New York. Billowing smoke and dust shrouded the city.
With Nagini as the center, the hot air waves spread in all directions.
At this moment, the dragon was like a sun that had fallen into the human world.
It was just that the melted ground and the smoke that filled the sky gave people a feeling that the Demon King had brought hell with him.
However, a white light pierced through the thick haze in the sky and shone on the melted ground. Under this beam of light, stood a majestic old man.
He was wearing golden armor and holding an oak-like spear in his hand. His mount was a pegasus, but the difference was that this pegasus had eight legs.
The old man looked very ordinary. If there was no golden armor, pegasus, and spear, he would look no different from a normal old man. He even had the unique smell of decay on his body.
But if one really treated him as an ordinary old man?
That would be a big mistake.
His name was Odin, the King of Gods in Norse mythology. He was also the master of Asgard and the surrounding nine regions.
Unlike Strange, the half-baked Odin in front of him was a true powerhouse. Even though he was old, his strength was still unfathomable.
He raised his huge head, and his ridge-like spine was bent like a bow that was ready to shoot. He ignored Strange, who was not far away.
His dragon wings were propped up, and his indifferent dragon eyes were a little more dignified at this moment.
"Odin, what are you doing here?"
The huge body was like a mountain range, and the dragon wings that covered the sky gave people the feeling that they were going to cover the whole world.
The twisted dragon horns, the sharp sawtooth fangs, and the scorching space power emitted by the black scales.
Odin sighed helplessly. Facing the terrifying beast in front of him, there was a little more helplessness in his eyes. "I promised Ancient One before that I would protect her …"
"Keng!"
Before Odin finished speaking, Nagini, who was a thousand meters away, suddenly appeared in front of Odin.
The huge arm, with a piercing sound, and the sharp dragon claws fell.
The sound of metal before was the sound of the Gungnir in Odin's hand, which looked similar to oak, blocking Nagini's attack.
It clearly looked like oak, but it emitted a metallic sound.
However, even though Odin blocked Nagini's attack without batting an eyelid, Slebnir could not withstand the force.
This eight-legged pegasus instinctively tensed up its muscles when Najini's power erupted and a terrifying force came crashing down on it.
However, this power was too terrifying, and it was not something it could withstand.
Its white fur exploded. Even with the support of its eight legs, the legendary pegasus was still unable to endure the frightening power. Accompanied by a painful whimper, with a plop, it knelt on the ground.
A trace of heartache flashed across his wrinkled old face. After all, this was an old friend who had fought alongside him for many years. He could feel that Nagini was still constantly increasing his strength.
His wrinkled hands and thick joints suddenly clenched into fists with a roar.
Within Odin's aged body, an abundant and even surging power could be felt.
"Bang!" The dragon claw, which was over ten meters long, was broken at this moment. The dragon scales on his arm seemed to have been swept by a scale-scraper. A large amount of dragon scales were scraped off, and his flesh was badly mutilated.
On the other hand?
The eight-legged pegasus had disappeared. Odin, clad in golden armor, looked at the wretched dragon that he had sent flying. A trace of helplessness flashed through his eyes.
"Can you let me finish first?"
"Wah!"
Nagini spat out a mouthful of blood.
On the surface, his arm seemed to be the most injured, but in reality, the injury on his arm was not that serious. It had only lost a layer of dragon scales, and it would be fine after a few days of rest.
What was truly serious was that in the clash earlier, the power of the Gungnir had followed his arm and directly corroded his body. This was why Nagini had spat out blood earlier.
Looking at the seemingly ordinary but actually unfathomable Odin, his brutal dragon eyes flickered.
"How long can you live?"
Odin shook his head. Facing the problem given by Nagini, he calmly asked, "I don't know, how long do you think I can live?"
Taking a deep breath and feeling his arm gradually recovering, Nagini's eyes flashed with a hint of threat.
"Odin, do you know what this means?"
Of course, Odin knew what this meant. He didn't want to offend Nagini. This was just like how he would consciously make friends with the Ancient One. Otherwise, why would the earth look out of place with the other eight realms in the nine realms ruled by Asgard?
Because the seemingly inconspicuous earth has a powerhouse like the Ancient One, and this kind of powerhouse is worth compromising.
If you can make friends with him, it's best to make friends with him.
If you can't?
Then it's best not to become enemies.
This was Odin's habit and style of doing things for so many years, but Nagini's situation was a bit special.
