The black-haired woman's eyes were deep and black, almost as solid as the substance. Her high and sharp antler helmet made her more than three points higher than other creatures out of thin air.

She exuded a mysterious and graceful aura, as if exactly the same as the gods in the myths and legends that were high above, looking down at the earth, and looking down at mortals.

It is impossible to determine where this place is, but it is certain that it is also towering into the clouds.

In the true sense.

The strong wind around was raging, like roaring monsters with fangs and claws, rolling up sliver of clouds and slapped the face of the black-haired woman.

Her long hair was dancing in the wind, like a naughty elves jumping under her helmet.

As the rolled clouds spread around, a vast starry sky gradually appeared. Above her head was the vast universe of stars.

The surroundings are particularly quiet, and it seems that only the sound of the wind is whistling. The deep starry sky embellishes here with extra coldness and loneliness.

She seemed to be the only creature here.

The arrogant and graceful charm wrapped her whole body like an iceberg, but... in addition to the deep and countless secrets, there seemed to be some cunning hidden in her eyes.

Just as cunning as the most flexible elk.

It was this slight cunning that broke all her nobility, turning her into a scheming little woman, which seemed very elusive. Although it would not make people feel disgusted, it was also difficult for people to feel good about it at first sight.

But she doesn't seem to care about this.

On the contrary, her eyes were even more contempt and she looked down at everything in front of her.

It was as if everything in the world was just an ant in her eyes.

She never told anyone about this idea. Even her biological sister didn't know. She usually looked like a good baby, trying to prove herself.

But her efforts have never been faced with each other, and some of the guys around her always have inexplicable hostility towards her.

"A bunch of stupid ants..." the black-haired woman gritted slightly.

Sure enough, all the guys except her are foolish idiots, ants, and even her cheerful and generous sister are just as stupid.

She shouldn't care about the opinions of those idiots.

They should be ruled by birth.

Close your eyes and calm your heart, as smart as she quickly realized her inner imbalance. She shouldn't have these random thoughts. The reason for this is that she is jealous of her sister.

Yes, jealous.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she knew that she was just jealous of her sister.

Although her sister is a little stupid, she is a good person, well... a generous and good person, and she is not completely stupid enough to be hopeless. She is still a little clever.

If anyone really treats her as a fool, that is really stupid.

Her sister is just better at solving problems with brute force.

As for the others...hum, ants.

The black-haired woman's eyes became cold again, and her eyes fell down again, as if they had penetrated the layers of fog and clouds, and fell to the surface of a blue planet.

There… something very interesting is happening.

"Midgart..."

The atrium, that is, the earth, is a place that is almost forgotten by the gods, but it has to be admitted that it is sometimes quite important, not only the Asa tribe, the Frost Giant, and the Kree people, have visited this barren land one after another.

There have been wars and competitions there, and there are many relics from the outside world.

The brunette woman has not paid attention to it for a long time, and has even left it behind like other gods, but the familiar aura that appeared today made her look at it again.

Of course, under normal circumstances, she could not see Midgart, and she was not Heimdal, but today's situation was obviously a little different.

She felt her breath in Midgart...yes, very magical, like another self.

The brunette woman knew very well that there would be no other she on Midgart, so the one that might cause this effect was nothing more than the things she used most, tools, also called artifacts.

But the more amazing thing is that...she has no magical artifacts.

Well, although it sounds a bit incredible, she does not have her own artifact. Her sister has one, her father has one, and there are countless rare treasures and powerful artifacts in the treasure house of her country.

But she didn't.

There is a scepter in her hand...but that can only be called a weapon, not a magical weapon.

Indeed, weapons used by gods can be called divine weapons, but that is the criterion for mortals, and only mortals call gods gods.

With the eyes of a black-haired woman... she definitely can't just make do with anything, it's called a magical tool.

The black-haired woman didn't care much about it because it didn't matter. No matter how strong her power was, it would be difficult for her to surpass her sister in force, not to mention that her country had been peaceful for a long time.

Although... she knew very well that peace is never eternal, and war is always about to break out.

But the position she gave herself was not to charge and lead the way like her sister, but to be a commander and a commander who took the overall situation.

