Marvel Celestial Master

"Here you are, Mr. Rorschach." Old Hammer said without raising his head.

He gently caressed the throne, with an uncertain expression on his face. One moment he looked ferocious like a demon, and the next moment he was full of doting.

It seems that there are two different personalities in him, biting and fighting each other in the ocean of subconsciousness.

"Hey! Old Hammer, why are you here? Are you in my dream too?" Bablu stood under the throne and shouted upward.

"No, why did I dream about you?"

"The dream about Rorschach and Anna can be explained clearly. I dreamed about Mr. Rorschach because I was envious of his superpowers and wanted to secretly learn his spells!"

"I dreamed about Miss Anna because she has a hot figure and I want to have something happen with her."

"Old Hammer, you are an old man in his 50s, why should I dream about you? This dream is really strange!"

Bablu babbled. Ever since he knew that all this was a dream, he had completely let himself go.

Just talk nonsense about what should be said and what shouldn't be said.

When Rorschach and Natasha heard Bablu's words, they both looked dumbfounded and covered their faces.

Good guy, this is so embarrassing. I didn’t expect that Bablu, who looks honest, honest, and timid, has such a rich inner world.

It's okay to secretly learn my spells. Without the support of internal strength and mental skills, even if you secretly learn the spell formula, you won't be able to cast it.However, something happened with the widowed sister.

To be honest, young man, aren't you afraid of grinding an iron pestle into a needle... Luo Xia secretly glanced at the widowed sister and thought secretly in her heart.

"Who told you...that you were in your own dream?" Old Hammer raised his head, jumped down from the throne, and landed heavily on the ground.

When Baburu listened to Old Hammer's words, his fearless expression suddenly froze: "Isn't this my dream?"

Rorschach stepped forward and patted Bablu on the shoulder: "Yes, this is not your dream. You have been completely exposed, Mr. Bablu."

Bablu's eyes were dull and his face looked desperate. At this moment, he lost all hope in life.

He felt that although he was alive, he was already dead, and he wished he could find a crack to bury his head in.

If this was not his dream, then were those headless horsemen and the flying tentacled heads in the fog real monsters?

Could it be that Old Hammer sitting on the throne is also a terrifying monster?

Bablu suddenly thought of this question, and his strong fear instantly overcame his shame.

He lowered his head and calmly took two steps back, retreating behind Rorschach.

"Mr. Rorschach, with your knowledge and wisdom, you should have guessed something!" Old Hammer walked forward slowly, the ferocious madness on his face had disappeared, replaced by wisdom and gentleness.

The moonlight shining in the hollow above his head shone on him, making the shadow behind him longer and longer.

In the end, the shadow turned into a phantom standing tall on the sky and the ground, with countless shadow tentacles flying in the position of the shadow's head.

"You are a god in Celtic mythology. The victims whose heads were beheaded in the case are all gods in Celtic mythology!" Rorschach narrowed his eyes.

"This dream belongs to Jörmungandr, the earthly python in Norse mythology!"

"I guess there should have been a magnificent divine war between the Nordic Gods and your Celtic Gods!"

"But you were defeated in the end, defeated by Odin, the God King of Asgard. The defeated were imprisoned in the dream of Jormungandr and cannot escape forever!"

"As for us coming here, we were guided and manipulated by you. You deliberately released the news about the Headless Horseman and led me to investigate the case in the direction of the Headless Horseman."

"It's just that I didn't understand two things. Why did you manipulate us to come here? What role does your daughter Emily play in this matter?"

Rorschach finished speaking in one breath, staring into Old Hammer's eyes, his body tense and secretly on guard.

Old Hammer chuckled softly, without moving, his face still calm.

But Rorschach noticed that the shadow behind him was deforming crazily, with countless tentacles growing and extending within his body.

Listening to Rorschach's words, Natasha lost the ability to think for a moment and her mind went blank.

This top S.H.I.E.L.D. agent trained by the Red Room has experienced countless crises in her decades of career as an agent, and has narrowly escaped death many times, forging her iron will.

But at this moment, she realized that her so-called willpower was just a joke.

She is just a mortal.

Everything she knew was unreal, and the world was far more complex and cruel than she imagined.

"Mr. Rorschach, I don't have much time. Come drink a cup of coffee with me, just like when we just met." The old man walked forward with a hunched body, and the shadow behind him became more and more evil.

"Coffee?" Rorschach looked confused.

This is in Jormungandr's dream. How could there be coffee?The history of coffee is about 300 years ago, but Jormungandr was already in the endless deep sea before the Middle Ages.

Old Hammer stood on the steps of the circular platform, raised his hand and waved, and a short square table appeared on the dark red carpet.

On the end of the table near Old Hammer was a steaming latte, topped with a layer of milky white condensed milk.

At the end near the Rorschach, there is a cup of oolong tea with a rich aroma.

"Sit down, Mr. Rorschach. As for the other two, I have to trouble you to sleep for a while." Old Hammer slowly sat in front of the square table and waved his hand.

Rorschach noticed a hidden force shooting out from the front, accurately hitting Bablu and Natasha.

The two of them staggered around like they were drunk.

Bablu only lasted half a second before he fell heavily to the carpet.

Natasha was relatively better, but after a few seconds, she completely lost consciousness.

"Come and stir this cup of coffee for me. Maybe this will be the last cup of coffee I drink as a human being." Old Hammer gently snapped his fingers, and a steel spoon appeared on the table.

Rorschach looked at Old Hammer's tired face, hesitated for a moment, sat opposite him, picked up a spoon and stirred the coffee.

The fragrant condensed milk is blended in little by little while stirring.

"Most of your guesses are correct. You can deduce most of the truth with so little information. I have to say, you are very powerful, Mr. Rorschach." Old Hammer took out a pack of cigarettes from somewhere and handed it to Come here.

Rorschach took the cigarette and touched around on his body, then remembered that the lighter had been sucked into the fog just now.

He summoned a bit of mana and gathered it at his fingertips. A flame ignited at his fingertips and lit the cigarette.

The old man held a cigarette in his mouth, leaned over and lit the cigarette.

After taking a deep breath, he looked at the burning sparks on the cigarette and was lost in thought.

"I am indeed a god in the Celtic pantheon, at least the part of me that is a god..." The shadow behind Old Hammer became more and more crazy, struggling violently, "I come from the Danu Clan, and we come from the sky. Above, are the descendants of the Supreme Goddess.”

"And my name is..."

"Father of the Gods - Dagda!"