Chapter 396 - 395 Past History, Covering Up The Truth.
After comforting Thor, who was heartbroken and bitter, Strange hurried back to the central hall to take away the Eye of Agamotto, which was enshrined on a stone platform.
And then, with a quick stride, he entered Kamar Taj's library.
He had just caught a glimmer of inspiration in Thor's words.
Odin closed the gates to Asgard and sealed off the interior and exterior of the palace, apparently anticipating the crisis.
Thinking about what he had seen in the vision, Strange couldn't help but deduce that all that might happen in the future was because of Asgard.
"In the name of Hoggoth!"
"In the name of Oshtur!"
"In the name of Agamotto!"
"All-Seeing Eye!"
"Open!"
Strange held the Eye of Agamotto, the supreme artifact, in both hands and placed it between his eyebrows, reciting lengthy spells in his mouth.
The metal casing, overlaid with countless forbidden spells, slowly opened up like a miniature maze, revealing the emerald green stone.
Strange took a deep breath, and his whole body slightly rippled like water waves.
The original Time stone suddenly sank into his eyebrows, just like a third eye-opening.
This was the 'All-Seeing Eye'!
A superior spell written in the Book of Vishanti!
"Asgard!"
Strange's expression looked painful as he clenched his teeth and struggled to hold on.
He wasn't as powerful as the Ancient One, who could use the Eye of Agamotto at will.
Even with the blessing of Vishanti, Strange still felt like he was carrying a huge mountain.
Not only was it difficult to walk, but even breathing was extremely difficult.
"The crisis comes from Asgard! From Asgard's palace!"
Strange looked back at the past, and countless streams of light passed before his eyes; the broken images were like floating bubbles.
He didn't dare to look any further for fear of being dragged into them.
From there, his spirit might explode, and his consciousness might collapse.
Even the Sorcerer Supreme couldn't go back to every corner of history and observe every bubble fragment.
Omnipotence was a great power that only God was worthy to possess.
If ordinary people got their hands on it, it wouldn't lead to a good end.
"Frost giant …"
Strange saw Odin, the God-King at his peak, riding an eight-legged horse and fighting Laufey, the king of the Frost Giants.
The golden legions of Asgard were like a rumbling torrent of steel.
The frosty blue giants charged with their fearsome, frost-covered weapons.
The two sides fought to a standstill.
"Not this one!"
Strange continued backward and soon reached the Dark Elves' point in time.
Odin, the God-King who once led Asgard against Jotunheim, who was just a Prince, under the wings of his father, King Bor.
"Hmm, who is he?"
Strange narrowed his eyes.
He stood on the upper reaches of the river of history, observing a wave thrown downstream.
At that time, the army of Dark Elves ravaged the Nine Realms, intending to turn the entire galaxy into chaos.
King Bore of Asgard united the forces of the Nine Realms to fight against Malekith.
The Dark Elves led by the latter were so powerful and invincible that they had no rivals.
Malekith, who was arrogant, didn't care about other races.
So, at the risk of becoming the public enemy of the Nine Realms, he carried out his own terrifying plan.
This was how Asgard rose up!
And the tragic war that followed!
At the side of King Bor were two tall, imposing young men, one on the left and one on the right.
The one on the left, with blond hair and a tough face.
Like a marble statue carved with an ax, full of masculinity.
There was also a vague resemblance to Thor, the God of Thunder.
The one on the right, standing on top of the head of the serpent…
Waist-length black hair, holding war hammer.
Cool temperament and cold eyes.
"King Bohr has two sons. Odin has a brother!"
Strange seemed to have discovered a secret. He approached him as if he were dragging a progress bar, controlling the Time Stone.
The woven circle reversed backward.
The past suddenly ceased to retrace back and began to move forward.
Sure enough, the picture that Strange expected appeared.
'The King's successor was not Odin. King Bor chose his brother. '
He said to himself.
Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. His robe was gradually soaked.
The emerald green glow of the Time Stone rippled violently, layers after layers.
As if oblivious, Strange continued to watch the changing scene in the bubble.
Asgard, in the middle of the palace.
The people of Asgard gathered outside the palace to prepare for the new King.
Odin's brother, the black-haired young man, took the scepter from his father.
Putting on the golden helmet of the King and his battle armor, he looked formidable.
And then Odin, who led Asgard to power and became the Lord of the Nine Realms…
Was just standing in the crowd, silently watching the scene.
Strange continued to drag the progress bar with a sense of understanding.
As soon as the picture turned, the dark-haired young man who became the King turned against his younger brother, Odin.
"You can't kill me, even if you sacrifice one of your eyes, even if you have been given the almighty power of the Runes!"
In ruins, the black-haired youth fell to the ground, blood pouring out of his wounds.
Odin, the winner, said nothing, and his emotions were unreadable.
"I will curse you, my foolish brother! I will take revenge on you and make Asgard bleed!"
In the face of his brother's vicious words, Odin's face was expressionless.
Raising Gungnir with both hands, without hesitation, he thrust it down!
Bang!
The bubble exploded!
The consciousness of Strange's soul was swept into the turbulent river.
There was a thunderous boom in his ears, and the light receded backward until it was dark.
"Is he dead or not?"
Strange was as angry as a reader that was interrupted when reading a novel.
It was so close to solving the suspense, but then the plot came to a screeching halt, which was a real turn-off.
"Odin's brother, the King of Asgard…"
Strange ended this journey back in history by covering his chest and calming his overloaded heart.
The Time Stone, transformed into the third eye, reverted back into an artifact, its emerald-green glow retracting like flowing water.
Strange, recovering a little strength, began to rummage through the ancient books about Asgard.
He stayed up all night, immersed in the vast history, trying to harvest clues.
The sun broke free from the horizon and peeked out, sending out the first rays of the morning as the eastern sky started to turn white.
Strange rubbed his red eyes with a look of concentration on his face.
He found the history hidden by Asgard and also found the truth concealed by God-King Odin.
"The Serpent, Cul, the God of Fear!"
Strange murmured the forbidden name.
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