From Gods to Marvel

Iris sat on the sofa, holding a light bulb in one hand.

He closed his eyes and carefully felt the power hidden in his blood.

Ancient, mysterious and pure.

The lightning arc is born from the heart, flows along the blood, and finally blooms at the fingertips.

Light, was born.

Zhi…pa.

The light went out.

He pinched the burned out light bulb helplessly, feeling at a loss for a moment.

This isn't the first time it has failed.

Magna has a solitary character, so he never thinks about how to use his divine power.

Iris is cautious by nature, and naturally he will not let the divine power pour out wantonly.

He wanted to find the node that controlled the divine power, just like installing a fuse on the electric switch to ensure that thunder and lightning would not act recklessly.

"Odin said that spears and thunder are inherently incompatible with the power of the Nordic gods. I think he is right, otherwise I should have left some power when I killed Trim."

He raised the light bulb and looked through the glass lampshade at the filament that had been completely deformed by melting.

"It's time for me to go see Thunder."

Iris stood up slowly, walked to the door and put on his coat. He opened the door and threw the light bulb into the room without looking back.

Swish.

Three point hit.

In Norse mythology, there are many legends about Gangnir. Some say it was made from the branches of the World Tree, while others say it was made by dwarves or elves.

This artifact ignores distance, ignores defense, and is almost related to cause and effect and destiny. Its killing power is astonishingly high.

As an artifact of the same type, Thunder naturally has indescribable power.

Iris was sure that the dwarf caregiver was just a mortal before. He didn't know what method Odin used. Maybe he made him awaken Suhui, or maybe he was possessed by a heroic spirit.

All in all, this dwarf now possesses the abilities and wisdom of a dark elf.

"Warrior, I have used the eternal fire to temper this artifact again.

According to the tradition of Asgardian warriors, I added eagle feathers during the tempering process so that it can return after killing the enemy. "

The dwarf raised the spear Thunder high, and Iris nervously held the handle in the middle of the spear.

It was a wonderful feeling of harmony, like the first time all senses met - he was like a new born.

"Can you please tell His Majesty Odin for me:

Thanks to his generosity, according to the agreement, I will lend the eternal fire to the gods, and I will not return it until I kill the giant. "

Iris and Thunder's minds were one, and he could detect that the spear had undergone earth-shaking changes.

He has long lost the qualification to be innocent. He is afraid of Odin, an old fox, and is worried that the dark elves may do something to Thunder.

It wasn't until the moment he held the spear that the wonderful feeling spread from his fingertips to the bottom of his heart that he finally gave up his doubts.

"I look forward to seeing how powerful this spear will be in your hands."

The dwarf raised his head with a smile, his eyes sincere.

"Lend your auspicious words."

Iris was smiling, but he was not very happy in his heart. If possible, he would never want to be involved in the war between gods and giants in his life, let alone go on a conquest with thunder in his hand.

"I don't have a choice, Thunder."

Iris murmured to himself, the lightning arc on the spear danced, and it disappeared into the palm of his hand.

……

No matter how hard Iris tried to escape, Friday still came.

There is no shortage of shortcuts in this world, and selling sex is undoubtedly a very close one, and this path does not distinguish between men and women.

Iris doesn't like to take shortcuts. As the saying goes, the gifts God bestows on people have actually already been marked with a price.

"Allright, classisover."

Rahn closed the textbook with a smile and faced the students.

She clearly has a standard London accent, but with a bit of French ennui, and the style of a mature woman is vividly displayed in her.

"Iris, come to my office."

Rahn smiled and looked at Iris sitting in the corner.

Megan raised her head subconsciously, but quickly lowered it.

"Is she interested in you?"

The black boy smiled and turned around, lying on the table and laughing.

"Oscar, you have to know that I don't want to be called a racist, but I don't mind cleaning up the scum that speaks freely."

Iris stood up slowly, put his hands on the table, and looked down at Oscar, as if there was a man-eating tiger hidden in those golden eyes.

"Dude, what's wrong with you, I was just trying to make a joke."

Oscar was used to being unscrupulous because his mother was the police chief, but today he hit a brick wall.

He was young, and he didn't understand why politicians would rather antagonize businessmen than end up with no owners.

"I'm joking too, we are classmates, aren't we?"

Iris's face turned from gloomy to bright, but Oscar didn't believe his words. That breathtaking momentum was not a joke.

"I apologize for the disrespectful language."

Oscar calmed down and said sincerely.

Iris didn't answer. He left his seat, put his hands in his pockets, and opened the front door of the classroom slowly.

"He's become more attractive, hasn't he?"

Oscar smiled and looked at Megan and shrugged.

Click, bang.

"Lao Laan..."

"Just call me Rahn."

She sat on the leather office chair without raising her head, concentrating on processing the documents.

Iris didn't want to look at her, but the first time he entered the room, he saw a large patch of white skin in her collar.

He knew that this was a trap made by a hunter.

"If you're busy today, why don't I come back another day?"

Iris was silent for a moment and grinned.

Offensive and defensive positions are instantaneous.

Rahn has not figured out his position, and what he really wants now is not Iris.

"No, these chores can be taken care of at night."

Rahn made a mistake. She made her purpose too clear. This is a taboo in negotiations and also a taboo in relationships.

She wanted to close the pen cap, but she didn't succeed the first time.

What a terrible set up.

“You know, Mr. Yutu will not allow this to happen.

And, if this comes to light, you and I will be criticized both verbally and verbally. "

Iris looked a little sad, as if the camping trip to Jin Lunga Chasm made him fall in love with Rahn.

"That's not a problem."

Rahn stood up.

Long blond slightly curly hair, fair skin, amber pupils, white shirt and black hip skirt.

All the beauty of a mature woman you can imagine is perfectly presented in Rahn.

Iris breathed faster, seemingly nervous.

Rahn smiled.

She thought she was a hunter.

Iris smiled.

Rahn thought she was a hunter?

It wasn't such a beautiful moment.

"You think so? Rahn?"

Weida kicked open the door and looked at the two people who almost kissed each other with a smile.

"I think, yes."

Iris said silently in his mind.