As the setting sun was about to set below the horizon, the distant and desolate beat of the drum sounded in the empty banquet hall, pulling people into the grand battlefield in a second.

Asgardian traditional music is the clarion call for the ship to set sail and the war drum for the mighty Protoss warriors to go on battle.

The art developed by the oldest militaristic state in the universe is all with sharp murderous intent, the more ruthless, the grander, the more shocking.

The extravagant and gorgeous dance hall was stunned at the moment when the rapid music sounded. The cold and utilitarian that has always been hidden in the eyes of the guests with warm smiles flowed out with the rough plucked strings, the drum beat just cleared a beat, and countless elegant figures walked into the dance floor with civilized dance steps.

The tip of the shoe is like a sword, the skirt is like a knife, and under the feast of the broader Vanity Fair, there must be more mysteries.

Pairs of figures smoothly danced out of the current dance steps of the interstellar society, Hela's long black hair brushed Stark's shoulders as another pair of figures behind them skimmed the edge of the dance floor.

Rogie wore a rare off-the-shoulder white dress often worn by the goddess of Asgard, and the long hair on the sideburns was braided into several thin braids, forming a complete circle around the back of her head, holding a few dewdropping flowers, and the remaining long hair fell down like a waterfall.

Schiller wore the traditional English gown, which is the most formal of all human beings, and when paired with a monocle with a thin gold chain, it is even more old-fashioned.

The doctor seldom attends in full costume, but the wedding of the god-king of Asgard cannot be overstated.

"What do you think your sister said to Tony?" Schiller swirls around the dance floor around Logi's waist, but apparently dancing is not the subject at all on this occasion, and everyone is taking advantage of the opportunity to talk about what they want to talk about.

"Ragnarok." Logie replied without hesitation, she sighed softly, and said, "Hela is only interested in this matter now, and if Thor hadn't strengthened her too much now, she would never be here." ”

"I also just learned about the legend of this eldest princess." Schiller took a slight step back, making room for Rogie to spin, and said as if with some exclamation: "Do you think there will be a moment when Odin really feels regret?" This beautiful and powerful princess was supposed to be the masterpiece of his life. ”

"Odin regretted it a long time ago." Rogie was still so determined, when he became a goddess, there was always a coldness in his eyes that other goddesses did not have, and there was a hint of mockery in her tone: "People think that when Asgard has another princess, it is Frigga who is the happiest." ”

"But I know that every time I appear in front of Odin as a princess, it's like provoking that thorn in his heart."

"Perhaps this is the greatest revenge I can take, but in the case of Hela, the Father of the Gods cannot say a word with a clear conscience." Schiller moved, followed the drum beat to Rogie's side, the two exchanged places, he sighed lightly and said, "In any case, the highness who once moved the universe will never return, and her last legend, the mission to end the fate of the gods with her own hands, also ended the moment Thor became the God King of Light." ”

"You don't know what Tony Stark is going to do, do you?" Rogie changed the subject.

"There's no doubt that he's targeting the gods." Schiller paused slightly, as if he was deliberately hanging his appetite, and seeing Rogie's eyebrows furrowed, he continued: "But it's not a god like you, you're just a god who uses the power of the universe, and his goal is greater." ”

"Aren't you afraid that something will really happen to him?"

"Did you ask Tony that question as well, and it was aimed at me?" Rogie looked stunned for a moment, and finally shook her head, and said as if helpless: "I never thought that one day, on behalf of the Protoss, I would come to ask you humans not to put Asgard in the middle of your crazy struggle. ”

"There is no such good thing in this world." Schiller stared into Rogie's eyes and said, "You want to use the wisdom of human beings, but you 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." Rogie's eyes looked past Schiller to the other pair on the dance floor, it was Thor and Sif .

The newlywed God-King and his wife joined the dance floor to the cheers of the crowd, but Loki knew that herself, the people of Asgard, had not had the opportunity to celebrate the God-King's wedding so peacefully.

As Schiller said, human intelligence has changed all this, and they must also bear the madness that comes with wisdom.

Crazy to the point that they could have united as one and walked down this road, but they only fought each other for those ethereal emotional stimulation and gratification.

But perhaps, every intelligent creature is mad, and their love and hate make them never stop fighting, and so does Asgard.

Thor withdrew his gaze and returned to Sif with a slightly worried expression, and he wrapped his broad arms around Sif like a dutiful husband, allowing her to spin unrestricted on the dance floor without fear of bumping into anyone.

