Slime from the Marvel Universe

Chapter - Trial of the God of War

Accompanied by the suona's unique and coquettish tone, Ding Xian walked towards the crowd with square steps as if possessed by Huang Feihong.

The Asgardians had never heard of the suona, and they didn't understand what a BG was, but they were still attracted by the suona's overwhelming momentum. They involuntarily stepped back, making the originally crowded and narrow corridor much wider.

From a distance, Ding Xian saw a huge and gorgeous stone door, and standing in front of the door was Heimdall who was behind Ding Xian just now.

"How did you get here?" Ding Xian trotted forward and asked.

"Can you turn off the music first?" Heimdall said awkwardly.

"Oh, sorry, I was so involved that I forgot." Ding Xian sheepishly took out his phone.

After Ding Xian turned off the BG, Heimdall pointed to the silver-armored flying dragon in an open space on the side and said, "My dragon is over there."

"Okay, you're awesome." This time it was Ding Xian's turn to be speechless, but there was nothing he could do about it. After all, judging from Heimdall's performance, it was probably a ritual similar to breaking through a level, and he had to go through it in person. Fortunately, the road here is not very long, so Ding Xian didn't feel bored while listening to the music all the way.

"Are you sure you don't need a piece of armor? I can lend you one, although it may not fit." Heimdall asked Ding Xian again.

Ding Xian said with some confusion: "Why do you keep stressing about armor? Is there going to be a war soon?"

"Yes." Heimdall said calmly.

"How many?" Ding Xian was a little eager to try.

"Ninety-nine." Heimdall's tone remained calm, but Ding Xian almost choked to death on his own saliva.

After taking a breath, Ding Xian couldn't help but continue to ask: "How strong are these people?"

Heimdall thought for a while and then replied: "They are almost all titled Gods of War."

"You Asgardians are really full of talents." Ding Xian complained speechlessly.

Heimdall didn't feel dissatisfied with Ding Xian's words about leading a gang, but instead raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He said to Ding Xian: "If you are ready, open this door. Inside is the trial place. But I want to remind you that in the trial place, magic will be greatly restricted. So basically no one will use magic to fight inside."

"Huh? Then my clothes made of magic..."

"It doesn't matter. After all, you release this magic from the outside. Only the magic released from the inside will have its effect weakened or even eliminated." Heimdall explained patiently.

After listening to Heimdall's explanation, Ding Xian really wanted to use super magic at the door, but unfortunately he didn't know how to do it. This gave him the idea of ​​​​learning magic systematically. Although the abilities Ding Xian now masters are complex, they are completely It's all pieced together and completely disorganized. Ding Xian doesn't know what level he is and whether he can fight against the ninety-nine titled gods of war. Fortunately, he can improvise. 35xs

Ding Xian found a small mirror from somewhere, then stretched out his finger and tapped the mirror surface.

The surface of the mirror rippled like water, and then Frigga's image slowly emerged.

"Child, what do you want from me?" Frigga's soft voice came from the mirror.

"Well, it's not a big deal. It's just that there are ninety-nine titles of war gods in this canonization ceremony. I don't have the confidence in my heart... um... that..." Ding Xian recounted his feelings, but didn't pay attention. Another face with white hair and beard appeared in the mirror.

"That, that, that. If you accept Frigga as your mother, you won't know who I am." Odin's voice was not as majestic as usual, as if he had encountered something that made him happy. At this moment, he looked like a The uncle next door.

"The main reason is that I don't know what to call him." Ding Xian muttered.

"Why are you still confused about this? You recognize Frigga as your mother, but you don't recognize me as your mother. You can call me whatever you want. Or you can change your name and call me Uncle Odin. There is no difference in seniority between me and Sun Wukong. ." Odin waved his hand to Ding Xian not to care about these details.

"Then it's better for me to be respectful than to obey, Uncle Odin." Ding Xian followed suit.

"Hey, that's right, but are you still worried about this ceremony? You are a quasi-stellar powerhouse after all, and ninety-nine planet-level gods of war scare you?"

"It's not too scary. It's just that there are too many people and it's troublesome." Ding Xian called his uncle and started bargaining.

"Okay, since you said so, I'll give you nine people." Odin's heroic voice came from the mirror.

After hearing Odin's words, Ding Xian was naturally very happy. He looked at Heimdall with some complacency, his expression was very arrogant. However, when he saw Heimdall's still calm expression, he realized that things were not that simple. , Odin did not say what the strength of these nine people was.

So Ding Xian had to ask: "What are the strengths of those nine people?"

"Of course they are at the quasi-star level. These nine people are just as powerful as the ninety-nine before. I saved you time, so don't thank me." After saying that, God King Odin helped Frigga die. The magic communication was lost, and before the communication was closed, Ding Xian seemed to see Frigga hiding behind Odin and suppressing a smile.

"Okay, now you're asking for trouble." Ding Xian thought to himself silently.

"I wish you good luck." Heimdall smiled and sent his blessing.

Ding Xian gave him a roll of his eyes, which made him almost laugh out loud.

Ignoring Heimdall who was snickering, Ding Xian arranged his clothes and walked towards the big stone gate.

Looking up close, the stone gate is about five meters high, with exquisite reliefs carved on it, basically depicting various battle scenes and a wide variety of totem-like patterns.

"These are the glorious battles of the Asgardians. If I have enough time, I wouldn't mind telling you in detail, but now, it's time for you to go in." Looking at Ding Xian standing in front of the door in a daze, Heimdall He couldn't help but remind him loudly.

"Well, just push it away, right? No need to knock on the door or open any mechanism."

"Just push it."

Hearing this, Ding Xian pressed his hands on the door, and then pushed forward, but did not push.

"Oh, it's quite heavy." Ding Xian has long known that this stone gate is not simple, but only now can he truly feel its weight.

"Hey!" After trying again, Ding Xian slowly pushed the stone door open, and an empty Gobi desert appeared in front of Ding Xian.

Unlike the Gobi Desert on Earth, the main color here is not earthy yellow, but off-white. Some unknown gray-white gravel covered the entire ground, and the gray sky made the place even more dreary.