Chapter 1335
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Chapter 1335 Just Beginning
Hearing this, a warm feeling rose in the hearts of Lin Qiye and the others.
Indeed, no matter when, Master Chen’s “Mind Realm” always gave him a sense of security.
It was like this in Cangnan, and now in the Northern European divine realm of Asgard, it was still the same…
Crack—!
Just as Lin Qiye was thinking this, a muffled sound came from the garden sky. A thick tree trunk tore through a corner of the “Mind Realm,” half of it piercing into this sky, emitting terrifying divine power fluctuations.
Master Chen’s mouth twitched as he forcefully threw his cup toward the sky. As the cup shattered into countless pieces, the half-exposed branch was finally blasted outside the “Mind Realm.” Through that gap, they could clearly see the resentful and angry eyes of Vela, the Forest God, staring fixedly at Lin Qiye.
The “Mind Realm” quickly repaired itself, blocking the enraged Forest God outside. Before the gap completely disappeared, they vaguely saw a three-pointed double-edged blade cutting through the clouds, carrying terrifying divine might straight toward Vela’s face!
“Ahem.” Master Chen repaired the “Mind Realm,” and the garden outside returned to its peaceful state of birdsong and fragrant flowers. He coughed awkwardly twice, “Well… although I can keep you safe, there are occasionally small hiccups… Lin Qiye, you should understand, you have experience.”
Lin Qiye nodded repeatedly.
Back in Cangnan, Master Chen was also hunted by Indra like this, constantly repairing his “Mind Realm” while it was being shattered.
“Master Chen, I see more and more Northern European gods surrounding us outside,” Jiang Er floated out from the coffin and asked worriedly, “Can we win?”
Master Chen was silent for a moment.
“I’m not sure about this… however, even if we can’t severely damage the Northern European pantheon, escaping unharmed shouldn’t be a problem.”
As Master Chen spoke, he took out several tea sets, placing them in front of each member of the [Nightfall] team, then pulled out a box of tea leaves and began brewing tea unhurriedly.
Soon, cups of fragrant hot tea were handed to everyone.
“Master Chen, I can’t drink this,” Jiang Er sat on the chair, looking at the hot tea in front of her with a bitter smile.
Master Chen waved his hand dismissively, “It’s fine, just consider it an offering.”
Jiang Er: …
Baili Pangpang picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and nodded in appreciation: “This tea is quite good, although compared to our family’s Mother Tree Da Hong Pao, it’s still somewhat inferior…”
Master Chen’s tea-drinking hand paused slightly.
“Lin Qiye, why aren’t you drinking?” Master Chen glared at Baili Pangpang, then noticed Lin Qiye sitting silently by the window and couldn’t help but ask.
Lin Qiye looked at the lush greenery and flowers outside the window, shaking his head with a bitter smile:
“Others are still outside fighting bloody battles, yet we can only sit here drinking tea… I just feel this is somewhat unfair.”
Nearby, An Qingyu and Cao Yuan also hadn’t touched their tea, their expressions extremely complex.
Master Chen’s gaze swept over them as he spoke helplessly: “Lin Qiye, let me ask you, what’s happening outside right now?”
“…A divine war?”
“Exactly.” Master Chen sighed, “A divine war is a battle between gods. Not just you, even I feel somewhat powerless.
You are just a group of young people who haven’t reached the ceiling yet. It’s normal to feel small and helpless in the face of divine war, because you shouldn’t be here in the first place…
There’s no need to blame yourselves for your current powerlessness. Your battlefield isn’t now, but in the future.
Sooner or later, Great Xia will need you young people to protect it… By then, it will be our turn, us old folks, to sit down and leisurely drink tea.”
Master Chen smiled and drained his cup in one gulp.
He stood up from behind the wooden table,
“Stay seated here. I’m going out to clash with these Northern European gods.”
As his words fell, Master Chen’s figure transformed into a gray light and disappeared from the carriage.
…
Countless black threads intertwined in the air as Si Xiaonan’s figure materialized and fell toward the ground.
The demon wolf Fenrir bit off a lesser god’s shoulder. Several divine power blasts hit its body surface, leaving large bloody wounds.
Its blood-red eyes instantly found Si Xiaonan falling in mid-air. With a low growl, it physically smashed through the blockade of several gods, charging straight toward Si Xiaonan, leaping into the air and steadily catching her body.
Si Xiaonan’s figure staggered to her feet on Fenrir’s back. The dozens of hideous slash wounds on her back healed at a visible speed, soon returning to normal.
She wiped away traces of blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes cold as she stared at the six Northern European gods surrounding her in the sky.
“What kind of monster is she…” A Northern European god’s face darkened as he saw Si Xiaonan’s injuries—severe enough to bring any major god to the brink of death—recover in the blink of an eye.
“Is she truly immortal?”
“Even the former Loki would have lost a life with injuries like that, right?”
“If this continues, we’ll be worn down to death by her.”
“No, those escaped prisoners from the dungeon are almost all exterminated. More people will come to surround and kill her. Even if she can’t die, she’ll exhaust all her divine power and be locked in the deepest level of the Abyss Prison.”
The Northern European gods surrounding Si Xiaonan spoke one after another, all heard clearly by her.
Her gaze swept the surroundings. The seven or eight lesser gods released by Lin Qiye were almost all dead. Only Fire God Agni and Frost Giant Ymir, brought from the lowest level, were still fighting bloodily.
“Si Xiaonan, give up your resistance,” a major god in the sky spoke coldly. “Those Great Xia gods can barely protect themselves now. When Lord Thor arrives, your death will be certain… If you surrender now, we’ll still spare your life for the sake of the Trickery Law.
This farce should end now.”
“Should end now?” Si Xiaonan raised an eyebrow, a cold smile curling at the corner of her mouth.
“No, the real show… is just beginning.”
Si Xiaonan flicked her finger, and the black box behind her exploded open. A dark golden horn steadily landed in her palm, emitting mysterious light under the gloomy sky.
The moment they saw this horn, the pupils of all the Northern European gods present suddenly contracted!
“[Gjallarhorn]?!”
