He activated the ice magic box without hesitation, and at this moment, Heimdall's frost baptism was enough to easily freeze Odin in front of him!

However...it didn't work.

The body controlled by Odin belongs to the Frost Giant, and even the royal family of the Frost Giant. Although the power of the ice magic box is enough to destroy the frost giant, it is obvious that Loki has not mastered the correct use of this racial treasure.

He only knows that using such a treasure of civilization as a cold spear is like using a computer as a hammer to smash people and change language.

Under the washing and baptism of the ice magic box, Odin approached against the cold current, and Loki, who was still full of confidence just now, suddenly changed his expression sharply.

He wants to anchor the space and use the astral transfer spell to take the ice magic box and run away, but the dragon Odin doesn't even look at it, raising his hand is a sword.

The attack that locked the cause and the effect reached the condition of being the last to come first. Loki flew out with the wound and blood from the left chest to the right chest, and his life and death were unknown.

After doing all this, the dragon Odin didn't even look at Loki in the pool of blood, and the moment he picked up the ice magic box, a portal opened behind him.

It was the coldest, most violent depth of the snow leading to Jotunheim.

Holding the ice magic box, he walked step by step into the deepest part of the snowy night, crossed the endless dark icy cliff, and walked through the endless dark ice abyss.

Finally, he came to a prison.

It was a huge frost giant with only half of its body left, and it was ancient. His fingers were as huge as an iceberg, his closed eyes were like the sun and the moon, and the endless and deep ocean couldn't even drown his body.

The gigantic giant is dead, and there is no doubt that it can be seen from its cracked body, from the cracked head, the torn half of the body and the ice-blue flesh, his death seems to be just a matter of death. In an instant, traces of the past were also left on the remaining corpse.

It stands quietly in the deepest and coldest dark ocean in the Nine Realms, as if it were a forgotten passer-by in that long time and space, and the scars and ancient weapons that were inserted into his frosty body also announced that in the What a tragic war that has happened here.

"Ymir..."

Standing proudly in front of this world-like giant, he said softly

"The oldest **** in the Nine Realms, and the first life..."

In the creation myth of the frost giants, their ancestor Ymir is the root of all things, the **** of creation who gave birth to the nine worlds with flesh and blood, and is the foundation and source of the nine worlds.

Of course... this is obviously the result of self-improvement with the racial tendencies of the frost giants.

But Ymir is indeed the oldest life in the Nine Realms. No one knows where this ancient **** was born, and no one knows why he appeared in the newly born Nine Realms, but he was indeed the first to appear in Youmir. The ancient **** before Ctrahir.

In short, when he arrived, the Nine Realms were still desolate, and only the world tree Yuktrahir, which connects and surrounds the nine worlds, was quietly working.

Ymir arrived here with Jotunheim, and he created the first group of lifeforms in the Nine Realms, a frost giant imitating it.

But... no one knows what happened next.

Ymir died in the deepest ice abyss in Jotunheim. This powerful ancient **** died tragically, and until his death, he was always trembling, as if he was at war with some terrifying existence.

The Frost Giants blocked this place, because even they were afraid of their ancestors, and they greedily pursued the power of the ancestors, and used Ymir's corpse as an 'energy source' to refine the blood of the Frost Giants.

The only one who knows this ancient truth is the fire demon Surtur, but unfortunately, it has also turned into the dust of the universe along with Muspelheim.

But to arrogance, to anyone who joins the game, the ancient truths of the past are irrelevant.

What matters is now, and always just now.

Although Ymir is dead, his corpse possesses infinite divine power. The ancient ancestors of the frost giants hid this secret and forged the Frozen Box from Ymir's flesh and blood.

They greedily used the flesh and blood of their ancestors and creators to strengthen themselves - this is nothing in itself, the only problem is that these stupid frost giants have not grasped the root of things.

Ymir is indeed dead, but his body is closely linked to the World Tree in a special form.

It seems to have become Cordyceps sinensis, a kind of 'parasitic body' under the roots of Uktrahir that traverses the Nine Realms, and the World Tree draws the power of this ancient god.

The World Tree may be extracting the power of Ymir, but this also creates a link between the Frost Giant's Ancestral God and the World Tree.

The World Tree can affect it, and it... can affect the World Tree.

In other words, this is actually part of the Ragnarok prophecy.

