years.

... But that hatred is false and cannot be realized.

Because the Nibelungen have long been wiped out in the universe.

And the other pusher—the Goddess of Death, Hela—was also under suppression when she was bewitching people, and now.

She couldn't get out of Helm, and Patricia couldn't get in.

……

The blond man was covered with a sackcloth blanket, and sat beside her quietly. Under his feet was the deep, silent stream of the Jinlunga Gap, where he couldn't see the black and blue bottom and the opposite bank.

Steve didn't comment, frost and snow leaving a pale layer on his golden eyelashes and hair.

The view of Niflheim is one of grandeur, though unpopulated and lifeless, that captures the mind of any visitor.

After all, even if it is the simplest mist, when it permeates thousands of miles, it is enough to become a magnificent scene in the God Realm.

But Steve wasn't taken away, not distracted by the grandeur of this vastly different Earth.

The eyes he looked at Patricia were focused and not perfunctory, and he was completely a qualified listener.

And at this moment, what Patricia Udonta needs most is a listener.

……

"She was suppressed by Odin, but she has been trying to get rid of this suppression for thousands of years."

Patricia continued.

"At the beginning, the separation of soul power to lure the Nibelungen people into the bait, and the promise of various benefits, was just a shortcut for Hela to lead to Ragnarok."

Having said that, Patricia showed a very ironic smile.

The group of ambitious people just relied on the inheritance of Volva, and they could control the entire Niflheim by controlling the newborn and ignorant Volva.

They are just relying on the fact that the World Tree has three root systems - if one of them is destroyed, it will arouse the vigilance of the other two countries.

To be more precise, they depended on Asgard not allowing Hela to wreak havoc.

Why didn't they use their brains to think about it, since Hela wanted to make a move, she must have a hole card that could fight against Odin.

...For example, the decline of the god king.

The girl's expression gradually cooled down, and the silver-blue oil paint on her cheeks seemed to have been frozen into a gray-blue color by the excessive cold, and the pearl light was also dimmed.

"—When Odin dies, she will be free."

……

They sat on the cliff for a long time.

Niflheim is undoubtedly cold, colder than the North Pole of the earth, but the sackcloth blanket Patricia handed to Steve before disembarking from the spaceship seemed to be a protective cover, isolating him from the icy air.

And Patricia herself, sitting in the ice and snow without any protection, her delicate face was like a sculpture made of snow, so white that it blended into the earth.

They had been on the ship for two days and nights - judging by the time on the display.

Here, the only way to tell if another day has passed is by the brightness of the horizon at the southernmost point of Niflheim, at the end of the Kinrungar Chasm.

As I said before, the northern region of the Kinlunga border is the country of fog, which is Patricia's country.

On the south side of the chasm is Muspelheim, one of the nine kingdoms, the "Land of Fire", which is full of fire and heat, and where fire giants live.

The two countries are completely opposite extremes, and they are too far apart. The only intersection they usually have is:

There are no stars, day and night in Niflheim (because the eternal night of Heim's underworld blocks the sun), so day and night can only be judged by the kingdom of fire.

Now, it is the rising day of the Land of Fire, and it is also the day of Niflheim.

"No wonder your complexion looks like it hasn't been exposed to the sun for years."

After listening to Patricia's explanation, Steve suddenly realized.

Patricia suddenly: "..."

"No, I just lived here when I was very young, and I often ran around the universe after that."

"Didn't you notice that my appearance is different from what I was on Earth before?"

Terrible aesthetics of earthlings, she thought she would be face-blind when she arrived on earth, but she didn't expect earthlings to be even more blind.

Steve was taken aback, and looked at her carefully, only to find that the girl's skin was several degrees whiter than before - but she was already very white, and he thought it was because of the light now.

In addition, her hair has grown a lot, and it is faintly dyed a bit of frost blue.

...Is it frost blue?Or silver blue?Gray blue?

Steve, Little Painter, Color Compulsive Disorder, Rogers thought uncertainly.

……

"This is the awakening of the power I inherited from the ethnic group."

Patricia supported her hands, got up from the edge of the cliff, moved her hands and feet, and crackled like bones growing all over her body.

"Just like the hammer-wielding Thor, when he goes to the atrium, the power he can exert is definitely not as good as in Asgard. Similarly, if Hela breaks free from the seal and returns to Asgard, her power will be unlimited. grow……"

Speaking of which, her expression was a little gloomy.

"Her, I mean the death... er, goddess?" Steve followed her to the spaceship and asked suddenly, "How strong is she?"

