Flux AI Image Generator로 생성된 AI 이미지

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The hooves fell, and a magnificent, mountain-like steed emerged. It raised its head high, its face covered by a metallic mask, clad in heavy armor adorned with intricate metal patterns. Radiating a brilliance akin to crystalline stones, the white fur glimmered while flames of blue lightning crackled around its eight powerful legs. As it advanced, each step of its dark golden horseshoe seemed to unleash a roaring sound, akin to massive waves crashing against rocks; the rocks shattered, and the ground was marked with wounds from its tread. Neigh!!! From its enormous nostrils erupted two jets of conical mist, swirling like tornadoes. As the mist dispersed, Chu Zihang could see clearly. It was a huge black silhouette, sitting majestically atop the horse, resembling an oversized Deadpool, except he was enveloped in seemingly more refined golden armor that emitted a faint glow in the rain-soaked night. His ruthlessly radiant golden eyes were even more intense than those of the Deadpools, as if a massive lighthouse suddenly illuminated this realm! The mythological figure, once confined to the pages of books, appeared in this form: the supreme god of the Norse Aesir, the king of the dead, “Leaf Lonely City”—Odin. He held a curved spear in his hand, the curve of the shaft resembling the trajectory of a meteor streaking across the sky. A mighty eagle followed, soaring across the heavens; it was not merely an eagle, but the V-shaped gilded eagle helmet, heralding the war he would bring. War?! The texture of a photograph.