The Disaster Horn [Galal] is a "supreme" artifact of Asgard, and they know exactly what it means once it is blown.
"Stop her!!!"
Several Nordic gods roared angrily and rushed towards Si Xiaonan who was holding [Galal] like crazy.
Si Xiaonan patted Fenrir's head gently, and the latter immediately rushed out, carrying a terrifying and evil aura, to stop these Nordic gods for Si Xiaonan.
Si Xiaonan put the horn to his mouth and took a deep breath...
Buzz buzz——!!!
A low-pitched horn sound, like a hammer blowing on a drum, came melodiously from the horn, and a circular sound wave exploded from Si Xiaonan's body!
The smoke, dust and gravel in the sky were shattered by the sound of the horn. This air wave shook the Nordic gods who were fighting Fenrir, as well as the nearby gods of Great Xia and everyone on the ceiling. At the same time, they were shaken back several steps. The air wave was like a tsunami.
Skimming the earth and extending infinitely towards the end of the horizon!
If someone stood at a very high altitude and looked down at this moment, they would see a ring of sound waves spreading rapidly, covering all of Asgard in the blink of an eye.
Not only that, this wave of sound is still spreading outwards, the "human circle", the underworld, the kingdom of giants, the kingdom of dwarves... At this moment, every land of the Nordic gods can clearly hear the low and whimpering sound of the horn.
!
"You actually blew the [Galal]?!"
Tyr, the god of war, whose body was bruised by Zhou Ping, suddenly changed his expression, "Are you crazy?! God knows what effect this thing will have. Aren't you afraid that this disaster will involve you too?"
Zhou Ping held his sword, looked into his eyes calmly, and smiled softly,
"How do you know...we are not part of this disaster?"
Tyr, the god of war, frowned, as if he wanted to say something more, but his remaining shoulder was torn into pieces by the sword light, and blood shattered and spattered all over the sky.
The severe pain made Tire's face crazily distorted. He stared at the sky above his head. A sharp long sword, carrying a shocking sword intent, pierced his skull like a thunderbolt. The fine sword light rolled,
In an instant, his figure was turned into a bloody mist!
The long sword flew out of the blood mist and fell back into Zhou Ping's palm. He glanced at Tyr, the god of war, who had been obliterated by the sword law, then turned around and rushed towards the other Nordic gods around him.
…
"Heartscape".
Lin Qiye, who was drinking tea in the carriage, suddenly raised his head and looked out the window at the birds singing and the fragrance of flowers.
"Did you hear any sounds?" Lin Qiye asked with a frown.
"I heard it." Cao Yuan nodded and said with some uncertainty, "It seems like...a horn sound?"
"It's [Galar]." An Qingyu said firmly,
"They sounded the trumpet of disaster."
"The sound of the trumpet can actually penetrate Master's 'mindscape' and directly reach our ears." Baili Pangpang said with emotion, "It is indeed a good treasure."
"Did things finally come to this point..."
Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, "I don't know what kind of disaster will be caused after [Galar] is activated?"
…
On top of the sacred mountain.
Temple of the God King.
"...Are you willing to follow me and rebuild a truly existing Asgard?"
Odin's deep voice echoed in the empty hall. Thor stood at the foot of the steps, his expression full of confusion.
"The real Asgard?" Thor stretched out his hand and pointed to the boundless land of the Kingdom of God outside the palace door. "Father, isn't Asgard here? Why does it need to be rebuilt?"
"Fake." Odin shook his head slightly, "Asgard, you, me, Sif... everything here is fake.
Not only Asgard, the Summer Palace, the Egyptian Sun City, the Indian Temple of Heaven... everything in this world is artificially created, and we don't exist at all!
Only by breaking down the barriers of this world can we go to the other side and rebuild a real Kingdom of God there, a real Asgard!"
Odin's voice became louder and louder, and as he spoke, countless red bugs in his eyes squirmed crazily, looking weird and ferocious.
This scene made Sol couldn't help but frown.
"You are crazy, father." Thor took a deep breath and said solemnly, "You are completely crazy when you are with those Cthulhu lunatics!"
Odin's voice paused, and a look of disappointment appeared in his eyes.
"So...you are rejecting me? Thor?"
Thor clenched his fists tightly, and after a moment of silence, he shook his head firmly:
"Father, I will never give Asgard to you again...I will not let you destroy it."
Odin stood on the remains of the throne, looking at him quietly. After a long time, he closed his eyes in a complex manner...
Buzz——!!
At this moment, a heavy horn sound came from afar, echoing clearly in the towering God King's Palace.
Hearing this voice, Sol's expression changed, and he turned back to look out the door,
"[Galal]?"
Behind him, Sif's face was also extremely pale. She murmured to herself: "Disaster...is coming to Asgard?"
The sound of the disaster horn made Odin slowly open his eyes. The scarlet worm eyes stared at the flowing clouds and the distance outside the palace door, and sneered:
"Destiny...hehe, has all this been calculated long ago..."
Odin stepped forward, slowly walked down the steps, passed in front of Thor and Sif, and finally stood in front of the palace door overlooking Asgard.
Sol stared at his figure silently, with a look of struggle in his eyes.
After a moment, he made up his mind, and his right hand holding Thor's hammer suddenly tightened, and streaks of thick thunder light danced around him!
Thunder rolls and divine power surges!
Thor stood in a dark blue forest of lightning, his bright red cloak moving without wind, and he spoke coldly:
"Father, you'd better go...if you dare to take action against Asgard, I won't sit idly by.
After all, now...
I am the God King of Northern Europe!"
Odin looked down at Asgard at his feet, ignoring Thor who was surging with fighting spirit behind him. His broken divine robe swayed slightly, and he spoke calmly:
"Thor... how long has it been since the fog came to now?"
Sol frowned and said hesitantly: "More than a hundred years?"
"More than a hundred years..." Odin paused, turned around, and looked at Thor meaningfully with his eyes covered with countless scarlet worms.
"Who do you think has been in charge of Asgard for more than a hundred years?
A hundred years... do you really think that I will not leave any backup behind?"
The moment Odin finished speaking, a strange scarlet color slowly brewed out of the clouds over the sacred mountain...