In the legends of Nordic mythology, all the gods who enshrine Odin as the main **** live in a magnificent castle called "Asgard".

  There is a land that belongs to the Asa Protoss and part of the Warner Protoss, and it can also be called the "Asa God's Domain".

   It is said that the unknown "mountain giant" personally built a huge stone wall as high as the cloud top, surrounding and protecting the palace of Asgard, and isolating the prying eyes of mortal creatures.

  If a person climbs the wall of the God’s Domain from a young age, it will be difficult for him to stand on the top of the wall until he becomes gray-haired and see the wonders of the God’s Kingdom behind him.

Only through the "shaky road to heaven", the rainbow bridge connecting Asgard and the atrium "Midgard" can come to the world tree "Yuktra Hill" and finally reach this place belonging to the gods. country.

  And when you really see Asgard, you will find that the pale descriptions in the legends are not enough to describe this land of gods with countless magnificent epics.

  It is a boundless continent shining with brilliance. It does not need the shining of stars to shine brightly. It hangs far away in the deep and quiet hidden void, as if it has existed here since the birth of time and space.

  Rich valleys, plains and mountains surround a majestic palace called the "Golden Palace", which is taller than the mountains and wider than the fields.

  Even every inch of the masonry there is suspected to be poured with gold.

Above the main hall of the Golden Palace, there was an eternity of silence, and the singing of ethereal fairy music gradually dissipated. On a bridge of three-color rainbows that ran from the depths of the palace to the edge of the God's Domain continent, there gradually walked a golden man with two horns on his head. Helmet, the back of the golden armor.

  The footsteps of Heimdall, the Guardian of the God Realm, became the only sound in this solemn palace. He bowed and stood under the throne, greeting the two figures above.

The one-eyed, long-bearded old man, wearing an eagle helmet, holds Gungnir, the spear of eternity, and a golden ring of Dropnir in his hand. Two pitch-black ravens perched on his shoulders, pecking at his frost-white hair from time to time. .

   "Heimdall, do you still remember the 'True God' who was born in Midgard?"

   God King Odin Poulsen's voice was very soft and slow, but it echoed repeatedly in the Golden Palace.

  On the lower right hand side of the supreme throne of the Nine Great Worlds, a fair young man with long black hair and wearing only everyday light armor blinked his eyes smartly, full of interest in this secret that he had never heard of before.

   "King Odin, I remember. My eyes have focused on that man three times. He was 'born' as a god, fought against the **** demon **** Mephisto, and this time. The touched cosmic Rubik's Cube."

  Heimdall stated in a muffled voice, without the slightest emotional ups and downs.

  A glance at the divine power of the worlds and universes allows Heimdall to see all the joys and sorrows of life, the shattering and birth of planets. Standing at the end of the Rainbow Bridge, it is His eternal duty to guard the safety of Asa God's Domain.

   "Thousands of years ago, I left the Rubik's Cube in Midgard and hid it, because there is a country belonging to mortals, and the power and secrets of the Rubik's Cube are difficult to truly discover and use."

  The "God of Tricks and Lies" standing at the bottom slightly pursed his lips, recalling the origin and story of the Rubik's Cube in the universe.

  He remembered that according to the historical records of Asgard, father Odin left the treasure in the mortal world when he conquered the "Ice Giants" in Midgard. He should not have been born at that time.

   ".In the vicissitudes of life, the once weak and ignorant human beings are gradually becoming stronger and wiser. But he has touched the power of the 'Raw Stone' and has set foot on a wider place. Loki."

   "Hey! Ahem, Father"

  The son of the king of gods, Loki, turned sideways and pursed his lips, thinking about what all this has to do with him, why he was summoned alone today, and the power and legend of the so-called "rough stone".

  He was jolted by Odin's sudden call, and bowed his head with a cute smile and said:

   "What is your father's order?"

"Sol is too belligerent. Heimdall will send you to Midgard. You go and meet the human named James Howlett, and ask him to come to Asgard with me. A story."