The winter of Fenbull started by Ymir will permeate the nine worlds. The never-ending ice, snow and cold will announce that the battle to shuffle the whole world is coming. The oldest **** also brings the first sound of the death knell to this world. .

Prophecies will always be fulfilled, the only difference being that they are always fulfilled in various forms.

And now, all Arrogance has to do is to let this prophecy be fulfilled...

Dragon Odin walked into the deep ice abyss with the ice magic box in his hand. Everything under his feet was frozen. The closer he got to Ymir's body, the more brilliant the ice magic box burst out!

The closer you get, the lower the temperature will be, as if the frost that forms eternal freezing connects each other.

After approaching 100 meters, he could no longer get close. Everything ahead was frozen, and the stagnant time made it impossible for any existence to come close.

He let go of his hand, and the Ice Magic Box also seemed to be summoned by something, and slowly flew to Ymir's corpse, and then... merged into one.

Accompanied by a faint blue light, the huge ancient **** corpse was slowly melting! It dissolves into water, and dissolves into a purer stream of energy!

And this huge energy, enough to easily freeze the entire galaxy in an instant, flows upstream along the veins of the World Tree.

Arrogance suddenly stretched out his hand, looking at the never-fading snowflake falling on his palm, showing a pleasant smile.

The inescapable Ragnarok finally kicked off his prelude at this moment, and the winter of Fembull has come.

The long summer is over, and now...winter is coming.

137. Xandar's Elegy

Command Room of Nova Corps, Colonial Satellite of Cistria

The commander is also Nova Corps' most elite NOVA Centurion Cross, an angry roar

"Why don't you understand? If those monsters really swallow the Kree Empire, we will only be the next target!"

The angry Cross was naturally referring to the most eye-catching news in the entire universe right now—the invasion of the Kree Empire.

No one knows what happened, but there are countless demons drilled through the cracks in space that were suddenly torn open in the capital of the Kree Empire.

And the Kerry Empire, one of the three most powerful and aggressive empires in the universe, just perished among these ubiquitous terrifying monsters.

And until now, these demons are still slaughtering every colony of the Kree Empire, occupying and polluting those planets into dead worlds.

However, in the universe, many people really cheered the Burning Legion.

After all, the Kree Empire has a very bad reputation in the entire universe - second only to those cosmic amoeba Skrulls.

No one likes a military empire that has a crazy desire to expand and has already implemented it, but obviously these demons that replaced the Kree Empire are not a fuel-efficient lamp.

But they don't seem to be as violent as they appear...

There are already many forces in the universe that have dispatched diplomatic representatives to contact these existences that are very likely to replace the Kree Empire as another emerging force in the universe.

As a result, most of the diplomatic envoys returned unharmed. For example, the messenger of the Shia Empire, Satus, praised the existence of the so-called "Burning Legion" and tried his best to encourage their queen to cooperate with the Burning Legion.

The messenger of Xandar also came back safe and sound. The young man who was full of enthusiasm for Xandar came back and turned into a 'brain powder' of the Burning Legion.

He brought back the seeds of a gift called 'fel energy', which is a way to learn and let unqualified people master the powerful secret energy of the universe.

This discovery suddenly set off a frenzy inside Xandar.

Xandar also has extraordinary powers, just like the Nova Warriors of Nova Corps. They rely on the "Nova Energy" generated by the super life computer Worldmind to fight for Xandar. These powerful warriors are in the eyes of Xandar people. Just the best heroes and stars.

The people worship Nova Warriors and pursue their power, but it's a pity that the best Nova warriors rarely replenish their manpower.

And this worship of powerful personal power has also affected many civilians, and the temptation of 'fel energy' that does not require selection and does not seem to require any cost to make people as extraordinary as Nova Warriors is that. It is impossible to refuse.

But under such circumstances, the commander of Nova Corps, Cross, didn't see it that way.

This prudent and patriotic female commander of the legion had a close relationship with that diplomat—compared to, that was her son.

So of course she was the quickest person to find out that something was wrong with her son. Although she couldn't find any traces, her son was obviously 'brainwashed' by something special.

Yes, his memory has not been tampered with, and his thinking has not been controlled, but it does not require so many operations to make a person change his attitude and way of thinking.

Based on this, Cross has undergone repeated investigations and confirmed that almost all the diplomatic envoys who have returned are powerful planets in the universe and have extraordinary power inside.

Cross only felt chills all over.

