Chapter 125 Sacrifice Odin

   "Do you remember what I told you!"

   Raven folded his arms carelessly, naked all over.

  The indigo-blue skin is evenly and harmoniously covered with darker and darker raised lines, covering some important parts, as if it is a natural leather coat.

   But to Charles, it was nothing more than nudity.

  He pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes slightly, chewed the last bite of waffle in his mouth, focused his eyes on Rui Wenming's yellow pupils, and tried not to pay attention to her body.

   "I remember. Nowadays, it is rare to enter the spiritual world that deeply. It is usually a superficial 'look' at the information needed. Don't worry, thank Miss Frost for me."

  Ruiwen still walked to the dining table, pushed away the honey jar and butter bottle in front of him, folded his arms on the table, and continued to give instructions.

"Emma said that even superficial telepathy, as long as the accumulation is too huge, there will be a certain amount of mental pollution, just like chronic poisoning! Now you use that brainwave device to scan the world all day long, Thousands of—”

"Okay, okay. I promise! The use of brain waves will be strictly controlled from today, and the recent investigation has come to an end. The information on the mutant groups in New York and surrounding areas is almost mastered, and the use of brain waves will be suspended for a period of time. .”

  Professor Xavier raised his hands to reassure Raven. Suddenly, there was a soft bang in the room, and Azazzo appeared in the dining room in a flash.

   "Morning brother-in-law, morning dear, you look so beautiful today."

  Asazuo made a gesture to lean over to kiss Ruiwen, but just as he leaned over, he suddenly kept motionless, keeping his eyes closed, his mouth pursed, and he froze in place.

   "What are you doing, Charles!"

  Raven understood what was going on in an instant, slapped the table and got up, staring at Charles with wide eyes.

   "You put your clothes on first."

   "You let go of Asazo first!"

   "I will never let go of this guy who broke into someone's house without knocking without getting dressed!"

  Professor Charles Xavier, who is highly educated and well-cultivated, was at a loss for words for a while, and seemed to be unable to find a more rude word. Seeing Raven's chest rising and falling, the two faced each other coldly.

   Shua, Raven still has red hair and blue skin, but the skin on his body is like fine scales, undulating and changing into a black jacket and denim trousers. He turned his face away and stopped looking at Charles.

   "Ahem. Good guy."

  Asazuo was released from the state of mind control, but he was not angry. He pursed his mouth and shook Raven's arm to smooth things over.

   "It's okay, I'll put on the shielding helmet next time, and I'm leaving, uncle, I will remember to knock on the door in the future."

   Poof!

  The two turned into a cloud of red and black smoke and disappeared, leaving Charles with a few brushes of hair carelessly thrown back in the dining room.

  The relationship with Raven had just eased, but fell to the bottom again.

  Maybe I really should try to change the life perspective of a mutant, and re-look at some common life concepts that I have long been accustomed to.

  Thinking about Charles in his mind, he tore off the coffee-colored windbreaker jacket hanging at the entrance, put it in his pocket, and walked to the office of S.H.I.E.L.D., which is not too far away.

  The weather in New York in the early autumn is the most comfortable. Charles has never liked to drive. He likes to take a walk or go out quickly.

  While passing Black Street, in front of the largest three-story townhouse, there was a strange-looking white man talking to a typical New York business elite man.

   "Mr. Ryan, do you really need our decoration team? The real estate department of the group has a very complete architectural design team, which is top-notch in the construction industry in the United States."

  Master Mark, with a goatee and his hair tied up, was wearing a jacket commonly seen in Chinatown. He politely rejected the offer from the manager of the real estate department of the Howlett Group in front of the steps of the villa.

  The transformation and construction of the Holy of Holies cannot and cannot involve ordinary people.

   "It's really not necessary, thank you Mr. Howlett for your kindness, it is enough to help us prepare these building materials, thank you again."

  Master Mark nodded slightly, and saluted with a strange gesture with his right hand. The manager of the real estate department looked astonished, and hurriedly bowed back with the Namaste salute he learned from somewhere.

   It is said that this arrangement was made by the head of the family himself, which really made the managers of the real estate department of the group overwhelmed, and even the head of the department at the vice president level of the group planned to come over in person.

  If you happen to be able to meet the ever-mysterious Mr. Howlett, it can be regarded as a valuable qualification.

  Master Mark watched the last few workers put the exquisite mahogany raw materials in the hall of 177 Black Street, thanked him politely and closed the door.

  He took out a hanging ring from his sleeve, and opened the space portal where Starfire rotated.

   There are more than a dozen Karma Taj mages waiting in the core sanctuary of the Himalayas.

  The short and stout mage Wang was wearing an ocher-red robe and stood upright with the general's belly. After stepping in, he directed the mages who followed him to gather their mana familiarly and draw a series of spells.

The hall, which is already large in size, opened several walls, and has a two-story ceiling. Under the influence of the bright yellow mystic spells constantly poured in by the mages, the rumbling rhythm trembled, and it swelled out of thin air visible to the naked eye. .

From the outside, No. 177, which is about four or five stories high, has an internal space that expands out of thin air. It is placed in the lobby, with high piles of wood and stone, as well as some special white jade and other materials. Floating up under the support.

   While being polished and shaped by the tools cast by the mages, they were placed and assembled in various parts of this villa, and a new sanctuary was built after a large-scale renovation.