   Loki blinked his eyes a few times, his face was stunned for a moment, and he asked suspiciously:

   "Father, hey, you mean 'please come and talk to him'? Invite a mortal to come to Asgard?"

  Odin nodded his bushy beard lightly, looked at the young boy with clever eyes and did not deny it.

"He is not an ordinary mortal, or he is no longer a mortal. He has a comparable level of life with you and Thor, and his 'divine power' is powerful and extraordinary. He is a real warrior. Go get ready and meet with me with my friendliness. He, upon his return will be your brother's coronation ceremony."

  Loki took a deep breath, and immediately lowered his head, well covering up the huddled brows and eyes, he gritted his teeth, and calmed down the unwillingness that suddenly surged in his heart.

  When he raised his cheek again, Loki still had that cute, smart and lovable look.

   "I will follow your wish. My, father."

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  The rain in New York is the rain of exiles.

  Every year, from late March to late August, for half a year, abundant, continuous, dense, tireless rainwater pours down the streets between the towering concrete buildings.

  In the 1940s, a poet once described New York like this, "I have nothing here except the sky."

  More than half a century has passed, towering and bright mansions have risen one after another, constantly refreshing the record of human beings touching the sky, and the sky in New York has become only belonged to a very small number of people.

  Countless pairs of eyes looked up, but they could only see strips of light and colorful, like cricket insects stuck in the cracks of the bookcase.

  The rain in New York makes the embarrassed people even more embarrassed.

  Victor Dum was forced to get off the car early by the large number of silent demonstrators at the entrance of the Empire State Building, and walked into the group hall in the rain.

He patted the shoulder of the suit which was wet with a few strands irritably. He felt very sorry for the clothes that had just been sewn by an old craftsman. Here comes the suit.

   After all, apart from the gentlemen and ladies of the Howlett family, the old tailor has long since been too lazy to make clothes for others.

  The gate was filled with protesters on the street outside the entrance of the building. Most of them did not hold umbrellas, and they just looked at the building full of weeping, but they were not noisy.

  They pulled up banners or wooden signs with slogans such as "The life of aliens is also life!", "Humans should not be the executioners of the stars", and stood there for another morning without feeling hungry or cold.

   ".Damn it, what is the group's security department doing! These homeless people! How many times have they come here, and they haven't cleaned up quickly."

  Mr. Doom wiped the water from his forehead, and shook his hands in disgust, as if his body was stained with rainwater, and he would be reduced to the dirty demonstrators or the homeless people in New York City.

  While he was complaining, his tone became more and more exasperated, thinking that things that didn't go well seemed to like to crowd together, and he complained to the staff behind the Black Crystal reception desk to the safety and security department of the group.

  The new Ms. Qiaoli was obviously a bit out of touch, but the short-haired lady next to her who had worked in this position for many years raised her eyebrows and smiled, and joked indifferently:

   "Hehe, they didn't violate New York City's regulations, and they also reported the location and content of the demonstration in advance. Strictly speaking, the security department can't control things outside the building."

  Mr. Victor Dum, who is the senior director of the Technology Department of Howlett Group, obviously would not accept such a business-like grand statement. He rolled up the whites of his eyes and refuted arrogantly.

   "Robeta, this is purely because the security director is too lazy to bother. Don't tell me that the group still needs to look at the face of the New York government for such a trivial matter. The great achievements that gentleman has done have been made by these idiots."

   "That's not clear~ The new supervisor heard that he is an old man from the Howlett family. He must not take these things seriously at all."

  The foreman at the front desk shrugged his shoulders indifferently after he finished speaking. When Dum heard this, he immediately remembered the origin of the head of the group's security department.

   Just yesterday, Victor Dum's application for "serum transformation" was rejected again.

   The "Cosmic Storm" project was originally promoted by him, but in the end only the "Viper" reaped some benefits and jumped into another world.

  Mr. Doom, however, is still depressed about stepping into the threshold of the extraordinary world.

  After the Sirius Legion returned to Earth, James Howlett almost ordered the United Nations and high-level officials from various countries to coordinate and cooperate, and held solemn and solemn mourning ceremonies worldwide.

