Chapter 186 Loki’s Nightmare and the Cursed Warrior
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Fandral was embarrassed.
As the proudest of the three samurai, the stain of his life is in Old Bridge Town.
A dignified Asgardian warrior was knocked unconscious by a wizard at close range.
Is there anything more shameful than this?
Volstagg is really big-hearted. Maybe besides eating, he only remembers Thor.
John looked past the two of them and landed on the Rainbow Bridge.
"Asgard is really busy."
Volstagg couldn't understand the meaning of John's words, and said proudly: "Asgard protects the nine realms, so it is naturally more busy."
John applauded without sincerity, his words felt like America saying to protect the world.
However, there are some differences between Asgard, where the imperial power is supreme, and the United States, where people are replaced every few years.
At least they don't breed just because oil is popping up on someone else's doorstep.
John looked at those strange-looking people with interest.
The Nine Realms are clearly nine great kingdoms, but in the end, this race of people is full of strange things.
It looks better than the atrium. Although the skin color is different, there is not much difference at all.
This guy with goat's horns looked like a demon. John even wondered if he had gone to hell to capture people.
Fandral felt uncomfortable being with John. When Volstagg was about to say something, he spoke first: "We are taking people to the dungeon, so we won't accompany them."
John waved his hand, originally he had no intention of accompanying him.
Fandral left with the escort.
Before they were about to leave, John's eyes lingered on the masked man passing by him for a moment.
His brows furrowed slightly, and John's pupils shrank into vertical shapes.
fell on that person.
"Chaos particles."
He saw chaotic particles in the human body.
But this guy doesn't seem to be a wizard.
John watched the team leave.
He looked at the sword in Heimdall's hand again.
Heimdall calmly blocked John's prying eyes with his back.
"Speaking of which, I also know a Heimdall." A bright smile appeared on John's face, "That's a dragon."
Well, he's starting to get closer.
Show me the sword.
Guaranteed not to dismantle it.
...
The escorted team enters the dungeon.
Loki was in a cell with a bed quilt, a coffee table, and a small bottle of wine, clasping his hands behind his back and watching the prisoners pouring into the dungeon.
"Odin keeps providing me with new friends."
He didn't look like a prisoner at all.
Even if it weren't for the fact that he was in the dungeon, maybe he would be more like a nobleman on vacation.
"Really considerate."
There was a strong sense of ridicule in his tone.
Odin is once again demonstrating his majesty as the God King.
As the son of Odin, there is no difference between myself and the captured captive.
His eyes fell on the Asgardian warrior escorting the prisoners, and he lowered his eyes and thought deeply.
"That person came to Asgard?"
The throbbing that previously belonged to the Ice Box made Loki feel John's presence.
Recalling the indelible mark left on his body, his handsome face twisted ferociously.
During this period, every time he closed his eyes, the figure who was judging him could always appear in his mind.
"A witch's child?" He laughed to himself.
Do you count yourself?
After tearing open all the scars, letting the most ugly and humble side appear.
He actually spared his own life.
But the scar is so deep that blood oozes out every time the name appears in my mind.
The aloof god of trickery was deprived of everything by the mortals who looked down upon him.
Sadly, I feel ugly inside at the moment.
Loki didn't want to go out, he didn't want to face that person.
A proud god who fears mortals.
Isn't this ugly?
"Are you not interested in the book I brought you?"
Frigga's voice sounded, and Loki tilted his head.
Look at his mother.
How great would it be if all this were true?
Loki smiled, "You want me to be a bookworm for the rest of my life?"
The created mother was speaking in the tone that Loki expected, "I have tried my best to make your life as comfortable as possible, Loki."
"Really?" Loki still couldn't control himself and asked with a mocking look on his face, "Does Odin think so too?"
"And Thor..."
"I feel really bad about having them worry about me day and night."
My mother said: "It is entirely your own fault that you have reached this point."
"You brought it upon yourself?" Loki mocked, "I just exposed the lie that has deceived me all my life."
"What do you mean I was born to be a king."
Born to be a king, what a beautiful statement.
With Odin indoctrinating him day after day for years and years, he had thought he could.
It was Odin who personally weaved Loki's dream.
Not long ago, I personally destroyed this dream!
Why did you choose Thor when you were born to be a king?
I am just a proton captured in the war, a monster who should have died in the ice and snow.
"King?" Mother taught, "A real king has the courage to admit his mistakes."
“How many lives have you destroyed on earth?”
Loki tried his best to stay calm. These words of education from his mother's mouth were not a sign of his surrender and admission of his mistakes.
"That few people are nothing compared to those the great Odin killed."
"Your father."
"He is not my father!" Loki roared uncontrollably.
