Elden Gulong in American comics

"Do you want to get him back from that one?"

Hela was a little hesitant. This woman who had flattened countless planets was also afraid. She recalled the death she had seen before and was a little undecided for a moment.

"Are you afraid?"

Gu Long looked at the goddess in front of him, who showed a hint of madness. He stretched out his fingers and ran through the long hair on the back of his head. The originally soft long hair turned into sharp thorns in an instant.

It can only be said that Hela's aesthetics are indeed different from ordinary people. Fortunately, she has a good foundation. Most people really can't support her outrageous dress.

"You have no idea what kind of spirit that is, she just glanced at me..."

"I just felt like gravel."

Hela said this, with long swords floating around her. The swords surrounded the goddess of death, but they could not dispel her chill.

"But you still want to challenge her and challenge death?"

Hela nodded and grinned a crazy smile:

"Yes, I want to become the goddess of death in the entire universe. I want to challenge her and push myself to the altar in endless wars."

After Godwin was taken away by death, Hela began a crazy killing journey. Through the ancient knowledge passed down by Asgard, she understood what a powerful god it was.

That is one of the supreme gods in the universe, the ultimate being named Death.

It is almost impossible to defeat this god, but Hela feels that as long as her power is broad enough and she brings enough deaths.

One day, she can become a being above death.

Gu Long looked at Hela, then sighed and said:

"You're just running away from the chance to fight her."

Hela was stunned, clenched her hands, and gritted her teeth and said:

"What did you say?"

"If you don't want to escape, let go of the sword in your hand and don't act like a child."

Gu Long said angrily, whipping his tail towards Hela and flying the ceremonial straight sword in her hand.

The next second, countless black roots rose from the ground, wrapping up the straight sword like a crazy python. The black aura of death became thicker, and Helheim, who had been reborn, seemed to have changed back. That cold underworld.

"what have you done!"

Hela reached out and waved, and the countless swords made by divine power flew towards the ancient dragon, about to penetrate it, but the ancient dragon just flapped its wings impatiently and knocked the swords away.

"Don't you feel that you are much weaker?"

Gu Long looked at Hela and said: "The source of your power is Asgard and Helheim."

"It's a pity that you are not in Asgard now, and Helheim is under my control at the moment."

As Gu Long spoke, the ground in Helheim began to squirm, swallowing Hela into it, with only one head still exposed.

"So, wait patiently, Ms. Hela, you are still of some use."

Ignoring Hela struggling in the ground, Gu Long took the lead in looking at the countless wriggling roots. He lay prone on the ground, stretched his long neck to the sky, and recited a eulogy in an ancient hoarse language:

"Soulless demigod, I pray to you."

"May you rest in peace in the wandering temple."

"May you return from the colorless sun one day."

"May you die right."

"The god who protects the souls of demigods, the eclipsed sun, please come here!"

As the ancient dragon chanted, the countless roots squirmed, and they stretched toward the sky little by little, and finally turned into a pillar reaching the sky and the earth.

In the Junction, the sun is sacred, worshiped by ancient dragons as their own gods, and golden trees replace the sun, worshiped by countless shining creatures.

In contrast, the eclipsed sun is the dead sun. It has lost its original color and turned into the god of death.

The chanting voice became louder and louder. It was no longer the voice of the ancient dragon, but turned into countless different voices singing the empty prayer together.

They are praying, praying for their god, praying that he can be resurrected one day, or die correctly.

At the top of the sky-reaching pillar formed by the whiskers, a golden sword tip was exposed. Golden flames poured out from the tip and mixed with the black power of death to form the unique black-gold flame of the dead prince.

The flames penetrated the column from top to bottom, and the terrifying fireworks were burning, summoning the gods of the junction.

when!

when!

when!

From the illusion, a continuous ringing of bells appeared that seemed to never stop. A moving temple came out of the void and wandered on the land of Helheim.

As the knights watched this terrifying consciousness of prayer, the sky darkened. It was clear just now that the sky was clear, but now the sky was so dark that it was hard to see.

But they did not move, nor did they dare to move. Everyone looked up to the sky. Amidst the continuous ringing of bells, the top of the long twisted column formed by the roots appeared to look at the sun.

On the outside of the black ring are white, tear-like prominences.

Just like the literal meaning, this sun has lost its original color, just like a black and white photo, leaving only black and white.

"She is coming, she must come!"

Hela shouted loudly, she already felt the feeling like a lump in her throat, like a spider crawling on your eyeballs, which reminded her of the horror of the past again.

