The collapsed continent of Asgard is like a cookie that has been smashed to the ground and is about to burst.

Centered on the golden pillar of light rising from the eternal fire, the flame light that cut through from under the earth's crust continued to cut through the land of the divine domain.

The Asgardian army, which had no fighting spirit, hurriedly responded to the apocalyptic disaster of the collapse of the sky, and Heimdall also jumped down from the "Sirius" early, urging the "Key of the Rainbow Bridge" in his hand to continuously transfer the position of the God's Domain army and the people with a colorful light bridge.

But at this moment, the entire Divine Domain Continent was collapsing, and no land could be spared.

The claws filled with golden flames pierced her chest, and Hela, the "goddess of death" nailed to the seabed of Asgard, no longer struggled to resist, as if the roar and chirp that could pierce the eardrums also became thin and inaudible.

The pupils of the eyes are bright gold, and in the flowing colors of the eternal flame, through the tide of the sea, through the earth, through the canopy of immortal stars in the fairy palace.

James Howlett gradually "saw" a "World Tree" that seemed to be a cluster of thousands of stars converging, extending down from the depths of the Endless Void, and its shining "rhizome" went straight into the depths of the foundation of the Asgardian continent.

In a spring that is invisible to the naked eye, the roots of "Yuktra Hill" run through it, and it connects the entire fairy palace, giving magic to this continent and giving great power to the life that lives on it.

Hela Poulsen's soul and spirit are linked to the core of the land of the gods, the "Uerd Spring", she bathes in the nutrients of the spring, and stepping on this land, Hela's life is immortal and her power is infinite.

Until they meet the eternal fire that can cut or even shatter this link.

"Hela, maybe you've misunderstood Odin all along."

A realization welled up in James's heart, and he whispered it in Hela's ear.

With the twist of the fist and wrist, from the chest through which the claw blade penetrated, the body of the "Goddess of Death" turned into pitch-black and thick smoke and dissipated inch by inch, and the wisps of black mist turned into golden sand-like points of light under the scorching golden flames, circling and flying towards the galaxy, like the scene of the death of the god king Odin.

A golden claw of an invisible substance slashed towards the "Fountain of the Vulder", and the starry spring instantly dimmed its light, like a pearl of jade and dust.

The lands of Asgard no longer crumble and crumble, and the seas no longer roar. was about to overturn, and the crumbling "Ancestral Mountain" gradually returned to calm, and the common people of the Protoss in the high gate of the boulder stopped praying to the god kings of the past dynasties and opened their eyes little by little.

The earth's glaring cracks remained, but Asgard was spared the fate of complete destruction, and in the monstrous waves and tides of division, James swayed a silver frost and stepped on the shelf of the seabed.

Surrounded by the twelve goddesses of the squire, Frigga walked to the shore of the Rainbow Bridge, followed by Heimdall and Sif's army of the Realm.

Until the figure of the "Wolf Emperor" appeared, Odin's widow was committed to crouching and bowing her head.

"The serpent of fate always carries a long tail over and over again, and the 'twilight of the gods' is fulfilled today, but it is also broken today."

The Sirius floated above Asgard's head, and the Howlett family stood on the outer armor of the starship, looking down with calm expressions.

The queen of heaven Frigga grew leisurely, and her faintly sad voice was enveloped by the power of magic, and continued to shuttle across the continent.

I, the wife of Odin Poulson, the queen of heaven, Frigga, represent the Aesirs and Warners to the king of Midgard, the strongest of mankind, and the new conqueror of the nine kingdoms of the World Tree, James Howlett. Offering the submission of Asgard. ”

"Asgard will honor the rule of the 'Wolf Emperor' and recognize your might. May your claws stay away from my people and people, may your invincible legions no longer trample on the land, and may you be the last on the road to conquest for my sons. Return to me, and may your power not only bring destruction, but also forgiveness"

When the queen finished speaking, she slowly fell to her knees in the frightened gaze of the mournful Asgardians, sobbing and sobbing.

As if a gust of sea breeze was blowing, the golden flames that rose from James' brilliant body suddenly dissipated, and he stood not far in front of Frigga with his hands down, looking at this land where there was no longer endless divine light faintly shining, and nodded slightly.

