The Death Knell

At the same time, somewhere unknown.

In a room that looks like a stone castle, the stove is burning brightly, a symbol of an eagle with spread wings is grasping the wreath at its feet, and a 'swastika' symbol inside is still shining in the firelight.

The Third Reich was defeated, but not everyone died on the battlefield.

Mustache shot himself and died in his bunker. But some people still have hope for the country, they fled and hid.

A man wearing glasses is working at his desk. In this chilly office, his fingers are as unruly as wooden sticks.

But he still skillfully signed his name on the document and gave his approval.

Mustache is dead, he is now the new head of the empire, and his choice at this time is to stay together with Hydra, which has lost the Red Skull.

Then see if you can find a way to survive this cold winter.

The sound of military boots echoed in the corridor, and a short man walked into the office. He had a purple mask on his head, just like a decoration on the desk lamp.

But now no one can despise him anymore.

Because in the rumors, he was the one who tricked the Red Skull, relying on betrayal information that hurt others and himself, and got rid of Schmidt with the help of SSR and Captain America.

But no one has evidence. No matter how loyal the Red Skull's old men are, they can't bring down Baron Zemo just by relying on imagination.

"One hundred thousand soldiers, do you know what you are talking about? We still have two hundred thousand troops, but now you are sending half of them on a secret mission... Baron, you are testing my patience. .”

Young Zemo was covered tightly by a mask, and no expression on his face could be seen, but from his tone, he seemed to have been prepared.

He placed a wooden box on his desk, pushed open the lid and showed the contents to the man with glasses.

"You happen to be a patient man, Commander Himmler, which is lucky for both of us..."

The box is full of flat stones as big as chess pieces. They all look dark at first glance, but through the reflection of the firelight, you can see that they are not flat.

Symbols like bird claws are carefully carved on these stones.

"My God, this is..." Himmler stood up, as if to get a better look at the contents of the box.

Zemo grabbed a piece from the box and placed it in his hand so that he could see enough.

"Yes, sir, this is the stuff of legend."

Himmler adjusted his glasses and looked at the small stone carefully: "That's right, the code from the Epic Edda, according to the scripture records, should be matched with a space access point... Otherwise, These runes alone have no effect."

Zemo took the runes returned by Himmler, put them in a small box and closed it. His hood appeared red in the firelight.

"I mentioned luck just now, because I happened to find a space access point..."

Himmler had collected occult items for Mustache before. At this time, he could be considered an expert. After hearing Zemo's answer, he immediately understood what it all meant.

He sat back in his chair and, with almost no hesitation, grabbed the phone on the table.

"Mobilize troops and gather 100,000 armed SS troops. Start immediately and prepare to accept the command of Baron Helmut Zemo."

After saying that, he put down the phone and looked at the person in front of him. The new Baron Zemo was too young, but even shrewder than his father.

A flash of fire flashed on Himmler's round glasses, as if he saw some hope.

"Baron, I gave you the army you asked for, but you know... what this means, right?"

Zemo raised a hand and clenched his fist in front of him, swearing allegiance to his motherland in the style of a Hydra.

"Of course...Long live Germany!"

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Wherever the blazing fire burned, there was wailing everywhere. A shriveled and thin figure squatted on his throne, watching the souls in his eternal kingdom suffer endless torture.

The fire of hell flows into these souls and burns them into a giant bubble. After the bubble bursts, new bubbles will always form.

The crackling sound was like rhythmic music, which made him shake his head. This symphony always made him happy.

"Your Majesty, your letter."

A round monster like a meat ball jumped over several lines of lava, sweating profusely, and handed a parchment in his hand to the person on the throne.

"Idiot, this is not a letter! This is a contract, let me see... Oh? It's quite interesting..."

The king angrily scolded his men in a sharp voice. He casually covered the fool's head with a ball of lava and let him roll on the ground, but soon focused on the letter.

He thought for a moment, and a smile appeared on his red face.

"Gather the maids of destruction and give them an army. I need these little bitches of Baoer to do some serious work for me."

The demon rolling on the ground got up and fled into the distance.

"As you command, my supreme majesty."

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"The World Tree is on fire."

In the dark palace, there was only a faint will-o'-the-wisp illumination, and there were only two figures in the large, empty room.

The woman is leaning on the throne, while the long-haired man is standing under the steps.

