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Seeing Johnny Blaze in complete silence.

Lockhart waved his wand again, unsealing the man's mouth.

"I'll ask again, do you understand?"

Lockhart asked Johnny Blaze again, his tone indifferent and cold.

At the same time, the basilisk on his shoulder kept spitting out its tongue at Johnny, its cold eyes silently staring at its former prey.

And around them, the illusory figures of five cursed puppets appeared again.

It seemed to be warning Johnny that he must either agree or face death again.

As if aware of his own crisis, Johnny Blaze chose to follow his heart.

"Understood, I understand."

After hearing the other party's answer, Lockhart nodded slightly.

The hostile relationship between Ghost Rider and Mephisto, coupled with the fact that the other party is quite powerful.

This undoubtedly proves that the other party is an excellent chess piece.

Therefore, he naturally would not wipe out the other party at will.

However, there is one thing on Ghost Rider that he is also very interested in, for example...

"As the price for your entry into the Vientiane World, I need you to split off a portion of Hellfire for me."

Chapter 381: Queen Frigga's Prophecy, the Fallen Mage (Two in One)

Asgard.

In the center of the vast sea of ​​stars, there is a continent that seems to have existed since ancient times, exuding an ancient atmosphere.

In the center of the continent, majestic palaces symbolize the prosperity of Asgard.

In the magnificent Golden Palace, the heroes and generals of Asgard are holding a grand banquet.

The reason for holding the banquet may have been forgotten by everyone. Perhaps it was to celebrate the end of a martial arts tournament, or to celebrate a general's birthday, or more likely everyone thought that a banquet was a great thing.

All in all, on this day which is not a special holiday, the banquet hall of the Golden Palace is bustling with activity.

An endless supply of fine wine and delicious food was delivered to the banquet hall by the servants of the Golden Palace.

The rough and wild warriors were enjoying the food while boasting loudly. Some drunk guys, encouraged by others, took off their shirts and started to collide, wrestle and fight like bulls in the middle of the banquet hall.

There were also guys nearby who were eager to create chaos and were shouting and cheering.

Although the scene was chaotic, it was full of the passion that Asgard warriors should have. Every grand banquet would turn into a big fight. This was the tradition of the Asgardians.

Their blood flows with martial spirit, and they are always full of passion for life and war, which makes them and the world of Asgard full of vigorous vitality.

Quite different from usual.

Thor, the god of thunder who had always been the center of attention of the entire banquet, now frowned slightly and sat in a corner drinking alone.

It forms a sharp contrast with the lively scene next to it.

These people seemed to know the reason why Sol was drinking alone, or seemed to know that Sol was in a bad mood, and everyone came to disturb him.

Thor kept pouring mead into the cup and drank it one cup after another as if he was drinking water.

A glass!

Two cups!

........

Ten cups!

......

Finally, Thor seemed to be uncomfortable drinking from a cup, so he started drinking from the pot.

After finishing a pot of mead.

boom!

Thor smashed the wine jug hard on the ground, making a shattering sound.

Well, generally speaking, smashing wine glasses at a banquet is a sign that the Asgardians are in a good mood.

but.......

If you look at Thor's expression, you will find that there is no joy at all, not to mention that he smashed the wine jug, as if it was a habitual behavior.

Sif, who was not far away, had been watching this scene.

Seeing the depressed Thor, he reached out and slightly pulled his golden dress, took a pot of wine and two cups, and slowly walked forward.

"Here, Thor!"

"Hi!"

Hearing a familiar voice in his ear, Thor looked up to the left, saw Sif in a golden dress, and greeted her.

Then he reached out and took the wine jug and wine glass from Sif's hands.

"Thank you, Sif!"

After hearing Thor's words of thanks, and looking at his slightly sad face, she said with some heartache.

"Thor, stop worrying about Loki?"

Well, as Thor's best friend, and also a personal participant in the previous Destroyer War in Midgard.

I understand very well why Asgard Prince Thor, the God of Thunder, looks sad.

because........

Thor's brother Loki fell under the Rainbow Bridge and may also die.

