A Bouquet for Rocky [Comprehensive British and American]

After Loki turned into light particles and disappeared into the room, Thor still couldn't react.

But there is still one thing that is certain, presumably he has already made plans to retreat during the conversation just now.

All the techniques of the magic studio have been completely suspended, which means that the magician's fortress that has been established since the beginning of the Holy Grail War has completely lost its function now.Sol blinked his eyes and looked at the big hole he smashed in the ceiling. He couldn't figure out why things had developed to this point.

He looked at the calm-looking magician with troubled eyes, feeling that he was so exhausted physically and mentally that he couldn't even express his temper - the appearance of the other party's slender arms and legs still wrapped in bandages really prevented him from venting his anger Come, Saul only felt extremely confused and incomprehensible.

But more importantly...

"Do you have a way to stop Ragnarok?"

Thor was shocked: "Then why didn't you say it in Stark's building?"

"The more you peek into the future, the more you want to avoid the established future according to conventional methods, the closer that future will be."

Eve spread her hands: "I don't want to tell the story of King Oedipus for the third time. All in all, if it is a difficult problem that cannot be solved by general methods, we must choose some other means."

"Like?"

Thor frowned: "Is it a way to tell Stark... Should I trust you? Are you sure you are not bewitched by Loki's spell?"

"I'm also a magician, sir, and ordinary mind-control magic doesn't work for me."

Eve sighed: "And it's an artificial human, maybe human beings can't use the normal way to save the world, but some ways are very suitable for me... because it happens that I'm not a complete human being, and there are more than 2000 years of inheritance , Magic older than your age."

It doesn't sound very reliable.Sol thought.

Moreover, this guy let go of his bad brother.

"You let Loki go for the same reason?"

"Almost, after all, I was able to catch him for you just now, but if I did, what will you do with it... um, place him?"

Eve asked.

"Temporarily contained in S.H.I.E.L.D."

Thor said righteously: "And after everything is over, I will take him back to Asgard."

"That's right, that is to say, unchanged. From now on, according to your plan, Mr. Caster's interference with the future is almost zero."

Eve concluded: "Am I right?"

"If it can be guarded..."

Saul muttered, "I think so."

"That's it, and it can't get any worse anyway."

Eve said: "My function as the Little Holy Grail has been destroyed, and the direction of the world has long been in jeopardy. Even if you leave him alone, the result will not get worse."

"...It seems to make sense."

Sol touched his chin: "But experience tells me that if Loki is left alone, nothing good will happen."

"Maybe, but at least he won't use the entire atrium... Well, maybe he doesn't care about the atrium, but in the world that Matthew and the others experienced, you are all dead, right? He can't be bothered by the death of his parents and brothers." Indifferent."

Sol thought for a while, then nodded in agreement: "He is always unwilling to put his mother in danger."

"Exactly, instead of letting this bad result go, it's better to find a way to see what else can turn around."

Eve said, "Since—even your three goddesses of fate believe that the end must be closely related to him."

Lokabrenna.

Loki's fire.

It was the name of a star, passed down from time immemorial she didn't know, and it might have been accompanied by an original prophecy, but the word must have meant something other than Sirius itself.

"Sol, take me to Fujimaru Tachika and the others."

Eve pondered for a moment, then said, "I have something I want to confirm."

In the low, damp basement, a flame lit the surrounding stone walls.Facing the thin silhouette, Loki grinned.

"That is the case, Mr. Elias."

The flames also lit up half of the God of Trickster's face, and his expression seemed to be flickering in the midst of the smoldering flames.

"Your choice is also aimed at the end of the world. On this point, our purpose is the same-about killing Kadafels."

Loki faced the shadow of the thorns, without hesitation in his determination to turn his back on his second partner.

"It doesn't really mean much to me whether I kill him or not."

The thorny magician pondered for a moment: "I'm just worried about my disciple, after all, she is now carrying the curse of Cadafels."

"Of course, we each have our own goals."

Loki is very talkative at this point: "I'll tell you his location, crack his defensive spells, track his traces, and what you want to do next is all up to you."

Belldandi weaves the present, and Skoti looks to the future.Thousands of futures are intertwined into a complex and invisible net, binding every life cursed by fate, even gods are no exception.

—You will send down the fire that brings the gods to their end.

—Your birthright is to die.

——Wherever you go, there is pain, struggle and death, you are thorns and darkness, you are a shadow shrouded in light, you are the god of tricks.

After reaching a consensus, Elias disappeared into the ground without a sound. Loki let out a long sigh of relief, leaned his back against the wall, and slowly slid down.

It's not over yet, at least he still has a bet here.The cheap artificial life bets on alienating itself into a long-lived monster, and it also wants to end this established destiny.

Moreover, Frigga...he couldn't let Asgard face the same crisis in the end.

There must be something more to do.

The Avengers Building, a temporary research room.

El-Melloi II stretched out his hand, and the holy relic of King Iskandar the Conqueror was placed in the center of the summoning array. As expected, the four dead servants had already reached this area. The limit of the land, no matter how he prayed to the Heroic Seat, he could not successfully complete the summoning of the Heroic Spirit.

