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But when they were occasionally swept by the other party's gaze, except for the ghost, Tony Stark and the others could not help but shudder. That kind of unquestionable supreme majesty symbolized that even though the old man in front of them was so old that he almost couldn't hold a weapon, he still had the power to scare the enemy.

"Why have you come? God from another world, is it because of the promise we made to each other?"

Odin tapped the armrest of the chair slowly, his majestic tone carrying some sincerity. Facing a god of equal status, he did not have the capital to be arrogant, not to mention that the other party was even stronger than he was in his prime.

The ghost shook his head calmly, then tried to raise the sign in his hand.

I was afraid that the other person wouldn’t be able to see me because the distance was too far and I was sitting too high.

[have no idea]

Well, it still has only a vague understanding of this mission. It is not good at understanding those twists and turns, so so far even if there are any clues given to it, it will not analyze and piece them together, and naturally it does not know the whole story of this matter.

"It's me." Stephen Strange calmly took a step forward. According to traditional etiquette, he should have saluted. But he was now the Void's primary conductor here, a missionary, a pioneer? Regardless of the title, he should now be doubly careful in his actions, especially around ghosts.

Stephen Strange brainwashed himself into the image of the Void under conditions that he himself was not aware of, even though he initially insisted on studying some new techniques. After all, knowledge is something that once acquired, it belongs only to oneself.

"Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme, Doctor Void sends his greetings. Through the Time Stone and the power of the Void, I have detected the impending disaster facing Asgard, the invasion of the Dark Elves. Asgard is an indispensable ally of Earth, so I have decided to correct or prevent this disaster."

When Odin heard the name of dark elves, his half-closed eyes suddenly opened.

"I remember you, the Ancient One's designated successor. Have you forged your own path now? I understand. I will take your words seriously. So, what about them?"

He glanced at those people.

The "they" here naturally do not include ghosts, because they are no longer there. Odin has a very good temper and allows the ghosts to run around in the hall to satisfy their curiosity, and even take out their weapons to chop. This is not only because older people are more kind-hearted, but also because he clearly knows that the god from another world has no ill intentions and is just purely satisfying his curiosity.

The other party does not have so many conspiracies or thoughts. He is a very pure god. Perhaps this is why he has the power he has now.

"Little Red Riding Hood, I came here to complete the mission and rescue my grandma."

Little Red Riding Hood involuntarily tightened her grip on the weapon at her waist, feeling quite nervous. Even though she knew very well that her attack might not be effective against the person in front of her, and that the other person might not have any ill intentions towards her, the feeling of oppression alone was enough to make her alert.

"My name is X, or supervisor."

In contrast, the supervisor was smiling, looking completely unconcerned. After all, he had come into contact with Abnormalities before, even if those were just for training and were almost harmless, they were still strange enough. In comparison, at least the other party looked like a human being.

"Iron Man, Tony Stark, whatever you want to call me? But you should have some impression of me, right? After all, I was there when you dropped your son with his hammer last time and gave him a test, almost beating him unconscious."

Tony Stark's tone was mostly teasing, without any respect in it. After all, he had never been interested in things like God.

Odin decided not to take this little offense to heart. After all, he was old and no longer the same person he used to be.

310 There is a record of ghosts and other unusual entities, written by the director himself

The celebratory banquet began again in Asgard, with rich food, sweet wine, and the inevitable cheers and fights.

As for who this feast was for, and why, who cared? An Asgardian thought, as long as there was wine, food, fighting, and cheering, that was enough. So after a brief moment of doubt, he put aside his worries and happily participated, without giving it any thought.

Even though this banquet came for no reason, no logic, and not even an explanation.

The only regret was that their eldest prince Thor had gone somewhere. In previous years, he could always be seen at such a sumptuous banquet, conquering all the Asgardians present with one wonderful battle after another, except for his younger brother. He would then drink the wine generously and slam the glass to the ground, expressing his unstinting appreciation for such fine wine.