"Master Mark Lane, from now on you will be the resident mage of the Sanctuary of New York. Later, when the sanctuary is remodeled, the supreme mage will come to build the core of the enchantment. The resident mage can't leave easily in the future. What will happen when you read the Chinese classics? If you don't understand, you can send someone to deliver a message."

   Master Wang still spoke boldly in his hard-tongued English, and waved his hands, as if he was about to return to Karma Taj from the portal.

   "Wang Da, master, you really don't want to stay and be the mage of the Holy of Holies in New York?"

  Mark’s Chinese pronunciation has improved a lot, but there is still a big problem with punctuation. Master Wang scratched his ears and said worriedly:

   "I still can't let go of Karma Taj's library, especially after the man came, he dared to smoke in it! No, I have to go back now, you are busy"

  Master Mark looked at the closed light gate, and glanced at the busy mages around him. He thought it would be good to stay in the Sanctuary in New York, and he could often go to Chinatown.

"How old are you?"

   "Guokuoer, the nest is eighteen miles away."

James Howlett hesitantly smoked the cigar in his hand. He was sitting in the library of Karma Taj, under the dim light, with several messy tomes and leather books in front of him. roll.

  Looking at the sorcerer apprentice Xiao Li, who was blinking hard and with bright eyes, James hesitated to take him to smoke at such a young age, although the difference between cigars and pure cigarettes is not small.

   "When I was a child, the old man Wo let Wo taste the pipe, and it didn't drop."

  Xiao Li is not tall, and his skin is darker than most Chinese people. It may be because he has been in the snow-covered plateau for a long time. There are two smears of purple on his cheeks, a round face and small eyes. He is an honest child.

   "Then what about you old man, are you also a mage?"

  James still didn’t let go, he just smoked it by himself, if the disciples and grandchildren of the ancient master started to smoke cigars at Karma Taj every day, it would be a big coke.

   "Die! I slipped away on the way to death, Master Wang picked up the nest."

  “.I’ll just give you one. Taste this thing slowly, don’t go down your lungs, and smell the smell.”

  Xiao Li hastily took a "golden apple" that James took out from the ebony cigar box. He put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it vigorously, as if he knew cigar tasting very well.

  Looking at the candle on the table, apprentice Xiao Li was about to go up to light it with a cigar in his mouth. James suddenly frowned, took the cigar that Xiao Li was holding at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and stuffed it into his arms.

  Wiping with his left hand, he didn't know where he hid the cigarette and the cigar box in his hand.

  The body trembled slightly, and a uniform and gentle energy gushed out from the whole body, blowing away the lingering cigar smoke in the library, causing the rows of wooden and stone bookshelves to tremble slightly.

  Almost at the same time, a spark burst out of thin air on the bluestone ground behind the two of them, and suddenly twisted and expanded, turning into a portal of flame.

   Master Wang looked around suspiciously, and saw James and Xiao Li bent their heads at their desks, as if they were studying classics seriously.

  He stepped through the light door, sniffed vigorously again, but still didn't find anything, stroked his short hair and hummed twice, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

  James patted Xiao Li's chest lightly, and warned him to smoke in a place where no one was around.

  Looking at the figure of the little apprentice running away excitedly, he shifted his attention back to the frayed and thin cowhide roll in front of him, which was still intact and solid thanks to the support of spells.

  The above roughly describes the rune magic of the Asgardian protoss in Norwegian. In order to read this ancient scroll, James spent two days and nights studying and mastering the extremely small Norwegian language.

  Just over a thousand words, he has thought about it many times.

   "Nine nights hung on a tree shaken by the wind,

   Wounded with a spear; I was sacrificed to Odin,

   Sacrifice yourself to yourself, on a tree that no one knows about!

   No bread to satisfy hunger, no drop of water to quench thirst.

  I looked down, picked up the runes,

   Shouting while picking it up, it fell from the tree. "

  This is a piece of memoir on the leather scroll that I don’t know where it came from. It is said to be a poetic memory record about the acquisition of runes from the so-called God King Odin.

  Runes are also called runes. According to legend, Odin, the king of the gods, found the fountain of wisdom—the fountain of Mimir—beside the second root of the world tree in Jotunheim.

  Odin is also the **** of knowledge and has a strong desire to pursue knowledge.

  He sacrificed his right eye and threw it into the spring water, and hung himself on the World Tree for nine days and nine nights, so the epiphany gained the power of runes, and he also saw the secret behind the so-called Ragnarok.

  Rune runes are an ancient magic rune, and one of the foundations of Western magic. It is said that as long as it is carved on wood, stone, metal or even any material, it can get infinite power.

   At the same time, it also spread to Midgard, which is the earth, with the Asgardian protoss.

   Formed the ancient Germanic language in ancient Nordic, and the ancient Fusac language, its history can be traced back to the second century BC, and it was first recorded in the form of oral expression.

  James looked at the twenty-four rune letters recorded one by one, each of which was like the track carved by a carving knife on the rock, stiff and straight, without a single curved line.

  Writing like this seems to be like the character of the Nordic people, rough and stubborn.

  “.Uruz, ‘the crescent moon of the bison,’ Thurisaz, the ‘annoying thorn,’ also symbolizes ‘Thor’s hammer.’”

  James murmured silently reading a syllable of a rune letter in the shape of a stone hammer, looking at each rune and roughly describing the meaning it represented.

  Finally, at the end of the leather scroll, he said.

"Without the blessing and permission of the god-king Odin or the powerful Asa protoss, even if you master the combination of rune magic, you will not be able to release the slightest magic power. These rune runes are like ordinary language, without Miraculous."

  (end of this chapter)