The long-haired monarch took a puff of a cigar in his mouth. Everyone knew that this was his way of replenishing his magic power, and they all ignored the no-smoking sign in the room.

Tony Stark has been staying in his laboratory without sleep and food since he knew the story of the flame giant Surtur. Now when he appeared in front of everyone, there were obvious black spots under his eye sockets.

"Sir, you haven't slept for 26 hours."

The smart housekeeper reminded.

"I'm looking for that little Japanese girl, Fujimaru or something."

Stark ignored these warnings: "Damn it, her information...sealed into the sun can't kill Surtur? The core temperature exceeds [-] degrees? Where is there any metal suitable for combat at this temperature? You can still maintain your strength."

"Magic can adjust the temperature to a certain extent, but magic needs magic power to provide this kind of protection. My power can't take care of everyone..."

Fujimaru Tachika showed a somewhat guilty look: "Even with the power of Mr. Strange and Miss Eve, it's the same even if Surtur leaves New York to fight in no man's land. The magic dress cannot cover all Combatants...if only Da Vinci was here."

Her understanding of magic is really not deep enough.

"Don't blame yourself so dear, the information you provided is valuable enough, at least let us know what the enemy is probably."

Stark rubbed his eyes, suppressing the throbbing pain in his temples: "At least the old popsicle's shield won't be completely burnt to gas. Vibration gold is really amazing."

"You might try that thing that makes light bulb filament."

Clint slammed the personnel removal plan on the table: "We have a big problem here, and we don't know when the battle will break out. A thing as big as a mountain and as hot as the sun suddenly appeared on the earth and let us How to evacuate the crowd..."

Stark glanced at him: "Don't talk if you don't understand. Tungsten will not be burned, but if you wear it in such a battle suit, you will still be baked dry. Metal is not non-conductive."

Clint immediately made a movement of zipping his mouth, and now Tony Stark is almost a firecracker that explodes at one point, there is really no need to make himself unhappy.

"Let me see how to combine it with the magic dress you are talking about...Fujimaru, can I borrow your magic dress? Even if you can only let the magician put into battle, you have to try as much as possible."

"……that."

Behind everyone, Mujik, who had been ignored all the time, suddenly raised his hand: "You don't have a magic circuit and lack the foundation of alchemy, so it's hard to feel the flow of magic power... At this time, it's better to do what you are good at, You just make your own battle suits normally first, and I will give them magical protection and make them into ceremony clothes...?"

Sensing everyone's gaze, Mujik took a step back and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Why are you looking at me like that!"

He explained in a tone that was more shy than a sentence: "Anyway, if you don't do something, the world will be destroyed. If this is the case, don't you have to do your best! And no matter how you say it, I can be regarded as an alchemist." Master, even if not as good as Einzbern, he still has a little understanding of magic dress..."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then their expressions eased.Steve Rogers was the first to reach out his hand and pose for a handshake: "Then I'll leave it to you."

El-Melloi II pushed his glasses: "I think I can help with the theoretical part, but the actual practice depends on others... I need to contact the clock tower."

"Can someone help?"

Steve asked: "Didn't it mean that the various departments of the Clock Tower have their own work, and they are not responsible for such matters at all..."

"It's useless if an ordinary magician comes."

Weber shook his head: "I didn't plan to call them either. I just want to contact the current monarch of Bathmelo. If it is to deal with such an enemy of the extraordinary heroic spirit level, there is no way for friends without the servant level. Is there any way for me to summon a follower."

He looked straight at Strange, holding a small piece of rag in his hand: "Please take me back to the clock tower."

When Thor and Eve returned to the Avengers Building, they saw such a scene.

"What do you really think Loki will do?"

He whispered in Eve's ear.

"I don't know, but I know you've also withheld some information."

Eve also lowered her voice following Sol's appearance, and looked at the space package where the other party never left her body: "Otherwise, with your character, you would not let Loki leave like this... What did Frigga tell you? "

Saul turned back in shock: "When I first saw you, you were not what you are now."

This guy's sensitivity was far beyond expectations, but when she first met her in the meeting room, she was just a humanoid with one mind and one heart full of the Holy Grail War.

The speed of this progress was astonishingly fast, and he was heading in the direction of his younger brother.

"Compressing a hundred years of human life to three to one quarter is something special."

The magician shrugged needlessly: "Since you still have a backup, I don't worry. In addition to my master's measures, including Mr. Caster, we now have triple insurance, and someone must be able to take effect."

Sol thinks this is not OK: "The thing I brought is..."

"Don't tell me."

Eve stretched out an index finger and shook it: "I trust Asgard's judgment, but don't tell me. Just like I won't tell you about my part of the plan, we can't interfere with each other...until Until the last moment, don't look too much into these means, which is one of the means of avoiding the established future."

Sol tried his best to recall the expressions of his parents when they handed over this pocket of space to him, and suppressed the questioning words.

"—a large part of the future does depend on Loki."

Frigg's expression was gentle: "But don't judge its direction too eagerly."

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, Thor took a deep breath and calmed down again.

Like Loki, he was a child raised by witches.Even if he can't say a single spell, even if those dazzling spells are learned by his brother in the end...

Sol considered his tone and spoke again:

"So, what should I tell you?"