But today's banquet was even more exciting. The little friend from another world won everyone's applause.

Although the Asgardians have always conquered people with force, no matter how strange the person is, as long as he is a warrior he deserves respect, but the size of the ghost really makes people think of a child with no fighting ability. However, even so, a large number of Asgardians still expressed their admiration for the ghost without hesitation. In any case, being able to come to such a banquet, or even watch the battle up close, is also a different kind of courage.

Until the other party stood in the central open space, bowed solemnly, then drew out the ridiculously small weapon and pointed it at a sturdy warrior.

"This is not the place for you, little... friend." The soldier pretended to be fierce, but when he saw the man's appearance, he softened his tone unconsciously. While coaxing him, he stretched out his hand, trying to carry the little guy away.

Then, the small bone nail hit the opponent's outstretched hand heavily, making a dull sound. The opponent's expression visibly twisted, and then he shuddered all over and looked at the other party cautiously.

A dazzling offensive and defensive battle began.

The opponent is attacking and the ghost is defending.

The attack is like a storm, but it can be defended against without any loopholes.

The ghost even stood still and never moved. Even moving was an extremely luxurious thing for the opponent. Every time the opponent attacked, he could accurately find the weak point, and then wield his weapon deftly, hitting accurately and interrupting the opponent's offensive, without exception.

The extremely exciting game attracted the attention of the brave warriors of Asgard and the cheers of the whole room.

Finally the warrior collapsed from exhaustion, while the ghost just stood there calmly and put away his weapon.

Until the very last moment, its movements never slowed down, without hesitation, and remained precise and efficient, without any mistakes.

The wind lifted a corner of the cloak, but did not lift its steps.

Even louder cheers erupted, followed by new challengers.

After a long banquet, the ghost conquered all the Asgardians present by his own strength. They surrounded the ghost and treated him with the highest etiquette.

The ghost was very satisfied with the banquet as it got the challenge it wanted. The Asgardians were also very satisfied as they saw one extremely exciting battle after another.

Everyone seemed very satisfied, except for a few others.

Tony Stark was holding his chin in his hand, lost in thought.

"I told you, didn't I? If you want to participate, you have to clear your weapons. Otherwise, your actions are just malicious mischief."

Stephen Strange looked at Tony Stark with a helpless smile as he was bewildered because he had been scolded and looked down upon by others. He couldn't even muster up the courage to be angry with him for a while.

Little Red Riding Hood was also sitting next to someone, holding her chin and thinking with him.

She went up confidently, and then fell to the ground confidently.

"What about the ghost? Okay, I know, even if it's because it's cute, but I also think I'm handsome. Why can't I be given a break?" Tony Stark complained confidently.

Stephen Strange felt a slight pain in his head as he looked at the arrogant man. He compared the length of the ghost's weapon expressionlessly, knocked on the heavy armor on the other's body, and then continued to look at the other, staring at him intently.

Tony Stark was probably really embarrassed by being stared at. He coughed heavily, then lowered his head and whistled loudly as if nothing had happened.

You asked where the supervisor was. He was taking out a notebook and writing something down with a serious look on his face, glancing at the ghost from time to time.

The opponent showed obviously superb swordsmanship and possessed strength that was disproportionate to his body size. He seemed to have a natural aura that could make anyone who saw him soften their attitude unconsciously.

That layer of white bone on the other person's body that looks like a mask? It's actually part of the other person's body tissue, and it can close and shut. There's no sign of it having a mouth for eating, but it can use the black, vine-like substance that spreads from its body to grab and digest food.

Although the other party did not show any obvious expression, it seemed to like food very much, and most of the food in the menu was edible for humans, because the other party did not seem to resist the dishes that were accidentally cut off and eaten together.

There are no eyes in the other person's eye sockets. Instead, there are pitch-black unknown objects that will make people feel extremely panic if they are looked at directly. In the process of looking at it, I can feel that the sanity value has dropped significantly. However, after showing some discomfort, the other person will deliberately avoid my sight. I am not sure why, but it is possible that it is to prevent me from getting into an accident.

