Of course he wanted to! Even dreaming about it! Lead the army of Asgard to defeat those demons and re-proclaim Asgard's name in the universe!

But he still understands the priorities. If Asgard will suffer huge losses due to meaningless wars, then this expedition is better not to...

"Don't worry, Thor."

Frigga gently stroked her son's hair and said softly

"The expedition will not change, we cannot break the contract with others."

"Then what about the protection of the Nine Realms?" Thor frowned.

"Heimdall's prophecy—or my father ordered us to bless the Nine Realms against the disaster, but if we leave with a large army—"

Thor was, of course, referring to the one with the Dark Elves and Hela, which arguably led to the beginning of Fembr's winter and the evolution of the current bad situation.

And Frigga almost died in that invasive species, so Thor would never want such a dangerous thing to happen again.

"Sometimes, we also have to give the prophecy a chance to come true." Frigg said in a mysterious tone

"Sometimes, we also have to make the prophecy come true, whether it's good or bad."

Frigga accepts her own death calmly, and also accepts the play of fate.

Destiny to resist fate can be said to be a precious quality, but it is only the self-righteous resistance of ignorant people who do not know the power of fate.

Most importantly, it was what her husband meant. Odin intends to promote the realization of the prophecy, so if so, what reason does she have to object?

"By the way, where did Loki go?"

"He, he didn't leave the room early in the morning." Sylvie curled her lips and said disdainfully.

"He kept saying he felt the fear of death..."

215. Sixty million years old undead

"It's not a bad thing to witness your own death."

Story Loki looked at the other self who was pale and huddled in the corner, and said in a playful and pleasant tone

"You dreamed of your own death in another world, right? Actually, you don't need to be so afraid."

"You're doing this kind of thing, aren't you used to it?"

Loki ignored the other self, after all, he knew how bad his character was.

He just raised his head pale and said in a weak voice

"Go away, go away now!"

"Haha, I just came to see you." Story Loki showed a mischievous smile

"The more interesting things are still in Midgard, so I won't accompany you."

"Also, remember to review the things I taught you, after all, maybe you will use it soon..."

After all, the story Loki disappeared like a brush that was erased by an eraser.

Loki collapsed to the ground as if he was out of strength, with deep confusion and fear in his eyes.

Like another he said, Loki dreamed of...death.

But it was not a precognition dream, or at least not his precognition dream of this world.

He dreamed of himself dying under a wave of destruction and death in a very different battle for New York.

That dream was really frightening, and for Loki, who was familiar with magic, his understanding of dreams was naturally far beyond ordinary people.

Stupid Midgardians think that dreams are just a form of biological brain waves, but anyone who has studied magic understands that 'dream' itself is a kind of self-extending magic.

Dreams represent the detachment of thinking, the immersion of soul and consciousness into another world, and travel in endless fantasy dimensions.

The most representative spell 'Astral Projection' of mystic mages is another form of dream. By solidifying thinking and soul into endless dimensions, they can learn precious knowledge in countless worlds.

And an Asgardian like Loki is a skilled mage, and shouldn't have dreaming, a mistake that only novice and rookie make.

unless……

It was a real precognitive dream.

A fate that made Loki foresee that he would die under the endless steel corpse.

...

"Who am I?" "Where am I?" "Where am I going?"

Tony's mind is always echoing, is Plato's famous three-sentence question and answer.

Questions and answers about the three ultimate philosophical questions about self-existence, world composition, and unity with all things—almost any philosophical question template can be set on it.

But Tony was not interested in studying such a philosophy.

He was just... confused.

All of his memory units only stop when he enters the quantum locator with enough supplies to track the whereabouts of Dr. Green to another parallel world.

He wants the land of that world, he wants the people of that world, and he wants to invade another world in order to feed his own people.

But what followed was an indescribable, huge energy fluctuation.

What form of energy is that, and what kind of physical composition can it have to invade the quantum dimension - this is something Tony has no ability to think about.

All he can do is to preserve his own sanity as much as possible in this near-endless wandering.

In the quantum dimension, time is stretched wildly, perhaps a second is a moment, and a moment may be a hundred years.

Tony can't count time anymore, or his time concern shattered after stepping into the quantum dimension.

Along with the fragmentation of the concept of time, there is also his memory.

The thing that wants to break the most is naturally the part of Tony who is human.

The part of the memory that is still preserved, the hippocampus, is damaged faster than expected.

But Tony's memory did not fade away. With a large number of picometer-level chips as a recording unit, he remembered every second of memory.

With the hippocampus, it is the emotion that disappears.

When Tony thought of this, his emotions had fallen into a hopeless collapse.

He found that he had forgotten his friendship with Rhodes, his admiration for Steve, his affection for his parents, and... his love for Little Pepper.

The great love that human beings have praised countless times is actually not an incredible great thing in the end.

They fade away and corrupt faster than even chips age...

The long, wandering years ended even when Tony had begun to count the rate at which his chips were aging.

