Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

From a forward perspective, Hela is a very nervous woman. When the magic fluctuations continued to increase and the sword light was in vain for a long time, the smile on her face actually grew thicker, as if she had seen something interesting.

And full of joy.

What's even more creepy is that you can see smiles on your face, but you can't hear any laughter.

Xiangqian knows that this is a sign of being able to control one's own emotions.

She can laugh, but that is because she is willing to express the expression "laughing" instead of laughing involuntarily like ordinary people. For an excellent warrior, being able to control one's emotions is an essential ability.

Hela's hair disappeared, replaced by a strange helmet that looked like spider limbs. But looking forward, he couldn't help but think of Tony's nickname for Loki.

The fierce confrontation still couldn't stop the playboy's desire to complain: "How many elk did you kill to make such a helmet? It should be elk of different ages."

Hela's smile did not fade, and she flicked her hands, holding two one-handed swords full of barbs in her hands. Under the cover of the green and black sword light in the sky, she walked forward step by step on cat steps. One after another.

The magic shockwave of the earth cannot stop the goddess of death.

The sword light in the sky is still endless, and the magic shock wave is also endless; but the key point of the battle has evolved into a hand-to-hand encounter between the two sides.

When the energy competition is deadlocked, melee combat is the only option; this is the main reason why Kama Taj focuses on cultivating the melee combat ability of mages.

It’s really not that the Supreme Mage clicked on the wrong skill tree.

The weapon in Hela's hand is always a one-handed sword, but from time to time she will use it as a throwing weapon, which is suitable for both near and far, making it impossible to defend against.

The weapons in his hand looked much more fancy when he moved forward, with eighteen kinds of magic-transformed weapons at his fingertips. Sometimes Tang knives, sometimes large shields, both offensive and defensive; occasionally appeared guns, sticks, axes and axes, sweeping away thousands of armies.

Both of them walked a sensitive and changeable path. Between the light and shadow of the sword, life and death were only on the thin line.

What is detrimental to the future is that this is Hela's home field; as long as the territory is not destroyed, the hell lord will be immortal. So later in the fight, Hela, who found that she could not win with skill alone, simply replaced it with a simple and crude injury exchange.

Play style.

As a result, it becomes a little uncomfortable to fight forward.

Sensing Hela's intention, Qianqian had no choice but to come up with the means to suppress the situation.

Countless complicated magic runes lit up on his body, and every skin line and even every hair was emitting a golden magical glow.

Moving forward and deliberately retreating, some rays of light "fall off" from his body and float in the air. These rays of light are subtle, often thinner than spider silk, and almost difficult to see.

Hela chased after her with a sword. Her body inevitably came into contact with the "spider thread", making a sharp and harsh "squeaking" sound. The subtle light was like the sharpest blade, cutting Hela's robe

, also cut her skin and penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

The immortal body can also feel pain. Hela frowned slightly and stopped suddenly; this was the first time she showed an expression that was difficult to control.

Black mist spurted out from the cut wound, and it quickly recovered as before, and even the rips in the robe disappeared instantly.

Hela looked at the person facing him from afar warily. Her frosty expression only lasted for a short moment before she smiled again, and she was even more excited than before.

She breathed lightly and murmured like a sigh; the cold breath immediately gathered in front of the goddess of death. The magic light floating in the air was instantly covered with a layer of crystal frost.

The almost invisible light reveals its true form.

The short distance of five or six steps between the two people was crisscrossed with hundreds of "spider threads". If Hela had not stopped in time, she would have ended up covered in bruises.

"Ha!" This was the first time Hela made a sound similar to laughter; the magic light frozen by the frost shattered and turned into nothingness.

The goddess of death is back with a fierce offensive.

Moving forward, he did not stop his magic. Magic lines appeared and disappeared, mixed in with the light and shadow of swords and swords coming and going.

Sometimes, it would lie under Hela's feet and turn into a stumbling rope; sometimes it would stand in front of the sword and turn into a shield; sometimes it would scatter countless sparks to burn the robes and skin; sometimes it would

It will shine with dazzling light and make a sharp whistling sound to confuse the ears and eyes.

The death power of the Hell Lord and the magical power of the Karma Taj Master once again clashed fiercely; this time the confrontation may not be as grand as the previous overwhelming sword rain, but the subtleties are full of dangers.

Hela couldn't fight for a long time, but she was not in a hurry; seeing the magic glow on Qiang's body gradually dimming, she spoke for the first time since the battle: "How long can you hold on, mage?"

Xiangqian smiled and said without changing his expression: "Usually when beautiful women ask me this question, I will answer them - I can persist until you are satisfied."

"I have never met a man who can satisfy me." Hela also remained calm, "I'm afraid you can't either."