His mother looked at him with a complicated expression and asked, "Then am I not your mother?"
"Neither are you." After Loki finished speaking, he raised his hand to interrupt his mother.
He reached out and brushed his mother's body, ending this self-directed, self-inflicted act of hurting himself.
The green light flashed and the mother disappeared completely.
After all, it was an illusion, and that was all Loki's inner fear.
A child who speaks indiscriminately does not have the courage to continue to face it.
He didn't dare look into those tear-filled eyes.
"Sometimes I wish you could accuse me rather than ignore me."
Walking through the cell, it was empty.
His heart could not be calm for a long time.
Finally lay on the bed.
Just after he stopped.
Among those who were imprisoned in the dungeon, some began to stop.
Agrim, wearing a horned helmet mask, managed to blend in.
Just like that has been used a few times.
Cooperating inside and outside is far more effective than attacking outside.
Under the curse of Malekith, the king of the dark elves, Agrim endured the severe pain of being disembowelled and dug out a stone from his abdomen that could turn him into a cursed warrior.
Holding something in his palm, his body began to change, with red burn marks crisscrossing the surface of his body.
A stream of black smoke erupted from his body, drastically changing his entire appearance.
The barrier that could trap criminals now turned into breakable glass in front of him.
He freed many of the prisoners, and when he reached Loki, he stared at the guy in front of him.
The two looked at each other, and the cursed warrior slowly turned around.
Loki looked at his departure and calmly raised the corner of his mouth.
Suddenly he had a bad idea.
"I think you should take the stairs on the left."
The cursed warrior paused, looked back at Loki, and silently changed direction.
The movement here quickly attracted Asgardian warriors, who came to suppress it, but those prisoners were not vegetarians either.
The whole of Asgard was alarmed.
Even Thor, who was far away from the fairy palace, also discovered this scene.
He handed his girlfriend to Frigga and flew out with a sledgehammer.
John in the Rainbow Bridge narrowed his eyes and looked at Asgard.
Heimdall seemed to have noticed something. He turned around and ran towards Asgard.
John saw him running past like a gust of wind, then he drew out his two swords and jumped up high.
The two knives in his hands directly pierced a dark elf spaceship that had sneaked in invisible.
The act of tearing apart the fighter planes with his hands did not make John sigh for long. At the end of Asgard, a huge dark elf warship appeared.
Dark elf fighter jets flew towards the unsuspecting Asgard one after another.
"It's getting lively."
...
As the proudest of the three samurai, the stain of his life is in Old Bridge Town.
A dignified Asgardian warrior was knocked unconscious by a wizard at close range.
Is there anything more shameful than this?
Volstagg is really big-hearted. Maybe besides eating, he only remembers Thor.
John looked past the two of them and landed on the Rainbow Bridge.
"Asgard is really busy."
Volstagg couldn't understand the meaning of John's words, and said proudly: "Asgard protects the nine realms, so it is naturally more busy."
John applauded without sincerity, his words felt like America saying to protect the world.
However, there are some differences between Asgard, where the imperial power is supreme, and the United States, where people are replaced every few years.
At least they don't breed just because oil is popping up on someone else's doorstep.
John looked at those strange-looking people with interest.
The Nine Realms are clearly nine great kingdoms, but in the end, this race of people is full of strange things.
It looks better than the atrium. Although the skin color is different, there is not much difference at all.
This guy with goat's horns looked like a demon. John even wondered if he had gone to hell to capture people.
Fandral felt uncomfortable being with John. When Volstagg was about to say something, he spoke first: "We are taking people to the dungeon, so we won't accompany them."
John waved his hand, originally he had no intention of accompanying him.
Fandral left with the escort.
Before they were about to leave, John's eyes lingered on the masked man passing by him for a moment.
His brows furrowed slightly, and John's pupils shrank into vertical shapes.
fell on that person.
"Chaos particles."
He saw chaotic particles in the human body.
But this guy doesn't seem to be a wizard.
John watched the team leave.
He looked at the sword in Heimdall's hand again.
Heimdall calmly blocked John's prying eyes with his back.
"Speaking of which, I also know a Heimdall." A bright smile appeared on John's face, "That's a dragon."
Well, he's starting to get closer.
Show me the sword.
Guaranteed not to dismantle it.
...
The escorted team enters the dungeon.
Loki was in a cell with a bed quilt, a coffee table, and a small bottle of wine, clasping his hands behind his back and watching the prisoners pouring into the dungeon.
"Odin keeps providing me with new friends."
He didn't look like a prisoner at all.
Even if it weren't for the fact that he was in the dungeon, maybe he would be more like a nobleman on vacation.
"Really considerate."
There was a strong sense of ridicule in his tone.
Odin is once again demonstrating his majesty as the God King.
