A member of the Nordic War Department wearing black armor, hunched over, weakly walked forward along the dim corridor.
"Stop." The two Nordic War Department guards standing at the end of the corridor suddenly spoke.
The weak man slowly stopped.
"Who are you? Which branch are you from?" A guard glanced at the weak man in front of him suspiciously.
"The fourth branch of the Nordic War Department, number 39180." The weak man raised his hand and waved it slightly. The two guards felt their eyes blurred, and a black token appeared out of thin air.
They took the token and observed it carefully. The weak man continued:
"Sir Loki has some questions that he wants to ask the prisoners deep in the dungeon, so he sent me here to torture them."
The two guards confirmed that the token was correct and returned it to the weak man's hands, their expressions softened slightly:
"Brother, your body is so injured, do you still want to come to question Lord Loki?"
"Wasn't there an alien assassin outside last night? He was slightly injured during the encirclement and suppression, so it's not a big problem."
The weak man took the token, squeezed out a smile, and continued walking along the dim corridor. This time, the two guards did not stop him, but each took a step back to make way for him.
The weak man walked along the corridor for about ten minutes. He passed three checkpoints like this in a row. As he went deeper, the burning torches on both sides gradually turned into a dark green, which was eerie and strange. The temperature also dropped rapidly.
The surface of the rough stone tiles even had white frost forming on it.
"laugh--!"
A heavy breathing sound came from above the corridor, and the surrounding temperature dropped slightly again.
The weak man raised his head and saw above the high walls on both sides, a huge black and purple creature, standing like a mountain on the suspended round platform. A ferocious head the size of half a football field poked out of the round platform, with steel needles sticking out of the round platform.
The hair like a bellows is swaying rhythmically with the breathing sound like a bellows.
That's a wolf.
The guardian of the abyss, the descendant of Loki, the demon wolf Fenrir.
Although it only poked half of its head out from the round platform, its shadow had already covered the entire corridor. A pair of giant scarlet eyes stared at the weak man, its pupils contracted slightly, as if it was recognizing something.
The weak man faced such a terrifying giant wolf, but he did not panic. He was silent for a moment, and then he actually reached out his hand and touched the few strands of hair that Fenrir had poked out.
Under the dim green firelight, the pale face of the weak man swayed slightly and turned into the appearance of Loki.
Seeing this scene, Fenrir suddenly raised his head and sniffed the outstretched palm carefully. The hostility in his eyes quickly faded, and he even took the initiative to meet the palm with an expression of great enjoyment.
The weak man's hand touched the demon wolf Fenrir for a moment, then turned around and continued walking deeper into the dungeon.
Under the green firelight, the man's face changed again, returning to the pale and weak look before.
Soon, he came to a heavily guarded cell.
"I want to interrogate him alone, so you can avoid it first."
The weak man pointed to the figure being held deep in the cell, took out a token, and said to the members of the Nordic War Department who were standing around.
"Loki's token?" A guard frowned slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he shook his head and said, "I have to ask the Prison God and Lord Vader for instructions. This prisoner is a key criminal brought back by Lord Thor. Even if it is Loki,
Lord Ji, you are not qualified to be tried."
Hearing this sentence, the weak man raised his eyebrows,
"Did you read it wrong? This is Lord Saul's handwriting."
As he spoke, the token in his hand flickered, and strangely turned into a piece of light blue paper, with a few lines of words written on it, and a few rays of lightning could even be seen wandering between the strokes of the pen.
The guard's eyes suddenly became distracted. He was in a daze for half a second before he came back to his senses. He stared at the paper in confusion for a long time and nodded to him:
"Okay, hurry up."
He waved his hand gently, and the members of the Nordic War Department who were guarding near the cell quickly withdrew, leaving a quiet area.
The weak man watched them leave. The light blue paper in his hand flickered and turned into an old dark gold women's pocket watch, which he stuffed back into his arms.
"Cough cough cough..." He coughed weakly, opened the cell door with the key, and stepped in.
In the dim prison, a woman with silver hair stained with blood was suspended with iron ropes through her limbs, tied to four different lightning pillars. A black shackle locked her white neck and fixed her head.
The ferocious fangs were strangely present on the iron rope at the end of the shackles, biting the air crazily, like a living creature.
There were bloodstains all over the woman's body. Dark red blood beads dripped along her bare feet and onto the rough stone bricks, soaking into a pool of blood. Her messy hair was stuck to her cheeks with dried blood, and her appearance could hardly be seen clearly.
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The weak man's brows frowned slightly.
His peripheral vision scanned the surroundings, and various ferocious torture instruments were still stained with warm blood. She must have just finished being tortured.
Almost hearing the footsteps of the weak man coming in, Memorial's bowed head was raised slightly, a set of eyes fell on him through the messy hair, and he sneered:
"What? If I can't ask for what you want, my punishment will be increased?"
The weak man stared at Memorial's scarred body and said bitterly: "It's me..."
He stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face. The man's appearance disappeared and was replaced by a pale, ordinary girl's face.
"Xiaonan?" Jiannian was slightly startled when he saw this, "Why are you here?"
"I heard that Thor captured the president of the Shangxie Guild and imprisoned him at the bottom of the abyss dungeon. He came to rescue you immediately." Si Xiaonan smiled, "The demon wolf guarding the top of the dungeon belongs to Loki.
Son, as long as I use his divine ruins to make up a 'trick', I can easily deceive him.
And I’m very familiar with this place.”
After hearing this, Jiu Jiu's eyes gradually softened, "As expected of Xiaonan... By the way, have you met Lin Qiye?"
"Lin Qiye?" Si Xiaonan was stunned, "No, he is also in Asgard?"
"He came in with me, but he wasn't locked up here. I don't know what's going on now... He has changed his identity. It's normal that you don't know about him." Memorial thought for a while, "But, with him
You're smart, you should be able to escape quickly.
By the way, have you received the things I asked people to bring to you?"
"I got it." Si Xiaonan nodded heavily, "You did it perfectly, without any flaws."
"Hey, don't you look at who I am?" Memorial grinned, as if it was a wound, and he soon started coughing violently.
"Don't move, I'll save you right now!" Seeing this, Si Xiaonan stepped towards Memorial.
"No, no need." Memorial spoke immediately and said seriously, "Thank you for your kindness, but I can't leave now."