Patricia: "Hela is Odin's first descendant. Thor and his second...third princess brother combined can't beat her. How strong do you think?"

"If Hela is released, the first thing I'm afraid is to kill Asgard and seize the throne."

"As for all of this, those two probably don't know about it. They really thought that only the two brothers were fighting."

But they didn't know that there was a "right and proper name" pressing on it.

Steve was immediately worried: "Thor's situation is very dangerous."

According to Patricia, the power of God King Odin has been weakening since a long time ago.

Although I didn't get along with the Norse mythological Thor for a long time, everyone in the Avengers recognized his bearing and strength. Although Thor often threw wine glasses inappropriately, they still regarded him as a heart-to-heart friend.

Just like Thor often laughed and shouted "My friend!" to them.

However, after finishing speaking, Steve came back to his senses. Thor actually had another identity as "the younger brother who killed Patricia's mother behind the scenes", and suddenly he didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, Patricia is very straightforward: "I don't blame the thunder in the sky for the death in the ground."

Hela is Hela, and Thor is Thor.

In the final analysis, those who have ambition are the original sin.

She has hatred, but she doesn't get carried away.

……

The ship would dock beside the Kimrunga Chasm, purely to breathe the interior.

The collector looks like a dog, and sometimes has more evil tastes than Gao Tianzun.

There was a lot of canned herring mixed with a lot of normal cans, it was not obvious from the packaging, and it was a matter of luck to get which one.

After two days, the spaceship was comparable to a biological weapon.

As the first pioneer who bit open the cans, Fofo was forced to bear the unbearable weight of his life and was responsible for destroying the cans that opened "surprises". He is now a useless fox.

Yaka Arrow is the happiest in the entire spaceship :)

——Except for being a screwdriver.

—It can't smell it anyway.

On the way to the center of Niflheim, Patricia drove very slowly and very low.

It's not because of the timidity of being close to the hometown or something like that—since she decided to come, she won't change her attitude—it's just that the wind and snow here are not suitable for the spaceship to fly.

The closer to the center, the milder the storm, but in the later stage, it turned into a kind of terrifying dead silence.

They overlooked the capital in mid-air. The architectural complex of Niflheim is similar to the architectural style of ancient Greece, but it is different from the beige and light gray commonly used in Greek architecture. They are made of blue-black cold stone blocks, which look deep. And cold.

The capital in the shape of "Hui" gradually rises from the outside to the center, like a group of guards surrounding the most central throne. There are some armor and long swords scattered on the streets, which are not rusted because of the extremely cold climate.

The frozen soil under my feet was like a hard lump of iron. When I stepped on it, there was a dull clicking sound. Occasionally, when I stepped on a piece of snow lump, I could see the dark blood under it.

Even the silver-blue flags embroidered with cuneiform characters are stiff, and everything retains the appearance after the war.

There is no one around, like a dead city lost in time.

……

Patricia took great strides, as if to leave everything behind.

Steve trotted to keep up with her, while the Tibetan fox Fofo strolled leisurely, but for some reason he was not left behind by the two of them.

Pushing open the city gates, there was a deep "squeak" at the end, and behind the gate was the place where she lived when she was a child.

There is a high-back seat that was once sprinkled with her mother's blood, and there is also a secret passage leading to thousands of bones buried underground.

Ice-sculpted ponies and small bone flutes are scattered around the throne, as they were more than ten years ago, as if waiting for a child to reach out and grasp it.

... The child came back, but he was no longer a child.

The space gem in his pocket has been restless since he set foot on the ice field, but when he got here, he was short of spinning and jumping to show his presence in a disco.

Patricia stopped on the long stairs, looked up at the blood-stained seat, and opened the bag of the combat uniform until the contents of the pocket were rampant.

The Space Gem rushed towards the throne unceremoniously.

Steve's eyesight is very good, he has long noticed the groove in the center of the top of the chair back, like a gemstone inlay... It just doesn't seem to fit the space gem, and it can barely fit it.

"Is it originally..." He frowned, guessing.

Patricia shook her head: "When I was a child, when my mother was still there, it was empty there. But it doesn't rule out..."

Before the words were finished, the unglamorous throne was brightly lit with blue light.

The mist-like flocculent energy leaned over very cunningly, enveloping them again.

Inevitably separated by teleportation, Patricia subconsciously grabbed Fofo with one hand and grabbed Steve with the other.

It just so happened that the other party was also reaching out, the two hands staggered in mid-air, and quickly retracted them, grabbing the other's hand firmly before the power of the space gem swallowed them.

A cold wind blew through the open door.

The hall was empty again.