Chapter 1353: The Mystery of the Feast (Part 3)

When the afterglow of the setting sun was about to fall below the horizon, the distant and desolate drum beats sounded in the empty banquet hall, pulling people into the magnificent battlefield in a second.

Asgard's traditional music is the horn for warships to set sail, and it is also the war drum for powerful Protoss warriors to go to war.

The art developed by the oldest military country in this universe is all sharp and murderous. The colder, the more grand, and the more shocking.

The atmosphere of the luxurious and gorgeous ballroom stagnated at the moment when the rapid music sounded.

The coldness and utilitarianism that have always been well hidden in the eyes of the guests with warm smiles flowed out with the rough plucking sound. As soon as the drum beats were empty, countless elegant figures stepped into the dance floor with civilized dance steps.

The tip of the shoe is like a sword, and the hem of the skirt is like a knife. Under the feast in the broader world of fame and fortune, there must be more mysteries hidden.

Pairs of figures danced smoothly in the current popular dance steps in the interstellar society. Hela's long black hair just brushed Stark's shoulders, and another pair of figures behind them passed the edge of the dance floor.

Loki wore a rare off-shoulder pure white 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, holding several flowers with dewdrops that had not fallen, and the rest of the long hair fell like a waterfall.

Schiller wore a traditional British dress. Even in human society, this kind of formal dress is the most formal. If it is matched with a monocle with a gold chain, it will appear more old-fashioned.

This doctor rarely dresses up, but the wedding of the Asgardian God King is not too grand.

"What do you think your sister said to Tony?"

Schiller held Loki's waist and spun on the dance floor, but obviously in this occasion, dancing is not the theme at all. Everyone is taking the opportunity of dancing to get close to each other to talk about what they want to talk about.

"Ragnarok." Loki answered without hesitation. She sighed softly and said, "Hela is only interested in this matter now. If Thor hadn't been so much stronger than her, she would never appear here."

"I just learned about the legend of this princess." Schiller took a step back slightly, giving Loki room to turn around, and said with some sighs: "Do you think there will be a moment when Odin really feels regret? This beautiful and powerful princess should have been the masterpiece of his life."

"Odin regretted it a long time ago."

Loki was still so sure. When he became a goddess, there was always a coldness in his eyes that other goddesses didn't have. There was also a hint of sarcasm in her tone: "People think that when Asgard When Garder had another princess, Frigga was the happiest. "

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

"Perhaps this is the greatest revenge I can make. Only in the matter of Hela, the father of the gods can't say a word with a clear conscience."

Schiller moved and came to Loki's side with the drumbeat. The two exchanged positions. He sighed and said, "In any case, the princess who was once famous in the universe will never come back. Her last legend, the mission to end the fate of the gods with her own hands, also ended the moment Thor became the God of Light."

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

"There is no doubt that his target is the gods." Schiller paused for a moment, as if deliberately keeping her appetite, and when he saw Loki's eyebrows frowned, he continued: "But not gods like you, you are just gods who use the power of the universe, and his target is bigger."

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

"Have you also asked Tony this question, and the target is me?"

Loki was stunned, and finally shook his head, saying helplessly: "I never thought that one day, I would represent the gods to ask you humans not to put Asgard in the middle of your crazy struggle."

"There is no such good thing in this world." Schiller stared into Loki's eyes and said: "You want to use the wisdom of humans, but you don't want to bear their madness. You know how closely these two are entangled in the human soul. Maybe now is the time for you to pay the bill."

Loki's eyes passed Schiller and looked at another pair of figures on the dance floor, that is Thor and Sif.

The newlywed God King and his wife joined the dance floor amid the cheers of the crowd, but Loki knew that including herself and everyone in Asgard, there was no chance to celebrate the God King's wedding so peacefully.

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

So crazy that they could have united as one and continued on this path, but they only caused trouble and fought each other for those illusory emotional stimulation and satisfaction.

But perhaps, every intelligent creature is crazy, their love and hatred make them unable to stop fighting forever, and Asgard is the same.

