Chapter 1356: The Mystery of the Feast (VI)

"Your Majesty, the Supreme Sorcerer, since you are here, I think it should not be a problem for you to use the Time Stone to go back to the past timeline to investigate the murderer, right?" Frigga said, looking at Strange with a smile.

The attitude of this queen of gods is refreshing, and there is nothing offensive in her words and deeds. Even if she asks others to do something, people feel that it is natural to do what she says.

"My dear, maybe you don't know that there is a price to pay for using the Infinity Stones, and it is even more dangerous to disrupt the timeline."

"I have no intention of questioning the professionalism of the Supreme Sorcerer, but we all know that the Supreme Sorcerer is compassionate. If he couldn't bear to see the queen being killed in the past timeline and helped, maybe the murderer would change his target. Maybe what we see now is another corpse."

Odin rarely spoke such a long paragraph, and the onlookers immediately became nervous. Let the Supreme Sorcerer of the earth travel through the timeline to investigate the murder case. Are you kidding? Are you sure that what you see later is a corpse, not everyone has become a corpse?

Strange is not well-known in the universe, but his predecessor, that is, his teacher, the Ancient One, is very famous. Although the Ancient One did not beat the fathers or grandfathers of the leaders of these interstellar civilizations, she must have beaten the fathers or grandfathers of the demon gods in the nearby dimensions.

For a long time, watching the Ancient One beat up the demon gods was an insurmountable development stage of cosmological observation of interstellar civilization. Once you see a bald female wizard pressing a ball of strange energy to beat, congratulations, your civilization has a fairly developed level of astronomy.

The Supreme Sorcerer has a bad reputation, especially for violence. If he travels back to the timeline to investigate, what falls down may not necessarily be a corpse. Even if he does not intend to beat anyone, if he rushes around and causes some changes in the timeline, won’t everyone be unlucky?

"Your Highness, please stop crying. Can we take a look at the body first?" Loki walked forward calmly and changed the topic, drawing everyone's attention to the body. She continued, "Even if we want to travel through the timeline, we must first know when the queen was killed. Can we check the wound?"

This strong-looking male of the Fierce Feather Clan kept crying convulsively and couldn't even say a complete sentence.

The young human guard soldier behind him walked forward, supported his shoulders, whispered a few words beside him, and calmed his emotions. He said tremblingly.

"Okay, but you must promise me that you will catch the murderer who killed Lilan. Your Majesty, Your Majesty, how could you..."

"Don't worry, Your Highness, the murderer ruined the banquet of His Majesty the God King. We want to catch the murderer more than you do, and we will never let him go unpunished."

Loki said coldly, while walking forward and half-kneeling, turning over the queen's body lying on the ground. When the body revealed its true appearance, the crowd of onlookers gasped.

A big hole was cut open in the queen's chest, and her heart disappeared. The scars on her chest were very messy, but what was more terrifying was that there were three sharp claw marks on her face, and her delicate face was completely unrecognizable.

Standing aside, Schiller recalled the relevant information about the Fierce Feathers of the Shi'ar Empire. This is a somewhat strange race. In the ancient times of Fierce Feathers, there lived species similar to the feathered dinosaurs on Earth.

From the perspective of human evolution, it is probably that this feathered dinosaur evolved into a bird in the Middle Ages, and this bird eventually evolved into the Fierce Feathers.

So the Fierce Feathers have both bird characteristics and are a bit like lizards. They have feathers on their heads and necks and shoulders, and scales at the ends of their limbs. They are taller than humans and have longer limbs.

Another feature is that their hearts are larger than humans, occupying a larger proportion in the chest cavity, and are located in the middle of the chest cavity, not biased to one side like humans.

This made the murder scene of being killed by digging out the heart even more terrifying. Almost all the skin and muscles on the queen's chest were gone, revealing a big hole. Because of the missing heart, the hole was pitch black, and the blood gushing out was like a terrifying tentacle extending from the abyss.

"The queen is surrounded by the breath of death."

A low and hoarse voice came from a distant place, giving the onlookers a chill. Loki looked up and saw a slender black figure quietly staring at the corpse.

