Chapter 1336: The Mystery of the Feast (Part 3)

When the afterglow of the sunset was about to fall below the horizon, distant and desolate drumbeats sounded in the empty banquet hall, pulling people into the magnificent battlefield in one second.

Asgardian traditional music is the horn for war ships to set sail, and also the war drums for powerful god race warriors to go on an expedition.

The art developed by the military country with the longest history in this universe all carries sharp murderous intent. The colder, the grander, the more shocking it is.

The atmosphere of the luxurious and gorgeous dance hall stagnated the moment the rapid music sounded.

The coldness and utilitarianism that were usually well-hidden in the eyes of the guests with enthusiastic smiles flowed out with the rough plucking sound. As soon as the drumbeat left a beat, countless elegant figures stepped into the dance floor with civilized dance steps.

The tips of the shoes are like swords, and the skirts are like knives. Under the feast of a wider vanity fair, there must be more mysteries hidden.

One pair after another of figures danced out the dance steps that are currently popular in the interstellar society. Hela's black long hair just brushed Stark's shoulders, and another pair of figures behind them swept across the edge of the dance floor.

Loki rarely wore a pure white off-shoulder long dress often worn by Asgardian goddesses. The long hair on her temples was braided into several thin braids, forming a complete circle behind her head, enclosing several flowers with undropped dew, and the remaining long hair hung down like a waterfall.

Schiller wore traditional British formal wear. Even in human society, this kind of formal wear is the most formal. If it is matched with a monocle hanging with a thin gold chain, it shows some pedantry.

This doctor rarely attends in grand attire, but for the wedding of the Asgardian God King, no matter how grand the dress is, it is not too much.

"What do you think your sister and Tony talked about?"

Schiller held Loki's waist and spun on the dance floor, but obviously, on such an occasion, dancing is not the theme at all. Everyone is taking the opportunity of dancing close to chat about things they want to chat about.

"Ragnarok." Loki answered without hesitation. She sighed lightly and said, "Hela is only interested in this now. If it weren't for Thor being much stronger than her now, she would never appear here."

"I also just learned about the legend of this long princess." Schiller took a small step back, making room for Loki to spin, and said as if with some emotion: "Do you think there will be a moment when Odin really feels regret? This beautiful and powerful princess should have been his greatest masterpiece in his life."

"Odin has regretted it for a long time."

Loki was still so certain. When she turned into a goddess, her eyes always contained a coldness that other goddesses didn't have. Her tone also had a trace of mockery: "People all think that when Asgard has another princess, the one who is happiest is Frigga."

"But I know that every time I appear in front of Odin as a princess, it's like picking at the thorn in his heart."

"Perhaps this is the greatest revenge I can make. Only in Hela's matter, the All-Father cannot say a word of having a clear conscience."

Schiller moved his steps, came to Loki's side with the drumbeat, and the two exchanged positions. He sighed lightly and said: "In any case, that Highness who was once famous in the universe will never return. Her final legend, the mission of personally ending the fate of the gods, also ended the moment Thor became the God King of Light."

"You also don't know what Tony Stark wants to do, right?" Loki changed the subject.

"There is no doubt that his goal is gods." Schiller paused slightly, as if deliberately hanging his appetite. After seeing Loki's eyebrows wrinkle, he continued: "But not gods like you. You are just god races that use cosmic power. His goal is bigger."

"Aren't you afraid that he will really cause some trouble?"

"Did you ask Tony this question, and the target was me?"

Loki's expression was stunned, and finally she shook her head, as if helpless, and said: "I never thought that one day, I would represent the god race to request you humans not to sandwich Asgard between your crazy struggles."

"There is no such good thing in this world." Schiller stared into Loki's eyes and said: "Wanting to use human wisdom, but not wanting to bear their madness, you know how tightly these two are intertwined in the human soul. Perhaps now is the time for you to pay the bill."

Loki's eyes crossed Schiller to look at another pair of figures on the dance floor; it was Thor and Sif.

The newlywed God King couple joined the dance floor amidst the cheers of the crowd, but Loki understood that including herself, everyone in Asgard had no chance to celebrate the God King's wedding so steadily.

Just as Schiller said, human wisdom changed all this, and they must bear the madness that comes with wisdom.

Crazy to the point that they could have united as one and walked this path, but only for those ethereal emotional stimuli and the satisfaction of causing trouble for no reason, they killed each other.

But perhaps, every intelligent creature is crazy. Their love and hate make them never stop fighting, and Asgard is the same.

Thor took back his gaze and put his gaze on Sif's slightly worried expression again. He hugged Sif with his broad arms like a dutiful husband, letting her spin on the dance floor without restriction, without having to worry about bumping into others.

