The giant wolf walked out of the darkness next to the throne. It recognized this man's scent.
Pretending to be food, a mortal pretending to be Odin.
It bared its teeth and roared in demonstration, but it did not rush to attack. On the contrary, its hind legs were still trembling slightly.
Not everyone has the courage to face a doomed battle, let alone a wolf?
It can bite off Tyr's hand, but it can't bite off the cement-like symbiote, and Deathstroke's indestructible skeleton, and its weapons, fangs and claws, pose no threat to the enemy.
Its existence was originally used to deal with the gods of Asgard. Its fur, saliva, and even its cold breath can restrain the gods.
But when fighting humans, these are useless.
Su Ming shook the God Killer in his hand, turned it into a long-handled war hammer, and slowly walked towards the giant wolf.
"Hamil, prepare the hypnotic magic. Ciri, go to Earth to get some sleeping pills."
The giant wolf is a furry doomsday, the doomsday of Asgard, but neither Su Ming, who wants to maintain Ragnarok, nor Loki, who wants to stop Ragnarok, can kill it.
Su Ming also needs this big dog to start the Wolf Winter and kick off the fall of the gods. It won't be too troublesome to capture him alive.
And it is useless for Loki to kill it. After killing the giant wolf, those who promote Ragnarok will also bring out giant cats, giant dogs, and even giants. For this reason, they will even modify the prophecy itself.
The winter of wind, the winter of swords, the winter of wolves, this is what the prophecy says.
But if it were changed to Winter of Water, Winter of Guns, or Winter of Bears, would things have changed? No, Ragnarok still happened in the end.
The Winter of the Wolf is just a sign, allowing the gods some time to prepare for the funeral before being purged, that is, the last call.
"Fenrir, I know you can understand me, and I also understand your mission. I can give you a choice. Do you take medicine and pass out by yourself? Or do you hope to be hypnotized by magic? Or my physical hypnosis?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Xili had already appeared next to Su Ming with a small box in her arms. After thinking for a long time, she asked Gin to help get animal anesthetics from the black market.
Since the giant wolf was much larger than an elephant, Gin plundered almost all the stocks on the New York black market.
In the United States, it is easy to get bullets. Ammunition of any caliber is available on the black market. At the end of World War II, if you look carefully, you can even buy Hydra energy guns.
On the other hand, anesthetics for hunting are more difficult to obtain. Regular channels require approval procedures, and the black market is also very small. Zoos and rangers do not need to purchase goods from the black market.
As a result, they searched the entire New York City and only found this small box.
Xili took out the contents and showed them to Su Ming. They were all tubes of emerald green reagents, which matched the style of the underworld.
Su Ming took it, shook it in his hand, and showed it to the giant wolf. Although he didn't know whether it needed to be taken orally or injected, the potion was good. At first glance, it looked like apple soda.
But the giant wolf just looked at him warily, the hair on its neck standing on end.
"Hamir."
The magician threw out the magic he had prepared. In order to enhance its effectiveness, Hamil also specially used the astral projection technique of Emperor Weishan, planning to knock the soul of the giant wolf out of the body, thus making it fall into a deep sleep in disguise.
But Fenrir just rolled around on the spot, avoiding the magic that seemed to be transparent energy, and roared from his mouth, his teeth that shone with cold light kept rubbing together.
Su Ming nodded: "This is your choice. In fact, I also think that physical methods are the most reliable. Don't worry, I won't let you sleep forever."
Tyr on the side also tried to rescue the giant wolf, but was immediately entangled by the mysterious guest. All kinds of black and white magic were used overwhelmingly. The dazzling magic light turned the entire hall into colorful. The Nordic God of War quickly fell into a disadvantage.
Like a forest suddenly growing out of the ground, countless slimy giant tentacles engulfed Tyr's head like a tsunami.
Not to mention coming out from inside, even the sight of the outside world is cut off.
As the Lord of Hell, all the costs of her spellcasting are paid by Hell. As long as she does not borrow the power of the ancient gods, she hardly has to bear any cost.
Mysterio didn't need her eyes to know Tyr's location and his current situation. These slimy magical manifestations were an extension of her will. They were used like her own arms. She was holding Tyr firmly. .
So she carried her giant sword and slowly walked into the jungle of tentacles. Those black and purple branches made way in front of her, allowing her to kill the trapped God of War with her own hands.
At this time, Su Ming had already used his cloak to get close to the giant wolf. Even if it tried to dodge, the speed was still too slow compared to the magic floating cloak.
The moment Su Ming touched its soft fur, the strangulation immediately spread to the giant wolf's body, firmly fixing it in the shell made of promethium metal, like a living sculpture.
Only the furry head is still exposed, and this is the only part of it that can move.
Strangler stretched out a small tentacle, forming a small knife, and began to shave the top of the giant wolf's head, scraping out a concentric circle like a target, indicating to the host that he could hit here.
The wolf's head is a very strong place, but no matter how strong the defense is, it cannot stop the transmission of the shock. Su Ming jumped on the back of the giant wolf and directly hit its head with the God-killer sledgehammer.
