Blaki, whose face was full of tears, stood in the ruins of the sacred mountain, closed his eyes and played the piano.
His lips opened slightly, reciting the words in the letter, and countless voices overlapped together, like an ancient and desolate poem.
These poems turned into invisible ripples. All the Nordic gods related to the origin of Asgard stopped their movements and stood in place like sculptures. Even the crawling red insects in their bodies,
At this moment, everything seemed to be rendered by poetry and gradually came to a standstill.
In the sound of the piano and poetry, unprecedented sadness is washing away the blood that envelopes Nordic mythology...
Lin Qiye stretched out his hand, wiped away the uncontrollable tears flowing from the corners of his eyes, and murmured to himself,
"This is... [The Poet of the Sky]?"
Even if Brachi has become supreme, it is not an easy task to mix music into the original signal and transmit it to the entire Asgard.
He must integrate the sound of the piano with the deepest emotions in his heart in order to unleash the full power of [The Poet of the Sky]. At this moment, for Brachi, the deepest feelings in his heart are longing and sadness.
clang--!
As Brachi plucked the strings, flickering phantom light poured out of his body,
At the same time, the Nordic gods standing quietly in every corner of Asgard have cracks in their godhood, and their connection with the origin is weakening crazily... Along with it, their realm is weakening.
Under Brachi's control, the origin drained away the power of faith from their bodies. The main god level began to fall to the secondary gods, and the divine power of the secondary gods began to wither...
In just a few tens of seconds, the power of all the Nordic gods dropped by a huge level!
Immediately afterwards, the sad and mournful sound of the piano suddenly changed, and its chilling and chilling meaning swept through every corner of Northern Europe!
Brachi's tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and those eyes filled with tears burst out with unprecedented determination and killing intent!
Dang Dang Dang——!!
The strings of the harp broke and shattered one by one, and the harsh sound was like thunder, echoing loudly under the sky!
There are 48 strings in total. When each string breaks, several polluted Nordic gods are cut into two pieces at the waist, as if there are invisible blades crossing the space, madly plundering their lives.
One, two, three...
The dripping blood spurted out, turned into streaks of red light and flew into the sky, accurately landing in the dark golden goblet behind Brachi.
The liquid inside the cup keeps rising and swaying, and will soon overflow!
The sound of the piano is like a sword, and the love poem is like a sword,
Blaki stood in the rain of blood, like the whisper of death, frantically harvesting the flesh, blood and life of the Nordic gods!
...Thirty-six, thirty-seven...forty-one.
As countless red lights flew from the end of the horizon, scarlet blood overflowed from the mouth of the [Holy Grail] and flowed down the wall of the cup, dyeing the entire tall cup with blood!
Suddenly, a blurry figure crashed into the void and stood under the dim sky!
"Blachi...?" In Odin's eyes, scarlet worms kept squirming, locking on Brachi who was wearing blood-colored robes below, and said in surprise,
"It's actually you?"
"Father..." Brachi's eyes narrowed, and then he shook his head, "Odin."
The appearance of Odin made Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh, who were standing by, change their expressions.
They walked to Brachi's side and looked side by side at Odin in the sky. His three robes were fluttering in the wind, and his divine power was surging, ready to take action at any time.
"...It shouldn't be yours, Brachi." Odin's eyes were full of disappointment. He sighed and slowly raised his palm, "Give me the origin of Asgard...and [
Holy Grail].”
"Dream." Before Brachi could say anything, Sun Wukong snorted coldly, his golden eyes bursting with high-spirited fighting spirit.
Just when he was about to rush out with his stick, a palm lightly landed on his shoulder.
Blaki stared at Odin's figure and said calmly, "Brother Monkey... I'll do it."
God King Odin is recognized by many divine kingdoms as the most powerful god in the West. It is impossible to be his opponent unless he reaches the "supreme" level... Among everyone present, only Brachi is qualified to fight him.
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Brachi handed the overflowing [Holy Grail] to Sun Wukong's hands, smashed the void with his body, and arrived in front of Odin in the blink of an eye!
Two completely different divine auras of music and youth rose into the sky. Brachi roared, and phantom lights surged from his body. The power of the "Supreme" God of the Two Laws suddenly descended!
Feeling the two laws on Brachi, Odin frowned slightly,
He snorted coldly, and the surrounding time and space suddenly stopped, and then an invisible field opened up, covering him and Brachi's figures!
The next moment, the two figures disappeared into the air at the same time.
Looking at the quiet sky above, Lin Qiye was startled, "Where did they go?"
"Odin dragged Brachi into the void." Sun Wukong glanced at the overflowing [Holy Grail] in his hand complicatedly, "It seems that he was afraid that Brachi would directly use the overflowing [Holy Grail] after he found out that he was defeated.
[Holy Grail]... In this way, even Odin has almost no chance of winning, so we simply move the battlefield so that he has no chance to touch [Holy Grail]."
"But he doesn't know that even if Brachi dies in battle... he won't use the [Holy Grail] on him."
Gilgamesh in his spiritual state sighed.
In the messy ruins, the three of them looked up at the void above their heads, their hearts rising.
The battlefield is in the void, and even they have no way of knowing how the battle is going. After all, Brachi has just stepped into the "Supreme" and is not good at fighting yet. Facing the legendary Western Supreme God, the chance of winning can be said to be extremely low.
"Can't we help?" Gilgamesh turned to Sun Wukong and asked.
"Can you tear through the void and enter their battlefield?"
"……no."
"Neither can I." Sun Wukong glanced at the [Holy Grail] in his palm, paused for a moment, "Now, we can do nothing but wait for the result here."
Lin Qiye's expression was extremely solemn. He was about to say something when a golden light flashed across his eyes.
He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned his head and looked into the distance!
"We are no longer needed..." A smile appeared on Lin Qiye's lips,
"Reinforcements are coming."
Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh looked into the distance at the same time, and saw a golden stream of light swooping down here like a meteorite, and a sacred figure with six wings on its back slowly outlined...