The Marvel and DC universes are like a world where one mountain is higher than the other.
Even if it was Thor who took away his body when he traveled through time, there are many perverts who are above his strength.
Ange can be the sixth person and act arrogant in front of opponents at the same level, but he will never be arrogant enough to think that mastering 'history' means controlling the future.
After all, he has a system and at most he has potential.
It takes time, effort and opportunity to transform potential into combat power.
Yes, he did tell Thor that this thing could not be given to the [Collector], but he never thought that Asgard's top brass would eventually put this thing directly into his hands.
Others were a little confused: "Aren't you going to give it to [Collector]?"
"Why does it have to be him?" Sif's eyes flickered. Looking at this great human hero who protected Thor and successfully killed Malekith, she found it funny: "Since [Cosmic Cube] and [Ether Particles]
If it cannot be put together, Asgard must dispose of it and put it in a relatively safe place. [Collector] just has a good reputation and is one of our investigation targets."
Volstagg spoke, and his buzzing voice was a bit like a drum: "You and Thor fought against the Chitauri together, and you are a great hero of the earth. You also personally killed Malekith, and took the [Ether Particles]
Leave it to Thor. Although Thor is not here now, before he left, he agreed with the four of us that you would take care of the [ether particles] to ensure that it is not abused."
This, this is an infinite gem!
Ange always thought that Asgardians were arrogant and conceited, but now it seems that they are still a bit cute.
As everyone knows, his shocked reaction became sincere in the eyes of Sif and Volstagg - obviously Kratos really never thought about occupying the [Ether Particles].
Sif's hands held Ange's hand and helped him close it: "We all believe that only a hero like you can ensure that it is not abused."
"Okay! I swear!" Ange's oath was sincere.
After all, [Reality Gem] is so powerful that not everyone can afford it.
Without the [Power Gem] or the [Space Gem] to help power it, as long as the scope of application of this thing is a little wider than expected, it can easily drain Ange dry.
A mere demigod serving as a battery is really not enough to squeeze out the [Reality Gem] for three seconds.
If Ange abuses it, Ange won't even use it.
His sincere eyes in awe fell in the eyes of the two Asgardians, making them more confident.
"Okay, the business is settled. Don't you want to buy us a drink?" The expression on Sif's face was a bit subtle. Is it cunning? Is it an invitation? Or is it a temptation?
Ange doesn't know.
Especially after Volstagg said "Hey! Kratos, don't think about using ordinary wine to kill us. You don't want to lose the reputation of the Olympus gods!"
This rough guy raised this cocktail party to a ridiculous level with just one sentence.
Losing people does not lose the formation.
To defeat the Asgardians, you need either a fist the size of a water jar or a wine barrel of the same size.
Ange grinned: "Follow me!"
After leading the two people across the portal, the group arrived at a large and bright basement.
"Where is this?" If he hadn't known that Kratos and Thor fought side by side through fate, Volstagg would probably have picked up his big axe.
Ange smiled mysteriously: "Please wait a moment."
He walked to the communicator next to the door and spoke a few words to the video phone. Not long after, a handsome old butler wearing a black tuxedo appeared at the door of the basement.
He bowed deeply to the two visitors with impeccable etiquette: "The identity of my young master is a very important secret. Please forgive me for your two distinguished guests. According to the young master's suggestion, I think it would be more appropriate to take you two directly to the wine cellar.
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"Wine cellar!?" Vostagg's eyes lit up when he heard this.
Following the old butler's twists and turns, the group soon arrived at an extremely exaggerated wine cellar.
This wine cellar is so big that it can fit into a Boeing 767 passenger plane.
As far as the eye can see, in the distance are rows of large oak barrels that can fit a whole person like Vostagg; nearby are wine showrooms with different decoration styles.
For example, in this recent one, there are hundreds of sealed glass bottles of wine placed on the wooden grille wall; a little further away, there are bottles of crystal clear brandy; further outside, there are vodka; there is even a special one for liquor
storage room.
Under the guidance of the butler, the three of them sat on a high central platform surrounded by countless wine cellars.
This feeling is very wonderful, like a wine king patrolling his territory, and the subjects in each territory offer their most precious wine as tribute.
"Oh my God! This place you have is great." Vostagg made a happy sound like a mouse dropping into a rice vat.
Even Sif couldn't help but shed tears of emotion at the corner of her mouth.
When the two Asgardians went to the supermarket to buy more than a dozen bottles of different good wines and put them on the table on the high table, the first batch of dishes to go with the wine had already been served by the old butler himself, pushing the small dining cart.
A well-stocked kitchen can meet the needs of the host for entertaining guests in the shortest possible time.
Sif half-closed her eyes and looked at Ange curiously.
She boasts that no one knows what a banquet is better than the Asgardians, and they know better that these drinks are not affordable for ordinary families.
Although the style is different from that produced by Immortal Palace, the two of them tasted delicious food in no time, and the wine was top-notch.
After three rounds of drinking, Sif's eyes became confused, and she quickly hooked her arm around Ange's neck: "It's great! By the way, you knew we were having troubles and felt uncomfortable, so you helped us drink away our sorrows."
of?"
"I don't know, but I can guess it by looking at your faces." Ange smiled and clinked glasses with Sif, and blew a large bottle of brandy directly.
Borrowing wine to relieve sorrow is different from "borrowing" wine to relieve sorrow!
After drinking too much, Sif's chatterbox also opened up: "Odin has been crazy recently! He didn't know why he went crazy. He punished Heimdall and raped many people..."
More than ten meters above their heads, at the front entrance of the mansion, Mr. Bruce Wayne came back with a beautiful girl in his hand. Although the appearance and figure of these two girls were compared to the widowed sister, they were only about 70 to 80% of the standard, but they were still
A rare masterpiece.
Bruce was originally very happy tonight, but when he came back, he found that the old butler was not there. He was stunned for a moment: "Where's Alfred?"
A maid said: "Mr. Pennyworth is helping to greet Master Wayne's guests in the wine cellar."
Master Bruce's facial muscles and right eyelid jumped wildly at the same time, and his good mood tonight was completely gone.
As soon as he placed the newly caught girl, Bruce saw the old butler Alfred coming out: "Wait a minute! How much of my collection did that bastard drink?"
"Three bottles of [Henri IV Grande Champagne Cognac] are gone..."
After the old butler reported the amount with a smile, the old man felt that he had some signs of myocardial infarction. Although the eight-digit check that the old butler immediately took out gave him some comfort, he still felt a sense of sadness!