  The pilots of the Earth Aerospace Force who died in the Kerry War, and the more than 300 soldiers of the Sirius Legion who were lost, as the most noble heroes in the history of this planet, have received the praise and condolences of all mankind.

  The Red Devil opened several huge space portals, connecting Congress Avenue in Washington, Manhattan Avenue in New York, Red Square in the Soviet Union, Capital Square in China, and important landmark roads in Britain, France and other countries.

Some of the soldiers participating in this interstellar war, carrying on their shoulders Jingguan built with thousands of Kree and Skrull heads, silently passed by on this road that runs through the major countries of the human world. .

  Signal networks all over the world have spread this picture. Human beings clearly saw the corpses of alien invaders and the wreckage of warships that fell to the earth from outer space.

   I also see the cruel and majestic dawn of a new era.

  What's interesting is that a frowning trend and doctrine are blowing up. More and more "pacifists", "environmentalists", "humanitarianism", "anti-pacifism".

  Qiqi jumped out to protest against the use of such cruel and cruel methods to treat the civilizations and races of alien planets, criticized the correctness of this war, and believed that human beings should embrace life in the universe with goodwill and a peaceful attitude.

  For a while, the Howlett Group was pushed to the forefront, and the rumored superpower that single-handedly supported and won the war began to be resisted by these "people with lofty ideals".

  The demonstrators gathered outside the Empire State Building have been expressing their ideals and appeals for three consecutive days.

Except for some third-rate newspapers in the corners who followed the report and said a few words of support, the official and important media of the United States and major countries were all silent, and they all spoke positively about this feat belonging to mankind, constantly advocating that the earth has entered the interstellar world era.

And all the turmoil from the outside world will not affect James, who is watching his grandson at the dining table in the old house hall. If he hadn’t been there, Pietro would have eaten all the dishes on the table before the dinner started. .

   ". The luck of the old Stark is not bad. It is very good to come back safely after walking in the Skrull warship. The Stark group also needs the injection of young strength."

  Emma and Peggy stacked plates on the dining table, casually chatting about some recent casual affairs.

  After the war ended, she resigned from the duties of the principal of the "Super British Academy" and handed it over to Professor Charles, who was finally able to do her job. Steve and Peggy also discussed the "retirement" travel arrangements.

   "Teacher, Sharon is not interested in taking over my class in the 'Whip of Order'. She plans to travel outside by herself to hone martial arts. This girl is more focused on the path of cultivation than I am."

  James nodded lightly. He was not surprised that Sharron would have such an idea. After pondering for a while, he asked Steve:

   "Although we are now capable of interstellar travel, we still lack intelligence and understanding even for the civilization gathering areas of the Milky Way. Don't run too far, and visit the uninhabited planets in the surrounding galaxies first."

   "I understand that Sharon is also measured. She plans to go to a high-gravity planet to train and reorganize her boxing skills."

  While the two were talking, Laura and Jean Grey walked in. James and Emma greeted each other with a smile as usual, but Qin just said hello more cheerfully and generously than usual, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.

  Following the final teleportation of Asazzo and Raven, everyone who was eating at home today was seated. After James, who was sitting at the head of the table, picked up the chopsticks, everyone immediately began to focus on the dishes in front of them.

"Dad, have you heard of the so-called peaceful protesters outside? Hehe, if you're bothered, I'll talk to Alex tomorrow. He went to the group to be a part-time job in the security department, but he can't It was so peaceful."

   After eating seriously for a long time, it was time for chatting and laughing at the table. Eric mentioned the recent emergence of "new spaceism", half contempt and half helpless.

   "The new president made a special phone call with me on this matter, swore that he had done a comprehensive investigation, and it wasn't the official or any force behind the agitation. Hehehe, it was purely the 'true feelings' of those civilians."

  James put down his chopsticks and took out a cigar, smiled and shook his head.

"Let them go, there is nothing to care about. The so-called Western-style democracy is characterized by 'you can say whatever you want, but I won't care about it'. In this way, the people feel that they are free to express their will, and their psychology is satisfied, so they recognize this. The superiority of the system."