Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 336 As Above, As Below (First Update)

The arcane mage did indeed provide timely assistance in the battle; both his Phoenix song and his chilling shadow whip were of great help. As for that thing that was far from aesthetically pleasing, with rivets on its shaft—Thor glanced at the bolt pistol in Salomon's hand.

This thing hurts a lot when you hit someone, but that's about it.

Salomon was even more astonished by the Aesir's incredible toughness. During the shooting, even though one or two bullets unfortunately struck Thor's armor, Salomon expected them to pierce through and penetrate his flesh. After all, even the Cursed Warrior had suffered significant damage from bullets crafted by Rodan himself—although the "Binding Whip" spell had played a part, the Cursed Warrior hadn't been affected by the spell long enough for his constitution to be significantly weakened.

He hadn't expected that even after the bullet exploded, Thor would remain completely unharmed. It was truly astonishing. Such physique and talent were truly enviable. There was a reason Asgard dominated the universe and possessed numerous enclaves beyond the Nine Realms; it would be difficult to find another race in the entire universe with such formidable physical strength. Moreover, judging from the current situation, the older the Aesir gods were, the stronger they became. Thor might even surpass Odin in power in the future.

This put a lot of pressure on Salomon.

"Let's hurry back to Asgard." He held out his hand to Thor, glancing at the muddy pond beside them. The pond was devoid of life; the only survivor was an old, barely moving frog. Salomon decided it was best to leave quickly, or he'd be arrested for environmental damage sooner or later. He added, "I wonder what the situation is like in Asgard now. When we left, the fighting had just reached the backyard of Asgard. Doesn't Asgard have any air defenses?"

“Yes,” Thor sniffed and grabbed Salomon’s hand. He pulled Salomon so hard he stumbled. But he eventually stood up, casually hoisting the cursed warrior’s massive body onto his shoulder, showing no sign of fatigue. “Those were defensive measures created using mountain giant technology, but they failed,” he said. “There must be something wrong inside Asgard. We still have many enemies to deal with. I’ll call Heimdall. Stand closer to me… Heimdall!”

Thor raised his head and shouted towards the sky, and Salomon also raised his head, waiting for the Rainbow Bridge to descend.

However, after a few seconds, the pillar of light that should have descended from the sky was nowhere to be seen. Thor called Heimdall again, but the Bifrost still failed to descend. This made him increasingly anxious—the situation in Asgard was far from optimistic. Just before they left, they had seen dark elf soldiers jumping off the spaceship through the window of their room. Those men wearing expressionless white masks sent a chill down one's spine the moment they appeared.

It wasn't physical, but mental. Those dark elf soldiers seemed indifferent and uninterested in anything.

Salomon was also worried because he had only recently figured out how Malekith used the Aether to avoid death.

In short, the act of the former Allfather, Bauer, killing Malekith and destroying the Dark Elves actually allowed him to survive—as he is above, as he is below, thus creating the miracle of the one thing.

This statement refers to the relationship between the macrocosm (ideas, universe, nature) and the microcosm (individual, mind, soul), which are one, harmonious, and reflective. In the process of alchemy, the spirit is liberated from matter, thus both recreating matter and reshaping the mind, which can recreate the universe.

This concept can also be narrowed down to the relationship between ethnic groups and individuals.

This is why Malekith only kept a small number of dark elf soldiers—life arises from death, and the relationship between the destruction of the dark elves and the survival of Malekith and his group of dark elves is the opposite. In other words, he sacrificed the death of his race to ensure the survival of himself and a small number of soldiers.

This is an incredibly powerful and terrifying achievement. Salomon knows that only one person has accomplished this feat of transforming life and death through the Philosopher's Stone: Nicolas Flamel, also known as Nicolas Flamel. Not counting the witch of Colin, whom he had encountered before, that was done with the power of Sithon, and the difficulty was not even on the same level. Going from life to death is always easier than going from death to life. It is said that the Philosopher's Stone he created was made from the souls of those who died during the Black Death outbreak, but no one knows the specific details.

Malekith the Dark Elf undoubtedly used a similar method to deceive Bauer, reversing the concepts of life and death. This is how he made the former Allfather believe that the Dark Elves had been completely wiped out.

"Heimdall might be busy," Thor said awkwardly.

"Excuse me..." A little girl with messy red curly hair emerged from the bushes. Thor seemed to notice her trembling legs, so he instinctively released the corpse of the cursed warrior, blocking the overly bloody and cruel scene behind him. He even wanted to turn around and whistle a couple of times, pretending nothing had happened.

Salomon wasn't so considerate; he just quietly rolled his eyes. Actually, he'd already discovered the children, but since this incident happened in a rather remote location, and there were no standard confidentiality agreements in the dimensional bag, he figured it would be better to leave as soon as possible. Otherwise, he would have already captured those three brats and signed them into contracts—given the approaching celestial convergence, there weren't many people within Kamar-Taj who could help Salomon obtain a contract.

As for the Sorcerer Supreme, he's probably no longer in this plane. Salomon touched the magical artifact hidden by his clothes.

Taking the initiative is the best defense. I wonder which extradimensional creature is in trouble this time.

In any case, they had no way to get to Asgard via Kamar-Taj.

Anduin and Newton emerged from the bushes, the largest of them all, Anduin seemingly unable to contain his companion's fervent emotions. The battle they had just witnessed was "absolutely awesome"—the magic and the hammers were unlike anything they'd ever seen before. It was something they could brag about for a lifetime, but Daenerys Hermione Lúthion wasn't satisfied.

"Excuse me... do you need help?" Dani asked in a trembling voice, whether from excitement or fear, after witnessing the savage and magnificent battle. Thor glanced at the arcane mage, and Salomon shrugged—they certainly looked like they needed help. Aside from the tangled mud in Thor's long hair, Salomon's muddy back and sweat- and dust-covered face alone made him look quite disheveled.

"Uh. If you have... if you have towels," Saul said.

“We have them,” Dani said, tilting her head back proudly. “I have lots of towels. But we can’t use them here; the community police are coming soon. Old Mark is old and slow, and it took him ages to get here after we broke the pipe. We played with that one for a while, and we got completely soaked… But I don’t think you’d run into the police, do you? That would be a huge problem!”

"Alright, young lady," Salomon said. "If you have towels and hot tea, and if we can avoid the police, we'll have to accept your help. But let me make it clear beforehand, we don't want..."

"We understand we don't want to tell anyone," Newton nodded. "We won't tell anyone."

"And my mother wouldn't mind helping you!" Dani was still beaming with excitement, while Anduin, standing behind her, was deeply worried. "She'd be so happy she'd faint if she saw you!"

"I don't want anyone to faint," the sorcerer sighed, and Phoenix on his shoulder echoed his sigh. "And we'd like you to help us find a large enough tarpaulin. Also, I hope your mother hasn't poured too much effort into gardening, young lady; Heimdall's destructive power over lawns is astounding."

I'll ask for leave tomorrow.

Please vote for me!

(End of this chapter)