In Marvel, people are slime Chapter 201

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Laimu ()

Ailisi ()

Odin ()

Sol ()

Fulijia ()

Wo-sitag ()

Fandaer ()

Huogen ()

Xifu ()

Jian·fusite (·)

Haila ()

Walking into the temple in Kathmandu, there were many large and small prayer wheels. People put their hands on them, and as they walked, the wheels spun with a clatter.

Amidst the billowing smoke, people dressed in red or yellow monk robes were either chanting or silent.

Most of the divine statues in the temple had ferocious faces, with large eyes staring at everyone in front of them, trying to instill fear in them.

“Let’s go…”

Laimu, pulling Ailisi, had just finished visiting a temple and was about to leave when a black crow suddenly flapped its wings and landed on the door.

A monk stepped forward and offered it some scattered grains.

In Nepal, crows symbolize auspicious birds and are messengers of the gods, and locals have a tradition of offering sacrifices to them.

The raven, completely black, pecked a few grains, then cawed and flew onto Laimu’s shoulder, whispering something into his ear under the monk’s astonished gaze.

Before the crow flew away, Laimu, following the local custom, took out a large piece of chocolate and fed it into the crow’s mouth.

…Hey? You don’t eat it? It’s really delicious!

…Still not eating? Then don’t blame me for getting rough!

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Odin was old.

So old that he was powerless to control the country of Asgard.

A few days ago, he had to recall his son, Sol, who lived on Earth, and pass the throne to him.

In a secluded courtyard in the backyard of Asgard’s royal palace.

Odin, dressed in plain clothes at this time, looked no different from an ordinary white-haired old man.

After abdicating, he lived here, going nowhere, only drinking tea and teasing birds in the company of his wife.

Just like today, lying on a lounge chair in the courtyard, teasing the crow standing on the armrest.

But in such leisurely days, the worry on his face grew heavier by the day.

It wasn’t that he was worried that Sol lacked the ability to govern – he knew his son didn’t have it and likely never would.

Anyway, with officials at all levels, he only needed to be a symbol and the faith of the people.

What Odin was truly worried about was a woman he had sealed in Helheim, one of the Nine Realms, for some reason. The Goddess of Death of Asgard, his daughter… his little-known eldest daughter, Haila.

A brutal and bloodthirsty woman.

Odin’s power was constantly declining.

After his last clash with Laimu, he felt that as his power weakened, the seal was also weakening. At that time, he did not participate in the of the Dark Elves precisely to go to Helheim to reinforce the seal.

And now, the seal was in a precarious state… Haila could break through at any moment, perhaps in the next second…

Dark clouds suddenly covered the entire sky, and the ground began to shake slightly… Haila’s power came from all of Asgard; she was almost one with the land of Asgard.

Odin looked up at the sky, sighed deeply, his eyes filled with an indescribable mix of pity and hatred.

“…She’s here…”

The old man picked up the crow from the armrest of the chair, whispered a few words to it, and then threw it into the air.

“Hope it’s not too late…”

His wife, Fulijia, walked behind him, gently placing her hands on his shoulders, and softly comforted him, “Don’t worry, it’s definitely not too late.”

…

In front of the gates of Asgard’s royal palace, countless soldiers stood ready, fully armed with weapons and shields, a chilling aura permeating the entire scene.

Nearby residents had all been evacuated; this place was about to become a battlefield.

Sol, who had just become the King of Asgard, stood in the middle of the square in front of the gate. He wore a shimmering golden runic armor, a long red cape trailing behind him, and held Mjolnir, the Hammer of Thor. Just standing there, he was like a golden sun.

The Asgardian Three Warriors, Wo-sitag the Lion of Asgard, Fandaer the Master Swordsman, Huogen, and the goddess Xifu stood behind him, their expressions solemn and anxious.

Especially Wo-sitag, the oldest of the Lion of Asgard, he kept licking his lips, unable to hide his nervousness.

Only those who had experienced the days when Haila accompanied Odin in conquering the Nine Realms truly understood the significance of the so-called Goddess of Death.

On the high city walls of the palace, Jian·fusite, Thor’s girlfriend, was equally nervous and worried, constantly looking down.

She had come to Asgard with Sol to attend a ceremony, but had stayed a few extra days, and never expected such a thing to happen.

At one moment, the sky suddenly became overcast with dark clouds, the wind howled, and the ground shook violently.

Asgard’s golden-armored soldiers stood unmoving, calm like machines, only heavy breathing could be heard… These young warriors did not know Haila. Under Odin’s deliberate erasure, the new generation, including Sol, had not known until now that Asgard had a first princess.

In everyone’s sight, a deep green suddenly appeared in the distant sky.

A figure in black and green leather armor walked out of it, her head adorned with sharp, spider-like blade bevels, her expression disdainful and intoxicated.

Haila floated in the air, her hands outstretched, feeling the power surge back into her body—all of Asgard was supplying her with power; standing here, she was immortal, an absolutely unbeatable existence!

“Odin—I’m back! Come out and die!”

As her voice, filled with resentment, echoed from afar, hundreds of black flying swords appeared out of thin air behind her, striking at the golden-armored soldiers on the ground from nearly a thousand meters away!

The black, hiltless blades streaked through the air, leaving black trails and a sharp whooshing sound, instantly piercing through armor and shields!

In an instant, there was a clang of metal, a resounding crash!

Asgard’s seemingly impregnable army was easily pierced through before her!

After the sword rain.

Blood stained the land, leaving only low moans and the scattered sounds of metal weapons falling to the ground.

Fear and anger surged onto every old, young, and naive face… But in the face of absolute power, no matter how many people there were, they were just ants.

Haila flew closer, spreading her hands forward, and countless more dense flying swords condensed behind her, arraying themselves.

“Stop!”

Sol was both shocked and angry, raising Mjolnir towards Haila, his body flickering with dazzling blue and white lightning, “Haila! Stop! Your opponent is me!”

“What, not even calling me ‘sister’? Who taught you to be so rude?”

Haila laughed mockingly, looking down at him from above.

“Was it that old bastard Odin?”

“This is a war between you and me! It has nothing to do with anyone else! If you don’t want to rule an empty city! Then, you, and I, fight! Whoever wins, will be the King of Asgard!”

“Alright, then I’ll satisfy you, my dear brother.”