Taking a deep breath, although there was a bit of helplessness on Odin's face, his eyes were very firm. "There is no other way, even without the Ancient One, the earth belongs to one of the Nine Realms. This is my duty."
As soon as his voice fell, Nagini was silent.
Not far away, Strange didn't know what was going on in his mind. He actually secretly wanted to attack Nagini.
How should I put it?
If Strange followed closely behind when Odin and Nagini were fighting, maybe he could really cause some trouble to Nagini, and maybe even kill the current Nagini.
But unfortunately, Strange's speed is too slow. Although everyone is at the same level, a novice like him can't keep up with the rhythm of the battle between Nagini and Odin at all.
So with Nagini's irritated dragon roar, Strange, who was just about to attack.
Looking at the dragon tail that suddenly appeared in front of him, he couldn't help but dodge in a panic.
After dealing with Strange, Nagini looked at Odin not far away. Under the dragon head covered with dragon scales, there was a disturbing indifference in his ferocious eyes:
"Why?"
When Strange attacked, Odin could have taken the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. It was even possible that Nagini would have been seriously injured and not just spat out a mouthful of blood.
But Odin didn't make a move.
Did he not want to shed all pretenses?
Or did Odin not have the ability to shed all pretenses?
Facing Nagini's question, Odin didn't say anything and just calmly looked at him.
Their eyes met, and time ticked by.
In the end, Nagini took a deep look at Odin and said, "The day you die will be the day Asgard is destroyed!"
The dragon wings that blotted out the sky unfolded, and Nagini's figure gradually disappeared from the ruins under the escort of the spatial storm.
Looking at the departing Nagini, the silent Strange's expression changed. No one knew what he was thinking, but he suddenly raised his head and looked at Godking Odin.
"What happened back then?"
Who is the person Nagini is waiting for?
What secret does the Black Panther God have that is worth Nagini killing him?
And why did Odin come to help him?
He doesn't believe that this is just because of the friendship between Godking Odin and his Master, Ancient One, so something must have happened back then!
However, facing Strange's question, Odin frowned and glanced at Strange coldly:
"You don't need to know."
Strange, who was obviously not satisfied with the answer given by Ultron, looked up at Odin and said word by word, "But the God of Wakanda is dead."
However, what Strange didn't expect was that Odin shook his head and replied indifferently, "Only when he is dead can he keep secrets."
Colorful light flashed, and after giving Strange a cold look, Godking Odin's figure disappeared from New York.
Watching the other party leave, and after understanding the threat contained in Odin's last look, Strange's face couldn't help but become more and more ugly.
It's just that he didn't know that under the guidance of Bifrost, the seemingly unfathomable Odin returned to Asgard.
A strange flush suddenly appeared on his face.
Then with a "poof" sound, blood was spat out from his mouth, followed by a crazy cough, as if his lungs were about to be coughed out.
At the same time, as the blood was spat out, Godking Odin's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.
As the controller of Bifrost, Heimdall, who is also the Guardian of Asgard, even if he is the person who knows Odin the best, he couldn't help but be stunned at this moment.
He ran over in a panic and tried to help Odin up.
However, before he could reach out, he coughed violently, and in order to endure, the blue veins on his skinny palm jumped out.
But even in such pain, Odin still waved his hand, motioning Heimdall not to help him.
Odin is a proud person. He is confident and powerful. Even if he is old, he still doesn't want others to see him in a sorry state, and he wants to see others help him.
He just looked at Odin who was half-kneeling on the ground, clenching his fists, and trembling.
A complicated look flashed in Heimdall's eyes: "Is it worth it?"
Raising his head, his pale face without a trace of blood, the blood at the corner of his mouth, and his scattered hair made Odin look extremely embarrassed at this moment, and he didn't look as unpredictable as before.
And in the face of Heimdall's question?
Odin nodded. Although he looked very weak, he said in a firm tone: "It's worth it, everything is for Asgard."
However, as the patron saint of Asgard and also Odin's close friend, Heimdall's eyes flashed with pity. "Have you thought about it? If you fail, you won't be saving Asgard, but destroying it."
Two years ago, Odin did a terrible thing. Because it was Odin's decision, Heimdall didn't want to say much, but today?
Looking at Odin's sorry state, Heimdall hesitated.
However, in the next second, Odin smiled bitterly, and a touch of madness flashed in his eyes:
"I don't care so much, this is the only thing I can do."
Looking at Odin's firm and even paranoid gaze, Heimdall sighed, and no one knew what he was thinking. He cursed: "Damn Earth Wizard!"
