noveltune Chapter 205 Dark Gold Magic Pattern Cannon, That Midgardian Is Crazy
Chapter 205 Dark Gold Magic Pattern Cannon, That Midgardian Is Crazy
Chapter 205 Dark Gold Magic Pattern Cannon, That Midgardian Is Crazy
"It may be a bit rude, but I am worried about the situation at home. After all, even Asgard has been attacked."
Martin, who was brought to the palace by Fandral, bowed slightly to Odin.
Odin waved his hand and called the guards: "I heard from Frigga that you lost a good dagger, I can let you go to the warehouse to pick out a weapon that is convenient for you, Fandral will send our friend for me, and don't forget Inform Saul."
Martin withdrew, and Odin in the hall was arranging affairs. A dark elf's sneak attack brought great shock to Asgard.
"Your Majesty is very busy at the moment, otherwise he would have delivered the weapon to you personally." Fandral said with a smile, "The weapon bestowed on the arsenal is an honor that I have never received before."
Martin looked at Fandral's envious expression of "you're very lucky", spread his hands and said, "Seriously, I really don't know what weapon is in my hand, can't you go with me?"
Fandral looked regretful: "Yes, I can't, I'm going to find Saul who went to drink somewhere, I heard that he went to Heimdall yesterday, and I don't know who he is looking for today, if I can As long as we meet together, Heimdall is needed to open the Rainbow Bridge."
"Your goalkeeper didn't stay at the bridgehead?" Martin asked amusedly.
"Door God? Well, yes, Heimdall said that even he can't see those invisible spaceships, what's the use of standing there."
The two separated after a few words.
Martin followed the guards to the heavily guarded armory.
Inside Asgard's arsenal.
The guard pointed in one direction at the door: "All the weapons you see in this row are fine." Then he pointed in two other directions with a serious face: "Don't go to those places, or your life will be in danger. This is not a joke. There are guards over there."
Martin looked in the two directions of his fingers, and in addition to a bright brazier, he also vaguely saw some "handicrafts" placed on the tables at the end of several passages.
Of course, just looking like decorations, they must be great treasures.With these things, this place should actually be called the Treasure House, or the Cangbing Pavilion. Only a tall name is worthy of these treasures.
"Okay, I promise not to go."
After Martin answered solemnly, he couldn't help but look in that direction again.
Could the brazier be the eternal fire?
There is also the box of ice that is used as a refrigerator at home, and it must have been placed there somewhere before.
Martin, who was walking inside, frowned suddenly. Asgard valued these treasures so much that even his own guards couldn't enter those "heavy treasure areas" at will, but he left a box of ice in his own hands on Earth? !
Martin's footsteps stopped, and a chill came down his spine.
He stood there in a daze for a long time, but he didn't come up with any idea after all. The guard behind him saw that he stood there without moving for a long time, and asked what was wrong.
Martin waved his hands, indicating that he was fine, shook his head and continued walking inside without thinking too much.
Mastering the Eye of Agamotto and being able to see the future, the boss Gu Yi didn't ask him for tea, which means that he should not be able to get into the eyes of these bosses, at least not enough to become their pawn.
I have already entered the famous Asgard weapon arsenal. I will find an interesting weapon first, and then I will return to Earth.
It's not that he doesn't want to stay here, in fact, he really hasn't had enough time in Asgard, he hasn't taken a few pictures of the beautiful scenery, and he hasn't seen many places.
But he doesn't want to change too much of the plot because of himself. He has already messed up the plot on Earth, and if he completely changes the direction of Asgard, maybe the entire Marvel world will be changed beyond recognition by him. It will become more and more difficult for the advantages of the plot to seek good luck and avoid bad luck.
In addition, there was another important reason why he was in a hurry to go back.After he completely received a small group of ether particles into his body before, he didn't try to arouse his anger because he was worried that there would be too much abnormality.But when saving Frigga just now, he came to the cursed warrior once, which not only repulsed the opponent, but also activated the energy in his body further.
He clearly felt that even if he didn't have a short sword of destruction in his hand, he could still make the ether particles in his arm "break out" and form a sharp long sword!
However, he has been holding back and keeping quiet, just wanting to wait until he returns to Earth and will not disturb Odin before trying again.
Walking in the passage full of weapons on both sides, Martin seemed to be able to feel the energy contained in each weapon, as well as the legendary stories represented by the mottled marks on them.
These weapons look like "defective products" from Odin's collection, probably not up to the level of "artifacts", but they are reluctant to throw them away. Most of them have some minor scars.
As a layman with cold weapons and magic equipment, Martin knew that it was impossible for him to pick out the most valuable weapons in a short time. Without the corresponding knowledge reserve, he could only make the simplest choice.
Soon, he picked two big guys.
A set of thick dark gold armor, and "cannons" of almost the same color.
There is no other reason to choose these two, just because they have enough materials, even if you can't use them yourself, whether you want to return to Earth to sell to other organizations or find someone to rebuild weapons, there are plenty of options.
pick one of two.
There were magic patterns inside the armor. Martin reached out and touched it, and a certain energy in his body began to move around.
(#`')Depend on!
Martin trembled and was taken aback, the helmet in his hand was almost thrown to the ground.
He took a deep breath, calmed down for a while, looked at the inside of the dark gold helmet solemnly, and touched it with his fingers again.
The energy in the body surged again.
This time he felt it.
It's not about the armor, but about the ether particles!
He could feel that as long as he stimulated the energy again, these ether particles that received the energy of the green cells would be able to trigger magic patterns similar to those inside the helmet.
The final effect is presumably to form a protective barrier that clings to the body.
This is the magic protection of this armor!
It turns out that ether particles can still be used in this way!
Overjoyed, Martin stimulated the energy in his body a little, trying to make the ether particles imitate those magic lines.
Then, magic patterns similar to those inside the helmet began to slowly appear on the skin of his right hand and arm.
Martin was startled again, and stopped quickly.
The marks on the back of the hand quickly dimmed, but did not completely disappear.
Martin smiled helplessly, almost messing things up.
This etheric particle magic pattern can't "make a mistake, try again!"
The magic pattern formed on his skin, once used, will remain on the skin permanently like a brand, unless the layer of skin is peeled off.
It's not that the protection of the magic pattern is useless, but that the magic pattern can only "protect the interior" in a small range.
The magic pattern as a helmet is obviously very appropriate, it can strengthen the protective function of the helmet, but what is the use of the magic pattern that can only protect one arm!
Martin turned his gaze to Cannon. The "cannon" is similar to a large mortar, but without a base, it has two metal buckles that can be closed, like a hand cannon mounted on the arm of a certain race with a huge figure.
Martin stretched his hand over and touched the muzzle of the gun. As expected, the ether particles reacted again, allowing him to feel the magic pattern inside the gun barrel again, and it was gradually drawn on his right forearm.
And Martin's face became surprised. This time he didn't stop the ether particles, and the magic pattern gradually formed on his arm.
"Just choose it!"
"In the future, I can also shoot with my hands."
Martin pulled the sleeve of his right arm down to cover the magic pattern as much as possible, and carried the dark gold hand cannon on his shoulder. Under the dull eyes of the guards, he walked out of the arsenal with the cannon tube he selected.
"Hahaha--!"
"That Midgardian is mad."
"He wanted to carry a cannon to fight."
Martin rolled his eyes when he heard the laughter of the Asgardian guards behind him.
(End of this chapter)