When the afterglow of the setting sun was about to fall below the horizon, the distant and desolate drumbeats sounded in the empty banquet hall, pulling people into the magnificent battlefield in a second.
Asgardian traditional music is the horn for warships to set sail, and it is also the drum for powerful protoss warriors to go to war.
The art developed by the military nation with the longest history in this universe all has a sharp murderous intention. The colder, grander, and more shocking it is.
The atmosphere of the extravagant and gorgeous ball hall was stagnant the moment the rapid music played.
The coldness and utilitarianism hidden in the eyes of all the guests with warm smiles flowed out with the rough sound of string picking, and as soon as the drum beat took a beat, countless elegant figures entered the dance floor with civilized dance steps.
The tip of the shoe is like a sword, and the hem of the skirt is like a knife. Under the broader feast of fame and fortune, there must be more mysteries hidden.
Pairs and pairs of figures smoothly danced the current dance steps of the interstellar society. As soon as Hela's long black hair brushed Stark's shoulders, another pair of figures behind them passed by the edge of the dance floor.
Luo Ji rarely wore an off-the-shoulder pure white dress often worn by Asgardian goddesses. Her long hair on the temples was braided into several thin braids, forming a complete circle at the back of her head, catching several dewdrops.
The flowers fell, and the remaining long hair fell down like a waterfall.
Schiller was wearing a traditional British dress. Even in human society, this kind of formal dress is the most formal. If paired with a monocle hanging from a gold chain, it would look even more old-fashioned.
This doctor rarely attends the wedding dressed up, but for the wedding of the God King of Asgard, no matter how grand the dress is, it is not too grand.
"What do you think your sister said to Tony?"
Schiller held Luo Ji's waist and spun around on the dance floor, but obviously on this occasion, dancing was not the theme at all. Everyone was taking advantage of the closeness of the dance to talk about what they wanted to talk about.
"Twilight of the Gods." Luo Ji replied without hesitation. She sighed softly and said: "Hela is only interested in this matter now. If Thor hadn't forced her too much now, she would never
Show up here."
"I just learned about the legend of this eldest princess." Schiller took a step back slightly to make room for Luo Ji to rotate, and said as if he was sighing: "Do you think there will be a moment when Odin
Do you really feel regretful? This beautiful and powerful princess should have been the masterpiece of his life."
"Odin has long regretted it."
Luo Ji was still so sure. When he became a goddess, there was always a coldness in his eyes that other goddesses did not have. There was also a hint of ridicule in her tone: "People think that when Asgard has another princess,
At that time, Frigga was the happiest."
"But I know that every time I appear in front of Odin as a princess, it feels like I am picking at the thorn in his heart."
"Perhaps this is the greatest revenge I can take. Only regarding Hela, the father of the gods cannot say a word with a clear conscience."
Schiller moved and followed the drumbeat to Luo Ji's side. The two exchanged places. He sighed softly and said: "No matter what, the Her Highness who was once famous in the universe will never come back. Her last legend
, the mission of personally ending the fate of the gods also ended the moment Thor became the God King of Light."
"You don't know what Tony Stark is going to do, do you?" Luo Ji changed the subject.
"There is no doubt that his target is the gods." Schiller paused slightly, as if to whet his appetite. Seeing Luo Ji's eyebrows wrinkled, he continued: "But not gods like you.
, you are just a race of gods using the power of the universe, and his goal is even greater."
"Aren't you afraid that something will really happen to him?"
"Did you also ask Tony this question, and the target was me?"
Luo Ji looked stunned for a moment, then finally shook her head and said helplessly: "I never thought that one day, I would represent the Protoss to beg you humans not to get Asgard caught in the middle of your crazy struggle."
"There is no such good thing in this world." Schiller stared into Luo Ji's eyes and said: "I want to use human wisdom, but don't want to bear their madness. You know how closely the two are entangled in the human soul.
, maybe now is the time for you to pay the bill."
Luo Ji looked past Schiller to the other pair of figures on the dance floor, which was Thor and Sif.
The newly married God-King couple joined the dance floor amidst the cheers of everyone, but Luo Ji understood that everyone in Asgard, including herself, had no chance to celebrate the God-King's new marriage in such a peaceful way.
As Schiller said, human wisdom has changed everything, and they must bear the madness that comes with wisdom.
It's so crazy that they could have united as one and continued on this path, but instead they started troubles and killed each other just for the sake of illusory emotional stimulation and satisfaction.
But perhaps, every intelligent creature is crazy, and their love and hate make them never stop fighting, and the same is true for Asgard.
Thor withdrew his gaze and once again focused on Sif's slightly worried expression. Like a dutiful husband, he held Sif in his broad arms, allowing her to spin unrestrictedly on the dance floor.
