Chapter 311 The Hammer of Defection

   Legend has it that the Asgardian protoss are "immortal".

  Their bodies can be destroyed, but their souls will be led into a gleaming golden palace—Valhalla.

  Valhalla is the paradise of the Aesir Protoss, also known as the Hall of Valor. It is a magnificent palace located in Asgard, the kingdom of God, which cannot be touched in the dimension of the material world.

   Not only the heroic souls of the Asa Protoss will belong to this place after death.

All the mortal heroes and kings in the mythology who believe in the god-king Odin can also win his approval with bravery and sacrifice, and then they are connected to Valhalla by the Valkyrie riding a pegasus. Another form of immortality.

   Odin Poulsen, the god-king who conquered the nine kingdoms and pushed the Aesir to the pinnacle, did not leave any remains.

  He turned into dots of shining golden light particles, drifting away with the sea breeze of God's Domain in the arms of the Queen of Heaven, Frigga.

  The funeral seven days ago was a suit of armor and clothes that Odin had used before his death, placed on a quaint canoe, and flowed along the ocean of Asgard to the endless stars.

  In the Golden Palace of the Gods, the two brothers Sol and Loki are separated under the throne of the king of the gods.

In the main hall, there are only seven or eight high-ranking warriors from the God's Domain Legion. The elders of the Protoss are separated on both sides. The goddess Sif stands at the front. It was replaced by Lu Magic's metal arm, and the long sword was slanted across his waist.

  The Queen of Heaven, Frigga, stood beside the vacant throne, her fingertips stroking the dark golden armrests, her eyes calm. The eternal gun "Gungnir" that was always held in Odin's hand stood straight aside.

   "The throne of Asgard cannot be left vacant for long. His Royal Highness Saul Odinson, the eldest son of the God King, the orthodox heir of the Asa God Race and the Nine Kingdoms, it is time to take over the position of the King of the Gods."

  A white-haired old man in a flaxen robe looked up at Thor, who was holding a hammer and said nothing, and glanced vaguely at the second prince Loki, who was slightly sideways on the other side.

  The old man pondered for a moment, sighed secretly in his heart, and just wanted to speak out again, but Thor suddenly took off the silver winged helmet he was wearing with a heavy snort, and threw it on the steps with a clatter.

  “If a king can’t be wise and powerful, can’t be wise and magnanimous, and can’t lead his compatriots and the country to a more magnificent path. But at least he should protect his relatives and protect the safety of the people under his rule”

  After the death of the "Three Warriors of Asgard", apart from Loki, the **** of deceit, the goddess Sif, who had the closest relationship with Sol and knew him best, suddenly sank in her heart.

She watched Sol stepping heavily on the golden steps step by step, and walked silently in front of several representatives of the God's Realm Legion and the people. .

  “.These things should be done by the king. I haven’t been able to do any of them. Even if it wasn’t because I insisted on going to Midgard to provoke powerful enemies, my father would still be sitting on it and looking at us at this moment.”

  Sif and the old man moved forward, trying to appease and comfort Thor, but before they could make a sound, Thor's Hammer was raised and crossed in front of Thor, signaling the two to stop.

   "I don't have the qualities and wisdom to be a king. I'm just a reckless warrior. I'm not strong enough as a warrior. Loki is more suitable to succeed the throne of Asgard than me."

  Sol turned around and looked at his younger brother above, holding "Mjolnir" in his right hand and pressing on his left chest, he lowered his head slightly and nodded in greeting.

   "Loki Odinson, as long as you can lead Asgard back to glory, as long as you can avenge the humans of Midgard for your father, my war hammer, I am willing to swing for you."

   "No—yes."

  Just as Loki's fair and handsome face moved slightly, a voice that didn't come from Sif or other Thor supporters sounded calmly beside the throne.

  Everyone in the Golden Palace hall turned their attention to the first queen, Frigga, who was wearing an elegant long dress.

The widow of God King Odin came to the palace without saying a word from the very beginning. After hearing his mother's sudden voice, Loki's face flushed and his lips were tightly pressed, and he looked at Frigga like a contemptuous child.

   "Loki, my son, you should know. Your fate is not here."

  Tian Hou walked slowly to Loki's side, reaching out to caress his cheek, whispering softly like in the past.

   "My fate. Mother, even you—what does Odin think of me! Who am I!"

