Chapter 1336
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Chapter 1336 Disaster Strikes in Northern Europe
The Disaster Horn [Gjallar], was originally one of Asgard’s “supreme” divine artifacts. They knew very well what it meant once this thing was blown.
“Stop her!!!”
Several Norse gods roared in anger, simultaneously rushing like madmen toward Si Xiaonan who held [Gjallar].
Si Xiaonan gently patted Fenrir’s head, who immediately charged forward, carrying terrifying murderous energy, blocking these Norse gods for Si Xiaonan.
Si Xiaonan placed the horn against her lips and took a deep breath…
Woom woom woom—!!!
A deep horn sound like the beating of a muffled drum emanated melodiously from the horn, and a ring-shaped sound wave exploded outward from around Si Xiaonan!
The sky full of dust and rubble was shattered by the horn sound. This shockwave caused the Norse gods who were fighting with Fenrir, as well as the nearby Daxia gods and other powerhouses, to simultaneously step back. The shockwave swept across the land like a tsunami, extending infinitely toward the horizon!
If someone were looking down from an extremely high altitude at this moment, they would see a ring of sound waves rapidly expanding, enveloping all of Asgard in the blink of an eye.
Not only that, but this sound wave continued to spread outward. The “human realm,” the underworld, the land of giants, the land of dwarves… at this moment, every piece of land belonging to the Norse gods could clearly hear the deep, mournful sound of the horn!
“You actually blew [Gjallar]?!”
The war god Tyr, who had been cut to pieces by Zhou Ping, suddenly changed expression. “Have you gone mad?! Heaven knows what effect this thing will have. Aren’t you afraid this disaster will engulf you too?”
Zhou Ping held his sword, calmly looking into his eyes, and smiled slightly.
“How do you know… that we are not part of this disaster?”
War god Tyr frowned deeply, seeming to want to say something more, when his remaining shoulder was torn to pieces by a sword light, with blood splattering everywhere.
The intense pain made Tyr’s face twist frantically. He stared hard at the sky above him as a sharp long sword carrying shocking sword intent pierced through his skull like a thunderbolt. Fine sword lights churned, instantly turning his form into a mist of blood!
The long sword flew out from the blood mist, returning to Zhou Ping’s hand. He glanced at the war god Tyr who had been annihilated by the sword law, then turned to charge toward the other Norse gods nearby.
…
“Mind Realm.”
Lin Qiye, who was drinking tea in the carriage compartment, suddenly looked up toward the birdsong and flowers outside the window.
“Did you hear something?” Lin Qiye asked with a frown.
“Yes,” Cao Yuan nodded, saying somewhat uncertainly, “It sounds like… a horn?”
“It’s [Gjallar],” An Qingyu said with certainty.
“They’ve blown the Disaster Horn.”
“The horn sound can actually penetrate the Master’s ‘Mind Realm’ and reach our ears directly,” Baili Pangpang marveled. “It truly is a good treasure.”
“So things have finally developed to this stage…”
Lin Qiye pondered for a moment. “I wonder what disaster [Gjallar] will bring once activated?”
…
On the divine mountain.
The Hall of the God King.
“…Are you willing to follow me to rebuild a truly existing Asgard?”
Odin’s deep voice echoed in the spacious hall. Thor stood at the bottom of the steps, his expression full of confusion.
“A truly existing Asgard?” Thor stretched out his hand, pointing toward the boundless divine land outside the hall doors. “Father, isn’t Asgard right here? Why rebuild it?”
“Fake,” Odin shook his head slightly. “Asgard, you, me, Sif… everything here is fake.
Not just Asgard, but the Daxia Celestial Court, the Egyptian Sun City, the Indian Temple of Gods… everything in this world is artificially fabricated. We don’t actually exist!
Only by breaking through the barriers of this world can we go to the other side and rebuild a truly existing divine country, a real Asgard!”
Odin’s voice grew louder. As he spoke, countless red insects in his eye socket writhed frantically, looking bizarre and ferocious.
This scene made Thor frown involuntarily.
“You’ve gone mad, Father,” Thor took a deep breath and spoke gravely. “You’ve been with those Cthulhu lunatics and have completely lost your mind!”
Odin’s voice paused, and disappointment appeared in his eyes.
“So… you’re refusing me? Thor?”
Thor clenched his fists tightly and after a moment of silence, firmly shook his head:
“Father, I will not hand Asgard over to you again… I won’t let you destroy it.”
Odin stood on the ruins of the divine throne, silently gazing at him. After a long while, he closed his eyes with complexity…
Woom—!!!
At that moment, the heavy sound of a horn came from the distance, clearly echoing in this towering Hall of the God King.
Hearing this sound, Thor’s expression changed. He turned to look outside the door.
“[Gjallar]?”
Behind him, Sif’s face also turned deathly pale. She murmured: “Is disaster… about to befall Asgard?”
The sound of the Disaster Horn made Odin slowly open his eyes. That crimson insect eye stared at the flowing clouds and the distance outside the hall doors, and he coldly smiled:
“Destiny… hehe, was all this calculated from the beginning…”
Odin took a step forward, slowly walking down the steps, passing by Thor and Sif, and finally standing before the hall doors overlooking Asgard.
Thor silently watched his figure, struggle appearing in his eyes.
After a moment, he still made up his mind. His right hand gripping the hammer of Thor suddenly tightened, and streaks of thick lightning danced around him!
Thunder rumbled, divine power surged!
Thor stood in a forest of deep blue lightning, his bright red cape moving without wind. He spoke coldly:
“Father, you should leave… If you dare to harm Asgard, I will not stand idly by.
After all, now…
I am the God King of the North!”
Odin looked down at Asgard below, ignoring Thor’s surging battle intent behind him. His tattered divine robe swayed slightly as he calmly spoke:
“Thor… how long has it been since the mist descended?”
Thor frowned deeply and hesitantly replied: “Over a hundred years?”
“Over a hundred years…” Odin paused. He turned around, and that eye crawling with countless crimson worms looked at Thor meaningfully.
“Who do you think has been controlling all of Asgard during these hundred-plus years?
A hundred years… do you really think I wouldn’t leave any contingency plans?”
As Odin’s words fell, a strange crimson light slowly brewed from the clouds above the divine mountain…
