The black-haired woman's gaze was deep and black, almost like substance, and her high, sharp antler helmet made her more than three points taller than the rest of the creatures.

She exudes an aura of mystery and grace, as if it were the gods of myths and legends, looking down on the earth and looking down on mortals.

It's impossible to say for sure where it is, but it's safe to say that it's just as towering into the sky.

In the truest sense of the word.

The wind raged around her, like roaring monsters with teeth and claws, rolling up clouds and slapping on the black-haired woman's face.

Her long hair danced wildly in the wind, like a mischievous flower fairy jumping under her helmet.

As the surrounding clouds dispersed, a vast starry sky was gradually revealed, and above her head was the vast stars of the universe.

The surrounding area is exceptionally silent, it seems that only the sound of the wind can be heard, and the deep cosmic starry sky will dot this place with extra cold and loneliness.

It was as if she was the only creature here.

The arrogant and graceful style envelops her whole person like an iceberg, but... In addition to the depth and innumerable secrets in her eyes, there seemed to be some cunning hidden in her eyes.

As cunning as the most nimble elk.

It is this trace of cunning that breaks all her nobility and makes her look like a little woman full of scheming, very elusive, although it does not make people disgusted, but it is also difficult to make people feel good at first sight.

It's just that she doesn't seem to care about it.

On the contrary, her gaze was even more contemptuous, and she looked down on everything in front of her even more fiercely.

It's as if everything in the world is just ants in her eyes.

She has never said this idea to anyone, not even her biological sister knows, usually she looks like a good baby, trying to prove herself by doing everything she can.

But her efforts have never been taken seriously, and some guys around her sister are always inexplicably hostile to her.

"A bunch of stupid ants." The black-haired woman muttered through a slight gritted tooth.

Sure enough, everyone except her is stupid and stupid, and the ants, even her hearty and bold sister, are just as stupid.

She shouldn't have cared what those idiots think.

They were born to be ruled.

Close her eyes and calm her heart, shrewd as she quickly noticed the imbalance in her heart, she shouldn't have had these cranky thoughts in the first place, the reason why it is so. It's just that she's jealous of her sister.

Yes, jealousy.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she knew she was jealous. Jealous of his sister.

Her sister is a bit stupid, but she's a good person, huh. Bold and good person, and she's not completely stupid to be hopeless, she's still a little clever.

If anyone really thinks she's stupid, that's really stupid.

Her sister was just better at solving problems with brute force.

As for the rest. Hmph, ants.

The black-haired woman's gaze turned cold again, and her gaze fell down again, as if it had penetrated the layers of fog and clouds, and landed on the surface of a blue planet.

Over there.. Something very interesting seems to be happening.

"Midgard."

The Atrium, that is, the Earth, is a place that has been almost forgotten by the gods, but I have to admit that it is still quite important sometimes, not only the Aesirs, the Frost Giants, and the Kree have visited this barren land.

There have been wars, wars, and many remnants of the outside world.

The black-haired woman hadn't paid attention to it for a long time, and even the other gods had forgotten about it, but the familiarity that appeared today made her look there again.

Of course, she wouldn't normally see Midgard, and she's not Heimdall, but things are clearly a little different today.

She felt her breath in Midgard. Yes, it's amazing, it's like another self.

The black-haired woman knew very well that there would be no other her on Midgard, so what could have caused this effect was nothing more than the thing she used most often, the instrument, also known as an artifact.

But what's even more amazing is that... She doesn't have an artifact.

Well, as incredible as it sounds, she doesn't have an artifact of her own, her sister has one, her father has one, and the treasury of the kingdom she is in also has countless rare treasures and powerful artifacts.

But she didn't.

She has a scepter in her hand. But that can only be called a weapon, not an artifact.

It is true that a weapon that has been used by a god can be called an artifact, but that is the criterion by which mortals measure, and only mortals call gods gods.

With the eyes of a black-haired woman. She couldn't just make up something and call it an artifact.

The black-haired woman didn't care much about the fact that she didn't have an artifact, because it didn't matter, no matter how strong her strength was, it would be difficult for her to defeat her sister in force, not to mention that her country had been peaceful for a long time.

Though.. She is well aware that peace is never eternal, and that war is always on the verge of breaking out.

But she positioned herself not to charge into battle, like her sister, but to be a commander, a commander who oversaw the overall situation.

So she didn't mind if what she was holding in her hand was just an ordinary scepter or her father's thunder.

But.. That doesn't mean she's not interested in what appears at Midgard.

On the contrary, it made her more curious.

With the help of this wisp of homologous aura from the artifact, she had a vague sense of what was going on in Midgard, something very, very interesting.

Well.. With the aura of the artifact alone, she can sense what is happening in Midgard, thanks to the magical power she wields.

Yes, unlike her sister's strong strength and toughness, the black-haired woman is better at magic, whether it is demagogic magic or illusions, or the most direct and pure magic attacks.

But.. Only she knows in her heart that what she is best at is deception.

"Ants."

The black-haired woman muttered under her breath.

She tried her best to sense everything that was happening in Midgard through magic, but unfortunately, the distance was too far, and the wisp of artifact aura was so thin that it seemed as if the connection would be broken in the next moment.

Even though she was proficient in magic, she still only had access to a small amount of information.

She was trying to observe everything below.

First of all, she saw Yi Huan, the latter said that she didn't see it, but felt it, she heard Yi Huan's words, and also felt Yi Huan's almost no fluctuations in psychological fluctuations.

It's strange.,It's the first time she's seen feelings so indifferent.。。 Atrium man.

Maybe the other party is not an atrium person at all.