Hela's eyes were filled with black mist full of the breath of death. Loki also glanced around and said as if explaining to someone: "No one here understands the physiological characteristics of the Fierce Feathers. We cannot use the blood coagulation of Asgardians or the appearance of wounds to determine the time of death of the Fierce Feathers."

"Your Highness Hela, I need your help. Can you determine the time of her death by analyzing the breath of death of the corpse?"

Hela stepped out slowly. She did not bend down like Loki, but stood beside the corpse and stared at the body that had long lost its vitality, as if she saw the face of the young and tender princess on that mature face.

Hela stretched out a hand, and the black mist with a strong breath of death drifted out from her fingertips and flew towards the corpse.

As the mist passed by Schiller's eyes, the thick fog became thinner and thinner. After the thick fog under the World Tree dissipated, Schiller changed his clothes, said goodbye to Strange who was still napping in the hot spring pool, and took the royal carriage back to the Asgard Square alone.

The night of Asgard was clear and bright, the evening breeze blew, the dew on the hair brought a slight coolness, the water vapor of the fountain also penetrated into the nose, making people smell the moist fragrance, and the laughter of children who were laughing and returning home in groups of three or two in the distance drifted farther and farther.

Schiller strolled relaxedly on the way back to Asgard. The laziness brought by the hot spring made him appreciate the night of Asgard leisurely. He slowly crossed the Asgard Bridge and saw the brilliant lights of Asgard getting closer and closer.

Just as Schiller walked to the gate of Asgard, he was awakened by the cry of Pegasus, followed by a familiar call: "Schiller, why are you here?"

When Schiller looked up, he saw Loki. He was not wearing the usual wizard robe, but a rare armor and cloak, which made him look a bit heroic.

"I'm so sorry, something urgent happened suddenly, so I had to go to Thor first and couldn't keep your appointment." Loki jumped off the carriage directly, walked to Schiller and hugged him.

Schiller patted his arm and said, "It's okay, did you go to Thor? I heard from Strange that it was because of Heimdall?"

Loki looked around and said, "Let's talk in my room."

Loki led Schiller to his bedroom, which was different from the guest room. It was a very luxurious palace. The precious carpets, gorgeous and soft beds, and display racks filled with various precious jewels and collections all revealed the luxury of the prince's bedroom.

Schiller walked in and looked at the collection on the display stand. Loki took a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet and said, "In fact, Thor and I went to the underworld together, which is the kingdom of Hela."

Siller walked to the single sofa by the window and sat down. While watching the lights of Asgard gradually extinguished outside the Asgard, he said, "I know you have always been in contact with Hela, but Thor..."

"It is precisely because Thor is strong enough that he has the space to communicate with Hela. You also know that Hela and Odin are the most similar. They are both traditional Asgardians who only submit to the strong."

"Hela recognized Thor's status as the new king, so naturally there is no conflict between the two of them." Loki came over with the wine, and said while arranging the glasses, "On the contrary, it is Thor who needs Hela's help."

Siller smiled slightly. After thinking, he uttered a word: "Hall of Valor?"

Loki nodded, poured a glass of wine for Schiller, and then poured himself half a glass, and said: "Hall of Valor is not actually the property of Asgard, but Odin's personal creation."

"The Father of the Gods used the Hall of Valor to intercept those brave souls and resurrect them to fight for Asgard again. During the years when Asgard conquered the universe, the Hall of Valor became the spiritual banner of the people of Asgard."

"To die for the Father of the Gods and have a place in the Hall of Valor has become the honor that all Asgard warriors dream of, but the same sentence, the Hall of Valor belongs to Odin, not Asgard."

"I understand." Schiller took a sip of the wine and said: "Thor hopes to have his own Hall of Valor?"

"Not really." Loki rubbed his fingers on the glass. Wall, said: "Since Asgard has no intention of conquering the universe, it doesn't matter whether there is such a spiritual banner or not. We hope to have a healthier death and reincarnation mechanism like other pantheons."

"Asgardians always feel that if they can't die on the battlefield, it is simply the most terrible thing in the world. This view of death is actually specially cultivated by the father of all living things, just to make the people more brave and good at fighting."

"And Valhalla is their sense of security. As long as I die bravely enough, the father of the gods will definitely resurrect me. They are not afraid of death, but they just believe in Odin."

