The Death Knell

The Yggdrasil coffin is big enough. Neither Frigga nor Sif are big people. If they are put in together, it will even be a little roomy.

In the end, the coffin lid was fixed with a sliding lid. After all, it looked more beautiful. The box looked so perfect from the outside that you wouldn't even guess that there was anyone inside unless you specifically said so.

"Fortunately, he has the body of a god and can survive in a vacuum. If it were an ordinary person, he probably wouldn't be able to use this strategy."

While chatting with Hela behind him, Death Knell carried the coffin and walked towards the gate of the Hall of Valor. He placed it on the ground and pushed it like a sled. Sure enough, the roots of the world tree were able to penetrate the invisible restrictions and smoothly submerged into the golden light. A small corner.

So with a twist of his wrist, power exploded, and with a whooshing sound, the coffin was stuffed in like it was being pushed into an incinerator.

"You said this isn't the end yet, what are you going to do next?" Hela crossed her arms. She had no interest in the cold joke before the death knell, she just felt cold.

"The Hall of Valor itself has no direct connection with the World Tree. Asgard can be seen as a leaf, and Odin is the bug on the leaf. The Hall of Valor is bug shit. Next, I need to pick it off. Come down and put me in your underworld for now.”

With this in his mouth, Deathstroke had already taken action without even asking for Hela's consent.

He took out a small blue square from his pocket and held it in his hand. He leaned close to his face and whispered a few words to it. The next second, even before Hela saw any special movement, the entire Hall of Valor suddenly floated into the air. .

Then Deathstroke took off the cloak behind him and told it some more things. At first, the piece of cloth was swaying around as if it didn't agree, but after throwing in a few glowing gems, it took over the rest. Work.

The cloak became extremely huge, holding up the Hall of Valor like a flying carpet. Although it sank slightly downward, it was still caught.

Then its four corners turned up, wrapped around the golden wall of the Hall of Valor, and tied a knot above the roof. Now it looked like an oversized baggage.

It wrapped the contents inside and began to fly towards the red sky covered with dark clouds in the distance, and soon disappeared.

"After listening to your metaphor, I feel a little sick..." Hela stood behind Deathstroke with her hands behind her back, her black hair swaying in the wind: "My underworld is not that easy to enter."

"Are you asking again?" Su Ming shook his head with a smile and put out the cigarette butt in his mouth nonchalantly: "But it doesn't hurt to tell you. The magic floating cloak can travel through any dimension. It and the holder Will not be hindered by various barriers..."

After succeeding, Hela showed a narrow look, interrupted Deathstroke, and said proudly: "Then you can use it to wrap those two ladies and send them into the Hall of Valor. There is no need to waste time carving coffins."

But Deathstroke just looked at her calmly, turned and walked towards the woods:

"You have only seen the first level, but you haven't understood why it must be the World Tree. I still have to wear the cloak. It can't always cover those two people, and the inside of the 'drinking and fighting' hell in the Hall of Heroes will be everywhere. What happened in the Twilight of Gods? No one can say for sure. In order to prevent my work from being wasted, I must consider the worst case scenario...that is, how to still ensure that the pocket space undergoes drastic changes or even restarts. The two people inside are intact, which is why everyone can’t be packed into the Hall of Valor to take refuge.”

"Tsk! I thought you wanted to see all the people in Asgard die on purpose." The goddess followed, and she gritted her teeth in regret, realizing that she had guessed wrong again.

"It's because of what you said. The main reason is that I don't care about their life or death." Deathstroke walked into the woods. After the heroic spirits passed by, it was like locusts passing through. Even the branches blocking the road were chopped down by them. : "Our goal is to stop the cycle of Ragnarok, not to prevent the resurrection of the World Tree. You must understand this."

"Understood, of course I understand." Hela said in a singing tone, which sounded like a joke: "If the World Tree is gone, there will be no place to hang it in Vanaheim in the future, right? But you'd better think about the fertilizer in the future. From where."

"I have my own arrangements for this."

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Inside the Tri-Curve Wing, Natasha and Steve have occupied the internal control room, and the staff inside have been knocked to the ground. Because there is really no time to tell whether they are Hydra, they can only knock them down first. .

Even though Black Widow was very careful along the way, disabling surveillance and hacking into the router, Steve still made a big splash when he rushed into this small room, breaking the door with brute force and almost opening the door to the person inside. Gun opportunity.

"I have a backup key card. There is no need for you to be so anxious." Natasha calmly used the poisonous needle from the widow's sting to patch up the man with the gun lying on the ground, but spoke in a resentful tone. Complained to the captain.

Steve's attention was on the monitoring table, studying how this thing worked.

Today's equipment is too high-tech. There are no buttons, just a few keyboards and a lot of monitors. The English symbols on the screen are not recognized words at all, which is completely incomprehensible.

Therefore, he did not notice the small movements of the female agent behind him and thought it was a joke.

"Sorry, you have to forgive me for being such an old man. I want to knock down the door of Hydra when I see it. You can think that it is an occupational disease of American soldiers."

"What are you thinking about?" Natasha stood up, came to his side, and handed the gun in her hand to the captain: "You should be able to use this, right?"

"I'll think about how to reduce the losses." Steve took the pistol and moved his neck: "According to the original plan, we will use the internal video broadcast device here to call on all loyal agents to arm themselves, and fight with Nine in the building. The head snake spies fight, but there is a problem with this plan that cannot be ignored."

"Yes, I know, because they can't tell who is Hydra." The red-haired agent in a tight black leather jacket changed his leg to bear the weight and struck a sexy pose: "That's why I'm on the same team as you. I had very thorough counterintelligence training at the Red Room."

"Did you catch the suspected spy and fill him with vodka? Then the Hydra spy from Germany would be exposed because he was drunk?" The captain put the shield aside and adjusted the position of the pistol holster.

Black Widow tilted her mouth: "This is not funny. Counterespionage is a very systematic professional skill. In short, as long as there is a fight, I can tell who is not one of ours, and I can see all the movements in the building from here." .”

"Sorry, I still want to find a way with less loss." The captain still shook his head, his face was serious and his brows were furrowed: "Although I know that in war, sacrifices are inevitable, but in the new era of high technology, there is no better idea. Yet?"

"...Yes, there is, but with that method, the risk will be transferred to us."

Natasha reached into the collar of her leather jacket and plucked it out. Steve quickly looked away to avoid suspicion. After a few seconds, she took out a thin plastic mask from somewhere and put it on her face. She pressed the position on her neck. , and then her face turned into that of Alexander Pierce:

"We need to sneak into the top floor, quietly defeat the exposed Pierce, maybe add Crossbones and Bald Guy's team, and then pretend to be the minister, call everyone in SHIELD through the video phone to go without weapons. The meeting was held in the windowless second conference room, and then we threw a basket of anesthetic gas into it."

"What?! You actually have this kind of equipment?" Steve took a sharp breath, pursed his lips and rolled his eyes: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?! With this, we don't need to use the extreme measures formulated by Vision. plan."

"You didn't ask." Natasha turned around and leaned against the console, looking at her nail polish: "An elder once told me that secrets make women more feminine. What do you think?"

"No, you are already the most feminine woman I have ever seen. Don't add any more mystery." Steve pointed to her face and then to his own: "Take it off. I'll play Pierce. I've heard He has chanted ‘Long Live Hydra’ countless times and is very experienced in this area.”