"Eighty-eight"
If it weren't for the fear of hitting it to death with too much force, Su Ming knocked on it several times instead of solving the problem in one go.
But the result was the same. Fenrir fainted with foaming at the mouth, and the strangulation slowly flowed back to Su Ming. The giant wolf suddenly fell to the ground softly, and the ground shook several times.
"Magic comes again." Su Ming took the anesthetic from Xili's hand, made a cut on the wolf's leg and poured the potion into it. He also signaled Hamil to drive the giant wolf's soul into the star realm.
Triple insurance is appropriate.
When he took down the giant wolf, Mysterio also took care of Tyr. She dragged Tyr's head over and the ground on their battlefield sunken into a large area, and countless tentacles disappeared like bubbles.
Her sword can only make Tyr unconscious, and this is actually the most restrictive attack method for those with self-healing abilities. Even if Deadpool is hit by her sword, he will faint.
In the enemy's sleep, the Mysterio directly broke Tyr's neck bones, pulled out his head, and at the same time used black magic to imprison his soul in the limbo of hell for later use.
"I'm done, teacher." She wiped the black blood on her face. She also had several wounds on her body, but at this time, the fine tentacles were repairing these injuries inside the wounds.
"Next time you have the chance, just pull it out. There is no need to break the neck bone. Not to mention wasting 5 seconds, the head and the entire spine will be more bloody. It can achieve a better tactical purpose."
Su Ming calmly dragged the giant wolf away by its tail, and graded Mysterio's battle smoothly.
How can I put it? She is strong enough, but not dark enough.
As a lord of hell, if you are not dark enough or ruthless enough, you will often attract the covetousness of other lords.
Cruelty, madness, chaos, evil, these words are all praise when applied to the hell lords. Only those who have these qualities, or appear to have these qualities, can gain the respect of other lords.
The essence of Mysterio is still too kind. This girl from the Russian countryside has some very simple ideas in her heart. Su Ming can only let her show darkness through imitation, but he cannot make her really darken.
Because once that happens, she will be controlled by the blood stone and become a pure demon, breaking away from Su Ming's control.
"Well, I was wrong. You still have a lot to teach me." Mysterio showed a pitiful expression as if he had been abandoned.
It seems that Su Ming's previous words, "There is nothing left to teach you," caused a misunderstanding and made her think that she would be separated from Deathstroke.
So she made mistakes on purpose just so she could continue to 'learn'.
Mysterio is now seventeen years old and has only lived with his brother Colossus for seven years. A few years ago, he was completely ignorant and had no memory.
But she has lived with Deathstroke in another timeline for ten years, and she can no longer live without her 'relatives'.
Su Ming touched her head, picked out the bone fragments in her hair and threw them away: "For you and me, our time is unlimited. You can study as long as you want. Now throw this wolf away to the border of hell.
Let’s move on.”
A big mouth that seemed to be made of shadows appeared from the ground and swallowed Fenrir. Countless tentacles like sea anemones in the mouth pulled him into hell. The mysterious guest followed Su Ming's footsteps with a smile.
Xili sighed helplessly, why do people in this world seem to be abnormal, and there are many scenes that seem bizarre or disgusting, but they seem to be commonplace here?
"The next ones are Loki and Hela." Su Ming didn't care about what the girls thought. The mask formed by strangulation faded away. He touched his beard and found a corner of the hall to smoke: "Loki is now captured by Wade.
If we hold on for dear life, we will lure Hela over to deal with it, but it will probably be accompanied by a large number of troops. After all, Hela can continue to awaken the souls of the dead from the underground."
Mysterio came closer, she put her big sword on the ground, and shook the Tyr head in her other hand: "But it may not be enough for him to attract Hela. Although he is very loyal to Hela,
But she doesn't care about him that much."
Su Ming nodded. This was another sad dog-licking story. He silently blew out a puff of smoke and cast a sympathetic glance at the dead-eyed head.
Nothing left.
"Hamil, prepare to blow up this city. Mysterio, launch a hell invasion and announce to all hell lords that the war between Hell's Border and Heim's underworld has officially begun."
The mage made some calculations and immediately left the hall to arrange the layout. If he wanted to use magic to blow up a city, he needed to prepare magic arrays at various stress-receiving locations.
Mysterio also nodded and left, returning to the border of hell to prepare. Hela is not the only one who has an army of the undead. Mysterio can also bring an army composed of various unspeakable monsters.
So for a while, only Xili and Su Ming were left staring at each other.
Ciri hesitated for a while, then asked cautiously: "If I want to resurrect Vesemir, what do I need to do?"
Su Ming looked at the cigarette butt in his hand and saw that the red tobacco gradually turned gray: "Every world has different rules, but there is a more common method, which is to find the destination of the soul, similar to the underworld or hell, and then
You go down and bring your soul back. The physical problem is easy to solve. In the future, there will be a technology called replicant, as long as you don't burn it too cleanly."