The eclipsed sun hung high in the sky. Gu Long raised his head and could vaguely see a figure trapped in the center of the sun. The figure had a faint golden color on his body, which illuminated the darkness of the sun.

"Godwin is there."

Gu Long said, but the next second, he saw something else. A woman wearing a purple robe walked up to Godwin and gently raised his chin.

"Well, as expected of the gold that everyone loves, it can actually be soaked in a different world until death."

Gu Long complained, but the next second, a sudden change occurred.

"Die, you aliens!"

A golden-red mecha flew out of the gradually collapsing portal, carrying a nuclear bomb and crashed into the eclipsing sun.

Chapter 2: Death of the Soul

Sometimes, things return to their original course at an unimaginable speed.

Just like Tony Stark flying out of the wormhole again, he held a nuclear bomb, flew through the sky, and rushed out of the portal like a heroic warrior.

Then he adjusted his direction, and in the darkness created by the eclipsed sun, he pointed the nuclear bomb in his hand at the only thing he could see.

It was the shadow of Godwin and death in the eclipsed sun.

He wanted to do something else, but a feeling of nothingness arose in his heart, making him shiver involuntarily.

That kind of supernatural power flowed through Tony's body, and Tony's body relaxed. He let go of the nuclear bomb and fell downwards in confusion.

Tony felt very cold, as if he was sleeping on a piece of ice, and the horrible biting chill was creeping into his body.

"what is this……"

Tony muttered to himself as he looked at the body data on the armor's display, which showed that his heartbeat was getting slower and slower, and that Tony was dying.

Death is like a gentle mother, holding Tony in her arms and carrying him to the eternal end of all things.

But in the next second, a golden light pulled Tony away from the embrace of death. Gu Long grabbed the opponent's leg with his tail and dragged him back bit by bit.

The golden light was extremely warm, allowing Tony to regain some of his consciousness. Only then did he have time to look at the thrown nuclear bomb, but his eyes immediately widened.

The nuclear bomb was seen hovering in mid-air, as if it was controlled by something invisible. As Tony watched, the shell of the nuclear bomb began to decay, exposing the circuitry within it.

Later, those circuits appeared in space together with the nuclear matter in them. They were disappearing little by little, turning into the tiniest dust in the universe.

That is death, the death that comes to all things.

"She's going to look over here!"

Hela climbed out of the crack in the ground and covered her eyes in panic. She could feel the sight of death. The elusive woman was looking at the planet.

Just as Hela screamed, the goddess of death walked out of the colorless sun. She stared at the planet just as she had come here thousands of years ago.

But in Hela's eyes, the figure of death became infinitely taller, even larger than the entire Helheim. She stretched out her hand and held the planet in her hands, as if she wanted to crush the planet.

Hela knelt on the ground, not daring to look directly into the dead eyes under the hood of Death. She gasped. After thousands of years of growth, she still did not have the courage to face death.

"You don't look like an Asgardian at all!"

Thor stepped forward and said to Hela. He was not as exaggerated as Hela's reaction, but the hand holding the hammer was trembling slightly.

Hela glanced at Thor with some confusion. She suddenly grabbed Thor's right hand holding the hammer and held the hammer in her hand with force.

This weapon that she had used in the past gave Hela some courage and allowed her to stand up from the ground. At this moment, the figure of death was finally no longer huge. She became very small and turned into a figure about the same size as Hela. woman.

"It's really interesting. A soul from another world, are you longing for death?"

She walked in front of Gu Long, and Locke looked at the woman in front of him. Unlike most of the gods of death, she was not so cold, but had a mysterious charm instead.

Maybe death is not terrible, it is just a fate, a fate that everyone will inevitably experience.

Gu Long thought this way until the woman raised her head and looked at Gu Long with the empty eyes of the skull under the hood, making him shudder.

Immediately, Gu Long calmed down. Unlike most creatures, death was still very early for him.

"What are you thinking about? Do you think you won't die?"

Death looked at the ancient dragon in front of him and put a finger on the ancient dragon's body. The next second, a cold chill swam through the ancient dragon's body, making him understand that his body was not strong in the face of death.

"I just want to make a deal with you, Lady Death."

Gu Long lowered his head, and his body exuded golden light of life, expelling the power of death from his body.

Death looked at Gu Long in front of him with some curiosity: "Many people want to trade with me. Unfortunately, you should know their fate."

"Of course, I don't expect eternal life. More than that, I want the soul in your hands."

"The soul of Godwin, the Golden Prince."

Gu Long stretched his neck and looked at the center of the eclipsed sun. Godwin was sitting in it, motionless as if sleeping.

"No one can get the soul of the dead from my hand."