dhibooks Chapter 42
Chapter 42
"Ordinary Asa gods can theoretically live for more than 5000 years."
Alphonse was doing science popularization for a carload of agents with a serious face: "However, if it is a type with extraordinarily strong divine power, it can even live to an age that you can't even imagine, so they basically choose the strongest The god who became the ruler of Asgard, maybe an ordinary Asgardian has reached the generation of great-grandchildren, and their god-king is still the same person."
My clerk stood aside and whispered: "I think 5000 years is enough to make people unimaginable..."
"But Crowley lived 6000 years."
The blond jeweler gave him a reproachful look: "I don't think you're not used to it."
Clerk: "...???"
He was shocked: "That's because you never told me, boss!"
God, he will make up the report when he goes back!
"...They discussed the Garden of Eden in the shop before."
Alphonse said as a matter of course: "I don't see any change in your expression, I thought you already knew."
Who would infer the age of the angel from the topic of "Which tree in the Garden of Eden has the tastiest fruit"? At the end of the restaurant, he even took out his mobile phone with great interest and began to search for the food rankings in Brooklyn, New York City.
Very social, not at all religious.
"So, the difference between gods and gods depends on the power of gods? What about the difference between gods and humans? Can they be directly regarded as aliens?"
Damm Dugan suddenly said, "What's the difference between Nordic gods and Christian gods? There are many gods from other religions in this world, and they all exist real?"
He asked several questions like a cannonball. In fact, he had read the report "God really exists" a long time ago. It is not a high-level secret in the special department of SHIELD for mysterious things, but when he thought of theological Damdan Dugan, who was originally from the Roaring Commando, still felt a headache from the intricate content of the domain.
After so many years, even though he still maintains the face and fighting ability of his prime, his mentality is still somewhat inevitable.Considering the current situation, he began to seriously think about whether to disguise himself and apply for a university for the elderly, and then return with a degree in theology.
"In the field of mysticism, if a creature can be defined as a god, it means that the other party has a 'god core'-you can understand it as a source of some kind of power, a high-concentration magic core. This core has some magic Tendency often corresponds to the divinity of a pillar of god."
Alphonse explained: "Just use the example that we will face later, Thor's god core will allow him to instinctively convert magic power into the form of thunder and lightning, and if it is a human magic If a teacher wants to do even close things, they need methods such as galvanic magic to carry out subtle transformations."
Agent Duggan nodded.
"God is a kind of creature that is very friendly to magic. Unlike humans who pay a lot of money to use magic, they are born to be very close to magic, and they can release power without external objects such as magic circuits. If human magic The master's own strength is very weak, and he either needs to rely on external sources of magic power—such as the source of Weissandi or the power of the leylines, or he needs to sacrifice a lot of life, just like the incident with Stark last time."
Loki used to be very dismissive of this kind of method, but if he faced a strong enough opponent, such as the Supreme Mage or his own master, he still maintained a considerable degree of politeness and respect.
"Human beings have a very low amount of magic power reserves, and most of them don't even have any magic power, but gods can often support one or several leylines, which makes their magic more inclined to draw their own power rather than from it. obtained from the outside world.”
"That sounds dangerous."
Dumm decided to bring at least one anti-tank gun to the hospital this time: "You know Saul?"
This guy gives the impression that he has a wide range of friends and everyone knows him. Although the overall impression tends to be serious and restrained, but for some reason, whether it is Atlantis or angels and demons, their attitudes towards Alphonse are quite different. friendly.
So his gemstones are really selling well...?Damm wondered suspiciously, could it be that the mysterious world also has such a reason that the smell of wine is not afraid of deep alleys?
Alphonse shook his head: "I haven't seen him, I just heard about him, but I sold gems to his brother. I guess he also heard about me from his brother."
This is actually very easy to understand. God Asa's understanding of the atrium is almost still in the dark middle ages, and the development of human beings in the past hundred years is simply changing with each passing day. Therefore, after the brief shock of coming to the atrium, the first reaction of the other party is to see the only listener The atrium people who have mentioned their names are completely conceivable.
It also happened to be me who was in contact with S.H.I.E.L.D.... Alphonse sighed, the way magicians hide now is not as arrogant and domineering as it was thousands of years ago.
In the hospital, the chief physician finally let his men go to the nearby veterinary station to borrow an anesthesia gun.
The doctor holding the gun was full of disbelief. He actually had the opportunity to use this thing on people in his lifetime.
"The dose of anesthesia can't really be the amount of an elephant..."
