Marvel: This Magneto is a good guy

Bor's outfit was very rough, with animal skins, horned helmets, and battle axes, like a peerless king who walked out of primitive society.

He ended his roar, looking a little dazed, and didn't even hear Eric calling him.

He had been sealed for too long, so long that his consciousness almost dissipated between heaven and earth. He was awakened so abruptly that his consciousness was still in chaos.

Eric understood his problem after a little thought, and stood aside silently waiting for him to recover. At the same time, he also took the opportunity to observe the former God King of Asgard.

Bor's strength is also at the level of a father, but it is several levels lower than Odin. This is related to the inheritance of the power of their Aesir.

In order to obtain the power to fight against the gods, they came up with the method of power inheritance, which is passed down from father to son, and from son to grandson. The power is passed down and condensed in the bodies of generations of people, and then added with the power of contemporary people, smelted in a furnace, and finally gathered in one person. That person will have the power of the entire Aesir.

When Bor was sealed, he was in his prime, and his Bor power was far from reaching its peak. However, at the moment of being sealed, it was automatically passed on to Odin. Odin took the power of his grandfather and father, and practiced his Odin power until his old age. His strength is definitely stronger than Bor.

If compared with Eric, in terms of physical fitness and power alone, the two are on par, but Eric is very confident that he can beat three people like Bor at a time!

"Wizard? Are you the wizard my son Odin found to save me?" Bor finally remembered who he was, shaking his head and asking Eric in a slightly confused manner.

Eric sneered and shook his head, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty Bor, before saying this, please let me introduce myself first!"

Bor didn't speak, tilting his head to look at him.

"I, Eric Lansheer, the current God King of Asgard! Lord of the Nine Realms!"

Eric straightened his back, stared straight into Bor's eyes, and slowly read out his name.

Bor's expression froze, first disbelief, then suspicion, then anger, and finally, murderous aura!

"You lied!" Bor roared, raised his axe and chopped at Eric.

Eric casually reached out, caught the axe steadily, and looked at him calmly.

Bor was panting violently. He had just regained his freedom and his strength was still at a low point. He couldn't even exert one tenth of his strength. He was not Eric's opponent at all, but this did not affect his eyesight.

"You can't fool me, you are not an Aesir!"

"Of course I am not, I am from Midgard." Eric shrugged and let go of Bor's axe.

"Atrium?" Bor took a step back and looked at him warily, with a little melancholy in his eyes. He didn't know what he remembered, "What happened in Asgard? Why did you become the king of gods?"

Eric smiled and shook his head, "At this time, you won't believe anything I say. In the Nine Realms, you can tell me a place and I'll take you there. You can ask it yourself."

Bor was skeptical, stared at him for a moment, and nodded slightly, "Vanaheim, there has always been a conflict with Asgard, they won't lie to me."

"Then let's go!" Eric chuckled, tapped his finger, opened the portal to Vanaheim, and took the lead to enter. Bor hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and went in.

...

"Eric? You are not enjoying yourself in Asgard, why do you have time to come to me?" As soon as Eric arrived in Vanaheim, the sea god Niold sensed him and immediately appeared in front of him, but his face was not very good.

Yes, this guy originally wanted to make trouble for Eric, but he didn't expect to be beaten twice in a row. No one would be happy.

Eric smiled but said nothing. While Niold was wondering, Bol came across the space gate.

Niold and Bol looked at each other and were stunned for a long time.

"Who are you?" Bol looked Niold up and down and asked hesitantly: "Niold? How did you grow up so big? The last time I saw you, you were chased by wolves with your father."

"Bol!" Niold's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, "This is impossible, you have been dead for tens of thousands of years!"

"What? Tens of thousands of years?" Bol was stunned on the spot, at a loss.

Eric patted Niold's shoulder and whispered: "He was sealed by someone, I just rescued him, whatever he asks you, you say it, tell the truth, don't be polite!"

After that, Eric quietly retreated hundreds of miles, leaving enough "communication space" for the two.

As expected by Eric, the two started fighting as soon as he left.

One of them was born with a bad temper, and the other just woke up and was anxious to know what happened. There was a smell of gunpowder between every word. It would be strange if they didn't fight!

"Hey, you say, the Nine Realms are so big, why don't you choose other places, but choose Vanaheim! Tsk tsk, you will suffer for your own sins!" Eric watched this one-sided battle from a distance with gloating, and felt sorry for Bor.

Bor's current strength is at an absolute low point. Although Niold is not at the peak, he can still abuse him.

Niold is really satisfied. He blamed Bor for all the pain that Eric inflicted on him. I can't beat your son, I can't beat your grandson, so I will beat you! Let you see why the flowers are so red!

He did not forget about business, and intermittently recounted several major events that had happened in the Nine Realms after Bor's "death". Of course, he told it from his perspective, and he told Odin's story with strong hostility.

Bor was distracted in the fight and listened carefully. His strength had been greatly reduced, and now he could not concentrate on fighting. He was beaten all over his head in more than ten rounds.

However, his heart hurt more than his physical injuries!

Odin, his son, had no intention of saving him!

"No, I don't believe it!" Bol suddenly burst out, splitting the waves with an axe, and rushed to Niord despite the overwhelming magic attacks. He grabbed his neck and shouted with red eyes: "I If you don’t believe me, you lied to me!”

"Your Majesty Bor, it's almost time. Let's go back to Asgard." Eric appeared at the right time and easily saved Niord. He winked at him and asked him with his eyes, "Are you happy?"

Niord understood instantly, quietly gave a thumbs up, and nodded with a happy face.

"Hehe!" Eric snickered, looked at Bol, who had a bump on his head, raised his head and called: "Heimdall!"

Heimdall had been waiting for a long time and immediately opened the Rainbow Bridge to take back the two god-kings of Asgard.

"Your Majesty Eric, Your Majesty Bor, welcome back!" Heimdall knelt on one knee and greeted him respectfully.

"Heimdall, do you still drink the wine I gave you? If you don't, I'll take it away." Eric made a show of taking it.

Heimdall hurriedly stood up to stop him, picked up a wine jar, and drank it all in one gulp, "Your Majesty, this is my wine!"