Hearing the introduction of the memorial, Lin Qiye said in surprise, "Is this artifact really so evil?"
"Maybe, that's what the legend says anyway." Memorial shrugged, "However, if you want to blow this horn, you need to pay a huge price... Even the main god can only blow it for four or five seconds at most, right?
If those idiots in the Knights really want to rely on this horn to save me, I'm afraid my body will be torn apart before it even blows...I mean that literally."
"Is the severity of the disaster related to the time when the trumpet is blown?"
"I don't know, but it should have something to do with it." Memorial pondered for a moment, "Anyway, this thing is very evil. In the final analysis, it is like a disaster reminder. The person who actually causes the disaster may not be the person who blew it...
It is just a tool of fate, and perhaps the real source of the disaster has long been buried elsewhere."
Lin Qiye nodded thoughtfully.
"How is the situation outside? Has the Great Xia God come?" asked Jiu Jiu.
Lin Qiye simply recounted the situation and raised his eyebrows, "Did Zuo Qing break the walkie-talkie?"
"Yes." Lin Qiye sighed regretfully and took out his pixel walkie-talkie from his pocket. "Otherwise, we can contact them directly now and ask them what their plans are..."
"This is simple."
Snapped--!
Memorial raised his hand and snapped his fingers in the air.
"It's done." Memorial clapped his hands and said leisurely.
Lin Qiye was stunned and was about to ask something else when a roaring explosion suddenly came from not far away!
I saw a dazzling pillar of fire, breaking through the ground between the lowest level of the dungeon and this layer, and then penetrated several layers one after another, directly penetrating the entire abyss dungeon, shooting straight into the sky like a spear!
Terrifying fluctuations of divine power came from the pillar of fire, and scorching waves of air swept across the second floor. The faces of all the demi-god-level felons present, as well as Lin Qiye and others, changed at the same time!
"What happened to Xiaonan?" Lin Qiye frowned.
"No...that's not right." The pixel cloak danced wildly on Memorial's body. She narrowed her eyes and looked at the center of the fire pillar, with a smile on her lips.
"Sure enough, things are getting interesting..."
I saw three figures rushing up to the dungeon one after another among the blazing pillars of fire!
Si Xiaonan rode the huge demon wolf Fenrir and jumped steadily from the bottom to the surface of Asgard. Two figures fell behind her.
One person was shrouded in firelight, with a skinny figure, and four slender and dry arms under dark golden coarse linen clothes; the other was a giant, more than twenty meters tall, holding a heavy black light hammer in his hand.
Countless frosts covered the surface of the hill-like body, forming a thick ice armor. Every step he took made the ground tremble violently.
They all exude pressure at the Lord God level!
"Agni, the Indian god of fire, and the frost giant Ymir, the founder of the Giant Kingdom...are they both imprisoned at the bottom of the abyss dungeon?"
Memorial recognized these two gods with terrifying auras at a glance and spoke in surprise.
Si Xiaonan rode Fenrir and walked up to Lin Qiye and others and Jiannian. His lips were slightly opened, and the voice sounded directly from their minds:
"You will follow us for a while, try to avoid taking action, and let these secondary gods and the two main gods do the hard work first..."
"Are the two main gods okay?" Lin Qiye asked.
"No problem, I made some deals with them. At least in Asgard, our goals are the same."
"The bottom floor of the dungeon should be more than just the two of them, right?" Memorial recalled the dark and deep cells at the bottom of the abyss dungeon and asked doubtfully, "Where are the others?"
"Others don't want to listen to my command and release them rashly, which may cause unnecessary trouble. It's better to be cautious."
After Si Xiaonan finished speaking, he rode Fenrir and jumped in front of everyone.
She turned her head and her eyes fell on the majestic sacred mountain standing in the sky in the center of Asgard...
She took a deep breath, and a sharp cold light flashed in her eyes!
"Asgard, I, Xiaonan...are back."
…
Rainbow bridge.
Among the countless red brick walls, Zhou Ping held a blood-stained sword, stepped over the body of a Nordic god, and walked forward expressionlessly.
He put the sword back into the sword case, looked down at the corner of the black shirt that was stained red by the divine blood, his face was filled with disgust, he rubbed it with his fingertips and sighed:
"I don't know if laundry detergent can wash away the stains left by the divine blood..."
At this moment, the red brick walls on both sides suddenly flickered, like an old TV that was constantly disturbing. The faint green codes collapsed, and all the nearby brick walls became transparent to the naked eye.
Seeing this, Zhou Ping looked up at the figure wearing a peaked cap in the sky:
"Are you exhausted of your mental energy..."
At the same time, other human ceilings wandering in the red brick maze also found that the surrounding maze was fading. Fortunately, after successive fightings, the first batch of Nordic gods who came here had almost been wiped out, leaving only sporadic ones.
Several minor gods are being madly hunted by Sun Wukong and Yang Jian.
Guan Zai swayed in mid-air and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale under his peaked cap, and he was obviously overdrawn.
A figure instantly cut through the space, came to his side, and supported his body.
"Are you okay?" Zhou Ping asked worriedly, carrying the sword case on his back, letting the blood from the corner of his mouth drip onto his shirt.
"It's okay... Just take a rest and you'll be fine." Guan Zai smiled.
Youli Takibai, Zuo Qing, and Master Chen came one after another, and the Queen Mother of the West crossed several kilometers in one step, carrying the Holy Rainbow Sword and wearing a gilded purple-patterned robe that was spotless.
"The Queen Mother." Zuo Qing cupped his hand.
"Loki is dead." Queen Mother Xi opened her mouth with bombshell news, "Someone else killed him."
"Others? Who?" Master Chen opened the carriage door curtain and asked in surprise.
Queen Mother Xi raised her head and looked into the distance with a somewhat complicated expression, "A little girl... very nice."
"In this case, should we continue to fight in the past, or go back to Daxia directly?"
"Of course I'll kill him!"
A voice came from above. Sun Wukong was walking slowly with a golden cudgel on his shoulders. The huge dharma image behind him gradually dissipated. His dazzling golden eyes were still full of high-spirited fighting spirit.
"Just this little foreign god... I, Old Sun, haven't had enough of killing them yet!"