The scarlet worm mountain in the distance suddenly collapsed, and Odin, whose divine robe was shattered, stood in a pool of blood, frowning slightly.
"Thor..." He felt Sol's breath disappear, and his face became a little gloomy.
In his plan, Thor at this moment should have broken through the "supreme" barrier through the origin of Asgard, and at the same time, under the pollution of the [Black Goat], he has become the only supreme thunder god in the world who has completely lost his mind.
But now, his plan was disrupted.
Someone killed Thor and took away the origin of Asgard...
"It seems that your conspiracy will not succeed...Odin."
In front of him, Verdante stood up from the ground in a bloody mess, holding a broken gun, and laughed weakly.
Odin glanced at her coldly, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and his figure instantly broke through the void.
Now Verdandy was covered in bruises and her physical strength was basically exhausted. She could not escape from Odin. She pursed her pale lips, raised the last half of the spear, and stabbed towards herself unsteadily!
clang--!
Odin made a fist with one hand and smashed half of the gun body, and half of Verdandi's body collapsed into a mist of blood.
With his other hand, he grasped Verdante's white neck and lifted it from the ground into the air. His fingertips gradually exerted force, and divine power poured into it crazily.
"The troublesome rat..."
Odin spoke solemnly, and exerted force with his palms. The next moment, Verdandi's figure exploded, turning into a blood mist that filled the sky and floated among the ruins.
He glanced at the direction where the insect mountain collapsed, and his figure disappeared instantly.
…
The remains of the sacred mountain
——Supreme.
This is a word that Brachi, the god of music and poetry, has never thought of.
His understanding of himself has always been very clear... He is just a little god who likes to play the piano and read poems. He cannot fight and has no ambition. His greatest wish is to live quietly in the garden with his lover, "Supreme"
, it is something that he cannot touch in his life, nor does he want to touch.
And now, he is about to break through the "Supreme" and become a powerful god in the same realm as God King Odin?
Odin's betrayal, Thor is dead... Brachi, who has ascended to the "Supreme", is undoubtedly the new god king of the Nordic Kingdom!
But at this moment, not only was there no joy in his heart, his eyes were instead gray and lifeless.
"I don't want to be the 'supreme'..." Brachi held his head in his hands, wearing a bloody robe, squatting down in pain in the ruins,
His red eyes looked at the dark golden [Holy Grail] on the ground and murmured to himself:
"I just want her back..."
Boom——!
One end of the golden cudgel fell on the devastated earth, making a dull and loud sound.
Sun Wukong frowned and looked at Brachi, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice:
“Whether it’s the Lord God or the ‘Supreme’, since you don’t care, then what do you care about it?!
Don’t you want to resurrect your wife? Aren’t the [Holy Grail] sacrifices enough?
Then go and kill him!
If one Sol is not enough, kill three, five, or ten!
There are so many main gods in the world, so you kill them as sacrifices. If killing all the main gods is not enough, you go and kill the 'Supreme'!
Isn’t this more useful than you crying here?!”
Upon hearing Sun Wukong's words, Brachi froze on the spot.
"Sacrifice..."
Brachi murmured to himself, standing up from the ruins, with a glimmer of light appearing in his confused eyes.
He stood on the remains of the sacred mountain, and his eyes slowly swept across the messy Asgard below. Faintly, painful roars and roars came from every corner of the world.
Those are the Nordic gods who were contaminated by ashes, completely lost consciousness, and became tools to defeat the gods...
That is Norse mythology dyed in blood.
The origin of Asgard in the palm of his hand seemed to melt, disappearing into Brachi's flesh and blood, and the pillar of divine power rising to the sky gradually dissipated.
An invisible wave of air exploded from Brachi's body, sweeping across every corner of the Nordic land in an instant!
The terrifying oppressive feeling of divine power suddenly came.
Driven by the origin of Asgard, Brachi has completely crossed the threshold and stepped into the "supreme" divine realm!
"Asgard..." Brachi looked at the unrecognizable Asgard in front of him, slowly closed his eyes, and wisps of phantom light emanated from his body, seeming to be echoing the origin of Asgard in his body.
After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes with a complicated expression.
"...I know." He murmured to himself.
Brachi put the [Holy Grail] aside and took out the harp from behind. The rain of blood fell on his body, and the blood-colored robe moved without any wind.
"Blaki, what do you want to do?" Lin Qiye asked.
"...Purge Asgard."
Brachi spoke slowly, "Those ash pollution has obliterated the consciousness of almost all the Nordic gods in this kingdom of God. Now they are just a group of controlled gods... Wait until these pollutions begin to pass through their godheads and corrode Ah
The origin and law of Sgard, the Nordic mythology, will completely cease to exist.
I help Origin eliminate these polluted Nordic gods, and their divine power becomes a sacrifice for me to resurrect Iden... This deal is a good deal."
"You want to kill all the Nordic gods?" Lin Qiye frowned slightly, "Asgard is so big, can you kill them all?"
The Nordic Kingdom not only includes Asgard in the center, but also the surrounding giant kingdoms, dwarf kingdoms and the underworld. In those places, there are still a large number of polluted Nordic gods. Even the "Supreme" wants to kill them one by one.
, is also extremely difficult.
"...Yes, and only I can."
Brachi stretched out his hand and pointed at his body, a ray of phantom light lingered on his fingertips,
"Through the origin of Asgard, I can lock the location of each Nordic god and transmit some signals to them through their connection with the origin...
For example, sound."
Blood rain slid down Braki's cheeks. He looked down at the vast divine kingdom below him, and his fingertips gently touched a certain string of the harp,
Brachi slowly closed his eyes, and a low voice sounded in the rain:
"This... will be the last movement of the Fall of the Gods in Norse mythology."