I don't want to agree!
Odin wanted to say this, and when he was younger, he might have said it.
A dimensional demon who is cunning, treacherous and discredited, but always claims to have a spirit of contract.
A supreme wizard who seems to be an otherworldly sage who doesn't care about anything, but is more ruthless than anyone else in fleecing people.
A person who has just started out, has great potential in the future, and has already developed his own unique style of doing things.
One...? Never mind. A bald, one-eyed mortal wasn't worth wasting energy and saliva on. The only thing he remembered was that, like him, he had one eye. After all, the rule that only one-eyed people had a chance of becoming powerful still existed in this world. But that didn't apply to the mortal before him. He was emitting energy fluctuations, but they were neither strong nor substantial.
How could Odin not be worried when such a group of people suddenly joined hands and wanted to interfere in the affairs of the Nine Realms?
While he didn't know the saying "it's easier to invite a deity than to send it away," he understood the principle. There was no way these collaborators would honestly and unconditionally help restore the Nine Realms. If they truly relied on them, the Nine Realms would likely become like a sieve, riddled with holes.
Even Odin could guess what these people were eyeing in the Nine Realms.
Mephisto set his sights on the souls of the Nine Realms, but the creatures of the Nine Realms usually return to the Hades in the underworld.
The Supreme Sorcerer set her sights on the energy of the other nine realms. Although she no longer lacked energy, that didn't mean she had enough.
As expected, Luke set his sights on the knowledge and resources of the Nine Realms.
As for Nick? Odin made no comment on this makeshift collaborator. He didn't enjoy analyzing the thoughts of a mortal; it would be offensive to him.
But if the three of them work together, will the Nine Realms at that time really still be the Nine Realms of Asgard?
Odin was skeptical.
"I've heard of a prophecy called the Twilight of the Gods." Mephisto looked at Odin, whose face was gloomy and uncertain, and suddenly spoke.
"What do you want to say?"
Ragnarok was the source of Odin's greatest sense of crisis. Mephisto's bluntness in revealing this truth made Odin think he was threatening him, and he felt a sense of resistance.
"Since Ragnarok is inevitable, why not cooperate for once? You're also a major shareholder in the Energy Bank," Mephisto said, his hands spread wide. He was almost saying you're going to make a killing so you can make a comeback later.
Anyway, you are only the Lord of the Nine Realms in name only.
Odin understood what Mephisto said, and Loki behind him also understood what Mephisto said. Thor was confused and was influenced by the news of the so-called Ragnarok, and had some wrong ideas.
Loki looked at Mephisto with a puzzled expression. The other party's proposal was undoubtedly in the interests of Asgard, but it was a bit of a rip-off for the other nine realms. If some unexpected event caused problems with the loans to the other nine realms, it would not be a matter of winning once.
"I need to review the plan and discuss it with the other kings." After a moment's silence, Odin finally relented, but he also set a time limit: "But everything must be done after the Dark Elf coalition is defeated."
"I can provide you with a demonic mercenary army, absolutely loyal! No need to worry about their casualties!" It seemed that his collaboration with Luke had broadened his horizons, opening the door to a new world. He now saw a bright future in everything. The powerful or rebellious individuals under his command had always been a headache for him, but now, they seemed quite endearing.
"The number of mages is not large at the moment, but when necessary, I can provide multiple mage teleportation teams." Gu Yi pondered for a moment and spoke.
"Superhuman equipment, mechanical armies, biological weapons," Luke said casually. These were all aid items he had previously agreed to with Thor, and he had received payment for them. He had even outsourced some of them. After all, for the sake of the future, he had to cultivate some vassal companies. Anything with low profits, low technical content, or that would affect Heberon's reputation could be handed over to these vassal companies.
That's right, it's the Atrium Enterprise represented by giants such as Osborne.
Soldiers, logistics, equipment suppliers.
