I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Tall giants never care about small mortals.

The premise is that the mortal does not have his own Sword of Twilight.

Surtur stopped the destruction the moment John appeared.

His eyes were fixed on John, or to be precise, the Sword of Twilight in his hand that was shrunk a hundred times.

The heat cannot escape under the golden scales.

John's right hand was completely transformed into a dragon, and the golden dragon arm held the Sword of Twilight.

And Hela...

Being carried by John.

Hela said: "Has anyone told you that this is rude to a lady?"

John thought for a moment and said, "I still have to hold the sword in one hand."

Is it a matter of holding the sword?

Hela's face turned dark.

Fortunately, no one saw this scene, otherwise the face of the goddess of death would be completely lost.

"Your dog?"

John glanced at Fenris splashing in the water.

"My wolf." Hela couldn't help but become anxious when she saw her beloved pet.

Putting the man down, John held the sword in his right hand and drew the wand in his left hand.

Hela fished Fenris out of the water and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"I thought I could prevent this from happening," Hela crossed her arms and looked a little gloomy. "This is the fate of the gods, my friend."

"Destiny?" John raised his lips and chuckled, "I have seen the destined savior, and I have also seen the big devil."

"They are all struggling with a prophecy called destiny."

"But I'm different," he slowly drew his wand across the Sword of Twilight, the golden Ouroboros wrapped around the sword, and the green magic circle unfolded in layers, "I prefer to defeat the so-called fate."

John is a variant, he is a special John Wick.

No matter which world it is.

John could not escape his cursed fate, so they chose to obey, escape, and beg for mercy.

But I was the only one who chose to resist.

"Are you here to help me?" Hela looked at John, the Witch King whom he met in the underworld, with the coveted love of his people and the magnanimity that a king should have.

John shook his head, "I want to confirm something."

"It can be considered as declaring war on someone."

He raised his sword and said with a smile: "Destiny, will you bow to me?"

Move forward indomitably, with a domineering attitude that makes you surrender to fate.

In Hela's eyes, John's body became taller.

She smiled, no longer feeling the despair she had felt when she saw Surtur before.

"No wonder the goddess is fascinated by you, my friend," Hela said with a look in her eyes, "You are fascinating."

John raised the Sword of Twilight, his voice amplified.

"Surtur, are you looking for your sword?"

"Then let's find it."

With a frivolous smile, he said, "Strength is supreme, conquer the great Witch King, or fall with an incomplete dusk."

These words completely angered Surtur.

A palm as big as a mountain stretched out and pressed down on John.

He could tell that it was this ant that had stolen his Sword of Twilight.

As another important supporting role in Ragnarok, the Sword of Twilight will be the final blow to the fall of Asgard.

Although Surtur's attack shook the land of Asgard, something was still missing.

The fate of Asgard needs to be performed strictly in accordance with the script.

This is the paranoia of the God of Destiny, and it is just the end of a writer's grand story.

That cannot be blasphemed, not even by the hero of the story.

John could feel all this, and the eternal fire did not pose a threat of death to John.

On the contrary, John's eyes lit up.

The light all over his body turned golden.

The entangled golden flames felt like a fish in water with his body.

John turned his hands over, and an ancient blue box appeared in his hands.

He grinned, "Let me see who is the winner of the fate competition."

Putting his hand on the ancient winter coffin, he laboriously opened the box that sealed a doomsday bit by bit.

In an instant, the cold wind was biting.

The eternal fire that burns endlessly encounters the cold wind that freezes everything.

The desolation of the doomsday is conveyed in the gaps of the box.

Snow fell in the sky above Asgard.

John's voice was like a hymn, and his voice resounded throughout Asgard.

"Be informed, the time of sword and ax is near."

"The time of white frost and white light is coming, the age of madness and contempt, the age of end."

"The world will die in the frost and be reborn under a new sun, when the blood of the ancients sows the seeds of rebirth."

"This kind will not sprout, but it will burst into flames."

John's voice tended to be high-pitched, carrying the sacred ancient obscure elven language.

"This is inevitable! Watch for the signs!"

His body was gleaming with white light.

No, not him.

The white light was born as the words of prophecy appeared.

The wizard's robe turned into a white robe, and his white hair grew to his waist.

Snow drifted from the box in his hand, covering the land.

"If you want to know what the signs are, listen to me: first..."

"The blood of elves will flood the earth."

Just like that, a strange rain fell on Asgard.

Between the flames and the snow, rain fell.

"You all should wail, for the destroyer of nations is coming. Your land will be trampled and divided."

"Your cities will be burned, and your people will flee."

This situation and scene correspond to everything in the prophecy.