The opponent seems to have a fanatical love for fighting. The preparatory movements it makes before the battle may be a signal that it is about to fight, and it does not seem to take the initiative to attack.

One side of the notebook is almost full, and there are some erased words on the top, but you can vaguely make out this sentence.

It has self-awareness, cannot speak, and relies on a very special wooden sign to express its thoughts.

As the last period fell, he sighed deeply and put away his notebook.

What he has observed so far is still too little. If possible, he would need close contact and communication to get more clues. Unfortunately, there are no employees here for him to command, and the teachings he has always received do not allow him to approach directly, even if the characteristics displayed by the other party are safe and harmless.

A good supervisor must never gamble with his or her life. This is the first priority engraved in the first rule of management code.

311 After a severe beating, the Thunder God finally came to his senses

The banquet outside was lively, and naturally it was also lively in this dream world.

Thor was soaking in the hot spring with a bruised face. The embarrassing comfort slowly surrounded him and continued to repair the scars on his body. This wonderful feeling made him wish he could stay here forever.

But this kind of thing is impossible. Even though he was almost beaten into autism, he did not give up this statement. The reckless and fearless Thor is him. His IQ is not very good to begin with. If he did not even have this advantage, Odin would probably be so angry that he would blow his beard and glare at him and give the throne to his brother.

What's more, there is a guy who can't let him rest forever.

"You reckless and ignorant beast, are you planning to give up?" Green leaned against the wall of the majestic building, his expression full of contempt, accompanied by a chuckle. Anyone who came here would probably have their blood pressure soar.

"Who said that?!" Thor, who had just been lying comfortably, suddenly stood up and retorted excitedly. "A true warrior never retreats! And I am the bravest warrior in Asgard, so I will not retreat either!"

After saying that, he climbed out of the hot spring and strode forward. When he was about to reach the dark door, he paused and his tone suddenly became timid.

"Um, is it too late to switch challenges now?"

After all, he blocked 80% of the divine power, turned his hammer into an ordinary object, and even his strong body became fragile, almost no different from a mortal. Under this premise, challenging those exceptionally brave extraterritorial gods is really a suicidal act.

He wasn't stupid! He had brains! He'd just used fighting to solve most situations, so why would he think so much? But this situation clearly wasn't something a fight could solve.

Green rarely showed any sarcasm. He just nodded and snapped his fingers, and the world behind the door changed. He also wanted to get out quickly. All his sarcasm was to motivate the other party faster, so that the other party would not really want to do it anymore. He did not want to stay in this place with the other party for such a long time!

After all, my father has always been a man of his word. Once he makes up his mind, he never changes it, ever.

Green didn't think he would be the exception. No one would be the exception. After all, his father was the great God of the Void, such a dazzling god.

His scarlet eyes flashed with undisguised fanaticism, and the dark void matter seemed to be attracted to him, piercing through the false illusion of the previous dream and almost drowning him. Fortunately, the pure power of fire prevented this from happening. Green woke up instantly, the black void slowly faded away, and the golden dream filled it again.

Green looked at the flames burning in his hands and smiled slightly crazy.

It was a close call, a close call. It was so dangerous. Just thinking about it makes one's hair stand on end. He was almost completely assimilated and swallowed by the void. After all, the void without his father's centralized control is the most dangerous thing. Even he himself can't say what he will be assimilated into by then. Maybe by then he will not be himself anymore, but a void creature that is almost the same as Pure in the shell of Green.

However, if he were assimilated, it would be his greatest honor, but he still wants to stay with his father. Please allow him to be greedy and refuse a little.

It looked at the rioting void with a pure expressionless face. As a fellow void creation, it could stop those unconscious voids, but why should it do so? It had no reason to promote it, nor reason to stop it, so it looked at the crazy Green, also said nothing, turned around and continued to stare at the warrior.

