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Of course he does! I even think about it in my dreams! Lead the Asgardian army to defeat those demons and once again promote Asgard's name in the universe!

But he still understands the priorities. If Asgard will suffer huge losses due to a meaningless war, then it is better not to do this expedition...

"Don't worry, Thor."

Frigga gently stroked her son's hair and said softly

"The expedition will not change. We cannot break our contracts with others."

"Then what about the protection of the Nine Realms?" Thor frowned.

"Heimdall's prophecy - or my father ordered us to protect the nine realms and fight against disasters, but if we leave with a large army -"

Thor is of course referring to the time between the Dark Elves and Hela. It can be said that it was that time that led to the beginning of the Winter of Fimbul and the evolution of the current bad situation.

Moreover, Frigga almost died in the invasion. Thor would not want such a dangerous thing to happen again.

"Sometimes, we have to give prophecies a chance to come true." Frigga said in a mysterious tone.

"Sometimes, we also have to make prophecies come true, whether they are good or bad."

Frigga accepted her own death calmly, and also accepted the tricks of fate.

Insisting on resisting fate can be said to be a precious quality, but it is just the self-righteous resistance of ignorant people who do not understand the power of fate.

Most importantly, this was what her husband meant. Odin intends to promote the fulfillment of the prophecy, so what reason does she have to oppose it?

"By the way, where is Loki?"

"He didn't leave the room early in the morning." Sylvie curled her lips and said disdainfully

"He kept saying he felt the fear of death..."

215. Sixty-million-year-old ancient undead spirit

"It's not bad luck to witness your own death."

Story: Loki looked at his other self who was pale and huddled in the corner, and said in a playful and pleasant tone.

"You dreamed about your own death in another world, right? Actually, you don't need to be so afraid."

"You keep doing this kind of thing, don't you get used to it?"

Loki ignored his other self. After all, he knew exactly how bad his character was.

He just raised his head with a pale face and said in a weak voice

"Get out, get out now!"

"Haha, I just came to see you." Story Loki showed a mischievous smile

"More interesting things are still in Midgard, so I won't accompany you."

"Also, remember to review the things I taught you. After all, you may be able to use them soon..."

After saying that, Loki disappeared here quietly like a paintbrush that had been wiped by an eraser.

Loki collapsed to the ground as if out of strength, with deep confusion and fear in his eyes.

As another one said, Loki dreamed of...death.

But it was not a precognitive dream, or at least it was not his precognitive dream in this world.

He dreamed of himself dying tragically under the wave of destruction and death in a completely different Battle of New York.

That dream was truly terrifying, and for Loki, who was familiar with magic, his understanding of dreams was naturally far beyond that of ordinary people.

Stupid Midgardians think that dreams are just a form of biological brain waves, but anyone who has studied magic knows that 'dreams' themselves are a kind of self-extending magic.

Dreams represent the withdrawal of thinking, and the soul and consciousness are immersed in another world, traveling in endless fantasy dimensions.

The most representative spell of the mystics, 'astral projection', is another form of dream. By solidifying the mind and soul into endless dimensions, one can learn precious knowledge in countless worlds.

And an Asgardian like Loki is still a skilled mage. He shouldn't have dreamed, a mistake that only novices and rookies make.

unless……

It was a true prophetic dream.

One incident made Loki foresee his fate of dying tragically under the endless steel corpses.

…

"Who am I?" "Where am I?" "Where am I going?"

What was always echoing in Tony's mind were Plato's famous three questions and answers.

The three philosophical questions and answers regarding one’s own existence, the constitution of the world, and the ultimate unity with all things—the template of almost any philosophical question can be applied to it.

But Tony was not interested in studying such philosophy.

He was just...confused.

All of his memory units only remain when he enters the quantum locator with enough supplies to track the whereabouts of Dr. Green to another parallel world.

He wants the land of that world, he wants the people of that world, and he wants to invade another world in order to feed his people.

But what followed was a huge energy fluctuation that could not be described in words.

What form of energy is it and what kind of physical composition can it have to invade the quantum dimension - this is something Tony no longer has the ability to think about.

All he could do was to preserve his own sanity as much as possible in this almost endless wandering.

In the quantum dimension, time is stretched crazily. One second may be an instant, and an instant may be a hundred years.

Tony can no longer count time, or in other words, his time care is shattered after entering the quantum dimension.

Along with the concept of time, his memory was also shattered.

The part that wanted to be broken the most was naturally the human part of Tony.

The hippocampus, which is still a part of the memory, is damaged faster than imagined.

But Tony's memory has not faded away. With a large number of picometer-level chips as recording units, he remembers every second of memory.

What disappears along with the hippocampus is emotion.

When Tony thought of this, his emotions had already fallen into hopeless collapse.

He found that he had forgotten his friendship with Rod, his admiration for Steve, his affection for his parents, and... his love for Pepper.

The great love that humans have sung countless times is actually not an incredible thing in the end.

The speed at which they fade away and become corrupt is not even comparable to the aging time of chips...