So she didn't mind that what she was holding was just an ordinary scepter or her father's thunder.

But...this does not mean that she is not interested in what appears to Midgart.

On the contrary, this made her even more curious.

With the help of this simultaneous breath from the artifact, she vaguely sensed what happened in Midgart, some very, very interesting things.

Well... Just by using the breath of the artifact, you can sense what happened to Midgart, thanks to the magical power she mastered.

Yes, unlike her sister's strong strength and tough body, the black-haired woman is better at magic. She is good at both bewitching magic or real phantoms, or the most direct and purest magic attacks.

But... only she knew in her heart that what she was best at was deception.

"Are you ant..."

The brunette woman whispered in a low voice.

Through magic, she tried her best to sense what happened to Midgart, but unfortunately, the distance was too far, and this faint artifact aura was too thin, even as if the connection would be broken the next moment.

Even though she is proficient in magic, she can only obtain a small amount of information.

She was trying hard to observe everything below.

First of all, she saw Yi Xiao, and the latter said that it was not to see it, but to feel it. When she heard Yi Xiao’s words, she also felt Yi Xiao’s psychological fluctuations that were almost without fluctuations.

It was strange that this was the first time she saw such a distant relationship... atrium person.

But the next moment, a loud voice suddenly rang out, and it quickly narrowed the distance from the black-haired woman like thunder.

The moment before it was still far away, and the next moment... it almost reached behind the black-haired woman.

"Sister! You're staying here again."

This is a crisp female voice. Although she sounds very loud, she still cannot hide her beautiful voice. Sometimes the appearance of the voice owner can also be guessed from the sound.

The sound is very good, and most of them are not bad.

"Timier..."

The brunette turned around helplessly. Obviously, the person who came was her sister. Although the brunette didn't mind what to call her when she was thinking alone, she chose to call her name when she was actually facing her sister.

"What are you doing here again?"

Obviously, the brunette woman had called her name a lot before, or she had never called her sister much, and Timil didn't mind these little questions about the name.

She walked over carelessly, swaying the hammer that never leaves her body with one hand, turning it with great strength, and slapped the black-haired woman with the other hand on the shoulder.

Timil didn't seem to expect her sister to answer her questions, and she smiled brightly again.

"Every time I hide here, even I can find you." She laughed loudly.

"Not hiding..."

The brunette tried to argue, but soon realized that his sister's attention was not at all, so she became wisely silent.

Timil was wandering, but fortunately she was distracted for a moment, and then the next moment, she seemed to suck the invisible saliva at the corner of her mouth, and said excitedly to the black-haired woman.

"Don't worry about what you do, go quickly, the banquet is about to begin."

“It’s a banquet again.”

The brunette woman couldn't help but complain.

"In the past few hundred years, at least tens of thousands of banquets have been held... A banquet lasts for three or five days, and after getting drunk, it will be a new banquet. Why can you keep so excited?"

She felt completely incomprehensible.

Perhaps only Timil, a single-cell guy, can understand it.

Obviously Timil didn't know how to answer this question, so she patted her sister's shoulders and twitched the corners of her mouth, laughing loudly.

“…Timer!”

Just as the black-haired woman couldn't help but want to continue complaining, four figures ran from afar, including tall, short, fat, thin men and women. The same excitement color as Timil was on their faces, and they almost instinctively ignored the black-haired woman beside her, as if she hadn't seen her at all.

Similarly, when seeing these four guys, the black-haired woman's face turned cold again.

Her eyes were filled with a hint of arrogance and disdain, and there was no concealment at all.

The next moment, she blinked and left Timil's shoulders. After all, she was also a god, and Timil's sister, her power, her magic, and much inferior to her sister.

The black-haired woman and the four seemed to have a very tacit understanding of ignoring each other. After saying hello to Timil excitedly, they teamed up to go to the banquet.

At this time, Timil realized that he seemed to have thrown his sister aside again.

She slapped her forehead and quickly turned around and pulled the black-haired woman who was still there, but once she pulled... she grabbed a hole.

The phantom of the black-haired woman staying in place appeared in a trance as Timil's movements, and then gradually disappeared.

With the four-person gaze, Timil smiled helplessly and she shouted loudly.
Chapter completed!