He received the message from the ghost that the flames represented the arrival of Ragnarok, and he immediately informed his queen of the news.

"It's not the time yet. When the black rain falls from the sky, the dead will rise."

The queen was barefoot and wore only a thin green gauze. She didn't seem to be in any hurry.

From behind her throne, a huge furry head emerged. The green eyes in the darkness indicated that it was a giant wolf.

She put her hand into the giant wolf's mouth, which was the only different temperature that existed in this realm, and stroked its teeth.

It's colder there.

She looked through the palace gate to her dark country, her eyes calm and distant.

It's not the right time yet, Fenrir has to appear in the Wolf Winter, and the fire this time is a bit strange.

She could wait, she had been waiting for a long time anyway.

The man has one hand made of Uru alloy, and his left hand is purely mechanical, full of the style of a dwarf, and square like a cubic glove.

But he was very smooth as a person, no, as a ghost after death, and he understood what the queen meant.

"I'm going to prepare the army first."

"Go ahead, wake up the soldiers first and be ready at all times. You don't need me to go on stage personally, right?"

"Of course not. I haven't seen my two lovely brothers for a long time. I miss them very much..."

"Keke... Then you have to say hello to them for me."

The clear laughter of the goddess echoed in the palace of Black Stone. If you think about it carefully, those two fools still don't know the existence of her big sister...

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Vanahem.

Queen Gullweg is receiving Surtur's envoy. In the magnificent white marble palace, the envoy's red robe is as conspicuous as the blood stains on the snow.

"Your Majesty Surtur has shown your sincerity, so what about the alliance, Your Majesty the Queen?"

Gullweg is Frigga's sister. Their father was killed by Odin a long time ago, and the Æsir called it peace.

Odin snatched away her sister and forcibly married Frigga. If Gullweg hadn't been too young at the time and the Vanir clan needed a puppet leader, her fate would not have been much better.

But now, the fire of the World Tree can be seen in every country. This is undoubtedly the signal of Ragnarok.

Although the order of events did not match the prophecy, this was only a minor problem.

Surtur's messenger came to her and said that the Lord of Fire was willing to give out the fire, which would give everyone in the Vanir clan the power to use fire, so that the two sides could form an alliance and join forces to overthrow Odin's rule.

Guerweger did not hesitate. She had already seen the flames and the time had come. She wanted to avenge her father and sister.

In her mind, her sister was dead.

At this time, the man in the Golden Palace completely forgot that the woman from the Warner Protoss was just Odin's plaything and her enemy.

"Inform everyone, whether they are men or women, to pick up their weapons and harness their horses!" Guerweg stood up from the throne, and the maids put on her silver armor: "Go back and tell your master, Vanaheim Entering the war, we will attack Asgard from behind.”

"A wise decision, Your Majesty."

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In the dark sky of the universe, several huge space battleships were moving forward silently. They saw the light of fire and they came back.

"Chief, what we just passed by was the Kree fleet." A humanoid creature with pale skin and blood-red eyes reported to the leader on the bridge.

The bridge was also completely dark, but they seemed to be able to see in the darkness.

"The Kree fleet seems to be rushing to Nidaville, the country of the dwarves?"

The leader just looked ahead calmly, their own goal was not there.

"If the heading is correct, yes, they have not discovered us. Do we want to sneak attack them to grab some resources?" the adjutant replied, as the stars in the distance were passing quickly.

"No need, the Kree are like thorny seeds, and our current target is the soft fruit... The course has been readjusted to Alfheim, and we are going to greet our distant relatives. "

The leader smiled, but even a fool could see the coldness in it.

"The World Tree is on fire and Odin falls into a deep sleep. This is a great opportunity. How about we raid Asgard?"

"No, wait a minute, I am not the only one who hates Odin. The crows will eat the corpses. Before all the cursed warriors are ready, the raid on Asgard will undoubtedly use our own bones to pave the way for others."

"As you command, chief."

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At this time, in an unrecognizable space at the root of the World Tree, the sun is shining brightly and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

The flames did not spread here, everything was as before.

There is a large grassland under the tree and a small pool. There are blooming water lilies floating on the pool. The breeze blows and the petals shake gently. Only the faint fragrance comes.

There are three women weaving silk threads here, and the infinite destiny comes from this.