"The catastrophe that will sweep through the entire universe and cannot be avoided by every living being is coming, Asgardians, may you live and reproduce peacefully on the fertile soil of your homeland."

As soon as he finished speaking, James's toes floated lightly in the air, flying towards the starship in the sky, and the head of the silver-white wolf jumped in between breaths.

I only felt that in the indescribable realm, the nine blazing white points of light spreading from the branches of the World Tree had two more blessings on me.

Looking at the giant spaceship that slowly drove away, its speed became faster and faster, and finally turned into an ice-blue starlight and disappeared from the Divine Domain, Frigga took a deep breath, and the layer on her body was vaguely bound by fate, and it was broken completely.

"Wow! Woo whoa! ”

The stinging sound of the baby's cry suddenly sounded, and Frigga was stunned for a few seconds, and hurriedly followed the sound to find the crowd.

The woman who was unable to give birth because of the "twilight of the gods" and was forced to give birth in the ruins of a golden palace collapsed into her husband's arms.

The baby in the crook of her arm had not yet broken the umbilical cord, her limbs were fluttering vigorously, and the cry in her mouth was particularly powerful.

"Woo. It's okay, little one, it's okay."

The fetal blood and liquid on the newborn's body stuck to her body, and Frigga held the child and pinched the umbilical cord attached to her belly, held it in her arms and shook it gently.

Heimdall groped for a broken wall and sat down slowly, the Excalibur in his hand seemed to become much lighter.

The gray-white pupils looked at the sea of the divine domain without the reflection of the rainbow, and his cheeks relaxed a little, as if, what did he see.——

With the "Cosmic Rubik's Cube" as the core of energy, Sirius not only flies in the void, but also shuttles through the gaps in space, visiting the rest of the countries one by one along the branches of the World Tree.

In addition to the Asgard and its sister race, Warnerheim, the kingdom of the Warner Protoss.

The land of pure white crystals, the heavenly eternal dispersion, the aurora as brilliant Alfheim, belongs to the land inhabited by the elves of light.

This group of elves, who are indisputable, love nature and light, and have pure and vigorous life, all have outstanding appearances and are born with unique magical powers.

They are the kindest of races, especially when James emerged from the starship, and the majestic and vast life force, and the eternal flame that represents the essence of all life in the universe burned, and the elves of Alfheim bowed down in unison and offered the obedience of this kingdom.

The underworld, the realm of the undead, is a place of eternal night, cold and foggy that only the dead can reach.

It is a black-brown jungle with cobweb-like spreads and hideous branches, and there is no civilization and settlement, let alone life.

and Vat Alheim, an uninhabited planet with a withered yellow exterior and a tinge of gray.

Its surface was as desolate as it was expressed, cloudy, rocky, and without a trace of life.

This was the kingdom of the dark elves that was born earlier than the Aesir Protoss and even existed at the beginning of the universe.

They were contemporaries of Odin's grandfather, King Bulli, and were the most powerful civilization the Asgardians had encountered in their conquest of the Nine Realms.

But now the planet is left with endless wastelands and deserts, and under the raging winds, a corner of the architectural ruins belonging to the dark elf civilization will be revealed in the layers of sand dunes, telling the story of the ancient years under the twilight sky.

It wasn't until the scorching heat wave and gunsmoke-filled air were sucked into the lungs, and the world of Muspelheim, located in the abyss of the World Tree, next to the "Golden Gallen" chasm, was sounded the horn of conquest.

A lava dragon, not much smaller than Sirius, flapped its wings from the bottom of the lava sea.

As dragon's wings soared in torrents of fire and lava, the mountains and plains covered with ochre-red rocks were filled with the realm's fire creatures and giants.

The giant spewed flames into the ship, as if intending to greet the incoming foe with its massive mouth.

There is no more impregnable and uninteresting starship in the universe than the Sirius, forged from a mountain of vibranium meteorite.

The roar of bones shattering and the thousand-degree heat of dragon blood poured down like a torrential rain, and the dragon's mouth was wide open, and the flame dragon that was smashed into a mess of flesh did not even leave a complete corpse.

Legionnaires leap from the mouths of the wolf's head of the starship, and hundreds of small vibranium warplanes battle the flame giants of Muspelheim.

