Chapter 1353: The Mystery of the Feast (Part 3)

When the afterglow of the setting sun was about to fall below the horizon, the distant and desolate drum beat sounded in the empty banquet hall, pulling people into the magnificent battlefield in a second.

Asgardian traditional music is the horn for warships to set sail, and it is also the drum for powerful protoss warriors to go to war.

The art developed by the military nation with the longest history in this universe all has a sharp murderous intention. The colder, grander, and more shocking it is.

The atmosphere of the extravagant and gorgeous ball hall was stagnant the moment the rapid music played.

The coldness and utilitarianism hidden in the eyes of all the guests with warm smiles flowed out along with the rough sound of string picking, and as soon as the drum beat left a beat, countless elegant figures entered the dance floor with civilized dance steps.

The tip of the shoe is like a sword, and the hem of the skirt is like a knife. Under the broader feast of fame and fortune, there must be more mysteries hidden.

Pairs and pairs of figures smoothly danced the current dance steps of the interstellar society. As soon as Hela's long black hair brushed Stark's shoulders, another pair of figures behind them passed by the edge of the dance floor.

Luo Ji rarely wore an off-the-shoulder pure white dress often worn by Asgardian goddesses. Her long hair on the temples was braided into several thin braids, forming a complete circle at the back of her head, catching several dewdrops. The flowers fell, and the remaining long hair hung down like a waterfall.

Schiller was wearing a traditional British dress. Even in human society, this kind of formal dress is the most formal. If paired with a monocle hanging on a gold chain, it would look even more old-fashioned.

This doctor rarely attends the wedding dressed up, but for the wedding of the God King of Asgard, no matter how grand the dress is, it is not too grand.

"What do you think your sister said to Tony?"

Schiller held Luo Ji's waist and spun around on the dance floor, but obviously on this occasion, dancing was not the theme at all. Everyone was taking advantage of the closeness of the dance to talk about what they wanted to talk about.

"Twilight of the Gods." Luo Ji replied without hesitation. She sighed softly and said, "Hela is only interested in this matter now. If Thor hadn't forced her too much now, she would never Show up here."

"I just learned about the legend of this eldest princess." Schiller took a step back slightly to make room for Luo Ji to rotate, and said as if he was sighing: "Do you think there will be a moment when Odin Do you really feel regretful? This beautiful and powerful princess should have been the masterpiece of his life."

"Odin has long regretted it."

Luo Ji was still so sure. When he became a goddess, there was always a coldness in his eyes that other goddesses did not have. There was also a hint of ridicule in her tone: "People think that when Asgard has another princess, At that time, Frigga was the happiest.”

"But I know that every time I appear in front of Odin as a princess, it's like irritating the thorn in his heart."

"Perhaps this is the greatest revenge I can take. Only regarding Hela, the father of the gods cannot say a word with a clear conscience."

Schiller moved and followed the drumbeat to Luo Ji's side. The two exchanged places. He sighed softly and said: "In any case, the once famous Her Highness will never come back. Her last legend , the mission of personally ending the fate of the gods also ended the moment Thor became the God King of Light."

"You don't know what Tony Stark is going to do, do you?" Luo Ji changed the subject.

"There is no doubt that his target is the gods." Schiller paused slightly, as if to whet his appetite. Seeing Luo Ji's eyebrows wrinkled, he continued: "But not gods like you. , you are just a race of gods using the power of the universe, and his goal is even greater. "

"Aren't you afraid that something will really happen to him?"

"Did you also ask Tony this question, and the target was me?"

Luo Ji looked stunned for a moment, then finally shook her head and said helplessly: "I never thought that one day, I would represent the Protoss to ask you humans not to get Asgard caught in the middle of your crazy struggle."

"There is no such good thing in this world." Schiller stared into Luo Ji's eyes and said: "I want to use human wisdom, but don't want to bear their madness. You know how closely the two are entangled in the human soul. , maybe now is the time for you to pay the bill.”

Luo Ji looked past Schiller to the other pair of figures on the dance floor, which was Thor and Sif.

The newly married God-King couple joined the dance floor amidst the cheers of everyone, but Luo Ji understood that everyone in Asgard, including herself, had no chance to celebrate the God-King's new marriage in such a peaceful way.

As Schiller said, human wisdom has changed everything, and they must bear the madness that comes with wisdom.

It's so crazy that they could have united as one and continued on this path, but instead they started fighting each other for no reason only for the illusory emotional stimulation and satisfaction.

But perhaps, every intelligent creature is crazy, and their love and hate make them never stop fighting, and the same is true for Asgard.