Sif also rarely wore a gorgeous dark golden long dress, her hair was tied in a complex and complicated bun, leaving only two long hairs hanging down from her forehead, looking mature and gentle.

She looked at her future husband, still handsome, strong, and full of charming masculine temperament, and the exquisiteness and gentleness brought by the God King's royal clothes neutralized the wild temperament on him. He is the dream lover of all Asgardian goddesses, Sif thought.

But he is not just her husband, he is also the God King of Asgard, the monarch of all people in Asgard. The relationship between the royal family and the family has been full of blurred entanglements since ancient times, and most of them are difficult to have both.

"Heimdall..." Sif spat out this name with some difficulty.

"I know, I know, Sif." Thor responded to her, saying: "The All-Father trusted your brother so much that he handed over Asgard's most important weapon, the Rainbow Bridge, to him to manage. But fleet reform and personnel adjustments are inevitable. You should believe me, believe your husband, this is just a temporary pain."

"Of course." Sif lowered her eyelids. With the pause of another drumbeat, she exchanged positions with Thor and then danced again. The future queen restrained her slightly low voice and said as gently as possible: "I of course believe you, Your Majesty, but I am worried that my brother has been lonely at home for too long, and my other relatives will feel sad for him."

"So that's it. Since they have high hopes for Heimdall, then I think they are naturally willing to let more important positions in the fleet be vacated for Heimdall to choose as he pleases..."

Sif breathed a sigh of relief, patted Thor's arm as if relieved, the pain between her eyebrows disappeared, she looked at Thor's face intently, and used the few private time left in this wedding to enjoy her handsome husband to the fullest.

"I said, Sif will learn very quickly."

Another drumbeat empty beat, Frigga, who was still smiling gently, held Odin's shoulder and spun over with light dance steps.

Odin's expression remained unchanged, and he said in a consistently low tone: "Since ancient times, no matter which royal family, relatives are problems that have to be dealt with. I am very glad that I don't have to have a headache for this during Asgard's rapid development period."

"Yes, you killed my whole family, naturally you never have to worry about this." Frigga's smile didn't even fade. The gentle goddess just shook her head lightly and said with some emotion: "It's just that you never remember when I became the most beautiful Queen of Gods from the first mage of the Nine Realms."

Odin hugged Frigga tighter, as if to gain some sense of security from this control.

He had long known that his beautiful wife was not as gentle as she appeared on the surface. Odin favored Thor, Frigga bet on Loki. Odin had not mocked his wife's choice in his heart.

After all, she no longer had a family to rely on, and Loki was weak in physique. Odin thought that as long as he had absolute power, there would be no chance for this mother and son.

But now, Loki's performance of planning and strategy proves that Odin did underestimate Loki. If the facts really developed as the All-Father arranged, this younger son would give him a fatal blow sooner or later.

Without the power of the God King, Odin has to rely on the feelings between Frigga and his son to let these two brothers, and even his eldest daughter, remember his achievements other than the failure of family education.

"I've abdicated anyway, no need to mention the past, dear, focus on dancing." Odin lowered his head and kissed Frigga's forehead, saying.

The drumbeats became more and more rapid, the music became louder and louder, and the smiles on everyone's faces became more and more enthusiastic, as if they were dedicated to enjoying the joy of dancing to their heart's content, or perhaps in that private conversation at the moment of approaching each other, they obtained the results they wanted.

The skirt slid over the clean shoe surface, the metal accessories flashed with dazzling luster, the flowing light slid over the soft hair, and with the last heavy drumbeat and high-pitched music falling at the same time, the field was suddenly silent.

The skirt was gathered, the hair fell, a perfect dance ended, guests of all races cast their eyes on the God King in the field, and Thor stretched out his arms to applaud, and everyone applauded to celebrate in the way of the banquet host.

The enthusiastic applause spread further and further in the empty banquet hall. Outside the colored glass windows of the Immortal Palace, the golden sunset slowly sank under the bridge, and the last ray of afterglow pulled open the curtain of the night with an elegant posture.

Hearing no other drumbeats, people in the banquet hall knew that the dance was really over, so people turned around one after another and walked towards the dining table and drink table, intending to chat with new goals about the dance experience.

Stark and Hela, Schiller and Loki, Thor and Sif, Odin and Frigga turned around and walked in different directions.

And just when the last person turned his back, a breeze blew down from above the ceiling, followed by a dull thud.

"Bang!"

A corpse fell from the sky.

It was the Queen of the Shi'ar Empire. Everyone looked back, only to see blood and skirts blooming on the ground at the same time, like a red and gold flower. ===== CHAPTER 1337 =====