This piece of power armor is not the black armor previously prepared by Salomon for low-intensity warfare, but armor forged by dwarves. Marbus combined a large number of precious materials with alien technology and a hand-made servo system.
, a powerful power armor that can combine melee combat and spell-casting intensity. The thick golden armor is full of looming runes, the Uru metal armor forged by high technology and magic is indestructible, and the electronic muscle coils made of vibranium are extremely snug.
The body-fitting, soft mysterious alien material completely prevents friction damage caused by the armor to the wearer during battle.
What is even more powerful is the magical effect created by the gems inlaid on the armor. The pinnacle skills of technology and magic are integrated into this armor. This is a power armor with war as its goal. It is not as powerful as Stark's steel suit.
The fancy streamlined structure, exquisite layered design, thick armor, astonishing tonnage and high-power drive motor are all designed to take the lives of others.
A large number of invisible servants carried the chest armor and inserted the nerve probes on the armor into the pre-surgical interface. The mystic could not help but frown because of the stinging pain that followed. This kind of neuropathic pain was unavoidable. His
The nerve electrical signals were acquired by the probe and then converted into instructions for the servo system, commanding the electronic muscle coils to contract and relax in synchrony with his muscles. After putting on the armor, Salomon looked even taller than before.
The taken-off Holy Relic Cloth Robe was also put on the armor in front of the fixed shoulder armor, turning into a dark red armor robe and cloak. The energy system was lit, and the air in the secret room immediately changed due to the hot air discharged from the heat dissipation vents.
It became sweltering. But heat dissipation was a small problem. The spells fixed in the energy pipes by the mystic were triggered one by one, lowering the temperature again. He tested the operation of the electronic muscle coils on the limbs one by one, through the port cable linked to the armor.
Check the joint's servo system for malfunction.
Casilios walked around Salomon curiously.
"How much do you weigh now?"
"In terms of tonnage, Uru metal is not light, let alone a life support system. Do you see this interface? This thing can directly inject medicine into my body." As the armor's airtight process gradually
Completed, all interfaces connecting data lines and cables were closed one after another, leaving behind various wires wrapped in black rubber and several computers responsible for checking programs and debugging hardware.
"I don't even know when you came up with these things." Casilios looked at the messy computers on the table, his tone full of emotion, but Salomon could not immediately understand his thoughts.
After he reacted, he could only curl his lips to avoid saying anything pretentious. "Are you going to wear this armor to the banquet?" Cassilios asked, "In this case, Loki will not give it to you.
Your chance to slip out of the halls of the Golden Palace."
"I can cast illusions. No matter whether Loki can see through it or not, he will not stop me."
Salomon put the holy sword into the scabbard at his waist, carried the holy spear and shield behind his back, and locked them tightly with magnetic buckles. In addition, Malbus also provided him with a special pistol.
Provides long-distance shooting capabilities. He picked up the helmet with the palm wrapped in the gauntlet, took heavy steps and walked out. Thanks to the help of the servo system, this armor did not even make him feel any hindrance, as if he was wearing a thin
The clothes are as light as the clothes, but the weight of the armor does not disappear.
"And I have other things to do at the party."
"etc!"
"What's wrong?"
"I just want to tell you... watch out for the doorframe, my son." Cassilios threw the gray cloak to Salomon, "it's never wrong to have more disguises."
"You're right, Dad."
The skeleton under the throne took off its own head and placed it on someone else's cervical spine. The little skeleton patted the top of his head, as if he still didn't understand what happened. The male servant named Slow and the maid named Slow grew up.
mouth, as if still surprised by this trick that has been repeated for thousands of years.
"You should be surprised. This is the best circus in Helheim. It took me three swords to invite them! You two stupid slaves, you should..." The goddess of death laughed in the room full of dead bodies.
The palace echoed, madly seeping into every crack of the obsidian stone bricks. The male and female servants did not react at all. They just nodded mechanically and echoed the master's words with the unbearable creaking sounds from their necks -
-However, even these reactions were controlled by the goddess of death herself. Her servants had long since died and turned into well-preserved mummies. Through the skylight of the hall, the gloomy light slowly passed through the thick clouds of the planet, and the steps staggered.
Climb into the obsidian palace burning with miserable green flames, illuminating the traces left by the last battle.
She suddenly stopped scolding the slaves and carefully observed the swaying skeleton under the throne.
"Oh, is it you, my old friend!" Hela stood up from the Sword Thorn Throne. She turned around a few times dramatically, uttering an aria-like joy of meeting again after a long separation, "My dear Valkyrie,
I didn't expect you to join the circus! Hey, I recognize this sword mark, let me guess... Brunhilde, is this your head? How could it be in the hands of that untouchable... You won't
Have you fallen in love with a pariah again? Have you forgotten that Odin was furious because of this incident? I wanted to support you, my friend who once fought alongside me..."
She suddenly stopped and felt that everything around her was so boring.
"Yet I still killed you. It's such a pity. We could have been best friends." Bored, she sat back down on the high-backed throne made of countless black swords, the sharp blades cutting her body all the time.
She rejoiced because of the pain. Over thousands of years, as time passed, there were more and more swords on the throne, and the pain became more and more intensive.
For her, increasingly intense pain is the best way to stay awake.
She couldn't help but begin to miss the powerful warrior who suddenly appeared and then disappeared before the foggy winter. It was the most interesting thing she had experienced in the thousands of years since she was imprisoned in this world of death. The fierce battle made her uncontrollably excited.
Recalling the past years of war. Although she was completely unable to defeat that warrior because she was deprived of her power, the proud goddess of death believed that she could defeat that mortal through countless war experiences. The last failure was just for her to experience pain.
It was just a concession. After the warrior disappeared, she fell into a period of expectation, expecting that the warrior would return to this world to fight her. She even prepared more weapons for this - she began to order those
The stupid skeletons waved their swords, formed formations, and commanded the endless corpses to roar past the canyons, plains, and mountains of this dead world.
However, it didn't take long for her to get tired of this war without an opponent, and the silly skeleton tricks only made her more and more bored.
She began to curse under her breath, then slumped down on the throne in frustration, enjoying the company and the long silence.
During the initial period of her imprisonment, she used to vent her anger and destroy everything that could be destroyed on this planet. But now, she will only let her anger burn silently in her heart, waiting for her fate.
At the moment of escape, the long-simmering anger will burn the whole world.
She will rebuild her empire among the smoldering gray ruins.