Chapter 1329
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Chapter 1329 The Coming Storm
“Horn of Destiny, Omen of Disaster?”
Upon hearing Jinian’s introduction, Lin Qiye asked with surprise, “Is this divine artifact really that mysterious?”
“Perhaps, at least that’s what the legend says.” Jinian shrugged, “However, to blow this horn requires paying an enormous price… Even a major god could only blow it for four or five seconds at most. If those fools from the Knights really wanted to save me with this horn, they’d probably split apart before making a sound… I mean that literally.”
“Is the magnitude of the disaster related to how long the horn is played?”
“Not sure, but there should be some connection.” Jinian pondered for a moment, “Anyway, this thing is extremely mysterious. Ultimately, it’s like a disaster indicator. The person who blows it may not necessarily be the one who truly causes the disaster… It’s just a tool of fate. Perhaps the real source of the disaster has long been hidden elsewhere.”
Lin Qiye nodded thoughtfully.
“How’s the situation outside? Has the Great Xia God arrived?” Jinian asked.
Lin Qiye briefly recounted the situation, and Jinian raised an eyebrow, “Zuo Qing broke the communicator?”
“Yes.” Lin Qiye sighed regretfully, taking out his pixel communicator from his pocket, “Otherwise we could contact them directly now and ask about their plans…”
“That’s easy to fix.”
Snap—!
Jinian raised her hand and snapped her fingers in mid-air.
“Done.” Jinian dusted off her hands and said casually.
Lin Qiye was stunned, and just as he was about to ask more, a thunderous explosion suddenly came from nearby!
A blinding pillar of fire broke through the ground separating the bottom level of the dungeon from this level, then pierced through several more layers, directly penetrating the entire Abyss Prison like a spear shooting into the sky!
Terrifying divine power waves emanated from the fire pillar, and scorching heat swept through the second level. All the sub-god level prisoners and Lin Qiye’s group changed their expressions simultaneously!
“Did something happen to Xiao Nan?” Lin Qiye frowned.
“No… that’s not it.” The pixel cloak fluttered wildly around Jinian as she narrowed her eyes, looking toward the center of the fire pillar with a smile curling at her lips,
“Indeed, things are getting interesting…”
Within the raging fire pillar, three figures rushed up through the prison!
Si Xiaonan rode the massive demon wolf Fenrir, steadily leaping from the bottom level to the surface of Asgard. Two figures landed behind her,
One was completely enveloped in flames, with a skinny frame and four long, withered arms under dark golden burlap robes; the other was a giant, at least twenty meters tall, wielding a heavy black hammer, with countless frost covering his mountain-like body, forming thick ice armor. Each step he took made the ground violently tremble.
Both of them emanated the pressure of major gods!
“Agni, the Indian fire god, and Ymir, the progenitor of frost giants… They were also imprisoned at the bottom level of the Abyss Prison?”
Jinian immediately recognized these two terrifying divine beings and spoke with surprise.
Si Xiaonan rode Fenrir to where Lin Qiye’s group and Jinian stood, her lips barely moving as her voice sounded directly in their minds:
“Stay behind us later and try to avoid engaging in combat. Let these sub-gods and the two major gods handle the dangerous work first…”
“Are those two major gods reliable?” Lin Qiye asked.
“They’re fine. I made a deal with them. At least in Asgard, our goals align.”
“The bottom level of the prison must have held more than just those two, right?” Jinian recalled the deep, dark cells at the bottom of the Abyss Prison and asked curiously, “Where are the others?”
“The others weren’t willing to follow my command. Releasing them rashly might cause unnecessary trouble. It’s better to be cautious.”
After speaking, Si Xiaonan rode Fenrir and leaped to the front of the group.
She turned her head, her gaze falling on the majestic divine mountain in the center of Asgard that reached into the clouds…
She took a deep breath, her eyes flashing with sharp coldness!
“Asgard, I, Si Xiaonan… have returned.”
…
Rainbow Bridge.
Among countless red brick walls, Zhou Ping carried a blood-stained sword, stepping over the corpse of a Norse god and walking forward expressionlessly.
He sheathed his sword and looked down at the corner of his black shirt stained with divine blood, his face full of disgust. He rubbed it with his fingertips and sighed:
“I wonder if laundry detergent can remove stains left by god blood…”
Just then, the red brick walls on both sides suddenly began to flicker, like a disturbed old television. Streams of pale green code collapsed, and all the nearby brick walls visibly became transparent.
Seeing this, Zhou Ping looked up at the figure wearing a baseball cap in the sky:
“Has your mental power been exhausted…”
At the same time, other human powerhouses wandering in the red brick maze also noticed the maze receding. Fortunately, after continuous battles, most of the Norse gods who had initially rushed here were almost completely wiped out, with only a few sub-gods remaining, who were being frantically hunted down by Sun Wukong and Yang Jian.
Guan Zai in mid-air swayed and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face beneath the baseball cap turned pale, obviously having overexerted himself.
A figure instantly broke through space and arrived beside him, supporting his body.
“Are you alright?” Zhou Ping asked worriedly, carrying his sword case, letting Guan Zai’s blood drip onto his shirt.
“I’m fine… just need to rest a bit.” Guan Zai smiled.
Youzhu Lingbai, Zuo Qing, and Chen Fuzi arrived in succession. The Queen Mother of the West stepped across several kilometers in one stride, holding the Sacred Rainbow Sword, her gold-threaded purple robe immaculate.
“Queen Mother.” Zuo Qing cupped his hands respectfully.
“Loki is already dead,” the Queen Mother announced the bombshell news as soon as she spoke, “Someone else killed him.”
“Someone else? Who?” Chen Fuzi lifted the carriage curtain and asked in surprise.
The Queen Mother looked up in the distance, her expression somewhat complex, “A little girl… quite impressive.”
“In that case, do we continue attacking or return to Great Xia?”
“Of course we continue attacking!”
A voice came from above. Sun Wukong carried his golden cudgel and slowly approached. The massive divine manifestation behind him gradually dissipated, but his dazzling golden eyes were still filled with fighting spirit,
“These foreign gods… I, old Sun, haven’t had enough killing yet!”
