In Marvel, people are slime Chapter 148

Sol somewhat panicked and stood in front of his father.

“Father King! He’s my friend from Earth, not an enemy!”

“Human? Are you sure?!”

Odin glared at Sol, the raging inferno in his eyes momentarily subsiding.

But a mere human… besides that sorcerer who never stepped out of Earth, how could anyone possess power comparable to his own?

In the sky, a fire dragon descended behind Sol with a figure on its back. It lowered its head, looking left and right, emitting a low, intimidating roar, and spewing sparks from its nostrils.

The ferocity in its eyes was incredibly daunting.

Looking at this monstrous, sprawling creature, the Asgardian soldiers surrounding the area all felt a chill in their hearts, lowering their shields and pressing their weight down a few more inches, the atmosphere growing increasingly tense.

Sol looked back at Leimu, who had jumped off the dragon’s head, and nodded to Odin with utmost certainty.

“He is my child’s friend. A comrade who fought against the Chitauri with me, and the one who foiled Loki’s plot and captured him.”

Loki?

Odin thoughtfully waved his hand backward, and the soldiers lowered their weapons, cautiously retreating.

“Take him away immediately, otherwise, he will surely suffer the crime of disturbing the spirits of the fallen!”

Odin said this to Sol, but his eyes, looking past Sol at Leimu, still held some dissatisfaction and anger.

If not for Sol’s sake, even though the person in front of him was not an enemy, disrupting the funeral for the deceased would still incur the wrath of the All-Father.

Seeing Odin willing to let it go, Sol breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned and quickly walked a few steps, standing in front of Leimu, his low voice a mix of suppression and urgency, “Why are you here! Now is not the time to talk, just follow me! Don’t move around!”

Leimu grabbed Sol, looking straight up at him, “Wait, I can save your mother!”

“You… seriously?”

Sol’s rough eyebrows knitted together, half-believing, half-doubting.

“Of course…”

The other party’s eyes were serious and earnest, without any hint of joking.

While the two were talking, Odin watched them standing still, not leaving, and grew increasingly impatient.

He raised his spear and pointed it at Leimu, “Still not retreating! Guards, take him away!”

The soldiers responded, stepping forward in unison with stomping footsteps… This person was someone who could directly confront Odin, so they had to be cautious.

Leimu looked around, then suddenly raised the arrow he held high.

The flames on the arrow were still burning, making faint crackling sounds in the solemn yet unusually silent crowd.

“Wait!”

With his loud shout, all eyes were on him, but Odin’s gaze grew even colder.

Leimu lifted his head and chest, completely fearless.

He ignored the soldiers surrounding him, bypassed Sol who was blocking his way, and walked to the King of Asgard, the All-Father, Odin.

“Wait… I have a way to bring the dead back to life!”

Each word was clear and powerful.

Leimu had a premonition when he was on Earth; he hurried as fast as he could, but in the end, he was still a step late. When he arrived in Asgard, the battle had already ended, and the first thing he saw was the funeral.

But fortunately, the souls of Asgardians were more resilient than humans; they had not yet dispersed at this time, nor had they left this dimension.

From the perspective of magic perception, these golden souls were all gathered on the river at this moment, waiting to ascend to Valhalla in Asgard.

So, as long as time was reversed, they could be resurrected.

Among the dead was Sol’s mother, saving her went without saying.

The other thousands of people were brave and skilled warriors.

At this moment, the Dark Elves had only temporarily retreated because their leader was severely injured, and they would soon return. Asgard’s defenses had been breached and would be difficult to rebuild in a short time; it was still uncertain who would win or lose in the conflict between the two sides.

If the Dark Elves won, who in the Nine Realms, including Earth, could stop them from plunging the entire world into darkness?

…

Leimu held the rocket high, confronting Odin.

The faint light of the fire in his hand illuminated his face, a face so calm it was almost like a sculpture.

“I said, I can bring the dead back to life, I can save everyone who died here!”

Sol quickly stepped forward, giving Leimu a look, “Brother, this is no time for jokes… Come with me…”

As anger surged again, magic poured out of Odin’s body, dyeing his pupils golden.

Golden eyes met, neither yielding.

“Hmph—”

Odin scoffed, striking his Gungnir hard on the ground, producing a heavy thud.

He shouted loudly, “What audacity!”

“What kind of raving lunatic are you!”

“Even I, Asgard, do not have the power to revive the dead, yet you, a mere human, dare to speak such presumptuous words!”

“If you continue to stay here and disturb the spirits of the fallen, you will surely die by Gungnir!”

The anger accumulated throughout the day, the grief of losing his wife, the hatred for his enemies… intertwined in Odin’s heart. He looked at Leimu with eyes splitting, as if he took him for a Dark Elf, his words carrying a naked death threat.

Leimu’s lips, instead, curved into a slight smile.

A faint green light glowed in his hand, spreading along the arrow shaft to the burning arrowhead.

The next moment, the flames on the arrow quickly extinguished, and the burnt oil and cotton miraculously returned to their unlit state in a counter-intuitive manner.

“…This is?!”

This was a power that even the All-Father could not achieve. A faint dark shadow was reflected in his eyes, his brows deeply furrowed, his heart filled with astonishment and… apprehension.

“That’s right.”

Leimu nodded, confirming his guess.

Sol, who was trying to mediate, was bewildered, looking left and right… What kind of charade were they playing?

Odin took a deep breath, suppressing the myriad emotions in his heart. He again paused, tapping his spear, then turned to look at the great river, slowly speaking.

“Bring my beloved wife and the fallen warriors ashore…”

Hope rekindled in the ashes buried deep in Odin’s heart, and even the aged expression on his face faded a little.

He seemed to see countless golden figures beckoning to him, and his wife stood among the crowd, smiling at him.

Most of the Asgardian soldiers, hearing the command, were puzzled but still meticulously carried out everything.

They pulled the flower boats from the water onto the shore, arranging them neatly.

Leimu walked along the riverbank, passing by each one in turn.

As he passed each person, a faint green light would glow in his hand, sweeping lightly through the air.

The first person sat up, looking around in confusion.

Someone in the crowd let out a suppressed gasp, but soon everyone held their breath, not daring to make the slightest disturbance.

Amidst the gazes around him, gradually filled with gratitude and admiration, Leimu walked along the somewhat long riverbank like a saint.