"How will you know if you don't try?" Xiang Qian's frivolous expression looked a little desperate.

Hela stopped talking. She thought, and the whole world echoed it; the endless aura of death gathered and condensed into a substantial "cloud" in mid-air.

The "clouds" rolled, covering the battlefield below; countless sword blades passed through the clouds, and the blades were aimed at the forward figure, but they hung in the air without falling.

Xiang Qian knew that the other party was waiting for the moment when his magic power was exhausted. At that time, Hela would undoubtedly launch the final fatal blow.

"Thank you for such a feast." He was not surprised but overjoyed. The magic glow on his body soared into the sky and disappeared into the thick "clouds".

As the lord of Niflheim, Hela is extremely sensitive to the changes in this world; when the magical glow submerged into the "clouds", she was shocked for the second time.

The breath of death in the air seemed to fall into a funnel, falling continuously along the beam of magic glow, and injected into Xiang Xiang's body.

A single move affects the whole body. When a large amount of the death breath in the air is absorbed, more breath rolls back like a tsunami and merges into the magic glow through the same way.

The forward magic power expanded like a balloon, and the light emitted by the magic runes was as bright as a sun.

The power of magic transformation is so great that even if Hela responds in time and uses the power of the lord to block it, it can only slow down the speed of transformation; and what frightens Hela even more is that even her own communication with Niflheim

Power, once it touches the magic glow, will be transformed.

Hela stopped all her movements, restrained all her emotions, and looked forward expressionlessly, her attitude unprecedentedly cautious. Having fought for Asgard for thousands of years, she was well-informed, and she naturally knew the abilities shown by forward.

What does it mean.

Xiang Qian also stopped his hostile actions and looked at him calmly.

"A mage who has crossed the final threshold, the future god of magic." Hela's tone of voice was no longer as flamboyant and contemptuous as before, "Are you the protector Odin found for Thor?"

"In fact, we haven't discussed the salary issue yet. By the way, you know Thor? As far as I know, you were sealed before he was born. Asgardians have not mentioned the sea for two thousand years.

That’s the name.”

"For two thousand years, except for the victims who died on the battlefield, all other dead Asgardians will come to Niflheim."

"Oh, I actually forgot." Xiang Xiang suddenly said, "It seems that although you are imprisoned, you still perform your duties as the lord of hell very well."

Hela said proudly: "They are my people - no matter the dead or the living."

"I thought the god king of Asgard should be Odin." Xiang Qian did not change his frivolous tone, and his attitude was not as serious as Hela; "Are you saying that you will compete with Thor for the throne in the future?"

Hela sneered disdainfully: "I am the destined king of Asgard."

"Odin certainly doesn't think so."

"Of course he doesn't want to think that - no, he doesn't dare to think about it at all." Hela expressed her contempt for her father, "Why do you think Odin imprisoned me? Is it just because of a trivial quarrel between father and daughter?

?No, it’s because he’s afraid, he’s afraid of me.”

"Why are you afraid of you? I am not offended - but you have been imprisoned by him for two thousand years and you are not allowed to escape. The difference between strength and weakness is clear at a glance. He seems to have no reason to be afraid of you?"

"He is afraid because Asgard chose me." Hela raised her chin high, "I am destined to replace him and become the king of Asgard."

Hela's words aroused Xiang Xiang's curiosity. He intuitively felt that the Asgardian royal family seemed to have a big secret that was about to explode; but before he could ask any more questions, he could faintly notice that the space in this world was shaking slightly.

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The supreme pressure from the God King seems to have substance, stirring up the storm in Niflheim.

Hela suddenly raised her head and cast her gaze towards an unknown place in the sky; "Odin! I'm waiting for the day you die."

Xiang Xiang was greatly impressed by the scene in front of him of "a loving father and a filial daughter".

"It's an honor to meet you. I think we still have a chance to meet." The figure of the Karma Taj wizard slowly disappeared; Odin opened the seal of Niflheim, and he could use space magic to enter and exit at will.

Hela gritted her silver teeth, jumped up suddenly, and rushed towards the seal that had not yet been closed.

There was a faint roar in the void, and the sharp golden light fell from the sky, crossed the endless space, and landed on Hela's body impartially.

The goddess of death fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

Gungnir, the King of Gods, is sure to hit when he hits.

Hela slowly got up, covering the wound on her abdomen with her hands, her face full of ferocious embarrassment. Even with the immortality of the Hell Lord, he could not easily recover the damage caused by Gangnir.

Under the hateful gaze of the goddess of death, the seal deep in the distant sky became stable again.

The clouds and fog disappeared in Niflheim, and it was as calm as if nothing had happened.