Sif also rarely wore a gorgeous dark gold dress, her hair was tied in a complex and complicated bun, and only the two strands of long hair in front of her forehead fell down, looking mature and gentle.

She looked at her future husband, still handsome, strong, and full of charming masculine temperament, and the delicacy and Sven brought by the royal dress of the god-king neutralized the wild temperament in him, he was the dream lover of all the goddesses of Asgard, Siv thought.

But he is not only her husband, but also the god-king of Asgard, the king of all people in Asgard, and the relationship between the royal family and the family has been full of confusing entanglements since ancient times, and most of them are difficult to both.

"Heimdall......" Sif spat out the name with some difficulty.

"I know, I know, Sif Thor responded to her, saying, "The Father of the Gods trusts your brother so much that he has entrusted Asgard's most important weapon, the Rainbow Bridge, to him in charge, but the restructuring of the fleet and the inevitable transfer of personnel, you should trust me and your husband, this is just a temporary pain." ”

"Of course." Sif lowered her eyes, and with another pause in the drum, she swapped places with Thor, and then danced again, and the future queen retracted her somewhat deep voice, and said as gently as she could, "Of course I believe you, Your Majesty, but I am afraid that my brother has been lonely at home for too long, and my other relatives will feel sorry for him." ”

"I see, since they have high hopes for Heimdall, then I think they are naturally willing to let more important places in the fleet be vacated for Heimdall to choose as much as he wants......" Sif exhaled softly, patted Thor's arm like a sigh of relief, the pain between her eyebrows disappeared, she looked intently at Thor's face, and used the little private time left in this wedding to admire her handsome husband.

"As I said, Sif learns quickly." Another drum beat in the air, and Friggia, still smiling softly, 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 had to deal with problems, and I am glad that I don't have to have a headache for this during the period of rapid development of Asgard. ”

"Yes, you killed my whole family, so naturally you never have to worry about it." Friggya's smile didn't even change, the gentle goddess just shook her head slightly, and said with some sighs: "It's just that you don't remember when I became the most beautiful god queen from the first mage of the nine kingdoms." Odin tightened Frigga tighter, as if to gain some security from the control.

He had long known that his beautiful lady was not as gentle as she seemed, that Odin was in favor of Thor, that Frigga was a lover of Loki, and that Odin had not mocked his wife's choice in his heart.

After all, she has long since lost her mother's support, and Loki is weak, and Odin thinks that as long as he is in power, their mother and son will not have a chance.

But now, Loki's strategizing performance proves that Odin really underestimated Loki, and if the truth really develops according to the arrangement of the father of the gods, this little son will give him a fatal knife sooner or later.

Without the power of the god-king, Odin had to count on the relationship between Frigga and his son to remind the two brothers, and even his eldest daughter, of his exploits other than the failure of family education.

"I've abdicated, there's no need to mention the past, dear, concentrate on dancing." Odin bowed his head and kissed Frigga on the forehead and said.

The drums are getting faster and faster, the music is getting louder and louder, and the smiles on everyone's faces are getting louder and louder, as if they are concentrating on enjoying the joy of dancing, or perhaps they have obtained the results they want in the intimate conversation at this moment of approaching each other.

The skirt glides through the sleek upper, the metal accessories shimmer brightly, the streamer cuts through the silky hair, and the final beat of the drum beats and the high-pitched music fall at the same time, and the arena falls to a sudden silence.

The skirt was tucked up, the hair fell, and a perfect ball was over, and the guests of all races looked at the god-king in the room, and Thor held out his arms to applaud, and everyone applauded in the manner of the host of the banquet.

Warm applause spread farther and farther through the empty ballroom, and beyond the stained-glass windows of Asgard, the golden sunset slowly sank under the bridge, and the last rays of afterglow gracefully opened the curtain of the night.

With no other drums playing, everyone in the ballroom knew that the dance was over, and they turned around and walked towards the dining and drink stations, intending to chat with their new target about what it was like to have a dance.

Stark and Hela, Schiller and Logi, Thor and Sif and Odin and Frigga all turned and walked in different directions.

And just as the last man turned his back, a breeze blew down from above the patio, followed by a dull fall.

"Bang!" A corpse fell from the sky. It was the queen of the Xi'an Empire, and everyone looked back and saw the blood and the hem of the skirt blooming on the ground at the same time, like a golden and red flower.