Chapter 46 Go back to your Asgard

There was a dark period in Europe that lasted for nine hundred years.

From the fifth century to the end of the fourteenth century, the whole of Europe was ruled and enslaved by the Holy See.

At the same time, a large number of women were burned as witches, and the Black Death was raging in Europe.

"Save me...save me...I'm not a witch...I'm not a witch..."

Rosen wore a conical hat and Ming Dynasty clothing that was completely different from that of Europeans.

This was the first time Rosen saw the scene of burning witches.

Speaking of the woman tied to the cross, although she kept saying that she was not a witch, Rosen could feel the strong aura of black magic coming from her. She must be a witch in the same field!

"I curse you! Curse everyone here." The witch screamed hysterically.

Rosen had no intention of taking action at all. He could feel that the witch's magic power was not blocked.

The moment the witch cast the curse, Rosen saw a huge black ball appear above the witch's head.

However, the civilians watching could not see the existence of the black ball.

The black ball split into small black balls and then shot towards everyone.

A magical power emanated from Rosen's body, blocking the small black ball outside his body.

The witch tied in the middle of the cross noticed Rosen.

The two looked at each other and then looked away.

Rosen was very curious. This witch could obviously break free from her restraints by herself, so why did she have to be tied up by a group of civilians?

The villagers shouted slogans to burn the witch.

Then a handful of fire was thrown onto the pile of wood at the witch's feet.

"Ah ah ah..."

The flames engulfed the witch, and she screamed miserably in the flames.

"I curse you! Curse you! Curse you..." the witch shouted over and over again.

Rumbling--

At this moment, a dark cloud appeared in the sky, thunder roared, the sky and the earth seemed to be plunged into darkness, and soon heavy rain began to fall.

The fire was extinguished, and at this moment, a humanoid creature crawled out from the charcoal fire.

It was the witch who was burned black all over.

The witch crawled like a lizard, with only her blood-red eyes filled with hatred and gloom.

The rain couldn't wash away the burns on her body.

The villagers were so frightened that they stepped back, and no one dared to step forward.

"I did it, hahaha... I did it." The witch stood up and suddenly laughed wildly: "Betrayal, hatred, death, despair, fear, madness, cruelty, what a wonderful melody."

The black air spread over the witch's body. The witch ignored the frightened villagers and walked out of the village step by step. The villagers did not dare to stop the witch.

Wherever the witch walked, black footprints were left behind, and the plants around the black footprints withered.

Rosen followed the witch into the woods.

The witch then stopped and said, "Eastern man, why are you following me?"

"I'm just curious about what you were doing."

"You saw it, I'm practicing black magic, the Seven Notes of Hell." The witch looked at Rosen: "What about you? Why are you following me?"

"I have just arrived in Europe and need a guide."

"Where do you want to go?"

"I don't have a definite direction. I just want to experience the cultural characteristics of Europe."

"You are really brave to travel with the Black Witch." A black aura was steaming from the witch.

At this moment, four shadow demons stood up from Rosen's shadow, and their reincarnation eyes and pure eyes looked at the black witch at the same time.

The black witch took a few steps back and looked at Rosen in horror.

"Why do just a few shadow demons have such a terrifying aura?" The Black Witch looked at Rosen in doubt.

The Shadow Fiend is just a very low-level product of black magic. In most cases, the Shadow Fiend can only be used as a means of reconnaissance.

If it is against a mage, Shadow Fiend will only be abused.

Therefore, most black magicians are unwilling to practice the secret art of shadow magic.

But the four shadow demons in front of her made the black-haired woman feel uneasy.

"Are you sure you want to go to war with me?" Rosen narrowed his eyes and looked at the black witch.

"Haha... I was just kidding you." The speed at which the black witch changed her expression was amazing: "My name is Alice."

"Oh? Is your name Alice too?"

Rosen was a little surprised that the black witch in front of him was also called Alice.

Then Rosen walked with Alice. After a few days, they were now in a small town in Norway, where they saw the gorgeous aurora.

This was the first time Rosen had seen such a magnificent spectacle, but he was already used to it as the locals did.

Rosen marveled at the wonders of nature, while Alice was a little nonchalant.

"Haven't you ever seen the Aurora Borealis in the East?"

"There is also one in the far north of my Ming Dynasty, but I have never been there." Rosen answered frankly.

“What are you doing in Europe?”

"Nothing, traveling." Rosen said calmly.

At this time, Rosen heard the residents of the town discussing that there was a magical ancient tree outside the town. As long as you get close to the ancient tree, no matter what disease you have, you will be cured.

Rosen immediately became interested, and remembered that in his previous life, the SHIELD Agents he had watched once discovered an Asgard scepter in Norway. That scepter could give ordinary people powerful powers.

And the Asgard Scepter was found in an ancient tree.