At this moment, the ghosts were circling around Jane with their eyes wide open.

"So this lady has that that that that that that right?"

Tony Stark touched his chin, trying hard to recall what he had said before.

"It's the Aether." Stephen Strange covered his face in embarrassment, his previously serious demeanor instantly shattered. "Or you could call it the Reality Stone."

[It tastes delicious]

When Stephen Strange saw this line of words slowly appearing from the sign in the ghost's hand, he seemed to have calmly accepted the reality. It didn't matter how this meeting collapsed.

"...So, as soon as this thing appeared in the world, the night elf that was bound to him appeared. Is that correct?"

"No." Stephen Strange's face was calm.

"Night elves, what do they look like?"

"Human-shaped." Stephen Strange was used to it.

"Do you think there will be a beautiful elf queen?"

"A man." Stephen Strange remained calm.

"The Elf King???"

"...We're going to have a battle soon." Stephen Strange...completely lost his composure. "Can you please talk about something more serious?"

"That can't be helped. Ghost's here," Tony Stark casually pointed at him. "You know, I didn't even bring the army with me this time. Tsk, I shouldn't have upgraded the humanoid armor and robotic units at this time."

Stephen Strange looked at the ghost in the direction the other party pointed, said "oh" and said nothing more.

After all, when he thought of the unlucky Dormammu who was torn apart by his own hands last time, he felt that his worries this time were completely unnecessary.

Perhaps he was too eager to escape his fate and neglected this point, but if that was the case, it seemed as if he was back on the old path. He did not rely on his own abilities to escape the trajectory of fate. No matter what changed at that time, it was the ability of the ghost.

Wait, how did the ghost come in? It seems like because he bumped into Stark, then invited Stark, and then Stark invited the ghost.

Oh, that's okay.

But he felt that it was not appropriate, so he looked at Odin again. After all, it was his country that was about to be attacked, so he should show some style.

Odin was very calm. To be honest, he was very old, so old that the characteristics of the people of Asgard were no longer a laughing matter to him. He would die one day, and that day would not be too far away. He saw that the trajectory of history would crush him into pieces sooner or later. When the Ancient One was still alive, he had asked about his fate many times.

Changing one's destiny is a luxury, so he placed all his chips on his son. He would no longer interfere with the destiny of others, including himself, his wife, and this country.

312 The ghost smelled a strange food aroma again today

It is difficult to verify the origin of the hatred between Asgard and the Dark Elves. Even who is right and who is wrong is just a vague unknown. However, right and wrong are not important. After all, it is only a relative issue. Besides, probably none of the ghosts will care about this matter.

Especially Tony Stark, who had been wandering in the outer space since the moment he stepped into Avogad. He only listened to half of what the people in the group said and had a lot of fun chatting in the group. Naturally, he missed some facts and truths that he urgently wanted to know.

But if he knew, would he regret it? Probably not.

Just like he knew his parents' death might not have been an accident, what was the point of being stuck in the past? Maybe one day he could develop a machine that could travel through time at will, visit his father, tell him about his achievements, and receive the recognition he had never received before.

The chat group allowed him to see countless futures, and he moved towards the future.

If he had stayed stuck in the past, refusing to move forward, he would have been the subject of much shame in the chat group, getting scolded by both the Doctor and the Cell Man. Ah, you ask why Steve wasn't among the scolds? Oh, because Steve's voices were muted.

However, that guy called Spicy Chicken Strips?, who wanted to drag the entire world into darkness, deserved to be beaten up no matter how you looked at it. He deserved it so much that even the cell members came out to despise him and yelled at him.

During this process, Jane, who was the owner of the ether particles but had never existed, also learned a truth.

That is, Thor was forcibly detained by Odin for all kinds of illogical reasons, but he was still concerned about her whereabouts. It was because he was still concerned about her that he discovered that she was completely missing.

The resentment in her heart suddenly disappeared, at least she was no longer so angry.