Marvel Book of Magical Events

This power armor is not the black armor that Salomon prepared for low-intensity warfare, but a piece of armor forged by dwarves. Marbus combines a large amount of precious materials with alien technology, and a servo system made by himself. It is a powerful power armor that can take into account melee combat and spellcasting strength. The thick golden armor is full of looming runes. The Uru metal armor forged by high technology and magic is indestructible. The electronic muscle coil made of vibrating gold fits the body very well. The soft mysterious alien material completely prevents the armor from rubbing damage to the wearer in battle.

What is even more powerful is the magical effect formed by the gems inlaid on the armor. The peak skills of technology and magic are integrated on this armor. This is a power armor with the goal of war. It does not have the fancy streamlined structure and exquisite layered design of Stark's steel suit. The thick armor, astonishing tonnage and high-power drive motor are all designed to take the lives of others.

A large number of invisible servants carried the breastplate, and inserted the nerve probes on the armor into the surgical preset interface. The mystic couldn't help but frown at the ensuing sting, a neuropathic pain that couldn't be avoided. The electrical signals from his nerves were picked up by the probes and converted into commands for the servo system, directing the electronic muscle coils to contract and relax in sync with his muscles. After putting on the armor, Salomon looked even taller than before. The sacred relic robe that he took off before was also put on the armor in front of the fixed shoulder armor, turning into a crimson armor robe and cloak. The energy system was turned on, and the air in the secret room immediately became stuffy due to the heat from the vents. But heat dissipation is a small problem. The spells fixed in the energy pipeline by the mystic were triggered one by one, bringing the temperature down again. He tested the operation of the electronic muscle coils of the limbs one by one, and checked whether the servo system of the joints was malfunctioning through the port cables connected to the armor.

Casilios turned around Salomon a few times curiously.

"How much do you weigh now?"

"In terms of tonnage, Ulu metal is not light, let alone a life support system. Have you seen this interface? This thing can directly inject medicine into my body." As the airtight process of the armor was gradually completed, all the interfaces connecting data lines and cables were closed one after another, leaving behind all kinds of wires wrapped in black rubber and several computers responsible for checking programs and debugging hardware.

"I don't even know when you came up with these things." Casilios looked at the messy computers on the table, his tone was full of emotion, but Salomon couldn't immediately understand his thoughts. After he reacted, he could only curl his lips so as not to say anything hypocritical. "Are you going to wear this armor to attend the banquet?" Casilios asked, "In that case, Loki won't give you a chance to sneak out of the Golden Palace hall."

"I can cast illusions. Whether Loki can see through or not, he won't stop me."

Salomon put the holy sword in the scabbard at his waist, and carried the holy spear and shield behind his back, which were firmly locked by the magnetic buckle. In addition to this, Malbus also provides a special pistol that provides him with the ability to shoot from a distance. He picked up the helmet with the palm wrapped in the gauntlet, and walked out with heavy steps. With the help of the servo system, the armor didn't even feel a hindrance to him, and he could move as easily as wearing a thin piece of clothing, but the weight of the armor would not disappear.

"And I have other things to do at the banquet."

"etc!"

"What's wrong?"

"I just want to tell you...beware of the door frame, my child." Casilios threw the gray cloak to Salomon, "It's never a mistake to have more camouflage."

"You're right, Father."

The skeleton under the throne took off its own head and placed it on someone else's cervical spine. The little skeleton patted the top of his head, as if he still didn't understand what happened. The manservant named Dumb and the maid named Slow opened their mouths, as if they were still surprised by this trick that had been repeated for thousands of years.

"You should be surprised. This is the best circus in Helheim. It took me three swords to invite them! You two stupid servants, you should..." The laughter of the goddess of death echoed in the palace full of dead bodies, crazily seeping into every crack in the obsidian stone bricks. The male servant and maidservant did not respond, they just nodded mechanically and echoed the master's words with unbearable creaking sounds from their necks—however, even these reactions were manipulated by the Goddess of Death, her servant had long since died and turned into a well-preserved mummified corpse. Through the skylight of the Great Hall, a gloomy light slowly passed through the planet's thick cloud cover, and shambling footsteps climbed into the obsidian palace burning with miserable green flames, illuminating the traces left by the previous battle.

She suddenly stopped scolding the servants and carefully observed the dangling skeleton under the throne.

"Oh, is it you, my old friend!" Hela stood up from the throne of swords and thorns. She spun around a few times in a dramatic way, exuding the joy of reunion after a long absence, "My dear Valkyries, I didn't expect you to join the circus! Hey, I recognize this sword mark, I guess...Brünnhilde, is this your head? How could it be in the hands of that pariah... You won't fall in love with another pariah again? Have you forgotten that Odin was so furious because of this incident? Ray? I wanted to support you, my friend who fought side by side..."

She stopped suddenly, feeling that everything around her was so dull.

"But I still killed you. It's a pity, we could have been best friends." She sat down on the high-backed throne made of countless black swords, and the sharp blades cut her body all the time. She rejoices in pain. For thousands of years, as time passed, the throne had more and more blades, and the pain became more and more intensive.

For her, increasing pain was the best way to stay awake.

She couldn't help but miss the powerful warrior who suddenly appeared and then disappeared before the foggy winter. That was the most interesting thing she had experienced after being imprisoned in this world of death for thousands of years. The fierce battle made her recall the past years of fighting irresistibly. Although she was completely unable to defeat that warrior because she was deprived of her power, the proud Goddess of Death believed that she could defeat that mortal through countless battle experiences, and the last failure was just a concession she made in order to experience the pain. After the warrior disappeared, she fell into a period of anticipation again, expecting that the warrior would return to this world to fight her, and she even prepared more weapons for this—she began to order those stupid skeletons to wield swords, arrange formations, and command the endless dead bodies to roar past the canyons, plains, and mountains of this dead world.

It didn't take long, however, for her to tire of this unopposed war, and the silly skeleton tricks only made her more and more bored.

She cursed under her breath, then slumped down on the throne in dejection, enjoying the company and the long silence.

During the first period of her imprisonment, she used to vent her anger and destroy everything that could be destroyed on this planet. But now, she will only let the anger burn silently in her heart, waiting for the destined moment of escape, and the anger that has been accumulated for a long time will burn the whole world.

She will rebuild her empire from the smoldering gray ruins.

Ask for a ticket!