"Let's go outside the town and see the ancient tree." Rosen said.

When the two came to the outside of the town, they saw a tall ancient tree as expected. There were many fruits placed around the ancient tree, which seemed to be offered by the townspeople to the ancient tree.

Rosen felt that this ancient tree was indeed emitting some kind of energy.

But this is not magic, but a very special energy. Rosen suddenly found that Alice's face became distorted and crazy.

"Alice!?"

Alice suddenly turned her head and looked at Rosen, staring at him with her bloodshot eyes, and launched a black magic without any warning.

The seven notes of hell, pain!

Rosen immediately took a few steps back, but was still attacked by Alice's magic.

In an instant, Rosen felt a splitting headache.

Rosen was quite annoyed, Shinra Tensei!

bang——

Alice was instantly knocked away by the huge repulsive force, hit the trunk of the ancient tree heavily, and then fell to the ground.

The ancient tree was also cracked by this collision, revealing a piece of silver-white stick hidden in the ancient tree. The stick was engraved with many complex and obscure patterns.

Rosen came to the ancient tree, reached out and grabbed the stick, and pulled it out of the tree with force.

Just then, a blond man came from not far away.

Rosen looked at the blond man, who exuded the same aura as the stick.

Rosen's eyes narrowed. If nothing unexpected happened, he should be an Asgard warrior who stayed on Earth on purpose.

And this stick is his weapon, and he divided it into three parts.

"This is not a good thing for you." The blond man said from a few meters away.

"I know he will magnify my inner desires many times over," Rosen said.

However, Rosen is a black magician, and controlling desires is not a problem for him at all.

What's more, this stick has almost no effect on Rosen, so its effect on Rosen's desires is also very limited.

It's like a rich man holding a poker, and the poker keeps echoing in his mind, possessing it, possessing it...

This is probably Rosen's mentality at the moment.

To put it bluntly, Rosen is just curious.

The blond man looked at Rosen and found that Rosen was really not affected by the stick.

"who are you?"

"I am a wizard." Rosen said, "Asgardian, do you know how to get to Asgard?"

"How do you know me?"

"As a wizard, it's reasonable for you to know a little bit about prophecy."

"So what are you doing in Asgard?"

"I heard that Frigga is the first god of magic in Asgard. I hope to learn Asgard's magic." Rosen said frankly.

"Sorry, I can't help you."

The blond man stayed on Earth secretly, so how could he expose himself?

Once he uses the communicator to contact Heimdall, he will be forcibly recalled to Asgard and punished.

"That's fine. You're not the only Asgardian on Earth anyway."

"Can you give this back to me?" the blond man asked, looking at the stick in Rosen's hand.

"Sorry, no." Rosen shook his head.

If the other party is willing to help, he doesn't mind selling it at a good price.

Unfortunately, the other party was unwilling, so he naturally didn't need to save face for the other party.

"I can give you gold coins, a lot of gold coins." The blond man's face was solemn and seemed a little anxious.

Rosen tossed the stick and said, "Sorry, I prefer collecting this stick to collecting gold coins."

The blond man was a little annoyed and seemed to be about to take action.

At this moment, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

When the blond man saw this scene, his expression changed, as if he had a premonition of something.

Then, a rainbow bridge fell from the sky and landed on the open space in front of the blond man and Rosen.

Rainbow Bridge!! Rosen's face showed surprise.

Looking at the stick in his hand again, he suddenly understood.

It turns out that this stick is a signal transmitter.

No wonder the Asgardian was so nervous.

When he took out the stick, he had already sent a signal to Asgard.

The rainbow left a circular scorch mark with a diameter of three meters on the open ground. In the center of the circular scorch mark, a tall man in a red cloak and silver armor was half-kneeling, holding a short-handled war hammer in his hand.

Rosen's pupils suddenly contracted. This image, this weapon... this is Thor, the God of Hammers.

"Amandil, you have violated the laws of Asgard and stayed in Midgard for a hundred years without permission! Now come back to Asgard with me and accept the judgment of the God King."

The Asgardian named Amandir lowered his head and seemed to have accepted his fate.

There was no way. He was just a low-level warrior in Asgard, and the one in front of him was Thor, the son of the God King and a man of noble blood.

Thor looked at Rosen, his eyes fell on the stick in Rosen's hand, and he reached out and grabbed it, trying to take the stick away.

Rosen immediately clenched his stick and tilted his head to look at Thor.

"This already belongs to me, you rude outsider," Rosen said.

"People of Midgard, this belongs to Asgard." Thor's tone became heavier. This was already his most polite attitude.

Thor has never been a good communicator, or rather, his way of communicating is his hammer.

Rosen smiled and raised his hand, holding out the stick.

When Thor thought Rosen was going to return the stick to him, Rosen crushed the stick with great force.

"Go back to your Asgard."