  Loki beat the armor on his chest heavily, his eye sockets were gradually filled with crimson, and his sharp roar resounded in the vast halls of the Golden Palace, looking at "mother" Frigga with disappointment in his eyes.

"You are an abandoned baby lost on the battlefield that Odin discovered after conquering Jotunheim and defeating the frost giant Wang Laufey. Your blood comes from the ice giant royal family, and you are Laufey's child, but your innate development is not good enough. loss."

  Every word Tianhou said made Loki's body tremble even more, and Frigga understood that the adopted son who regarded him as his own seemed to be begging him not to speak any more.

   ".He brought you back to Asgard, and healed your body with the power of God's Domain. Your bloodline belonging to the ice giant was hidden a little bit, and became our son."

Absolute silence shrouded the majestic palace. Whether it was Thor or the generals of the gods below, when the family secrets of the **** king Odin were revealed by Frigga himself, only a pair of dull faces with wide-eyed eyebrows and a long time were left. the silence.

   "Hey! Hey hey."

  The sudden sharp laughter broke the silent pressure little by little, Loki bowed his body slightly and kept shrugging his shoulders, laughing more and more wantonly, even crazy.

"The lost abandoned baby! The abandoned baby that Odin picked up on the battlefield with infinite tolerance and mercy? Ha! I am just a hostage taken from the ice giant by the talented king of the gods, and I am raised in this palace waiting for someone to come back." Could come in handy one day!"

   "Loki, Odin and I have raised you as our own son every day, we—"

   "Then why didn't He say a word! Even if he showed a little recognition for me, he thought I was qualified to inherit the throne!"

   Loki interrupted Frigga angrily, the blue-black meridians on the neck and face exploded, and dark bruises slowly spread on the fair skin.

  Sol stepped up the stairs in two steps, firmly blocked Loki and his mother Frigga with his big hands, and pushed this "brother" who was becoming more and more unstable a few steps back.

"You! My brother, although you only think about swinging hammers and drinking alcohol, at least you have self-knowledge and know that you are not worthy to be the king of Asgard, but even so, none of you agree that I am qualified to be on the throne. Chair, hey! Let alone now, even if I am Odin's own son, will you support me!"

Loki glanced down with his eyes wide open, pushed Sol a few times but stumbled and staggered two steps backwards, since Odin's soul returned to the Hall of Valor, Frigg's eyes gleamed with tears again, words Sincerely explained:

"Both of you brothers were born to be kings. One will inherit Asgard, and the other will return to Jotunheim to inherit the ice giant's throne. With the maintenance of your emotions and bonds, God's Domain and Jotunheim will truly usher in peace. This is the original intention of your father and king."

  When the Golden Palace was in turmoil and disputes, Heimdall, who was dark-skinned and walked slowly on the Rainbow Bridge with his sword in his arms, walked slowly.

  His long braids were draped and entangled, and his eyes were covered by a horizontal scar. Although he couldn't see, he walked straight into the throne palace without bending his body.

  Boom!

The key to the Rainbow Bridge, the Excalibur "Bult Steel" was thrown towards the center of the dome mural of the Golden Palace. Everyone present was horrified by Heimdall's sudden action, and they stopped arguing and looked at The gatekeeper of God's Domain standing indifferently behind.

   "The defender of Asgard, the person who opened the Rainbow Bridge is only loyal to the king and should not intervene in the struggle for royal power."

  Although Heimdall’s actions were still normal, and he couldn’t see that his eyes were lost at all, he couldn’t find the target of his eyes when he spoke. Facing the vacant throne, he continued in a solemn and deep voice:

  “.But this is no longer the time for you to argue about the ownership of the throne. Although my eyes are gone, I still have a little ability to perceive the Nine Kingdoms. She is back, and she has sent a call to me.”

   beep bang bang bang.

The divine sword thrown by Heimdall pierced into the center of the mural on the dome, and the cracks like spider webs spread rapidly along the position of the blade, and soon covered the entire area telling the history of Odin and God's Domain. The grand picture scroll.

   "Bult Steel" fell back into Heimdall's hands with a loud bang, and then pieces of murals fell down, and the fragments fell all over the hall.

  Sol, Loki, and even the queen Frigga looked up and their eyes gradually changed from bewildered to horrified.

   Covered under the original mural, an ancient picture scroll with blood, flames, and pitch-black swords as the main colors caught everyone's eyes.