Thor retracted his gaze and looked at Sif's slightly worried expression again. He embraced Sif with his broad arms like a dutiful husband, allowing her to spin unrestricted on the dance floor without worrying about bumping into others.

Sif also rarely wore a gorgeous dark golden dress, with her hair tied up in a complicated and intricate bun, leaving only two strands of hair hanging down in front of her forehead, looking mature and gentle.

She looked at her future husband, still handsome, strong, and full of charming masculine temperament, and the refinement and elegance brought by the king's clothes neutralized his wild temperament. He was the dream lover of all the goddesses of Asgard, Sif thought.

But he was not only her husband, but also the king of Asgard, the king of all people in Asgard. The relationship between the royal family and the family has been full of confusing entanglements since ancient times, and most of them are difficult to have both.

"Heimdall..." Sif uttered the name with some difficulty.

"I know, I know, Sif." Thor responded to her, he said: "The father of the gods trusts your brother so much that he gave him the Rainbow Bridge, the most important weapon of Asgard, to manage. However, the fleet restructuring and personnel transfer are inevitable. You should believe me and your husband. This is just a temporary pain."

"Of course." Sif lowered her eyes, and with the pause of another drumbeat, she exchanged positions with Thor, and then danced again. The future queen restrained her somewhat low voice and said as gently as possible: "Of course I believe you, Your Majesty, but I am worried that my brother will be 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 leave more important positions in the fleet for Heimdall to choose from..."

Sif exhaled lightly, patted Thor's arm as if relieved, and the pain between her eyebrows disappeared. She looked at Thor's face intently, and used the little private time left in this wedding to enjoy her handsome husband.

"I told you, Sif will learn quickly."

Another drum beat was missed, and Frigga, still smiling gently, held Odin's shoulders and turned around with light dance steps.

Odin's expression remained unchanged, and he said in his usual low voice: "Since ancient times, no matter which royal family, relatives have always been a problem that must be dealt with. I am very glad that I don't have to worry about this during the period of rapid development of Asgard."

"Yes, you killed my whole family, so you naturally don't have to worry about it." Frigga's smile didn't even fade. The gentle goddess just shook her head gently and said with some sigh: "It's just that you have never remembered when I went from the first wizard of the nine kingdoms to the most beautiful queen of the gods."

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

He had long known that his beautiful lady was not as gentle as she seemed. Odin preferred Thor, and Frigga bet on Loki. Odin had not mocked his wife's choice in his heart.

After all, she no longer had her family to rely on, and Loki was weak, so Odin thought that as long as he was arbitrary, they would have no chance.

But now, Loki's performance proved that Odin had indeed underestimated Loki. If the facts really developed as the father of the gods arranged, this youngest son would sooner or later give him a fatal blow.

Without the power of the king of gods, Odin had to rely on the relationship between Frigga and his son to remind the two brothers, and even his eldest daughter, of his achievements besides the failure of family education.

"I have abdicated, and there is no need to mention the past. Dear, concentrate on dancing." Odin bowed his head and kissed Frigga's forehead, saying.

The drum beats 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 concentrating on enjoying the joy of dancing to their heart's content, or perhaps they got the results they wanted in this private conversation at this moment of closeness.

The skirt slid over the smooth uppers, the metal accessories flashed a dazzling luster, the streamer streaked across the soft hair, and with the last beat of the heavier drum beat and the high-pitched music falling at the same time, the scene suddenly became silent.

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

The warm applause spread farther and farther in the empty banquet hall. Outside the stained glass windows of the Asgard, the golden sunset slowly sank under the bridge, and the last ray of afterglow opened the curtain of the night with an elegant posture.

When no other drum beats sounded, the people in the banquet hall knew that the dance was really over, so they turned around and walked towards the dining table and the beverage table, intending to talk about the dance experience with the new target.

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

Just as the last person turned his back, a breeze blew down from the sky, followed by a dull sound of falling.

"Bang!"

A body fell from the sky.

It was the queen of the Shi'ar Empire. Everyone turned around and saw blood and the hem of her skirt blooming on the ground at the same time, like a golden and red flower.