Thor withdrew his gaze and once again focused on Sif's slightly worried expression. Like a dutiful husband, he held Sif in his broad arms, allowing her to spin unrestrictedly on the dance floor. , don’t worry about bumping into others.

Sif also rarely wore a gorgeous dark gold dress. Her hair was tied up in a complicated bun, leaving only two long strands of hair hanging down in front of her forehead, looking mature and gentle.

She looked at her future husband, still handsome, strong, and full of charming masculine temperament, and the refinement and elegance brought by the king's clothes neutralized his wild temperament. He was the dream lover of all the goddesses of Asgard, Sif thought.

But he was not only her husband, but also the God King of Asgard, the king of all people in Asgard. The relationship between the royal family and the family has been full of confusing entanglements since ancient times, and most people can't have both.

"Heimdall..." Sif uttered the name with some difficulty.

"I know, I know, Sif." Thor responded to her, he said: "The father of the gods trusts your brother so much that he gave him the Rainbow Bridge, the most important weapon of Asgard, to manage. However, the fleet restructuring and personnel transfers are inevitable. You should believe me and your husband. This is just a temporary pain."

"Of course." Sif lowered her eyes, and with the pause of another drumbeat, she exchanged positions with Thor and danced again. The future queen restrained her somewhat low voice and said as gently as possible: "Of course I believe you, Your Majesty, but I am worried that my brother will be lonely at home for too long, and my other relatives will feel sad for him."

"So that's it. Since they have high hopes for Heimdall, then I think they are naturally willing to leave more important positions in the fleet for Heimdall to choose from..."

Sif exhaled lightly, patted Thor's arm as if relieved, and the pain between her eyebrows disappeared. She looked at Thor's face intently, and used the little private time left in this wedding to enjoy her handsome husband.

"I told you, Sif will learn quickly."

Another drum beat was missed, and Frigga, still smiling gently, held Odin's shoulders and turned around with light dance steps.

Odin's expression remained unchanged, and he said in his usual low voice: "Since ancient times, no matter which royal family, relatives have always been a problem that must be dealt with. I am very glad that I don't have to worry about this during the rapid development of Asgard."

"Yes, you killed my whole family, so you naturally don't have to worry about it." Frigga's smile didn't even fade. The gentle goddess just shook her head gently and said with some sigh: "It's just that you have never remembered when I went from the first wizard of the nine kingdoms to the most beautiful queen of the gods."

Odin held Frigga a little tighter, as if to gain some sense of security from this control.

He had long known that his beautiful lady was not as gentle as she seemed. Odin preferred Thor, and Frigga bet on Loki. Odin had not mocked his wife's choice in his heart.

After all, she no longer had her family to rely on, and Loki was weak, so Odin thought that as long as he was arbitrary, they would have no chance.

But now, Loki's performance proved that Odin had indeed underestimated Loki. If the facts really developed as the father of the gods arranged, this youngest son would sooner or later give him a fatal blow.

Without the power of the king of gods, Odin had to rely on the relationship between Frigga and his son to remind the two brothers and even his eldest daughter of his achievements besides the failure of family education.

"I have abdicated, and there is no need to mention the past. Dear, concentrate on dancing." Odin bowed his head and kissed Frigga's forehead, saying.

The drum beats became more and more rapid, the music became louder and louder, and the smiles on everyone's faces became more and more enthusiastic, as if they were concentrating on enjoying the joy of dancing to their heart's content, or perhaps they got the results they wanted in this private conversation at this moment of closeness.

The skirt slid over the smooth uppers, the metal accessories flashed a dazzling luster, the streamer streaked across the soft hair, and with the last beat of the heavier drum beat and the high-pitched music falling at the same time, the scene suddenly became silent.

The skirt was gathered, the hair fell, and a perfect dance ended. Guests of all races turned their eyes to the God King in the field, and Thor stretched out his arms to applaud, and everyone applauded and celebrated in the way of the host of the banquet.

The warm applause spread farther and farther in the empty banquet hall. Outside the stained glass windows of the Asgard, the golden sunset slowly sank under the bridge, and the last ray of afterglow opened the curtain of the night with an elegant posture.

When no other drum beats sounded, the people in the banquet hall knew that the dance was really over, so they turned around and walked towards the dining table and the beverage table, intending to talk about the dance experience with the new target.

Stark and Hela, Schiller and Loki, Thor and Sif, Odin and Frigga turned around and walked in different directions.

Just as the last person turned his back, a breeze blew down from the sky, followed by a dull sound of falling.

"Bang!"

A body fell from the sky.

It was the queen of the Shi'ar Empire. Everyone turned around and saw blood and the hem of her skirt blooming on the ground at the same time, like a golden and red flower.