Paladin of Asgard - Chapter 627

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As a high-profile star in the American medical field, Stephen Strange is not only good at practice, but also has rich theoretical knowledge, and has a deep understanding of modern medicine and even the entire scientific system.

Although there are always good rumors in the market, he never believes in the so-called magic. At most, he thinks that it is a phenomenon that science cannot explain for the time being.

In his view, scientific spirit is one of the few concepts in the world that can be extremely affirmed, even more legitimate than justice.

Believing in the correctness of the scientific spirit is like believing that meteorites always land in craters.

But now Stephen is not in the mood to discuss these issues. He only has one pursuit now, which is to heal his hands.

So although this guy became more and more evil, he finally decided to give it a try and went to the “mysterious east” in the other party’s mouth, which is located on the side of the Himalayas in Nepal, the hometown of Buddha.

What happened next changed Stephen’s life even more.

He got his wish and found the legendary magician organization, the Supreme Sanctuary, and joined it as he wished, becoming a magician.

In the first few months of entering the Supreme Sanctuary, he did not show superhuman talent in learning most magic, and even in order to master the portal, he was almost frozen to death in the Himalayas.

Except for time magic.

When he first learned of the existence of this magic, Stephen was deeply attracted by it and began to collect knowledge in this area.

And he started a practice not long after, until later he realized that playing time magic is much more terrifying than driving irregularly.

In theory, time magic has the potential to disrupt the operation of the entire universe, causing the earth to collapse in an instant like a clod of dirt being run over by a wheel.

Thanks to his extraordinary talent, he successfully mobilized the power of the magical Eye of Agamotto in the Supreme Sanctuary in the first practice without any dire consequences.

He was eventually reprimanded by other mages and invited to drink tea by his teacher, Gu Yi, who was said to be seven hundred years old.

To Stephen’s surprise, Master Ancient One didn’t mean to criticize him at all, but just talked to him as if nothing had happened.

“…Did you see anything when you touched the Eye of Agamotto?” Ancient One said lightly, taking a sip of tea.

“It seems to be.” Stephen frowned, “I seem to see a scene from the past.”

“What scene?”

Stephen said: “The day you sent me to the Himalayas, it seemed that a hammer fell from the sky and fell into the nearby snow-capped mountains.”

“I didn’t realize it at the time, but in the eyes of Agamotto, I looked back at this day and discovered the existence of that hammer… What was it?”

Gu Yi took a sip of tea, and then said slowly and meaningfully: “That is a fate that came quietly.”

Stephen blinked.

Gu Yi said again: “It’s like you came to Kathmandu and became a magician.”

“You mean, these are arrangements of fate?” Stephen asked, somewhat unbelievable.

“These have nothing to do with you for the time being.” Gu Yi didn’t continue talking, and put down his teacup, “You have more important responsibilities. For you, the most important task now is to study hard.”

…

Himalayas, snow-covered plateaus.

The ice and snow are shrouded here, and the eyes are white. The cold and oxygen-deficient environment makes almost no one willing to come here except climbers.

In fact, even climbers are reluctant to come here, because this is not a famous mountain, but an unremarkable place on the snow-covered plateau.

It had a visitor today.

Accompanied by the howling cold wind, the helicopter slowly landed in the snow, and then a…humanoid creature came down from above.

From an outsider’s point of view, it’s hard to say she’s human.

She has peeled blood-red skin, her head looks like a skeleton, bald, without half a hair, the dry skin seems to be directly attached to the skull, and the cartilage part of the nose is missing.

Judging by the curves, she should be a woman.

Men generally do not have such flamboyant pectoralis major.

“That’s right, it’s here.” She stepped off the helicopter and looked at the surrounding snowy scene, murmured a little excitedly, her voice hoarse.

Her name is Cynthia Schmidt.

Today, when Hydra has been basically wiped out, not many people know her, but everyone knows her father, that is Hitler’s assistant during World War II, the famous Red Skull John Schmidt.

At the beginning, Schmidt was injected with a super soldier serum similar to Captain America. This serum allowed him to gain physical fitness far beyond ordinary people, but it made him lose his human appearance and become a red skull.

Facts have proved that the transformation of the serum is thorough and permanent. As the daughter of the Red Skull, Cynthia perfectly inherited her father’s genes.

She looked like a red skull with a chest.

Cynthia came to the Himalayas, of course, not for mountain climbing or anything, this is not a challenge for her, her purpose of coming here is to pursue a dream.

In the same dream she had repeatedly, UU Reading www.sonicmtl.com There is something destined to belong to her nearby.

“Let’s go.” Cynthia said, and set off with a few followers.

She was walking in the white snow.

There is no terrain that is convenient for identifying the location, but she seems to feel some kind of guidance, and she is heading in one direction with almost no twists and turns.

“Schmidt, what exactly are you looking for?” the accompanying person asked.

“Fate,” said Cynthia, “you’ll soon find out.”

Ten minutes later.

Cynthia stopped and looked down at her feet.

It seemed to be just an ordinary snow field, but she seemed to see the treasure under the snow, she leaned over to push away the snow and ice without hesitation, her eyes were eager.

Randomly pushing aside the ice and snow, a warhammer appeared in front of her eyes. A striking mysterious symbol was engraved on the warhammer. She seemed to have seen it in a mural about Nordic mythology.

“I finally found it.” Cynthia smiled.

“A hammer?” The accompanying person reached out and tried to lift the war hammer out of the snow, but was surprised to find that he couldn’t lift it at all.

He immediately put his hands together and exerted all his strength, but he still couldn’t move the hammer: “Why can’t I lift it?”

“Because it doesn’t belong to you.” Cynthia said, “Get out of the way and let me do it.”

She grasped the handle of the hammer, and the next scene has been played out countless times in her dreams – she lifted the hammer with ease.

“boom–”

Just hearing a roar, powerful energy gushes out from the war hammer and merges into her body, instantly changing her image. The biggest change is that she has hair, which is braided into Nordic long braids.

“Now, I’m Skadi!”

[End of this Chapter]