Outside the slaughterhouse is a narrow and old street.
The overall street is close to the Western medieval style, but the difference is that the houses here are very dilapidated, the surfaces of the houses on both sides are almost covered with spider webs, and the rotten and moldy exterior walls of the houses exude a disgusting smell.
On the uneven gravel road, several ragged and skinny figures were staggering. Each of them had a basket hanging on their arm, covered with a piece of white cloth. It was unknown what was contained therein.
When they saw the figure at the end of the street, wearing a sacred robe, walking slowly, their dull and dazed eyes suddenly shrank!
thump--!
Without any hesitation, they knelt down in the street facing Loki.
Their foreheads were firmly pressed against the uneven road, and they moved their knees with difficulty, moving their kneeling bodies little by little to both sides of the street, clearing the center of the road, as if they were afraid that their bodies would block the opponent's progress.
Without even looking at these humans, Loki walked straight through several streets and arrived in front of a towering church amidst countless people kneeling in worship.
Unlike the densely packed old medieval buildings around it, this church is located in the center of the city, but there is not a single building within a radius of one kilometer. The luxurious and tall outer walls of the church shine in the sun, as dazzling as gems.
Loki walked straight to the door of the church, climbed up the stairs, and stretched out his hand to open the door.
Behind the heavy door was a long corridor paved with obsidian. A few men also wearing clerical robes were standing on the edge of the corridor, laughing loudly. From the corner of their eyes, they saw Loki walking in from the door, and his expressions were all at the same time.
A change!
"His Holiness the Pope!"
Several men bowed respectfully at the same time, wishing they could bury their heads in the ground.
Loki glanced at them lightly, "Where is Bishop Lance?"
"He...he went to Dongcheng to spread the teachings." One of the men answered.
Loki frowned, "How many people are there in the city now?"
"A total of thirty-nine thousand nine hundred and sixty-two people."
"What about pregnant women?"
"What?" The man was stunned.
"A pregnant woman and the child in her belly are two people." Loki said calmly.
The man hesitated for a moment, "If we calculate it this way, the total number should be 40,000."
forty thousand……
Loki narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke slowly:
"I want to give you a task..."
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Outside the church.
In a low building at the edge of the vacuum zone around the church, a man stood in front of the window and slowly put down the telescope in his hand.
"Loki appears in the 'circle of humans' again...Is there something unexpected happening in Asgard?"
Leng Xuan murmured to himself.
He lingered in the room for a moment, pushed open the door and walked out, wrapped his figure in a cloak, and walked quickly in a certain direction.
As he advanced, the surrounding houses became sparse and sparse, and barren weeds covered the ground. Before he knew it, he had left the edge of the city.
After climbing over two moderately high hills, a green lake appeared in front of him.
This lake is not big. The whole lake looks like an emerald, embedded between hard rock masses. You can see the edge if you look around.
Looking down through the turquoise lake water, the rugged and weird rock formations continue to extend downward, as if there is no end, and gradually disappear into the deep lake water, like a bottomless hole. No one knows the origin of the lake.
Where is the other end connected?
Leng Xuan touched the back of his waist, and a dagger appeared in his palm.
He bent over and squatted next to the rocks at the edge of the green lake, and used his dagger to carve out marks. Some of these marks were dots, some were lines, intertwined and messy, and reflected in the mirror image of the lake, making it unpredictable.
After carving these traces, Leng Xuan stood up from the rock, picked a red flower from the nearby forest, and threw it lightly on the lake.
The bright red petals were scattered on the surface of the turquoise lake, swirling in the breeze without sinking at all.
Leng Xuan glanced at the deep, dark bottom of the lake, turned around and left.
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Asgard.
Tier took Lin Qiye and others and landed in front of a temple.
"Sif, you go and rest first. I'll get someone to treat you." Tyr looked at the bruised Sif next to him and spoke gently.
Xif nodded, and then Tier turned to look at Lin Qiye and No. 22, and said in a deep voice:
"As for you... continue to go back to the cage and be locked up."
"Why put them in a cage?" Before Lin Qiye could say anything, Xif asked doubtfully, "Didn't he help you to save me?"
Tier was startled and said hesitantly, "Because their origins haven't been figured out yet, so..."
"Lord Tyr." Lin Qiye suddenly interrupted Tyr, with a gloomy expression on his face, "In order to help Lord Thor rescue Sif, I have made a second prophecy at the cost of my life. If it hadn't been for me just now, you might not have been able to make it at all.
She came out of the underworld intact...Now that you have successfully rescued her, are you going to lock me back again?
In your eyes, are we just tools that can be discarded at any time?
Is this the magnanimity of Lord Thor?"
Tier's attitude was more rigorous than Lin Qiye imagined. Even though he helped them rescue Sif, he could not fully gain his trust.
However, after Lin Qiye moved out of Sol, Tier hesitated.
He knows Thor's temperament. Since Lin Qiye helped him rescue Sif, he will never add insult to injury. And it is undeniable that they were able to successfully rescue Sif because of Lin Qiye. His prophecy can bring
It is a great benefit, but if they are restricted because of the memory of life and death in the dungeon, it will also be a loss for Thor.
After much hesitation, Tire decided to take a relatively compromise approach between taking risks and being safe.
Tier's eyes were sharp, he raised the long sword in his hand, and with lightning speed, he cut a wound the size of a fingernail on the shoulders of Lin Qiye and No. 22. Fine blood droplets overflowed from them, and strangely condensed into a solid state on the surface.
Seal the subsequent blood.
The speed of this sword was so fast that Lin Qiye subconsciously wanted to turn into the night to avoid it, but reason still controlled his body and did not expose his true body.
He covered the wound on his shoulder, took a step back suddenly, and looked at Tier with an extremely ugly expression:
"Lord Tyr, what do you mean?"
"My sword remembers the taste of your blood. No matter where you run, I can find you... During this period, you can move freely in Asgard, but don't try to play tricks." General Tire
She put away the sword and said calmly, "Also, don't provoke other gods...especially Loki."
After Tyr finished speaking, he reached out and took away the [Scepter] in No. 22's hand. He disappeared from the place in a flash and went to find a god who was good at healing for Sif.
Lin Qiye breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this...
No matter what the process is, the first step in Asgard has been taken.
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The content of the fourth volume is coming to an end. I still owe you a lot of chapters. I will start adding chapters one after another from today~
In addition to the debts owed, Sanjiu will continue to add updates depending on the situation of the main story. I hope everyone will try not to keep books ~