Odin argued with Mephisto and the others about deeper issues of interest, and finally, they reached a harmonious and successful conclusion in the quarrel, formally signing the first Nine Realms Aid Agreement and the Demon Mercenary Agreement of the Hell Dimension in this universe.
Thor's head was buzzing throughout the meeting, feeling a bit dizzy from taking in so much information. He swore that next time, he would rather take Mjolnir to a duel with Malekith than attend a meeting filled with calculations and schemes.
He thought about it and turned his head to look at his younger brother, hoping to get the same feeling from him. However, what he saw were his younger brother Loki's eyes that were shining so brightly that he was afraid.
Loki really liked this kind of meeting. It didn't require any violence, just the division and exchange of interests to achieve the goal. This way of solving problems by using brains instead of brute force was something he really welcomed and loved.
Odin glanced at his two sons, each with their own different thoughts, and sighed inwardly, feeling a little tired.
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"Be careful not to damage the eggs!"
Asgardian soldiers transported black urns one by one from the hazy glow of the Rainbow Bridge. Nearby, densely packed black urns were neatly stacked along the wall. Following the command of their leader, Hogun, the Asgardian soldiers carefully placed the black urns they held in their hands on the designated open space.
Within the vast space, at least thousands of black urns were placed. Each one was half a man's height, about four feet tall, and weighed four pounds. The urns had patterns on them, and the Asgardian soldiers arranged them accordingly.
"Is this Luke's Rainbow Bridge? It seems different from the one in Asgard." Volstagg, a towering figure resembling a small giant, approached, fully armed. He had a large belly and a brown beard, and his voice was deep and rich. He looked at the Rainbow Bridge, which shone like a wall of light, a black brilliance, blinked, and gestured.
"It's just another application of the Bifrost model. If you want, our Bifrost can do the same. After all, the core device of our current Bifrost is derived from the same source as Luke's. They were both made by the same person." Hogan patted Volstagg's belly, motioning him to move aside to make room for the soldiers. His massive size made the already cramped space feel a bit crowded.
"Let me see. Is this the aid Luke has given us? These black jars?" Volstag stepped aside, not blocking the busy soldiers' path. He surveyed the black jars placed around him and asked in a muffled voice. A hint of disappointment lingered in his eyes as he inquired. In his opinion, Luke's support should have been some kind of extraordinary weaponry or equipment. These black jars, carefully placed to prevent them from breaking, truly gave Volstag pause.
"It's not a black clay pot, but some kind of insect eggs placed in special materials." Hogan answered while supervising the surroundings.
"Eggs?" Volstagg wiped his beard. "What's the use of them? Eat them?"
"Eat, eat, eat! You're always thinking about eating." Hogan rolled his eyes. "According to Luke, these are some kind of very dangerous biological weapons. They have powerful parasitic and reproductive abilities. They mature quickly and have strong vitality. The healthier the host, the stronger the mature form."
"How strong is it? Have you seen it?" Volstagg became interested.
"They are disgusting creatures. You don't want to be their opponents." Hogan's face changed as if he recalled something that made him unable to bear the thought. He replied hurriedly.
Just as Volstagg was about to say something, a massive black creature's head poked out from the black Rainbow Bridge. Several Asgardian soldiers, nervously pulling chains thick as their arms and etched with magical spells, pulled the black beast across the Rainbow Bridge.
When the black beast emerged from the Rainbow Bridge, even Volstagg shuddered at its appearance. While his brain wasn't as sharp as Hogan's, having fought alongside Thor, he possessed a unique understanding of biological danger.
He currently felt some kind of powerful threat from the other party, as if he was being targeted by the most powerful ice beast.
