To be honest, Richard is not actually the type who is good at dealing with alcohol, and he was the kind of rookie who has one cup on his face and three cups of standing pounce before the crossing. But he has never been drunk since the crossing, probably due to the improvement of his physical fitness, and his resistance to alcohol has also increased a lot.

Although Asgard's liquor smells different from ordinary products, Richard now has the confidence that "even if you drink alcohol directly, you won't be able to do anything", so he tilted his head and went straight to it without thinking about it.

The men began to shout loudly, and some people applauded and coaxed.

Don't say that this wine is really a bit strong, and I don't know if it's because of the magic energy, Richard's head is really a little dizzy after taking a sip.

However, Mr. Li can even quantize the whole person, a mere glass of wine is an egg, and the power of light is directly urged, and the energy quickly flows all over the limbs. Before the liquor that had just been eaten had time to disperse, all the energy contained in it was assimilated by the light, and the slightest discomfort disappeared in an instant.

Relying on the digestion of the power of light, Richard accompanied a group of Asgardian rough men to boldly dry an innumerable amount of spirits, and drank a large piece of it alone. The Asgardian warriors who advocate wine culture couldn't help but glance at this earth warrior again, and gave a thumbs up and said awesome.

Richard laughed in his heart. Unlike the Asgardian warriors, who are all fighting with him with real knives and guns, but the essence energy of his wine is actually all assimilated by light consumption, and he himself just drinks more water and flushes his stomach. If you have to say it, then these wines should be barely poured into the god Noah, and if these rough men can get this old man drunk, it is indeed a skill......

……

Earth, deep in some sea.

It is a space dominated by darkness, a deep sea realm beyond the current capabilities of human exploration. At such a depth, it is impossible for the sun to shine down, the water body is pitch black and turbid, and there is no breath of life in the dark, it is like an absolute forbidden area of life.

An old man in worn armor and a tattered cloak like a rag sat in this dark space. It was clear that his skin was shriveled and cracked at the bottom of the water, like arid land without water all year round. His white hair and beard fluttered slowly in the deep sea, like a dried corpse.

He was Kuhl, a long-forgotten man who was supposed to be the god-king of Asgard.

He is the serpent Jörmungard.

The long years had worn away his concept of time, and the serpent didn't really know how long he had been in this deep hell. Odin's seal cut him off from almost all contact with the outside world, and the eight most powerful Venerables under his command were defeated separately, and the Divine Hammer was scattered and sealed everywhere.

But there was only one omission in Odin, and that was Scati's Hammer.

The hammer contained the last remnants of his former subordinate Scati, which should have been his best hope of getting out of trouble in this life. The hammer that had been sealed in the South Pole decades ago was rediscovered by the Red Skull, and since then the serpent has regained a little connection to the Hammer of Scati. Surprised, the serpent began to carefully use his divine power to try to restore and channel the power in the hammer, and only wait for a suitable host to appear before he could reinvoke the frost goddess Scati, and by then her power should easily break the seal and let the serpent see the light of day.

The serpent must also guide the remnants to repair themselves and build up strength, while also waiting patiently for a suitable host to appear, and finally must be careful to avoid Odin's eyes and ears so as not to be detected in advance.

The Great Snake has been cautiously lewd for decades, and now that the remnant soul has been repaired, most of the hosts have been selected, and seeing that the time to escape is just around the corner, suddenly a strange person pops out of nowhere and blasts Scati's hammer to pieces with a random energy impact, and the only glimmer of hope that the Great Snake has been operating for many years to get out of trouble is also shattered.

Trapped for thousands of years, the Great Snake has never been more annoyed than it is now. In the past thousands of years, there was no hope of getting out of trouble, but now he saw that he was only one step away from success but fell short, so how could he swallow this breath

Despair is only deepened by the hope that has been extinguished, and the serpent at this time has truly realized this.

Angry is angry, but this old man doesn't seem to have any tricks other than sitting in the deep sea and scolding the guy of unknown origin.

The old man sat in the dark for an unknown amount of time, when suddenly his eyebrows jumped.

Someone came here.

"Who?" asked the serpent in a hoarse voice.

A figure soon appeared in the inky darkness, as if it was coming slowly from the depths of the pitch-black water. It was a man in a black trench coat, blue lining, with a smile on his face, and the hem of his clothes slowly undulating, as if the ultra-high-pressure deep-sea environment had no effect on him.

Logically speaking, this is impossible. This is not only an extremely deep sea, but also a forbidden area of life sealed by Odin's spell, and no living creature can easily enter this area.

The serpent narrowed his eyes to see the truth from the man, but the other man's gaze was deep and mysterious, like an abyss shrouded in mist, and he couldn't get any information from it.

At this time, the down-and-out big snake had already lost even one percent of his divine power, and he only had the vision of a god and had no ability to match it, and he couldn't even detect the depth of the enemy.

But he sensed at least one thing from the man—darkness.

A darkness in its purest, deepest and shuddering.

The man walked up to him and stopped.

"Is it really willing for an existence like you to be trapped in such a place all year round?" the man said meaningfully.

The serpent asked in a deep voice, "Who are you and how did you get in?"

The man did not answer, but continued to himself: "How long have you been here, a hundred years, a thousand years, or more?"

The big snake was silent for a while, and seemed to understand the other party's intention of not revealing too much information, so he asked instead, "What do you want to say?"

"Just trying to help." The man calmly said, "I appreciate it...... No, it's respecting you. I think you were born to do great things, not wait to rot in this kind of place. ”

"What are the conditions" Orochi was calm. He was sure that he had never met this man, and he was not arrogant enough to believe that there were still believers of his own in the world today. He knew that after his defeat, Odin had purged all the forces he had left behind, and to this day no one remembered his true name.

But the other party just smiled: "There are really no conditions." You just have to do what you want, I just want to help a little bit. If you still don't believe it, then let me show sincerity and help you break this ridiculous cage. ”

With that, he pulled out a long rod from the inside of his trench coat. He held the object horizontally in front of him with both hands, and the moment it was pulled apart, it was as if the space shattered like glass, and the endless darkness was released from it. The red and black giants rose to the sky and stood above the earth at the bottom of the sea.

His name is Dark Mephistopheles.