Chapter 1278
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Chapter 1278 Disaster Horn
“Galar?”
An Qingyu’s eyes flashed with a hint of gray, as if analyzing the divine artifact before him. Cao Yuan continued to ask beside him: “What’s this thing used for?”
“Besides ‘Galar,’ it has another name,” the Knight paused, then spoke solemnly,
“The Horn of Disaster.”
Seeing the confusion in everyone’s eyes, the Knight continued:
“According to legend, whenever the horn of Galar sounds, every inch of land covered by its sound will be struck by a catastrophic disaster… even the realm of gods is no exception.”
“You mean, as long as we enter Asgard and blow this horn, a catastrophic disaster will befall the Norse divine realm?” An Qingyu pondered for a moment. “I have a question.”
“Please ask.”
“Is this so-called ‘catastrophic disaster’ purely caused by the horn, or does it objectively exist already?” An Qingyu felt this question was a bit vague, so he added, “For example, if I blow this horn and a tsunami engulfs a city, is the tsunami purely created by the sound of the horn, or was it already approaching from the sea and just happened to flood the city when the horn sounded?”
“…I don’t know,” the Knight replied helplessly. “The principle behind Galar has always been a mystery, one that even the supreme gods cannot solve.
However, I’ve heard one theory that Galar is the spokesperson of fate. Each time it sounds, each time it disappears, follows a predestined path…
It’s not blown by humans or gods, but by fate itself.”
“So, you want to use this divine artifact to cause a disaster within Asgard, and then rescue Seven Nights and Memorial during the chaos?” An Qingyu thought for a moment, then shook his head. “This is too risky. We cannot predict what kind of disaster it will cause, nor do we know the scale… If the disaster is too great, it will engulf us too. If it’s too small, it won’t be enough to restrain all the Norse gods.
This is gambling.”
The Knight silently gazed into An Qingyu’s eyes, and after a long while, let out a deep sigh:
“You’re right, this is gambling, but so what?
Every member of the Upper Evil Society here knows the danger, but we have no choice… You may not yet understand what the President means to our Upper Evil Society, or even to the entire ‘Utopia’.
Even if there’s only a one-in-a-thousand chance, we still have to take this gamble! We absolutely cannot lose the President!
Even if we arrive too late… we’ll make all of Asgard accompany the President in death!”
The Knight’s eyes were filled with determination and madness, leaving An Qingyu and the others stunned.
The Knight took a deep breath and slowly spoke:
“I apologize. I know my plan is risky, so I won’t ask you to join us.
I’ve had a pixel speedboat prepared with enough fuel for you to return to Great Xia. If we rescue Lin Qiye and the President, we’ll send you a message immediately…
Let’s part ways here.”
“Wait.”
Baili Pangpang suddenly spoke up, stopping the Knight who was about to leave.
An Qingyu, Cao Yuan, Jiang Er, and Baili Pangpang exchanged glances, all smiling at the same time.
“I only said the plan is somewhat risky, not that we won’t participate,” An Qingyu said seriously. “The Upper Evil Society cannot be without Memorial, and our ‘Nightfall’ team cannot be without Lin Qiye.
Great Xia, the Mist, the Border, Heaven, Hell… we’ve faced life and death together so many times, why would we worry about this adventure?”
“Then you…”
“Even in gambling, one can improve the odds through calculation and planning,” An Qingyu pushed up his glasses and calmly said. “Right now, I don’t fully understand the situation in Asgard and the ‘Human Circle.’ Let’s make a more detailed plan after we enter.”
The Knight looked at them for a long time, then his lips curled into a smile.
“Good, then let’s enter the ‘Human Circle’ first!”
Baili Pangpang looked out the window. “But where is the entrance to the ‘Human Circle’? Do we need to sink into the sea first, like we did at Takamagahara?”
“Asgard’s ‘Human Circle’ is different. Follow me.”
The Knight led An Qingyu and the others quickly off the deck. All members of the Upper Evil Society had packed their belongings and followed closely behind.
The pixel cruise ship gradually docked at the edge of an island. The outline of a huge mountain peak was faintly visible through the mist.
“Please clear the way, everyone,” the Knight walked up to the four figures wearing different masks and respectfully spoke.
As his words fell, the figure wearing the crying face mask raised an arm and pointed. The seawater beneath the ship seemed to be scooped up by an invisible giant hand, suddenly surging onto the deck, continuously compressing and stacking to form a dense water corridor that crossed the island directly to the mountain peak.
The other three special envoys didn’t hesitate at all, stepping onto the dense water corridor and darting toward the mountain peak in the mist at an astonishing speed.
Baili Pangpang and the others exchanged glances, then followed closely behind!
…
Asgard.
Si Xiaonan’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a long while, she slowly opened her eyes.
The first thing that came into view was a pale ceiling. Her scattered pupils stared blankly for a moment, seemingly unable to understand why she was here, when a figure approached from the side.
“You’re awake?”
The instant she heard this voice, Si Xiaonan instinctively sprang up from the bed. A dagger slid into her palm, pointing like lightning toward the direction of the voice. Her expression was extremely fierce, like a startled wild cat.
The blade, gleaming with cold light, was pointed straight at Lin Qiye’s throat, causing him to freeze in place.
Seeing his face, Si Xiaonan was momentarily stunned.
She finally came to her senses and immediately withdrew the dagger, stammering: “I’m… I’m sorry…”
Lin Qiye looked at her with complex eyes and pointed to her abdomen:
“Your wound has torn open.”
Only then did Si Xiaonan feel a sharp pain coming from her abdomen. Her movements just now had been too forceful, tearing open all the bandaged wounds.
“Lie down, let me bandage you again,” Lin Qiye said helplessly, looking at Si Xiaonan who was gritting her teeth in pain without making a sound.
“Um, Seven Nights, I can bandage myself.”
“Do you not realize how serious your injuries are?” Lin Qiye shook his head. “Don’t worry, it won’t be me bandaging you, but it.”
Lin Qiye extended his hand, pointing to the ground at his feet.
There, a silly-looking little mummy was tightly hugging Lin Qiye’s leg. Now, hearing Lin Qiye call it, it tilted its head in confusion.