"But this is not healthy, is it? Asgardians regard natural death as a scourge. In essence, it is because they feel that natural death will never have a chance to be resurrected. Who doesn't want to be resurrected?"

Lo Ji sighed deeply and said, "But we already owe the World Tree a debt, and if we kill it and revive it, won't we owe more and more?"

"If we want to pay off our debt, increasing revenue and reducing expenditure is the right way. We are constantly seeking to increase revenue, but we must also reduce expenditure internally and cannot overdraw the power of the World Tree."

"To reverse this situation, we must establish a new view of death for them, but if we directly tell them that Valhalla cannot be used, or that Thor does not want them to use it, the people will definitely not be able to accept it for a while."

"So, we plan to bring up the old matter again." Loki gently touched his eye sockets and said, "Perhaps you humans have also heard of Helheim in the Nine Realms, that is, the underworld, which is a cold and foggy place. Eleudnir is the residence of Hela, the queen of the underworld, and the resting place of the dead."

"I know that in human legends, this place is not as famous as Valhalla, but in fact, this is the real place where the souls of the Aesir return."

Loki shook his head and said, "Before this, Hela was imprisoned here by Odin. This is her cage, but not her fiefdom."

"When the Father of the Gods was in power, he did not allow Hela to leave Helheim at all. Hela had no ability or authority to lead the souls of the Aesir. The dead souls in her fiefdom were all left over from the past."

Siller nodded and said, "I understand. You lack an existence similar to Osiris, the god of the underworld in the Egyptian pantheon, who is responsible for leading the souls of the tribe to the underworld, allowing them to disappear quietly there and return to the natural cycle."

"That's right." Loki nodded vigorously and said, "Thor went there this time to talk to Hela."

"He plans to make this former princess the prince of Asgard, with her fiefdom in Helheim, but she will not participate in Asgard's internal affairs. She is only responsible for leading the dead souls and letting them rest in peace."

"So, what does Odin think?" Schiller asked a key question.

Loki sighed again and said, "This is also the question Hela asked us. In fact, Thor and I also want to know what Odin thinks."

"I can use the smell of death on the corpse to track the whereabouts of Her Majesty's soul."

The hoarse voice woke Schiller from his memories, and the atmosphere in the banquet hall was still stagnant.

Standing next to the corpse, Hela said, "Her Majesty the Queen died not long ago. Maybe I can bring her soul back."

The crowd of onlookers immediately made a noise, and there were many phrases such as "Hurry up" and "What are you waiting for".

But at this time, Hela glanced at Thor, then swept her eyes across Loki's face, and slowly said: "But I must borrow the power of Helheim to spread the breath of death, so that it is possible to find the soul of Her Majesty the Queen among the thousands of dead souls in the nine kingdoms."

"What are you waiting for?"

When the voice of the Father of the Gods sounded, the noise disappeared instantly, and Odin looked into Hela's eyes and repeated again: "...What are you waiting for?"

Thor and Loki looked at each other, Hela turned her head, stared at her father's eyes with eyes full of death, and said: "Of course I am waiting for the permission of the Lord of the Nine Kingdoms."

Odin looked at Hela in silence for a while, and his hand around Frigga became tighter.

Only this Queen of Gods who accompanied the God King all his life knew that the Father of the Gods, who never backed down and never weakened, would also tremble with sadness.

"Then you should ask Thor, not me."

Odin's voice fell, Loki turned his back, Schiller saw her expression of sighing, and soon Thor's voice sounded.

"In the name of the Lord of the Nine Realms, I grant you such power, with Helheim as your fiefdom and weapon, allowing your power of death to pass through the Nine Realms, control all the comings and goings of the dead, and make all the living beings in the Nine Realms rest forever."

Finally, Thor slowly uttered a name: "... Hela Odinson."

When the moonlight shone in through the colored glass windows, it was like a layer of cold and gorgeous gauze for Hela.

The low and hoarse tone of this legendary prince went with the wind, drifting farther and farther.

"For the glory of... the God of the North."

Some people say that the following text should be called the Three Detectives, which is so funny. Do you think this looks like three detectives can be put together?

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