Paladin of Asgard Chapter 608: [The Daughter of the Red Skull] 3 more votes

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 fall 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 hand.

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 upended Stephen's life even more.

As he wished, he 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 kind of magic, Stephen was deeply attracted by it and began to collect knowledge in this area.

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

In theory, time magic may disrupt the operation of the entire universe, causing the earth to collapse instantly like a clod 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 was invited to drink tea by his teacher, Gu Yi, who was said to be seven hundred years old.

What surprised Stephen was that Master Ancient One didn't mean to criticize him at all, but just talked with him as if nothing had happened.

"... When you touched the Eye of Agamotto, did you see anything?" 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 mountains."

"I didn't notice it at the time, but in the eyes of Agamotto, I looked back on this day and discovered the existence of that hammer... What is 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, put down his teacup, "You have a greater responsibility. For you, the first task now is to study hard."

……

Himalayas, snow-covered plateaus.

The place is shrouded in ice and snow, and there is a vast expanse of whiteness in sight. 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 the perspective of an outside observer, it is difficult to say that she is 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 from the curve, 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, looked at the surrounding snowy scene, and murmured a little excitedly, her voice hoarse.

Her name is Cynthia Schmidt.

Today, when Hydra has basically been 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 strength far beyond ordinary people, but it made him lose his human appearance and turned into a red skull.

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

She looks 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 over and over ~IndoMTL.com~ there was something close by that was meant to be hers.

"Let's go." Cynthia said, and set off with a few followers.

She was walking in the white snow.

There is no convenient terrain to identify 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?" asked the accompanying person.

"Fate." Cynthia said, "you will know soon."

Ten minutes later.

Cynthia stopped and looked down at her feet.

This seemed to be just an ordinary snow field, but she seemed to see the treasure under the snow, and she leaned over to push away the snow and ice without hesitation, her eyes 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 murals about Nordic mythology.

"I finally found it." Cynthia smiled.

"A hammer?" The accompanying people reached out and tried to lift the war hammer out of the snow, but they were surprised to find that they 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 gushed out from the war hammer and merged into her body, instantly changing her image. The biggest change was that she had hair, which was braided into Nordic long braids.

"Now, I am Skadi!"