The black-haired woman naturally heard Yi Huan's whispers about ants and boots, but she was actually quite in favor of it, and she was also a solid supporter of the ant boots theory.

But finding the novelty of the same kind does not hide the weirdness of this atrium man.

The black-haired woman noticed the hustle and bustle.

Then soon, she realized that her guess was not wrong, and the other party was not from the atrium at all. Or maybe he's not just a very similar person to an Atrium Man.

He may look like an atrium man, but his essence. It has begun to be reversed, and it is gradually being changed in a certain direction.

A newly born deity.

The black-haired woman wasn't so sure, but she could feel the strength of the other party, the power contained in his body, such as her sister being weak, and even... Comparable to their fathers, stronger than their fathers.

She wasn't sure what it was, and with her wisdom and knowledge, she felt a lack in this moment.

And he's far more than the oddities down there.

Not far from this guy, there's another one. A deity.

The black-haired woman was sure of this, although she was a strange god, whether it was the power contained in her body or the familiar aura, it undoubtedly showed that she was a god.

The deity is a mysterious being, far from being as simple as earthlings and aliens.

Her swaggering sister certainly hadn't noticed this, and maybe her father knew, but her father hadn't told either of them.

The black-haired woman was able to discover thanks to her mastery of magic.

Magic acting on the energy plane is obviously different from power acting on the physical level, both have their own advantages and disadvantages, and it is difficult to distinguish between them in terms of destructiveness. But many other places are different.

Magic, for example, always has a lot of magical little abilities that come with it.

The country where the black-haired woman is located is full of people, commoners, nobles, warriors, and so on, and each of them is extremely strong and impossible to resist for the people of the Atrium.

But are all of them gods?

It may be so in the eyes of the people in the atrium, but the black-haired woman definitely doesn't see it that way.

She could feel that there were only three or four gods in her kingdom, their father, Heimdall and their sisters, well... Maybe their mother is half of that.

As for the others. The black-haired woman didn't know what to call her, but she certainly wasn't a god.

Maybe.. Ant?

Sounds like a good fit.

The black-haired woman quickly put away the sneer on the corner of her mouth, this is God, they are different, both in terms of strength and the essence of composition.

Somewhere below is undoubtedly a deity, albeit a strange one.

She was curious. Where did the other party come from.

For so many years, she has been in her own kingdom for hundreds of years, and she has also wandered outside for a long time, but she has not seen any other gods or gods, at most she is an alien.

But today, Midgard appeared all at once. Well, a lot of weird guys.

There must be some reason for this.

The wit of the brunette woman is adamant that she can tell herself some clues, as long as she is given some time. As well as quiet.

"Sister!"

But in the next moment, a loud voice rang out violently, and it exploded from far to near, and soon quickly closed the distance between it and the black-haired woman.

One moment it's still far away, and then the next. It was almost behind the black-haired woman.

"Sister! You're here again. ”

This is a crisp female voice, although it sounds loud, but it still can't hide the beauty of her voice, and sometimes the appearance of the voice owner can also be guessed from the voice.

The sound is good, and most of them themselves are not much worse.

"Timeel."

The black-haired woman turned around a little helplessly, obviously, it was her sister who came, although the black-haired woman didn't mind what to call when she was thinking alone, but when she really faced her sister, she still chose to call her by her name.

"What are you doing here?"

Obviously, the dark-haired woman had called her by her name before, or her sister at all, and Timeel didn't mind these little problems with the title.

She walked over with a big grin, flicked the hammer that never left her with one hand, turned it in a fierce way, and slapped the other hand on the shoulder of the black-haired woman.

Timeel didn't seem to expect her sister to answer her question, and she smiled brightly again.

"Every time you hide here, even I can find you." She chuckled.

"It's not hiding."

The brunette tried to argue, but soon realized that her sister's attention was not on it at all, so she wisely fell silent.

Timeel was in a fugue, but fortunately she was only distracted for a moment, and then the next moment, as if she had sucked the invisible saliva from the corner of her mouth, she said excitedly to the black-haired woman.

"Don't do anything, go quickly, the banquet is about to begin."

"It's a banquet again."

The black-haired woman couldn't help but complain.

"Over the past few hundred years, there have been tens of thousands of banquets. A banquet lasts for three to five days, and when you get drunk, it's a new one, why do you still have such a high level of interest? ”

She felt completely incomprehensible.

Probably only a single-celled guy like Temeel can understand.

Apparently Timmer didn't know how to answer the question, so she slapped her sister on the shoulder and twitched the corners of her mouth, laughing.

“。。 Timeer! ”

Just when the black-haired woman couldn't help but want to continue complaining, four figures rushed from a distance again, tall, short, fat and thin men and women, their faces had the same excited color as Timeer, almost instinctively ignoring the black-haired woman who fell to the side, as if they didn't see her at all.

Similarly, seeing these four guys, the black-haired woman's face turned cold again.

There was a hint of arrogance and disdain in her gaze, and there was no concealment in the slightest.

In the next moment, she blinked away from Timeel's shoulder, how to say, she was also a god, and Timeer's sister, her powers, her magic, and how much inferior to her sister.

The black-haired woman and the boys seemed to have a tacit understanding of ignoring each other, and after excitedly greeting Timeel, they rushed to the banquet together.

At this time, Timeel realized that she seemed to have thrown her sister aside again.

With a slap on the head, she quickly turned around and pulled the black-haired woman who was still in place, but as soon as she pulled... But I caught a void.

The black-haired woman's phantom that remained in place appeared in a trance with Timeer's movements, and then gradually dissipated.

Under the frowning or disgruntled gaze of the quartet, and Timeer's somewhat helpless wry smile, she shouted loudly.

"You've fooled me again! Rogie! ”