Chapter 1280
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Chapter 1280 Gun
“Asgard’s ‘Human Circle’?” Lin Qiye asked with confusion, “What happened?”
“Loki is preparing to set up a death transfer array in the ‘Human Circle’.”
“Death transfer array?”
“Loki has a special secret technique that can deceive death itself, using ‘trickery’ to transfer his own death to ten thousand ordinary people. This is one of his greatest secrets,” Si Xiaonan calmly explained.
“Using ten thousand lives to transfer his own death?” Lin Qiye’s brows furrowed tightly. “So you’re saying as long as he kills enough people, he can never die?”
“It’s not that simple. The death transfer has limitations,” Si Xiaonan’s eyes narrowed slightly. “For years, I’ve been secretly investigating Loki’s weaknesses, including this death transfer array.
First, the death transfer array must be set up in advance, and the deaths of ten thousand lives must occur within three days. If Loki’s death time is more than three days after the array is set up, the formation won’t take effect.
Second, the death transfer array can only work once in a short period. He cannot achieve consecutive resurrections by setting up multiple arrays.
As long as we find the location of the death transfer array in advance and manually destroy it, Loki cannot be reborn.”
Lin Qiye nodded thoughtfully, “And in Asgard, the only place with enough lives for him to set up a death transfer array is the ‘Human Circle’…”
“Exactly.” Si Xiaonan’s gaze fell on the symbol reflected in the lake water. “That’s why I had Leng Xuan stay at the ‘Human Circle’ to specifically monitor the situation there. Since Loki is preparing to challenge the supreme position in public, he must have made preparations. Now it seems I was right…”
Si Xiaonan picked up a sharp stone from nearby, bent down by the lake, and carefully carved something.
After finishing, she slowly stood up from the ground, gathered some leaves from the nearby forest, and scattered them on the lake surface, where they drifted and swirled with the wind.
“There are less than two days left before Loki challenges the supreme position.” Si Xiaonan turned to look at Lin Qiye, “Ji Nian told me about your mission… are you ready?”
“More or less.” Lin Qiye nodded, “I’ve sent Thor and the others away to the northern border of Giant Country. During this time, I’ve secretly figured out the location of the Holy Rainbow Sword in the temple. As long as I send a signal to Great Xia one day in advance, on the day Loki challenges the supreme position, I’m confident I can seize the Holy Rainbow Sword and open the rainbow bridge for Great Xia’s god.”
“…That’s good.”
“But before that, I have one more thing to do.” Lin Qiye pondered for a moment. “Do you know the Three Goddesses of Fate?”
“The Three Goddesses?” Si Xiaonan raised an eyebrow upon hearing this name. “What do you need from them?”
“I need their help to save someone.”
Si Xiaonan was stunned, and after hesitating for a moment, she spoke, “Among the Asgardian gods, the Three Goddesses are the most mysterious… They have secluded themselves in the mountains for years, not participating in any external disputes. Although I know where they are, even if you go there, they may not help you.”
“I have to try, no matter what,” Lin Qiye said solemnly.
Only the Three Goddesses of Fate in Norse mythology, who control the flow of time, could compress Jialan’s sleeping time and make her awaken quickly. Lin Qiye had tried using the [Holy Grail] to make a wish, but the sacrifice was far from enough. Thousands of years of time and laws couldn’t be exchanged for just two or three main gods. Unless one controlled the corresponding laws, achieving this would be as difficult as climbing to heaven.
Seeing Lin Qiye’s serious expression, Si Xiaonan nodded:
“Alright, I remember their secluded location is not far from here. I’ll take you there now.”
…
Northern Europe.
Dwarf Country.
Hot embers swirled in the air. This westernmost region of the Norse divine realm was almost surrounded by towering volcanoes. On the barren land, countless steel buildings resembling furnaces stood grimly under the dim sky.
Clang—Clang—Clang!
The dull sound of heavy hammers striking metal echoed like thunder inside one of the buildings. The heavy door was pushed open, its creaking completely drowned out by the hammering.
Leng Xuan, wearing a black cloak, walked in through the door. A wave of heat hit his face, casting his stern features in a dark red glow.
He frowned slightly and walked straight toward the center of the hall, where a column of fire was gushing forth.
The building had no roof. The surrounding walls converged toward the sky like bamboo shoots, with a hole tens of meters in radius at the top, releasing the thick smoke produced by the fire column. Next to the fire, a small, shirtless old man was using a hammer bigger than his upper body to forcefully strike a piece of metal in the fire.
The small old man’s bronze skin was already covered in sweat, but his small, focused eyes were glowing, staring intently at the metal in the fire, completely unaware of Leng Xuan’s arrival.
Leng Xuan didn’t speak to disturb him. He slowly walked along the edge of the hall, his gaze sweeping over the divine weapons hanging on the wall, finally landing on several black pills at the corner of a nearby table.
He picked up one pill between two fingers and brought it to his nose, detecting a pungent mint fragrance.
“That’s a stimulant pill I recently developed. Just take one, and you’ll forget pain and fatigue, unleashing amazing strength and speed for a short time.”
At some point, the small old man had stopped hammering the metal. While wiping the sweat from his forehead, he slowly spoke, “I’m getting old… I’m not as strong as I used to be when forging. Lately, I occasionally use this to enhance my physical strength. If you’re interested, I’ll give you a few.”
Leng Xuan didn’t hesitate, casually grabbing a handful of pills from the table corner and putting them in his pocket before turning around and saying:
“Where’s the thing I asked for?”
The small old man slowly walked down the steps and somehow produced a black metal box taller than himself, placing it on the ground.
“It’s ready for you. Take a look yourself.”
Leng Xuan quickly walked to the metal box, pressed buttons on both sides with his hands, and the lid automatically popped open.
“I’ve lived for over a thousand years and forged countless divine artifacts and treasures, but this thing is truly a first for me. If I had enough materials, I’d make another set for my collection.” The small old man stroked his messy beard and chuckled, “Young man, take a good look. This is the only one of its kind in the world.”
Leng Xuan didn’t speak. He silently gazed at the contents of the box, a dark red reflection clearly visible in his eyes.
It was a sniper rifle…
A sniper rifle two meters long and weighing nearly two hundred pounds.