  It is full of the most primitive killing and conquest, blood flowing oars, mountains and rivers changing colors, especially a stern female figure riding a giant wolf and wearing a hideous horned helmet is particularly eye-catching.

  She was always by the side of Odin who looked like a man in his prime, rushing to lands in the Nine Realms, even holding a

  Sol subconsciously looked at the "Mjolnir" Thor's Hammer in his palm, and he began to wonder if his father had ever cast a similar hammer.

  It seems to be looking at a lover who has buried the "love history" in the past, but suddenly revealed the past after knowing each other for many years.

   "'Goddess of Death' Hella Odinson, Odin's eldest daughter, his first heir."

Heimdall's silent voice seemed to be mocking the Thor and Loki brothers who had just disputed over their birth and adoption. Even Frigg, the wife of Odin who had been with Odin for thousands of years, was full of bewilderment and astonishment. The back of the chair bit his lower lip lightly.

".My king Odin has gone through a time far beyond the imagination of the average Asa gods. Among the gods who are still alive in the realm of the gods, I am the only one who knows the existence of Hela. She was sealed by the **** king himself, and even relied on The destruction of the Valkyrie Legion won her chance, once she-"

  The words of the gatekeeper of Asgard came to an abrupt end. Heimdall slowly lowered his head, and turned his body a little bit bluntly to look at the direction of the end of the Rainbow Bridge, leaning on the Excalibur to prop up his body.

   "Huh!"

  As Hela's undulating chest deeply inhaled the breath of Asgard, her broken black and green armor suddenly became intact.

The pale face of the Goddess of Death became radiant to the naked eye, and two strands of dark green shoulders floated from behind her. With her hands gathering her long black hair, a black-horned battle helmet wrapped around her head appeared. .

   "Well, I still miss the era when the palace of the king of the gods was built with black stone and rough gold and iron. The current appearance is humming and flashy."

  Hela swayed forward and stepped forward. Although her steps were slow, her speed was strangely fast. She seemed to have reached the gate of the Golden Palace within a few steps.

   Along the way, she saw that the withered Asa God's Realm had lost the majestic army of the past, and the boots under her feet thumped and trembled on the golden floor tiles of the palace, as if playing the drums of King's Landing.

   "Heimdall, you are really blind, but are you also deaf, can't you hear the king you should swear allegiance to call you!"

While talking, Hela walked a few steps from the gate, leaned close to Heimdall, and carefully looked at his pair of destroyed **** eyes. It seemed that Heimdall was the only one in this palace who was worthy of Haimdall's attention. Pull squarely.

   "Her Majesty Haila, you have long been abolished by the God King to inherit all the qualifications and status of the kingship of the God Realm, and you have been driven away by eternal exile. I... have no obligation to answer your call."

   "Hmph! Boring, you are still as rigid as those dirty dwarves. Why don't you introduce me, these two are my younger brothers?"

  In the still and depressed palace, Sol unconsciously clenched the hammer: "You—"

   "Get on your knees. Get on your knees and talk to me, all of you."

  Hela propped her waist with one hand in a noble manner, fiddled with her nails, and didn't look at Sol carefully, but just stared at the ring-shaped throne that belonged to Odin, with nothing else in her eyes.

   "Bastard!" "What do you want."

  Sol and Loki said "greetings" to Hela almost at the same time. The goddess of death looked at the two brothers interestingly, pointed at Loki with a sneer and said:

   "Well~ you are more like him."

  After Hela finished speaking, she walked between the two of them, walked up the steps to the throne, squinted her eyes and took a deep look when she passed the queen, Frigga, and sat on the throne leisurely.

"What do you want? It's very simple. I, the 'Goddess of Death' Hela, will lead the Asgardian protoss back to the glory of the Supreme Asgard, and let you **** **** who can be bullied by mortals take a good look! The real king , What kind of courage and power should a real conquest be!"

   Hum!

As soon as Hela's words fell, she rushed towards Sol and spread her five fingers. "Mjolnir" only struggled in Sol's palm for a moment, then suddenly rushed into Hela's hands, and was firmly held by a pair of slender hands. hold on hold.

  Loki knew that the atmosphere or mood at the moment was already serious enough, but when he looked at his elder brother Sol's dull face, he still couldn't help curling his lips and laughing.

   He held back abruptly.

   Sorry for the late update. I just returned to Shanghai in the past two days, and I have a lot of things to do. I didn’t catch up with the time when I came back from work and tried my best to write.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)