As the son of Odin, there is no difference between myself and the captured captive.
His eyes fell on the Asgardian warrior escorting the prisoners, and he lowered his eyes and thought deeply.
"That person came to Asgard?"
The throbbing that previously belonged to the Ice Box made Loki feel John's presence.
Recalling the indelible mark left on his body, his handsome face twisted ferociously.
During this period, every time he closed his eyes, the figure who was judging him could always appear in his mind.
"A witch's child?" He laughed to himself.
Do you count yourself?
After tearing open all the scars, letting the most ugly and humble side appear.
He actually spared his own life.
But the scar is so deep that blood oozes out every time the name appears in my mind.
The aloof god of trickery was deprived of everything by the mortals who looked down upon him.
Sadly, I feel ugly inside at the moment.
Loki didn't want to go out, he didn't want to face that person.
A proud god who fears mortals.
Isn't this ugly?
"Are you not interested in the book I brought you?"
Frigga's voice sounded, and Loki tilted his head.
Look at his mother.
How great would it be if all this were true?
Loki smiled, "You want me to be a bookworm for the rest of my life?"
The created mother was speaking in the tone that Loki expected, "I have tried my best to make your life as comfortable as possible, Loki."
"Really?" Loki still couldn't control himself and asked with a mocking look on his face, "Does Odin think so too?"
"And Thor..."
"I feel really bad about having them worry about me day and night."
My mother said: "It is entirely your own fault that you have reached this point."
"You brought it upon yourself?" Loki mocked, "I just exposed the lie that has deceived me all my life."
"What do you mean I was born to be a king."
Born to be a king, what a beautiful statement.
With Odin indoctrinating him day after day for years and years, he had thought he could.
It was Odin who personally weaved Loki's dream.
Not long ago, I personally destroyed this dream!
Why did you choose Thor when you were born to be a king?
I am just a proton captured in the war, a monster who should have died in the ice and snow.
"King?" Mother taught, "A real king has the courage to admit his mistakes."
“How many lives have you destroyed on earth?”
Loki tried his best to stay calm. These words of education from his mother's mouth were not a sign of his surrender and admission of his mistakes.
"That few people are nothing compared to those the great Odin killed."
"Your father."
"He is not my father!" Loki roared uncontrollably.
His mother looked at him with a complicated expression and asked, "Then am I not your mother?"
"Neither are you." After Loki finished speaking, he raised his hand to interrupt his mother.
He reached out and brushed his mother's body, ending this self-directed, self-inflicted act of hurting himself.
The green light flashed and the mother disappeared completely.
After all, it was an illusion, and that was all Loki's inner fear.
A child who speaks indiscriminately does not have the courage to continue to face it.
He didn't dare look into those tear-filled eyes.
"Sometimes I wish you could accuse me rather than ignore me."
Walking through the cell, it was empty.
His heart could not be calm for a long time.
Finally lay on the bed.
Just after he stopped.
Among those who were imprisoned in the dungeon, some began to stop.
Agrim, wearing a horned helmet mask, managed to blend in.
Just like that has been used a few times.
Cooperating inside and outside is far more effective than attacking outside.
Under the curse of Malekith, the king of the dark elves, Agrim endured the severe pain of being disembowelled and dug out a stone from his abdomen that could turn him into a cursed warrior.
Holding something in his palm, his body began to change, with red burn marks crisscrossing the surface of his body.
A stream of black smoke erupted from his body, drastically changing his entire appearance.
The barrier that could trap criminals now turned into breakable glass in front of him.
He freed many of the prisoners, and when he reached Loki, he stared at the guy in front of him.
The two looked at each other, and the cursed warrior slowly turned around.
Loki looked at his departure and calmly raised the corner of his mouth.
Suddenly he had a bad idea.
"I think you should take the stairs on the left."
The cursed warrior paused, looked back at Loki, and silently changed direction.
The movement here quickly attracted Asgardian warriors, who came to suppress it, but those prisoners were not vegetarians either.
The whole of Asgard was alarmed.
Even Thor, who was far away from the fairy palace, also discovered this scene.
He handed his girlfriend to Frigga and flew out with a sledgehammer.
John in the Rainbow Bridge narrowed his eyes and looked at Asgard.
Heimdall seemed to have noticed something. He turned around and ran towards Asgard.
John saw him running past like a gust of wind, then he drew out his two swords and jumped up high.
The two knives in his hands directly pierced a dark elf spaceship that had sneaked in invisible.
The act of tearing apart the fighter planes with his hands did not make John sigh for long. At the end of Asgard, a huge dark elf warship appeared.
Dark elf fighter jets flew towards the unsuspecting Asgard one after another.
"It's getting lively."
...