The black beast's body was somewhat bloated, yet its lines remained sleek and perfect. Standing upright, it stood at least seven meters tall, as tall as a small building. A nimble and powerful tail swished behind it. Its body resembled a smooth, black shell. Its head was a streamlined, spindle-shaped mass, its mouth filled with sharp teeth, like a shark's undersea. Its saliva dripped from its mouth, corroding pits into the Asgardian floor. A cerulean gemstone adorned its forehead. Its eyes lazily scanned its surroundings, and it trudged along, led by the Asgardian soldiers, towards the new lair Asgard had arranged for it.
After the black monster walked away, the suddenly quiet space around it seemed to have regained some vitality and liveliness.
"Oh my God! This giant beast is a good mount! Did you see the way it looked at me just now? It seems to have quite a bit of intelligence!" Volstagg was greatly surprised, but also inexplicably excited. He took a few steps forward, grabbed Hogan's shoulders, and shook him while shouting.
"Mount? No, no, no, she is not a mount! Also, let go of your hand, you barbarian!" Hogan, whose bones were aching from being held by Volstagg, slapped his hand that was holding his shoulder several times, correcting his concept and urging him.
"Then what is it?" Volstagg let go of his hand obediently. Hogan's attack had no effect on him.
"The Matrix," Hogan replied after taking a deep breath.
"I don't understand." Volstagg touched the back of his head and smiled foolishly.
"What else do you know besides eating?" Hogan said helplessly, rubbing his sore shoulders.
"Fight!" Volstagg raised his arms and made a muscle-puffing gesture.
"Okay, okay." Hogan responded perfunctorily, bringing the topic back to the previous point: "That's the mother of these insect eggs. She's part of the deal. She has high hunting intelligence and is very dangerous. You'd better not provoke or provoke her."
"Will it go to the battlefield with us?" Volstagg glanced at the direction where the mother body disappeared.
"No, unless it comes to the last step, otherwise she can only be strictly protected by us as a breeding machine." Hogan shook his head. As the person responsible for the handover with Luke Heberon, he had read the relevant information about the mother of the Blud subspecies that Luke gave him.
"A reproductive machine?" Volstagg's eyes widened.
"She is not a normal creature. She is a dangerous Zerg created by Luke using technology, and has enhanced certain aspects! They have powerful lethality, superb hunting ability, and tenacious vitality. In these aspects, they are quite excellent biological weapons. Luke embedded the ant colony organization gene in her genes. This mother is equivalent to the queen ant and the queen bee. Only by mastering her can we control these biological weapons. We will tell her the plan, and she will be responsible for driving her own sub-colony to implement it." Hogan explained.
Of course, unless the scale is increased, these swarms of the Bruder subspecies castrated by Luke will not be able to destroy the dark elf coalition in the short term.
"Sounds good. How are we going to do that?" Volstagg shrugged. "How are we going to use these black pots?"
"They're currently dormant. We just need to find the dark elves' camp and use the Rainbow Bridge to transport these black jars there. We'll wake them from dormancy and let them do whatever they want for now." Hogan said briskly, "This is just a way to delay them and buy us time. Heberon is still producing other equipment and weapons."
"That's great. What does it eat?" Volstagg still had a fond memory of the Bruder Queen. Its body, imbued with a violent beauty, left a lasting impression. It was like seeing a tiger or lion up close.
"Let me think about it." Hogan looked up and thought for a moment. "According to what Luke said, this Zerg eats everything. Its diet is quite diverse. From ore to metal, from flesh to plant matter, it can devour everything and convert it into energy. It's just a matter of efficiency. We're currently using energy concentrate mixed with some extraordinary metals as its rations. The eggs produced this way will be more tenacious and stronger."
"I always thought Luke was into mechanical engineering. Where are Fandral and Sif? I haven't seen them for a long time?" Volstagg muttered vaguely.
"Fandral and Sif have their own things to do. They are coordinating with the Lord of the Hell dimension and the Supreme Mage of Midgard," said Hogan.
"In other words, I'm the only one who wasn't assigned anything?" Volstagg looked at Hogan who was busy calculating and supervising, blinked, and said in disbelief.