This power armor is not the black armor prepared by Salomon for low-intensity war, but an armor forged by dwarves. Marbus combines a large number of precious materials and servo systems made by alien technology and is made by himself. It can combine the powerful power armor that can combine melee hand-fighting and casting strength. The thick golden armor is full of Runiwen, and the Ulu metal armor forged by high technology and magic is indestructible. The electronic muscle coils made of vibrator are extremely close to the body. The soft and mysterious alien materials completely avoid the frictional damage of the armor to the wearer during battle.

What is even more powerful is that the gems inlaid on the armor form a magic effect, and the peak skills of technology and magic are integrated into this armor. This is a power armor aimed at war. The streamlined structure and exquisite layered design as in Stark's steel suit are not as fancy as those of Stark's steel suit. The thick armor, amazing tonnage and high-power drive motors are all designed to seize the lives of others.

A large number of invisible servants carried the breastplate and inserted the nerve probes on the armor into the preset interface of the surgical operation. The secret mage couldn't help but frowned because of the subsequent stinging pain. This neuropathic pain was inevitable. His nerve electrical signal was obtained by the probe and then converted into the command of the servo system, directing the electronic muscle coils to synchronize with his muscles to make contraction and dilation reactions. Salomon, who had worn the armor, looked taller than before, and he had taken off his holy skeleton cloth robe.

The armor was also covered in front of the fixed shoulder armor, turning into a crimson armor burqa and cloak. The energy system was lit up, and the air in the secret room immediately became stuffy due to the heat discharged from the heat dissipation port. However, heat dissipation was a small problem. The spells fixed by the secret mage in the energy pipeline were triggered one by one, reducing the temperature again. He tested the operation of the electronic muscle coils on the limbs one by one, and checked whether the joint servo system was malfunctioning through the port cable connected to the armor.

Casilios walked around Salomon curiously for several times.

"How heavy are you now?"

"In tonnage units, Ulu Metal is not light, let alone a survival system. Have you seen this interface? This thing can directly inject the medicine into my body." As the armor's air-tight process was gradually completed, all the link data cables and cable interfaces were closed one after another, leaving behind various types of wires wrapped in black rubber and several computers responsible for checking programs and debugging hardware.

"I don't know when you made these things." Casilios looked at the messy computer on the table, his tone was full of emotion, but Salomon couldn't understand his thoughts immediately. After he realized, he could only curl his lips to avoid saying anything pretentious. "Are you going to wear this armor to attend a banquet?" Casilios asked, "If this happens, Loki won't give you a chance to sneak out of the Palace Hall."

"I can use illusions. No matter whether Loki can see through it or not, he will not stop me."

Salomon put the holy sword into the scabbard at his waist, carried the holy gun and shield behind him, and locked it firmly with the magnetic buckle. In addition, Marbus also provided a special pistol to provide him with long-range shooting ability. He picked up the helmet with the palm wrapped in his hand armor and took heavy steps to go out. Due to the help of the servo system, the armor did not even feel any obstacles. It was as light as wearing a thin dress, but the weight of the armor would not disappear.

"And I have other things to do at the banquet."

"etc!"

"What's wrong?"

"I just want to tell you...beware of the door frame, my child." Casillaos threw the gray cape at Salomon, "It's not wrong to do more disguises."

"You're right, Dad."

The skeleton under the throne took off his head and placed it on someone else's cervical spine. The little skeleton patted his head, as if he didn't understand what was going on. The male servant named dull and the maid named slow grew mouths, as if he was still surprised by this trick that had been repeated for thousands of years.

"You should be surprised. This is the best circus in Helheim. I used three swords to invite them! You two stupid servants, you should..." The laughter of the goddess of death echoed in the palace full of dead bodies, and penetrated into every gap of the obsidian stone bricks. The servant and the maid did not react at all. They just nodded mechanically, echoing the unbearable creaking sounds from their necks with the words of the master - however, even these reactions were manipulated by the goddess of death. Her servant had long been dead and turned into well-preserved mummies. Through the skylight of the hall, the gloomy light slowly passed through the heavy clouds of the planet, and staggered into the Obsidian palace with tragic green flames, illuminating the traces left in the last battle.

She suddenly interrupted her reprimanding slaves and carefully observed the skeletons shaking under the throne.

"Oh, is it you, my old friend!" Hela stood up from the Throne of Sword Thorns. She turned dramatically and sent out a joy of reunion like an aria. "My dear Valkyrie, I didn't expect you to join the circus! Hey, I recognize this sword mark, I guess... Brenheld, is this your head? How could it be in the hands of that untouchable... You won't fall in love with another untouchable? Have you forgotten that Odin was furious about this? I wanted to support you, my friends who once fought side by side..."

She suddenly stopped and felt that everything around her was so boring.

"But I still killed you. What a pity, we could have become our best friends." She sat back into the high-back throne composed of countless black swords, and the sharp sword edge was cutting her body all the time. She was delighted by the pain. Over the past thousands of years, as time passed, there were more and more blades on the throne and the pain became more and more dense.

For her, the more intense pain is the best way to stay awake.

She couldn't help but miss the powerful warrior who suddenly appeared and disappeared before the Misty Winter. It was the most interesting thing she had experienced in thousands of years after being imprisoned in this world of death. The fierce battle made her uncontrollably recall the years of warfare. Although she was deprived of her power and was completely unable to defeat the warrior, the proud goddess of death believed that she could surpass the mortal through countless war experiences. The last failure was just a concession made by herself to experience the pain. After the warrior disappeared, she fell into anticipation for a while, looking forward to the warrior returning to this world to fight her. She even prepared more weapons for this - she began to order the stupid skeletons to wield swords, arrange their formations, and direct boundless corpses to whistle through the canyons, plains and mountains of this world of death.

However, not long after, she became tired of this war without an opponent. The stupid skeleton trick would only make her more and more bored.

She began to curse quietly, then collapsed on the throne in frustration, enjoying her company and a long dead silence.

During the first period of her imprisonment, she once vented her anger and destroyed everything on this planet that could be destroyed. But now, she will only let her anger burn silently in her heart, waiting for the destined moment of escape, and the long-stored anger will burn the entire world.
Chapter completed!