At the same time, Earth, Antarctica.
The awakened Ultron was tapping the Soul Gem between his eyebrows.
The damage to his soul caused a serious decline in his computing ability, but this was not a big deal, because the important thing was that he knew that the world was about to become lively.
Nagini, the strongest Superhero in history.
A monster with the power to overturn everything in the truest sense. Although many people said that he was also a monster, Ultron knew very well that compared to Nagini, he was nothing.
Two years ago, everyone said that the monster was dead.
Two years later, the monster came back.
Ultron was very curious. When the news of Nagini's return spread throughout the world, how ugly would the faces of those who had been blocking the news of Nagini in the past two years be?
But this was not important, at least for the current Ultron, he had more important things to do.
In the experimental base that was frozen under the ice sheet, the metal door marked 001 in front of Ultron was opened under the control of Ultron.
"Da da da!"
Although it was metal, because of the excellent shock absorption effect, the sound of the soles of the feet colliding with the ground was not the sound of metal colliding.
Walking in the arc-shaped experimental passage, Ultron hesitated for a moment when he passed by the 002 door, but in the end, he collapsed and went directly to the 004 door.
"Click!"
The special metal door was opened. The structure of the 004 laboratory was actually not much different from the 001 laboratory where the Soul Gem was stored.
The only difference was that in the 001 laboratory, on the metal throne, sat the Ultron robot.
In the 004 laboratory, a transparent special glass tube was filled with a black, petroleum-like liquid.
Probably sensing the noise outside, the ball of oil-like liquid began to squirm. However, this disgusting and even evil creature did not have any intention of attacking. Instead, it curled up its entire body out of fear.
Looking at the frightened look of the riot, Ultron nodded with satisfaction.
He tapped on the glass tube with his metal fingers and asked the question he often asked in the past two years.
"Riot, tell me, where is Nagini's child?"
The squirming black liquid finally converged into a mask with sharp fangs in mid-air. There were no pupils, and the pale eyeballs looked at Ultron in front of it.
"She's dead."
However, this answer obviously did not satisfy Ultron.
Taking a deep look at the other party, Ultron tried to make himself look kinder.
Although in the past two years, his patience with the other party was about to be exhausted, the reappearance of Nagini made Ultron regain his confidence in the riot.
Taking a deep breath, Ultron's eyes became more serious.
"Riot, you don't have to do this. You and I both know that if the host of the symbiotic body doesn't die, the symbiotic body won't die either.
Sam is dead, you are not dead, so your host is Nagini's child. "
The squirming body inadvertently stiffened, which was proof of panic.
However, what made Ultron even more disappointed was that, just like the many times he had asked in the past two years, Riot had told him everything, even the coordinates of his symbiotic body's planet, but only the question about Najini's child?
Without pupils, the pale eyeballs looked at Ultron just like that. In the calm voice, Ultron even heard a hint of mockery. "I said, she's dead."
This made Ultron very dissatisfied. He shook his head regretfully, and the light blue electronic eyes were a little more daunting.
"Adjust the temperature to 420 ° C, the ultrasonic frequency is 3800 Hz."
The temperature in the glass tube began to rise, and at the same time, uncomfortable ultrasonic waves began to appear around it.
It had been very calm, and even when Ultron pointed out the secret in its heart, the riot with a stiff body only panicked at this moment.
It beat the glass tube crazily, and its body kept squirming, like a big goose on a hot bed, clumsily jumping its feet.
But the frequency of the sound wave was getting higher and higher, and at the same time, the temperature in the glass tube reached the burning point of wood. The riot's body began to twitch and boil. He beat the glass tube crazily, and screamed desperately and miserably, "No, you can't do this, let me go, I was wrong, I'll tell you everything, please …"
"No, no, damn it, I'm going to kill you, I must … Ahhhh …"
As time passed, Ultron ignored Riot's pleas for mercy. He didn't stop until Riot had been tortured to the point of exhaustion.
Looking at the riot who was like a pile of mud at this moment, Ultron nodded with satisfaction. "Say it, it's good for you and me."
However, the next moment, the riot raised his head weakly and looked at Ultron coldly. "I said, she's dead."
Ultron's face suddenly changed. Although this kind of situation had happened many times, every time he heard the answer given by the riot, he felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, as if he was being laughed at.
Ao Chuang glanced at the riot coldly and took a deep breath.
"Unfortunately, this is not the answer I want, so, continue."
Soon, in the depths of the earth covered by the ice sheet in Antarctica, tragic cries sounded again …