When Tony 'opened his eyes', the sunlight he captured was dazzling and dazzling, like a hot and huge fireball.

He 'stands up', and without hesitation, he pulled down the part that had completely rotted away as a human being.

This body, which was almost purely forged from living metal, began to repair itself, and soon, the complete 'Iron Man' appeared.

"Infrared composition scanning, atmospheric composition detection, soil sample comparison..."

Tony began to detect the surrounding environment almost instantly, and soon, he also came up with an amazing answer.

All the physical environment here is highly similar to Earth! Or, exactly the same!

The only problem is that the exact same is not the modern day Tony is in, but...

60 million years ago.

...

"We are Necrons, and before we were given that name, we were called Necrons."

"We were born on a planet with extremely bad and harsh conditions, and our sun is like a furnace full of toxins, scorching our skin and taking away all our health."

"Our race doesn't even survive the average age of twenty-five, and it's hard for our children to survive the toils of being born."

"However, we are so bad, but we have an absolutely great master!"

"His name is Beep Beep (destroyed here)."

"Our duty, our mission, our existence..."

"God *&...& rebel *&* destroy the organism."

All programs and information come to an abrupt end here.

No matter how Carol checked the memory element of a mechanical skeleton head in front of him, there was no sign of repair.

Even the robotic head, nearly destroyed by her raging cosmic energy, took less than a minute to slowly begin to repair itself.

"What the **** are they?"

Carroll looked at the mechanical steel skull and muttered to herself in a low voice.

She might... no, she just let out a demon.

A group of demons who are not much better than demons.

She still remembered that scene, because that itself was not long ago, what happened to Fomalhaut, the center of the southern fish constellation.

Walking out of the huge portal torn apart by the space gems was a group of beings calling themselves 'Space Necrons'.

All of them are a group of steel skeletons in the true sense, their bodies are composed of incomprehensible metal substances, and their cold and incomplete consciousness can only have endless hatred for all organisms!

At that time, the legion demons besieging Xandar's exile fleet were dealt a devastating blow.

Even the demon who is used to using crowd tactics and returning from death is the first to experience the experience of being a victim of his own tactics.

If their demons still need a trip to the Twisting Void to come back to life, then this Necronomicon is truly immortal.

Even if they wear down these steel corpses to the molecular level, almost the next moment they will be pulled by a beam of light, and then immediately complete the repair and smash out of the black stone pyramid.

Even a legion demon who is immortal and immortal like the stars in the sky can't stand such a terrifying wheel battle.

Not to mention their opponents themselves are not cannon fodders who only know how to look up to the sea of ​​​​people.

The technology of these Necrons is terrifying!

Not to mention that they are equipped with universal matter dissociation rays, each of their tomb technicians seems to have mastered a technology that can distort time and space, and their weapons have revealed countless concepts and concepts even in the universe. weapon fired at.

The elite army led by Archimonde faced absolute collapse in less than half an hour.

Even Archimonde himself almost fell into a fel rampant acceleration and died under the guidance of the entropic spear thrown over.

Luckily he wasn't killed by his own fel energy, but unfortunately - he died anyway.

Across the Xinghai Sea, the great demon that slaughtered endlessly suffered such a fate is really applauding, but if that means releasing another group of demons, this is not something to be thankful for at all.

Carol always felt guilty, so she was always looking for ways to make amends.

But...how can there be any result?

Perhaps the father of the gods who induced him to throw the cube of the universe knew something, but how could Carol know about Odin's whereabouts?

"Meow~~~"

A cat meow awakened Carol from her guilt and thought. She stroked the head of the Primordial Eater and sighed faintly.

"You don't have to feel guilty at all, you didn't do anything wrong."

It was Kloss who entered the room with the voice. The only lucky ones in the disaster that day were the Xandar exile fleet who managed to escape, and Kloss, the Nova Corps commander who survived by chance.

Now Carol is on their ship, with these stubborn rebels.

"But I made those Necrons appear in the universe." Carol said in a sullen tone

"Don't say that, even without you, the Infinity Stone will start itself sooner or later."

Cross patted Carol on the shoulder and said softly with relief

"And even without that door, aren't these monsters everywhere?"

The Necronomicon frenzy in the entire galaxy today does not come from the portal at the center of the Southern Fish constellation.

Most of the Necrons suddenly 'awakened' from the bottom of the planets.

Although the scale cannot be said to be huge, and the order of awakening is not uniform, the destructive power of these monsters spreading like a plague is still terrifying. In a short period of time, these monsters have transformed all flesh and blood life into inorganic The monsters of things are already a huge problem no less than the Burning Legion.

"That doesn't sound like consolation to me," Carroll snarled.

"But it's really not your responsibility." Cross laughed, she stroked the head of the Primordial Devourer and sighed.

"The universe we live in can't be said to be peaceful in the first place. It's just that the luck of our generation has met a good time. In fact, the war is raging now, maybe it's our normal status quo."