The Asgardians fled, the golden palace and the earth burned.

"Bats, night owls, and crows will appear on the corpses, and snakes and insects will make their nests. This is the birth of the evil beasts of the wasteland."

Black birds that cover the sky appear in Asgard.

The alarmed snakes and insects burrowed into the bodies of those killed in battle.

The dead body twisted and stood up.

They were used as a nest of snakes and worms, a desecrated corpse.

The shocking scene was something that Hela didn’t even expect.

White light occupied John's eyes, but he was extremely calm.

The sound reached its peak.

The ancient winter coffin was also completely opened.

From within, it is the coming of the end.

"This is the era of cold wolf and snow!"

The disasters that John had been avoiding were released by his own hands.

Asgard turns into a purgatory of ice and fire.

Surtur felt a strong sense of crisis.

Even though the eternal fire gave him endless life and endless burning flames, it could not erase the uneasiness in his heart.

"Surtur, although you are powerful, you are not destiny."

Half of John's body was frozen, and the flames ignited by Twilight's sword lifted the ice.

He raised the sword in his hand and said calmly: "What you are about to face is the end of the world, and even the universe."

The same doomsday chosen by fate.

The end of Asgard meets the end of another world.

The sky in Asgard is black, and the earth is covered with wind and snow.

The melted ice turned into water, and the water flowed into the broken land of Asgard, bringing life and turning into large rivers and lakes.

Surtur seemed to see a white wolf in his trance.

"No——!" Surtur faced the white wolf.

It is a struggle of eternity against eternity.

Destiny versus destiny.

Even if it is affected a little, it is enough to make people disappear.

It was an unprecedented battle.

The light in John's eyes did not diminish.

Now that's a given.

Then let it happen.

The two disasters have only one purpose, to destroy the world.

But you must use your own method.

White Wolf and Surtur engage in a great battle.

Let the earth shake like a volcano erupting.

The flames on Surtur's body became wilted. It was a flame that could not be eliminated by time, but it was about to be extinguished by fate.

"I won't die!"

Surtur roared angrily.

His body collapsed.

His flames scattered across the land of Asgard, turning it into a purgatory.

John narrowed his eyes, and the struggle of the Sword of Twilight gradually subsided.

This means that in this battle, Asgardian Ragnarok will disappear.

He took a step forward.

"Stop, John." Hela wanted to stop John.

John didn't stop.

She saw that John passed through the eternal fire that was enough to burn his body.

The trembling earth subsided.

Asgard expressed its gratitude to its beloved.

Hela was not happy.

Her best friend is now facing the fate of killing Surtur.

John held the Sword of Twilight in his hand.

The most important weapon in Ragnarok was now unsealed in his hands.

John held the hilt of the sword with both hands and came to the center of Asgard.

A huge white wolf looks down upon the earth, its fangs exposed.

"Are you waiting for me?"

The corners of John's mouth rose, "That's right, you came after me."

He thrust the Sword of Twilight into the ground hard.

In an instant, all the scattered flames converged towards the sword body.

John's body was bathed in the warmth of the sun.

The white light on his body was dispersed after persisting for a moment.

Instead, there were golden scales on his body.

Its fangs grew and its hands turned into thick dragon claws.

Horns sprouted from his forehead, and scales covered his body.

Under the flames, all John's clothes disappeared.

The golden wings broke free from his back.

Under the witness of White Wolf.

The Twilight Sword absorbs the flames and grows larger and larger.

Growing up together with him was John.

The golden dragon holds the Sword of Twilight and stands in Asgard.

Drawing his sword, John pointed at the white wolf.

"Speaking of which, I haven't completed your trial yet."

His body was covered with golden flames, and John spoke human words.

"This is the body of a dragon, bathed in immortal fire, holding the sword of destiny."

The Sword of Twilight did not resist him, but instead burst out with a strong desire to fight.

John pointed his sword at the white wolf.

"Destiny, bow to me once."

Absorbed the legacy of Surtur's flame, plus the eternal fire and the power of destiny.

John felt vaguely unwilling.

The wind and snow that was originally blowing towards the dragon changed its direction.

"That's..." Hela's eyes widened.

She felt Asgard's reluctance.

as well as……

recognition from outsiders.

"The desire to survive is very strong." John smiled.

It seems that even Asgard, who has already decided how to die in the script, is not willing to end like this.

To Thor, the people of Asgard are Asgard.

But this land has witnessed the birth of warriors and heroes.

How could you be willing to end up like this under fate?

The power of Asgard is supporting the brave men who challenge fate.

John also felt that warlike feeling for the first time in a long time.

"Then fight!"

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