Although Sif has never had a good impression of Loki.

Because in her eyes, this guy Loki really doesn't look like a real Asgardian.

He lacks the toughness that an Asgardian should have, but is more feminine, like a snake.

Well, the girls in Asgard are quite fond of Loki though - he is the country's most famous dramatist and artist.

But she still likes warriors like Thor.

Brave! Strong! Courageous!

Sif looked at Thor in front of her, looked around and found that there were not many people around, so she lowered her head slightly and let her golden hair fall on Thor's shoulders.

He whispered in Thor's ear: "Thor, I have news for you."

"Today, the God King summoned the court wizards to hold a prophecy ceremony, which was led by Queen Frigga and my mother was among them."

"It is said that part of the prophecy seems to be related to Loki."

Having said that, Sif paused slightly, looked at Thor, whose face showed a hint of excitement, and spoke softly.

"So, Loki may not be dead."

Hearing this, Thor showed excitement on his face. He directly used the wine jug to pour a full cup for Sif in front of him, and then poured himself a cup as well.

He raised the glass and gestured, then drank it in one gulp. The glass turned over and only a few drops of wine fell to the ground.

boom!

After drinking, he smashed the wine glass to the ground with great force, making a crisp shattering sound.

At this moment, the Asgard warriors around could see that their prince's condition was obviously completely different, and he no longer had the depression he had before.

Although they didn't know the reason, they all rushed forward and drank at full speed like they did in the past.

Thor's mood was obviously better at this time.

Just like in previous banquets, he kept accepting the full wine glasses handed to him by the waiter beside him.

One sip, then...

boom! boom! boom!

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the ground was covered with broken pieces of wine glass.

Seeing this, the people around were not willing to be left behind and started to drink loudly, smashing their cups on the ground to show their excitement.

Seeing this scene, Sif, who was standing next to her, smiled faintly, as if she felt relieved.

After the banquet.

Thor, the god of thunder, reeking of alcohol, held Mjolnir in his hand, swaying slightly as he walked towards the depths of the Golden Palace.

The direction he was heading was the palace of his father, the God King Odin.

........

A dark alley in Hell's Kitchen, New York.

"Sir, I am here."

Mephisto stood at the entrance of the alley with a cane. The flickering lights on the street shone on the side of his cheek, revealing a bit of weirdness.

"I don't know, is there anything I can do to help?"

At this moment, although Mephisto had a kind expression on his face, his tone was very calm.

In other words, because of the black-robed man in front of him, most of his clones that had landed on Earth were wiped out.

No one will be in a good mood.

The man in black robe opposite did not give a direct answer to Mephisto's question.

Instead, he was silent for a moment before asking back.

"Mephisto, what do you think of Lockhart?"

"He has good strength and great potential." Mephisto pondered for a moment and said softly, "I think Ancient One should be very optimistic about him."

When I heard Ancient One's words.

Mephisto clearly noticed the black-robed man's fluctuating expression.

After confirming his guess, Mephisto smiled and continued, "This Lockhart has already come into contact with the power of the origin."

"His next step should be to break away from Vishanti's contract."

"Well, are you interested?"

The man in black, or Master David, showed a hint of greed on his face when he saw the bait thrown by Mephisto.

But, he soon became alert.

As the wizard of Kamar-Taj, he has seen all kinds of tricks of the dimensional evil gods.

The bait is wonderful.

But it costs your life.

He still values ​​his life very much.

but...

"Breaking the contract, of course I'm interested." David said hoarsely, "But I have my own way, so I won't bother you."

David simply acknowledged his identity as the wizard of Kamar-Taj.

"Mephisto, I wonder how interested you are in the defensive magic array formed by the three holy temples?"

Hear what the man in black robe said in front of me.

Although Mephisto's expression remained unchanged, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The core obstacle preventing these people from entering the earth includes the top-notch defensive magic circle formed around the earth.

Otherwise, no matter how strong Ancient One is.

Can't they fight, can't they hide?

Moreover, in the current situation, creating a clone would require a considerable price to hinder the magic circle's rejection.

They don't even dare to exert their strength too much.