From Gods to Marvel

The dark clouds dissipated.

The ground was a mess.

The blood of the reindeer had already stunk, and the body of the hound was still warm.

In front of Iris and Rahn, black smoke was rising from the wet mud.

Gambling is not a good thing.

Too bad Iris had no choice.

He needs revenge on the Tu family, but his current strength is not enough to achieve this goal.

If the giant is really as immortal as the legend says, then he will need an artifact to defeat the Yu Tu family.

When Odin sent down the oracle of death, he manifested a supreme artifact, an artifact comparable to Gangnir: it was Zeus's spear-Thunder.

According to his plan, he will temper the semi-finished product twice in the next few days to achieve the power to resist the Eternal Spear.

Whether from a rational or emotional point of view, he originally thought that the Yu Tu family would attack Magna first, but he did not expect that he would be the first to be unlucky.

Life and death are never multiple choices.

Iris threw the spear thunder without hesitation.

He survived.

But the situation is not getting better now.

Trim died in front of him, and Rahn revealed her inhuman strength. Together, these two points were enough to kill Iris a hundred times.

Thunder is only a semi-finished product. It does have the killing power of the weapon of the God King, but it takes a long time to recover from the damage.

Simply put, Iris cannot throw thunder again in a short time.

He also didn't have enough leverage to use the Reality Stone again.

Therefore, he can only gamble.

"You mean, the thunder from the sky killed Trim?"

Rahn came back to her senses, her eyes closed tightly, as if she couldn't believe what she saw.

“Mrs. Utu…no, Rahn.

I know, I know it's hard to believe, but like when you jump off a cliff, it actually happens! "

Iris put one hand on the ground. He tried his best to get up, but fell to the ground suddenly.

"do you remember?"

Rahn opened her eyes and she smiled.

"what?"

Iris's face was covered with blood and ash, and he looked very embarrassed.

"You said you were not afraid of me, and you asked me not to provoke you again."

Larn pursed her lips. At this moment, she was like a wild cat that smelled fish.

"Okay, I... must admit, you really scared me the moment you jumped down."

Iris felt relieved. He was sure that Rahn did not see him throwing the spear.

"Look, if you want to survive, the requirements are simple.

First, don’t advance what you just did in front of anyone.

Second, come to my office every Friday evening...you know what I mean. "

Rahn looked at Iris, and an emotion called excitement filled her chest.

"Well...I mean, I'd love to do that."

Iris breathed heavily, and it took a long time to recover.

"Yu...Lahn, why did this dog attack me, and why did it die from the thunder?"

Iris stood up, patted the dirt on his butt, and looked at Rahn with some concern.

"I will take care of these things, don't meddle in other people's business, do you understand?"

Rahn's tone was stern, but her expression was very gentle. She stretched out her index finger and gently inserted it into Iris' collar.

Iris froze, and he noticed that there was a slender and warm thing on his collarbone, gently rubbing it.

"I understand, Rahn."

He closed his eyes and tried his best to suppress the laughter that was about to burst out.

……

Over at the camp, Weda invites Magna to join him in carving up the venison.

"You are very good at using a knife. Such a level cannot be achieved by practicing for more than ten years."

Weida expertly separated the venison and deer skin, and removed the fascia. He turned his head to look at Magna, and saw that the big man moved equally neatly.

Magna stopped. He raised the boning knife in a daze and looked at his right hand seriously.

Weida looked solemn and spoke slowly.

"Can you understand the ancient language? Do you still remember that battle? Of course, there is also the sacrificial ceremony..."

Weida looked at Magna expectantly. The language he spoke had long been lost. If anyone in the world could understand it, it would be either gods or giants.

Magna understood. At first he couldn't tell whether Weida was an enemy or a friend, but when he heard the word "sacrifice", he felt like he was struck by lightning.

The carcass of the reindeer, the broken neck of Isolde’s autopsy, the truth hidden in the glacier... everything seems to be connected in series.

"Yes, I can understand."

Magna's head shot up.

thump.

He drove the boning knife hard into the chopping board.

bang.

Dark clouds gather and thunder falls from the sky.

"you……"

Weida held the boning knife behind his back and stared at Magna warily.

"I know what you want to do, and you won't succeed."

Magna angrily bumped Veda away with his shoulder.

bang.

This time the thunder was smaller.

The timing matched perfectly, and Magna cleared most of Iris's suspicions.

"He is the God of Thunder."

Weida sat on the big rock and looked at the returning Rahn fiercely.

"Trim is dead."

Rahn deadpanned.

"That's our family!"

Weida was furious. He jumped out and grabbed Lahn's neck.

"It died by thunder."

Lahn's feet were hanging in the air, her face was red, and the veins on her forehead were bulging. This was extremely painful for a mortal, but she still had a smile on her face.

"Magna...he must pay with his life."

Weida let go and Rahn fell to the ground.

Just as gods are divided into strengths and weaknesses, the power of giants also varies greatly. There is no doubt that Weida is the most powerful giant in the Yu Tu family.

"Cough, cough."

Rahn stood up, holding his throat.

"Open the war committee. We will follow tradition and ask him to fight."

A trace of fear flashed in Rahn's eyes. If Magna is really the God of Thunder, then he is one of the giant's most powerful enemies.

"On a full moon night, the Golden Lunga Chasm will never stop until death."

Weida pulled out the boning knife inserted in the chopping board and threw it far away.

Whoosh.

Click, bang.

The boning knife spanned hundreds of meters, and the blade submerged into the cliff in an instant. Several pieces of gravel shook off and fell to the bottom of the cliff.

……

Night fell again.

Iris came to a dilapidated car repair shop alone.

"Good evening, warrior."

The dwarf stood in the shadows, as if one with the night.

"Good evening, Dark Elf."

Iris's eyes narrowed slightly, he stretched out his right hand, and a small but ancient flame came out.

The dwarf's eyes lit up, like two lamps lit in the darkness.

"Eternal fire?"

He looked a little excited, almost shaking with excitement.

"It was a pleasant surprise."

Iris was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"Give me the drawings and pick them up tomorrow."

The dwarf jumped up to Iris and looked at the flames like a pilgrim.

"There are no drawings."

Iris waved his hand, and the flame slowly floated in the air.

The dwarf raised his head and looked at Iris' palm again.

"Is that...the divine weapon of the God King?"

"I think so, if Your Majesty Odin doesn't mind."

Iris narrowed his eyes and slowly tightened his grip on the spear.