"Eric!" Jane Foster hid in a ruin, where there were no aliens wearing pale and terrifying masks, nor Asgardian soldiers in golden armor, and this was a rare safety place at Greenwich University for mortals to hide in this war. She recruited a cute intern, who was useless except for eating, and the interns who were interns, were huddled with her.

When Jane Foster saw that his mentor Eric was fiddling with the instruments in his hand, he screamed in dissatisfaction. "Have you done it?" Jane Foster never doubted the ability of his mentor. Although Eric Shavig is a little crazy now, the facts have proved the correctness of Eric Shavig. Even Eric Shavig runs naked to Stonehenge cannot be denied.

She just wants her mentor to move faster.

"It's so fast!" The professor of astrophysics with sparse and white hair on his head is still constantly adjusting the parameters of the instruments in his hands. According to Eric's theory, when celestial bodies meet, the obstacles between the nine realms will no longer exist, and the physics phenomenon that will arise at that time is extremely simple and clear. Any student who has received junior high school physics education can guess that the gravity will decrease where celestial bodies meet, and the scope of this gravity decrease will expand to the entire Greenwich, and finally London will fall apart under the gravitational pull of other countries.

This was an absolute disaster. These instruments of Eric could detect some invisible gravity anomalies (the most obvious ones can be seen without detection. They just saw two planes falling into the portal above Greenwich), and after some powerful things told him some ulterior motives, Eric magically used these detection instruments to create something that could cause gravity anomalies and offset the original phenomenon.

"It's done!" Eric felt as if he handed over the things at hand to Darcy, who looked panicked and Jane Foster, calm. "Remember, arrange the instruments according to the location shown here." Dr. Eric Shavig pointed to a piece of the thing he handed over to his students to detect signals, and pointed to the ever-expanding circular portal in the clouds above London. "Don't take one more step, otherwise you will fall into other worlds and can't get out. What's worse, no one knows where you will be, you won't fly."

This sentence also applies to Salomon.

The annoying chants and the evil war cry made him shake his head impatiently. Even though his wounds were slowly healing after the war, the numbness and tingling pain caused by the armor would drive people crazy. He took a deep breath and could still feel the pain and blood in his lungs. In the last battle, his breastplate was the focus of the enemy's attack (blunt weapons cannot be fully protected).

[Analysis Portal] The effect of this spell is distributed in a fan shape, and the effect distance is only 60 feet. He walked and stopped, constantly casting spells to detect the location of the portal. Even if he found it, he still needed to cast spells again to determine the destination of the portal. However, when the phenomenon of celestial bodies converged, these portals may appear or disappear at any time - there were a few times, when he worked hard to find a portal and was about to cast spells to detect, the portal suddenly disappeared without calling.

Finally, he thought of a solution.

Salomon held up his cell phone and used the signal strength on the phone to judge the location of the portal to the earth. This is very risky, because he cannot tell whether there are portals from other worlds on his way to suck him in. The gravity of a planet is not something he can resist.

"So... is this your excuse?" The queen sitting on the throne of the skeleton smiled disdainfully, but the environment here was dark and Salomon could not see her expression clearly. "Midgardians, I accept your excuse. Now you should kneel down." The Queen of the skeleton said, "You may want to know where this is, and you may want me to ask my name. Well, then I will answer it for you and let your short-lived race's barren brain contact some knowledge that you cannot access at all."

She patted the cold throne without waiting for Salomon to answer.

She pointed to the two dried skeletons and said, "This is my male servant, called dull. This is my maid, called slow." Then she raised her chest with infinite pride, "And my company is in charge of aging and disease, I am the hidden god! The orthodox heir of the Nine Realms! The goddess of death! The queen of Asgard! Your queen! Now, kneel down and feel honored to meet the queen! Maybe one day, you can stand by me and witness me spreading to kill and death throughout the universe. Your skeletons will become my soldier in this epic battle, which is the only use of your worthless life!"

After she finished preaching her name, the entire throne hall returned to silence. After a long time, no one spoke, and the atmosphere fell into embarrassment. "Now, kneel down!" The Queen of Skeletons in a dark green cloak repeated angrily, "Shouldn't you listen to your queen's orders? Put down the toy in your hand!"

"I don't have time." Salomon walked out without looking back, "I still have something to do."

"Ha! Nothing can make you leave here. This is the trap and prison under the hypocritical Odin. "The Goddess of Death burst out with a horrifying roar, "Damn Odin! I have fought for him for many years, and he repays me with imprisonment! The throne of Asgard belongs to me, not the golden retriever puppy in diapers or the blue-skinned kitten he picked up! Did you hear this mortal mortal? Come back! Do you think I haven't tried it? Even if the celestial bodies meet, you can't get out. Odin's magic is everywhere here! Don't force me to kill you, warrior!"

"Any spell has a way to crack it, and there is no perfect spell in the world." Salomon's pupils emitted a bright blue light. He saw complex and small Lun magic everywhere he saw. The number of this large magic and the complex structure can be compared with the planetary defense system in the region. Only Odin in this world can cast such Lun magic, but whether there is no flaw is another matter.

"You have a way to get out? Are you a wizard?" The goddess of death narrowed her slender eyes, "If you can do it, I will reward you for living by my side."

"No, I can't." Salomon simply and negated. Hela was not surprised by this. She had a very profound study of Lun's magic. Her magic teachers were Odin and Friga. Apart from them, there was no warrior or magician in Asgard who was stronger than her - she was given many powerful magic before she was born. She was Odin's most powerful weapon. It was because of this that she thought that the throne belonged to her.

The goddess of death Hela is Asgard's business, Thor's business, and Salomon doesn't want to cause trouble. But what bothers him was that he always felt that he was not an accident when he came to Helheim. This idea made him open his eyes and look around, trying to find the person who pushed him here.
Chapter completed!