100% Psionic Power In Marvel

The two lived in Asgard for a week.

On this day, Sif, a female warrior from Asgard Palace, came to visit the two of them in the Shudian, and she asked them how their lives were doing recently.

Ivan said it was fine.

Sif smiled. He has long black hair, which is similar to Jessica's, but her facial features are not refined enough, a little tough, giving people the feeling of a woman.

"Can you both see it?"

"Well, it's okay." Ivan responded to Sif's question.

"It's interesting," Jessica said.

"I really envy you guys, I really can't read it, my head hurts just thinking about what's in it!"

Sif sincerely admires it. She had no choice but to choose the warrior line. Magic is too difficult for her to understand at all. Those contents are extremely boring in her eyes.

It is not boring if you can understand it, but it is boring if you don't understand it.

She insisted on reading for a month at the beginning, but she didn't even have a half-knowledge of the basics. In the end, she understood that the twisted melon is not sweet, so she gave up the spell.

Jessica is not Sif, so she can't understand Sif's difficulties, so she said to Sif: "Actually, if you read it seriously, you will find that you can gain a lot of happiness by studying and understanding something~"

Sif nodded. She moved a chair and sat next to Jessica, and watched Jessica read. Seeing Jessica like this, she couldn't continue reading.

"Are you really interested in magic?" Jessica asked, looking for a topic.

Sif nodded: "Well, many people are interested in spells, but they don't have that requirement, especially us Asgard people, most of us are only suitable to be warriors, compared to those in Alfheim Elves are good at spells."

"What is Alfheim?" Jessica asked curiously.

"O Nine Realms, one of them, where the Elves live,

Hearing this, Ivan became interested. He put down the book in his hand, sat upright and asked, "Is the elf the kind with pointed ears, tall, beautiful...and good at archery?"

"Almost...but they are not tall, how do you know?" Sif asked curiously.

—Is this earthling,

Have you been to the kingdom of elves?

"Ahem, this actually...comes from a vague impression in my heart." Ivan replied truthfully.

In his concept, elves are like this, they like forests, flowers and plants, and they are related to nature.

"Oh, I see, you Mead... um, no, you earthlings have some fabricated works, and you have fabricated the species of elves, right?"

Sif originally wanted to say Midgard, but she learned from Sol that people on Earth don't know what Midgard is, and this is completely Asgard's unilateral name for Earth.

Out of respect, she still uses the name Earth.

"Yes." Ivan nodded, "Sometimes when I draw elves, I draw them according to the image in my mind."

"Can you draw?" Sif asked with a smile.

"Yes, Fan is very good at painting~" Jessica stretched out two fingers and gestured.

"That's right. I think people who can draw have great brains." Sif gave a thumbs up, "So learning magic is very fast."

"In fact, drawing is related to imagination, and I may have an advantage in this regard." Ivan explained with a smile.

The three of them chatted without saying a word until the afternoon when Sol's friend, a young male soldier who was one of the four came to the book hall.

His name is Fandral, he wears a romantic smile all day long, wields a sword, and is a rare optimist in Asgard.

"Hey, you are indeed here." Fandral greeted the three of them as soon as he came up. His voice and smile made people feel very comfortable.

"Fandral, why are you here?" Sif asked expressionlessly, her voice still slightly cold.

"If you can come, can't I?" Fandral smiled, "After all, I am a perfect man!"

His smile is charming, and he knows it, so he smiles at everyone, thinking that his smile can warm everything, and... capture the hearts of all girls.

"You don't usually come to the library." Sif raised her eyebrows.

"You saw it! I really have business~"

Fandral said so, and turned his smiling face to Jessica and Ivan.

"You two, the king wants to see you."

Ivan knew that the king was referring to Odin, the king of the gods, and it seemed that he had awakened from Odin's sleep.

See you sooner or later, Ivan nodded immediately.

"OK."

"Please, I will lead the way." Fandral smiled.

...

Ivan originally thought that Fandral would take him to the main hall of the Golden Palace to meet Odin more formally, but the place he came to was still Odin's sleeping room.

After Fandral arrived, he smiled and motioned the two to go in, and left alone.

Sleeping room.

At this moment, Odin was not wearing his armor, but a brown cloth robe, his hair and beard were gray, and his right eye was covered with a black patch.

Seeing Ivan and Jessica coming, he nodded.

"Sit down, children." His voice was a little tired.

Ivan sat down, and he motioned for Jessica to sit down too.

"Are you still used to living here?"

"Not bad, the air is quite fresh." Ivan smiled.

"I know about your protection of the Rainbow Bridge, boy, you are very strong and you have done a good job."

Odin chatted with Ivan and Jessica kindly for a while, and asked where Ivan's ability came from, and Ivan replied that he didn't know.

In the process of chatting, Ivan always felt that there was a force constantly attacking him. This force was very gentle, and he wanted to touch him wave after wave, but he was coldly rejected by his unconscious use of psychic power.. .

In the end, that force became more and more violent, with the potential of waves hitting the shore, and Ivan also took the initiative to increase the strength of his spiritual power, so that force could not reach Ivan across the border.

All of this happened secretly, but on the surface, Odin still communicated with the two of them in a friendly manner.

The source of that power is naturally Odin.

In fact, Odin didn't want to do anything. He just wanted to use his own power to bless Ivan at first, but the blessing energy was blocked by the energy generated around Ivan.

Surprised in his heart, he secretly increased his strength and tried to break through Ivan's invisible barrier, but was blocked by greater energy.

It was a secret contest, and after repeated attempts, Odin felt physically and mentally exhausted.

He was old, too old to use magic easily and violently.

Finally the chat was over, and Odin watched the two leave the dorm room.

After the two left, he took a deep breath and murmured.

"What kind of power is that? Maybe after I die... there is still hope to counter her."