, don’t worry about bumping into others.
Sif also rarely wore a gorgeous dark gold dress. Her hair was tied up in a complicated bun, leaving only two long strands of hair hanging down in front of her forehead, looking mature and gentle.
She looked at her future husband, who was still handsome, strong, and full of charming masculine temperament. The delicacy and elegance brought by the god king's royal uniform neutralized his wild temperament. He was the dream of all Asgardian goddesses.
Lover, Sif thought.
But he is not only her husband, he is also the God-King of Asgard and the king of everyone in Asgard. The relationship between the royal family and the family has been full of confusing entanglements since ancient times, and most people cannot have both.
"Heimdall..." Sif said the name with some difficulty.
"I know, I know, Sif." Thor responded to her, he said: "The Father of the Gods trusted your brother so much that he gave Asgard's most important weapon, the Rainbow Bridge, to him to take charge of. However, the fleet was restructured, personnel
Transfers are inevitable, you should believe me and your husband, this is just a temporary pain."
"Of course." Sif lowered her eyes. As another drumbeat paused, she exchanged places with Thor, and then danced again. The future queen restrained her somewhat deep voice and said as gently as possible: "Of course I do."
I believe you, Your Majesty, but I am worried that my brother will be lonely at home for too long and my other relatives will feel sorry for him."
"I see. Since they have high hopes for Heimdall, I think they are naturally willing to free up more important positions in the fleet so that Heimdall can choose as he pleases..."
Sif breathed out gently and patted Thor's arm as if she was relieved. The pain between her eyebrows disappeared. She looked at Thor's face intently, using the few words she had left in this wedding.
Private time to enjoy her handsome husband.
"I told you, Sif will learn quickly."
Another drum beat was played in the air, and Frigga, who was still smiling gently, held Odin's shoulders and spun around with brisk dance steps.
Odin's face remained unchanged, and he said in his usual low tone: "Since ancient times, no matter which royal family, relatives have been a problem that has to be dealt with. I am very lucky that I don't have to worry about this during the period of rapid development of Asgard."
"Yes, you killed my whole family, so naturally you never have to worry about it." Frigga's smile did not even fade. The gentle goddess just shook her head gently and said with some sigh: "It's just that you have always been
I don’t remember when I went from being the number one mage in the nine kingdoms to becoming the most beautiful queen of gods.”
Odin held Frigga a little tighter, as if to gain some sense of security from this control.
He had long known that his beautiful wife was not as gentle as she appeared on the surface. Odin preferred Thor, Frigga and Loki. It was not that Odin had not ridiculed his wife's choice in his heart.
After all, she no longer had the support of her mother-in-law, and Loki was physically weak. Odin believed that as long as he was dictatorial, mother and son would have no chance.
But now, Loki's strategizing performance proves that Odin has indeed underestimated Loki. If things develop as planned by the father of the gods, this younger son will give him a fatal blow sooner or later.
Without the power of the God-King, Odin had to rely on the relationship between Frigga and his son to remind the two brothers, and even his eldest daughter, of his achievements other than the failure of family education.
"I have abdicated. There is no need to mention the past. My dear, just concentrate on dancing." Odin lowered his head and kissed Frigga's forehead and said.
The drumbeats are getting faster and faster, the music is getting louder and louder, and the smiles on everyone's faces are getting warmer and warmer, as if they are concentrating on enjoying the joy of dancing, or perhaps in the private conversation at this moment of getting closer to each other,
Got the results I wanted.
The hem of the skirt slid over the smooth shoe upper, the metal accessories shone with dazzling luster, and the light flowed through the smooth hair. As the last heavy drum beat and the high-pitched music fell at the same time, there was a sudden silence in the venue.
The skirts were tied up and the hair was down. A perfect dance was over. Guests of all races turned their attention to the God-King in the venue. Thor stretched out his arms to applaud, and everyone applauded in celebration like the host of a banquet.
Warm applause spread farther and farther in the empty banquet hall. Outside the stained glass windows of the fairy palace, the golden sunset slowly sank under the bridge, and the last trace of afterglow opened the curtain of the night in an elegant manner.
When no other drumbeats were heard, everyone in the banquet hall knew that the dance was really over. So people turned around and walked towards the dining table and drink table, intending to chat with their new target about their feelings about the dance.
Stark and Hela, Schiller and Loki, Thor and Sif, Odin and Frigga all turned around and walked in different directions.
And just when the last person turned his back, a gust of breeze blew down from the top of the patio, followed by a dull falling sound.
"boom!"
A corpse fell from the sky.
That was the queen of the Shi'a Empire. Everyone turned around and saw blood and skirt blooming on the ground at the same time, like a gold and red flower.