She seems to have seen a huge net, and the monsters behind the huge net who sneered and prepared terrorist plots!

She thinks it is necessary for her to stand up and persuade Xandar to unite with other planets to deal with the emerging crisis in this universe!

However... like those cliché and rotten teeth stories, a visionary hero whose actions will never be approved by the upper echelons.

"Calm down, Captain Cross, you represent the facade of Nova Corps!"

"The Burning Legion is a scary bunch, but their gifts and etiquette prove they are trusted friends!"

"At least they won't attack us like the Cree people for no reason! Captain Cross, your words and deeds are likely to affect our hard-won ally!"

The words and deeds of the congressmen in front of them, either insinuating or playing football, made the blue veins on Cross's head almost burst out.

This Nova Warrior, who has been three hundred and forty-six years old so far, is pressing his anger.

"Then I ask to meet Queen Adora!"

"Her Majesty has been dealing with important matters recently, and the internal affairs of Nova Corps are not bothering her."

These councilors once again rejected Cross's idea, and the old soldier took a deep breath and turned off the communication directly.

"What to do, Commander? Are we just watching those monsters and those old rotten things go their way?"

The adjutant on the side said angrily, Cross glanced at him, and said coldly

"Since they don't want to listen, let's pull our ears and force them to listen!"

"Pass my order, the Nova Corps is all ready to return to the Xandar home planet!"

On the other side, the Senators of Xandar were celebrating with their crowns. At the staggered banquet, they laughed at the outdated and incompetent Nova Corps.

Because before long, they will be able to create an army that is stronger and more suitable than the Nova Legion!

As the vested interests and the sharers of the power cake, they have long been dissatisfied with the power of Nova Corps that is too powerful.

And from now on, warriors who master fel power will replace Nova Corps, a strong, obedient army trumps all!

"Mortal stupidity will never change."

Archimonde, who used magic to disguise himself as a Xandar, looked at the rhetoric councillors with disdain at the banquet.

As one of the three giants of Eredar, the dean of the Mage Academy, and now the two giants of the Legion, the polluters are born to hate this kind of **** democratization system.

Of course, Kil'jaeden liked such a system. The stupid and inefficient democratization game is just a good environment for him to plant his own intrigue and hidden piles.

The Legion's gift is corrupting the world, as it has done so many times.

The former Sargeras also showed them the vision of the future, as well as the powerful nature of fel, and Xavius ​​showed the power of Sargeras to Queen Azshara - so they chose to fall.

This can't be said to be a deception, the evil energy is indeed strong enough, and it can indeed achieve their wishes.

It's just that although this poisonous bait can be eaten without starvation, the result of becoming addicted to it and becoming a member of the legion... is also reasonable.

"It seems that Commander Cross intends to bring Nova Corps to a 'remonstrance'."

The rage that came out of nowhere stood by Archimonde's side, joking and playing.

"Although it's not bad that there are still fraudsters' plots to gradually destroy this country, but you... polluters, are you going to just watch it like this?"

"You're going to just watch the conspiracy and civil unrest destroy the planet, and you, nothing?"

"You are the one responsible for the capture of this planet."

Archimonde is obviously not going to be stimulated by such a simple method, the reckless and cruel polluter just looked at Mu Feng with scrutiny, if he pointed

As the new ruler of the Legion, Fury has not shown his strength.

Among the demons who speak with strength, this is undoubtedly the fatal point, even if he is personally appointed by the Dark Titan.

For polluters and fraudsters, it is also necessary to see the strength of such a new "colleague"...

"Really? In that case, let's start from this planet."

Fury doesn't reject it, it's a relaxed, even prepared smile.

The next moment, the silhouettes of him and Archimonde appeared on a Legion battleship that was hovering over the Xandar star and hidden.

"You know, Archimonde, I have always had a very good impression of you... Aboriginal people."

He raised his head and looked at the lucky fury, suddenly opened the mouth and said

"Saboteurs like us actually admire you very much. Although you are limited by your own narrow vision, you... can always bring us a different experience."

His hand stretched forward, and in front of a black door that opened, he walked in.

He appeared above the atmosphere of Xandar star.

Numerous Nova Corps combat drone arrays instantly scanned him, and the synchronized footage was transmitted to Nova Corps headquarters.

"That's... a person?"

A Nova Corps member looked uncertainly at the figure floating outside the atmosphere on the screen.