The heavy-duty transport aircraft floated from the horizon, flying quickly towards here close to the sea in the warm red afterglow. The non-reflective body covered with ablative armor looked from a distance like a bird looking for food in the millions of scattered lights at dusk.
A large black seabird, the bright and beautiful water surface was cut with a deep black scar by the airflow brought by the ultra-high-speed flight of the Tianma heavy transport plane, and the white waves surging on both sides looked like molten gold oozing out of the wound under the afterglow.
blood.
Casilios looked at Salomon standing on the edge of the cliff, holding a simple-looking spear in both hands.
This spear is not too long. It looks like it is made of brown-black wood. The handle is polished very smoothly. A line of runes engraved on it praises the upcoming victory. One can imagine its owner.
I love this weapon, but the sword and gun scars on the spear handle are visible to the naked eye, as if the previous owner was unable to repair these horrific battle scars - in fact, the spear handle is not a simple wood, but made of a mysterious, indestructible metal-like material.
It has perfect balance and weight, and is extremely strong. It is hard to imagine what kind of enemy could leave indelible scars on such a material.
The iron-gray spearhead, the size of an ordinary person's hand, looks very inconspicuous. Even under the bright star light, it still looks dull, and even has a little rust. No, that's not rust, it's the result of death from this spear.
The last traces of life under the spear, countless glory and ambitions ended here, leaving only a trace of dried blood. This weapon is like a living creature, permeating its own thoughts outwards, exuding an invisible power to the naked eye.
The dense spiritual fog whispers the lost ancient glory and desolate blessings in other people's ears, encouraging the holder to use it to pierce the enemy's body, allowing it to sip souls and taste memories.
"I don't understand why he would give this to you. That old guy will not let go of any opportunity to deceive others." Casilios looked serious, faintly showing concern, "According to the order of succession, Thor has more
You deserve this spear. What do you mean by holding this weapon, boy?"
"I said, I made a deal with him." Salomon said in a deep voice. He held the spear tightly, the soul of the weapon struggling like a snake, and finally calmed down feebly and expressed surrender to him. Behind them,
Casilios' car was parked on the grass of the pasture. They planned to take the car away instead of returning the same way, because the road to the outside world had been frozen by the chain impact of the spell barrier cast by Frigga.
, Casilios' car tires had just removed the anti-skid chains. It would be very dangerous to drive on that icy road, and it would most likely cause a skidding accident.
"The human race will go through the same path that the Asgardians have gone through. The two have the same roots and will embark on a path of convergent evolution in the future. But humans will do better and create a world that is even better than Asgard.
A powerful civilization." Salomon said confidently, "Asgardians can choose to resist or integrate into humans. Odin chose the second option, and Dropnir served as a witness to the contract. Of course, I
I also gave him some gifts."
Frigga played with the small clay hammer in her hand.
The toy-like clay hammer was shaped into the shape of a war hammer, and detailed patterns were engraved on the surface to imitate Thor's hammer. She tapped the clay hammer lightly on the armrest of the lounge chair, and after knocking out cracks, she lifted it and put it away.
He muttered a spell beside his mouth and threw it casually. The moment he took off his hand, all the clay peeled off, and a warhammer condensed from pure thunder appeared out of thin air. It quickly expanded to normal size, like a comet emitting blue light, which was difficult for humans to follow.
It flew straight into the distance at a high speed, and then disappeared into the dark clouds, causing a thunder storm in the leaden sky that lit up the entire night sky.
Next to her lounge chair, within arm's reach, were a dozen identical clay hammers.
"This thing is not bad." Frigga picked up a brand new clay hammer and shook it at Odin who walked out of the room. "What, you were taught a lesson by a young man?"
"He agreed, and I handed him the key." The aging father of the gods half-closed his eyes, looking drowsy, and there were stains of mead and wine spilled on his fluffy beard.
Very sloppy. He never mentioned the trial in the illusion, because Salomon showed strength and wisdom far beyond his imagination, so that he had to temporarily modify his conditions. "But he did not agree to the most generous conditions.
Hela is about to leave the cage. Thor cannot win this war. The contract he agreed to can only protect the people of Asgard after Ragnarok. There is no guarantee that Thor will be the final winner."
"That's enough." Frigga stared at the gloomy mountains in the distance. The green grass spreading to the foot of the mountains was still covered with white frost. Abnormal phenomena caused by extradimensional energy occurred here in endlessly. In order to prevent mortals from accidentally entering, she cast
The spell covered an entire area. "This is the last Ragnarok. Either Thor or he can break this reincarnation. They will face those ancient gods and free us all from their hands. Aspen
Gard's civilization will continue."
Odin sighed and sat down on another bench under the eaves. "I'm still not willing to give in. The last condition is obviously better." He took out a scarred small wine bottle from his pocket.
"I tried to persuade him, but he just didn't listen."
"You have always underestimated human pride. The Supreme Mage is a proud person, and so are her disciples." Frigga played with the clay hammer, "Although I also hope that Salomon can join forces with Thor or Hela, but
You and I both know this is impossible, even if it is beneficial to Asgard and Midgard. The ultimate goal of Karma Taj is human free will, and they are too proud to never bow."
The engines under the giant wings at the rear of the fuselage emitted astonishing heat. When the ramp plate of the side door of the fuselage was lowered, Casilios had to squint his eyes and endure the smoke emitted by the burned grass.
Qi. This was Casilios' first time boarding the Pegasus heavy assault transport craft. This aircraft brought him as much shock as the sky aircraft carrier he had seen before.
The aircraft, which is similar in length to the Airbus A380 but much wider, has a huge space to accommodate various equipment. In addition to conventional systems such as flight control systems, fire control systems, and gel foam fire extinguishing systems, it also has medical equipment.
systems, maintenance systems, medical command systems and other functions needed by the Guards and Salomon. As for facilities such as luxury rooms, they were canceled because they took up too much space. All crew equipment maintains a simple and pragmatic style.
.These equipment occupy most of the space of the fuselage, but the rear cargo bay can still accommodate a giant personnel carrier. Casilios' car is parked in the cargo bay behind the front ramp plate under the nose and does not occupy
Garage for troop carriers.
"The meteorological satellite and air condition analysis department reported that there are persistent thunderstorms in nearby clouds. This abnormal weather should not have occurred, but now we must leave the range of this cumulonimbus cloud before we can take off again. Meteorological analysts are studying
Whether it is some kind of meteorological weapon, in view of the possible enemy situation, the Tianma heavy assault transport boat has been prepared for battle." Hammurabi stood near the ramp waiting for Salomon to appear. He saw the monarch coming down from the car mountain.
After that, he immediately informed the monarch of the driver's situation and air condition information, and at the same time nodded politely to Casilios as a greeting. He knew Casilios's identity, and he also knew Casilios's identity.
What role did it play in the first half of the monarch's life?
"It may take about twenty minutes, but it's still within the error."
"I understand. There's no need to study this. This thunderstorm poses no threat."
Salomon thought of the gift he had sent, and it was hard to tell Hammurabi the truth. He handed the weapon in his hand to the Janissaries, "Activate the large protective force field box, put this gun in it, and wait for me
Unlock it after returning to the Immortal City. Order the foundry in the Immortal City to prepare. I also need a batch of Wakanda's refined vibranium ore, the Praetorian Guard's disintegration field generator, and then use my authority.
Retrieve the following materials from the psychic energy department, which will be used in the next work."
Hammurabi didn't ask any further questions. He stored the material list in the power armor's database, then turned around and left with his weapon, carrying out the guarding task himself.