This long period of wandering even ended when Tony had begun to count the aging speed of his chips.

When Tony 'opened his eyes', the sunlight he captured was dazzling and dazzling, like a hot and huge fireball.

He 'stood up' and unconcernedly pulled off the completely rotten part of his body.

This body, which was almost purely forged from living metal, began to repair itself, and soon the complete 'Iron Man' appeared.

"Infrared component scanning, atmospheric component detection, soil sample comparison..."

Tony began to explore the surrounding environment almost instantly, and soon, he also came up with a surprising answer.

All the physical environments here are highly similar to those on Earth! Or rather, exactly the same!

But the only problem is that the exact same thing is not the modern era where Tony lives, but...

The era of 60 million years ago.

…

"We are the Necrons. Before we were given this name, we were called the Necrontyr."

"We are born on a planet with an extremely bad and harsh environment. Our sun is like a furnace full of toxins, burning our skin and taking away all our health."

"The average of our race does not even live to be twenty-five years old, and it is difficult for our children to survive the toil of birth."

"However, we are so terrible, but we have an absolutely great master!"

"His name is Beep Beep Beep (here destroyed)."

"Our responsibility, our mission, our existence..."

“God*\u0026…\u0026rebellion*\u0026*destroys the organism.”

All procedures and information come to an abrupt end here.

No matter how Carol looked through the memory components of the mechanical skull head in front of him, there was no sign of repair.

Even the mechanical head, which was almost destroyed by her raging cosmic energy, took less than a minute to start slowly repairing itself.

"What are they?"

Carol looked at the mechanical steel skull and whispered to himself.

She might... no, she just released a devil.

A group of demons who are more generous than demons.

She still remembered that scene, because it was what happened at Fomalhaut in the center of the Southern Fish constellation not long ago.

Coming out of the huge portal torn apart by the space gem was a group of beings calling themselves the 'Necrons'.

All of them are a group of real steel skeletons. Their bodies are made up of incomprehensible metal materials, and their cold and incomplete consciousness only has endless hatred for all organisms!

At that time, the legion of demons besieging Xandar's exile fleet suffered a devastating blow.

Even though the demon was accustomed to using human sea tactics and returning from death, it was the first time he experienced the experience of being a victim of his own tactics.

If their demons still need to travel to the Twisting Nether to resurrect from the dead, then this Necron is truly immortal.

Even if they wear down these steel corpses to the molecular level, they will be pulled by a beam of light almost the next moment, and then immediately complete the repairs and rush out of the black stone pyramid.

Even the legion of demons who are immortal and immortal like the stars in the sky cannot withstand such a terrifying wheel battle.

Not to mention that their opponents are not cannon fodder who only know the tactics of looking up at the crowd.

The technology of these Necron is frightening!

Not to mention the universal material dissociation rays, each of their tomb technicians seems to have mastered a technology that can distort time and space, and their weapons reveal countless concepts and techniques that even in the universe are just concepts and weapons to shoot at.

The elite legion led by Archimonde suffered an absolute collapse within half an hour of fighting.

Even Archimonde himself almost fell into the acceleration of evil energy and died under the guidance of the thrown entropic spear.

Fortunately, he was not killed by his own evil power, but unfortunately - he still died.

It's really gratifying that the great demon that roamed across the sea of ​​stars and slaughtered countless people suffered such a fate, but if that meant releasing another group of demons, it wouldn't be something to be thankful for at all.

Carol always felt guilty, so she kept looking for ways to make amends.

But...what will be the result?

Maybe the father of the gods who had induced him to throw the Cube knew something, but how could Carol know about Odin's whereabouts?

"Meow~~~~"

A meowing sound awakened Carol from her guilt and thoughts. She stroked the element-devouring beast's head and sighed quietly.

"You don't have to feel guilty at all, you didn't do anything wrong."

Following the sound, Cross entered the room. The only lucky ones in the disaster that day were the Xandar exile fleet that managed to escape, and Cross, the commander of the Nova Corps who managed to survive.

Now Carol is on their ship, traveling with these tenacious rebels.

"But I made those Necrons appear in the universe." Carol said in a depressed tone.

"Don't say that. Even without you, the Infinity Stone will activate itself sooner or later."

Cross patted Carol on the shoulder and comforted softly.

"And even if there wasn't that door, wouldn't these monsters be everywhere?"

The current Necron craze across the galaxy does not come from the portal in the center of the Austral Fish constellation.

Most of the Necrons suddenly 'awakened' from the underground of planets.

Although the scale cannot be said to be huge, and the order of awakening is not uniform, the spread of these monsters like a plague and the terrifying destructive power are still frightening. In a short period of time, these monsters transform all flesh and blood life into inorganic Monsters are already as big a problem as the Burning Legion.

"That doesn't sound like you're trying to comfort me," Carol complained.

"But it is indeed not your responsibility." Cross smiled, she stroked the head of the beast, and sighed.

"The universe we live in is actually not peaceful in the first place. It's just that our generation has been lucky enough to have good times. In fact, the current war-torn situation may be our normal status quo."