He looked back at the doctor dispensing the medicine very uncertainly, and the latter rolled his eyes: "How could it be possible to kill someone, of course it is a normal dose."
So, when the shot was fired, Sol stood still and even became more irritable.
Feeling that he has completely developed resistance to the anesthetic, he banged on the reinforced glass in front of him and roared loudly: "You people in the atrium...! This is disrespect to God! I want to see Alphonse Ed Felt!"
Doctors: "..."
What to do, I want to use an electric shock baton.
Just when everyone was in a stalemate, a gentle voice pushed open the door of the ward.
"—I heard that someone here wants to see me?"
The alchemist wore a white robe with intricate patterns, a monocle with a silver chain, and golden hair hanging down to his shoulders. He looked like a mural from the Renaissance.
This is indeed a magician's attire, Sol was slightly relieved, Odin, it seems that his brother does have one or two acquaintances in the atrium.
Then, the God of Thunder, who had relaxed a little, sighed casually: "Finally, someone dressed reasonably appeared. Odin, look at what these barbaric atrium people are dressed in."
Alphonse: "..."
He wears the alchemy robe mainly to prove that he is an alchemist. In fact, he usually transforms this robe into a camel hair trench coat.
Attending doctors and nurses in hospital white coats: "..."
They looked at each other in blank dismay, and collectively scanned Alphonse in the white robe with their eyes. They didn't know whether to complain about this man's willingness to cooperate with Sol's acting skills, or whether the patient had gone completely crazy.
There was an embarrassing silence in the scene for a moment, and when Dum Dan Dugan also opened the door and came in, the first thing he heard was that the guy who claimed to be the God of Thunder... complained about the atrium costume.
So, he also: "..."
He couldn't help coughing: "Alphonse, are you talking? Can you confirm his identity?"
Alphonse looked straight into those blue eyes full of resentment and grievance, the magic eyes glowed, and nodded slightly.
This is indeed the real god of Thor, but his god core is being locked up for unknown reasons, and among the gods of Asgard, it is impossible to think of anyone who can restrain Thor, the god of thunder, into such a situation. It should be only Odin himself.
"He is indeed Sol, that's right, God's Domain is now the first in line heir to the throne of Asgard."
Alphonse said.
The big blond man frowned, and finally showed a rescued expression, while the members of S.H.I.E.L.D., who were standing outside the door wearing monitors and waiting in full force, all looked terrified, gesticulating with each other, frantically hinting that a special situation would be turned next, and also It is "diplomatic measures against extraterrestrial intelligent and magical creatures".
"But I haven't memorized all the specific regulations of this measure!"
The little detective crazily doted on the person next to him and said, "And our regulations are at most aimed at ordinary aliens and magicians. Isn't the diplomatic measure against the crown prince still in the editorial review stage and not officially launched?"
The agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. were clearly lip-reading. Another agent with an electric baton shrugged innocently: "The paperworkers should have been working overtime a while ago! The second crown prince came out... Atlantis is all thanks to Alphonse."
The little detective thought about Aum who was drunk, and just about to say something, a speech that made everyone's mind extinguished came from the monitor.
Alphonse looked around in this transparent glass-blocked ward, first showing some doubts, then reached out and touched the anesthesia gun of the doctor next to him, and a complicated magic mark appeared and disappeared out of thin air: "Normal An anesthetic that doesn't have any effect on him."
He paused, and added under the shocked gaze of Odin's son: "Now that these anesthetics have been strengthened by magic, they are enough."
etc? !boss?That seems to be the future king of Asgard?
A group of agents outside the door opened the door violently, and saw the alchemist took the doctor's anesthesia gun, raised his hand and shot Sol, hitting the blond man's arm.Accompanied by the other party's unbelievable eyes, the god Asa, whose body density was three times that of ordinary humans, was knocked down with a single shot, and fell heavily on the hospital bed with a bang.
Careless... People in the courtyard are really not good people!This is especially true for those who learn magic!He shouldn't have believed that his younger brother would have any normal friends...Damn it, the magician's friends were all cunning magicians too!
Clerk: "..."
When facing Aum before, he was drunk anyway, and no matter what method his boss used, His Excellency Prince Aum took the initiative to drink so much wine, or mixed it with it... But now it has developed to the point where Did you use a tranquilizer gun? !Isn't this diplomatic approach a bit too tough?
After some complicated thinking, he came to a very concise conclusion
He thinks it's over.
The author has something to say: Saul: Ah, finally saved... What the hell? ? ?