The "Storm Girl" rose to the sky alone, feeling the power of the celestial phenomena unique to this world, condensing the storm waves and meteorite sky fire that completely obscured the fiery red halo of the sky, and a large number of lives here were destroyed.

James jumped off the ship, facing the tide of water, the flames on his body from time to time, and the dark red and rocky skin of the flame giant just strolled forward.

On his side, Laura and Steve, Bucky, the Red Devil, the Nightcrawler and others all fought together, clearing the way for him.

It wasn't until a flame giant more than three meters tall with huge horns extending from his brow bone came out of the hole in the ground crookedly, the long sword drawn in his hand outlining the deep lava cracks, and the massive flame creatures gradually stopped the crazy battle and shrank behind.

"Flame Giant, Surtr."

If the first time he saw Odin, James still had the feeling of seeing the mythical characters appear in front of him, but at this moment, he saw the Flame Giant King, who had survived from an unknown era, but he didn't feel anything.

He glanced at the cross-shaped greatsword in Surtr's hand, which in the epic of the Aesir Protoss was known as the "Twilight Sword", a weapon capable of piercing the Divine Domain.

But at this moment, the mottled and dark, the blade of the sword was full of black-brown rust and cracks, and there was not the slightest look to speak of.

"Asgardians? No, your smell is not peculiar to the descendants of Odin! I can't remember how many years I haven't smelled it."

On Surtr's long and narrow face, the round hole nose inhaled deeply, and what exhaled was two black and red pillars of fire.

"There are some things you might forget, but this."

Rumble!

Exploding from James's eyes, and then the eternal fire that burned and rose around Huanhuan overwhelmed all the flames, and the moment it appeared, all the flame creatures and giants felt an indescribable "heat" rising from the depths of their souls, and their legs couldn't help but bend and tremble slightly.

"Ho!"

Surtr roared and slammed the Twilight Sword to the ground, flames pouring out of his seven orifices and exploding in the shape of a mushroom cloud overhead, radiating in all directions.

"Eternal Flame! My Eternal Flame! ”

The Flame Giant strode up with his giant sword, twisted his body and swung his sword and slashed down, being slashed by three sharp claws burning with golden flames, shattering into several pieces and falling to the ground.

Surtr held the sword of twilight in both hands, and the flaming red flames that surged from under his feet rushed all the way up to his fists, and shot a solid pillar of fire from the broken blade, straight at James.

It seems that he is carried away by the "treasure" that he thinks about day and night, and he still can't forget after 10,000 years.

James faced the flood of flames, as if facing a warm spring breeze, and walked up without half discomfort, until he walked in front of Surtr step by step, and the golden flames flickered, cutting off his hands.

"No, it can't be, the eternal fire is my power, even if it is taken away by Odin, it can't be harnessed by him, who are you!"

Surtr, who had not yet recognized the current situation, leaned forward, and as the figure covered in golden flames approached him, an indescribable sense of powerlessness filled the body of the Flame Giant King.

He still tried to raise his foot and blast at James, but as his legs were also cut off to the knees, he finally closed his mouth as he knelt in front of the strange figure that had robbed him of the power of the Eternal Flame.

"I have some doubts about your level of intelligence, Surtr, for the ten thousand years that you have possessed the Eternal Flame, you have only used its remnants to be infinitely arrogant savage natives"

James didn't seem to want to continue the conversation with the Lord of Musberheim, he shook his head in disappointment, and as he turned away, he decapitated with his claws and took off Surter's head with a crown of flames.

All the flame giants and lava creatures retreated like a tide, hiding in the ravines of the valleys and lava depressions.

The Red Devil teleported to James' side with the head of a flame lizard in his hand, and he was very comfortable in a world that was very similar to the dimension of hell.

"Let's go, let's go to the next stop."

Taking the head of Surtr thrown by James, Asazzo happily threw away the battle souvenir that had been chosen, happily holding the big guy who looked like a crown and a head, looked left and right, and asked in a loud voice:

"Daddy! That's what you're saying."

"After fighting the Flame Giant, let's go see the living Ice Giant again, and set off for Jotunheim, which should be the place where Odin sacrificed."

(End of chapter)