Chapter 1349
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Chapter 1349 So What If You’re a Divine King?
Bragi tightly clutched the [Holy Grail] in his hand, his eyes seeming to burn with a raging fire.
Boom—!!
A rumbling explosion came from the crimson insect mountain.
A towering divine manifestation rose from the blood-colored thunder forest, a golden staff shadow smashed down, turning the sky full of lightning into scattered electric arcs that wandered through the air.
Gilgamesh, wearing his royal robe, flashed past above Sun Wukong, a mysterious halo of light rose from the [King’s Treasury], piercing through nothingness, instantly blasting a blood hole several kilometers in diameter in the center of the blood-colored insect mountain!
Fragments of insect corpses scattered everywhere, more and more tumors grew along the edges of the blood hole, filling the blasted hole in less than ten seconds. Countless crimson insect eyes wriggled, densely locking onto Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh in mid-air.
Thor’s head emerged from the sea of insects, his expression extremely ferocious,
“I want… you all… to die…!!”
As the rationality in his eyes gradually faded, the towering insect mountain swelled again, massive tumors almost submerging his head.
Meanwhile, in the writhing sea of insects, some small bugs seemed to go mad, constantly devouring their surrounding companions. As they swallowed corpse after corpse, these small insects grew larger and larger,
Transforming from small bugs to long snakes, then from long snakes to giant pythons… until finally, they merged into incredibly thick dark red tentacles that extended out from the enormous blood-colored insect mountain!
“What a disgusting thing.”
Sun Wukong shouldered his golden cudgel, squinting at Thor below who had completely transformed into a monster, his expression full of disgust.
Writhing insect eyes emerged from the base of the tentacles, like suckers, constantly opening and closing. These eerie pupils locked onto Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh in mid-air, emitting laughter that made one’s teeth ache.
“Kekeke…”
“Jijiji…”
Dozens of tentacles like sky-reaching pillars shot up into the clouds, entwined with dancing lightning, coiling toward the two.
Sun Wukong rode his somersault cloud soaring upward, weaving between the tentacles at an astonishing speed, so fast he left countless afterimages; Gilgamesh had several divine weapons floating around him, continuously defending against the tentacles’ encirclement, his expression growing increasingly grave.
“This thing seems unkillable,” he said in a deep voice. “Those insects have reconstructed his body. Unless we annihilate them all at once, he will continue to regenerate infinitely.”
Sun Wukong also frowned, as if deep in thought.
“He can be killed,” a voice came from behind them.
Bragi stood there, one hand holding the [Holy Grail], the other holding a harp with several broken strings, speaking seriously, “Thor forcibly integrated with Asgard’s divine source. These disgusting insects regenerate so quickly because they’re helping him bear the power of the source…
If we pull the source out from his body, he’ll be defenseless.”
Gilgamesh scanned the crimson mountain below that covered nearly one-fifth of Asgard, seeing nothing but writhing small insects and tentacles everywhere, making it impossible to see Thor’s body, let alone find the location of Asgard’s source.
“Monkey King, Gilgamesh,” Bragi took a deep breath and slowly spoke,
“Help me pierce through its body… I’ll kill Thor myself!”
Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow, glancing at Bragi beside him.
After a moment, he nodded slightly, “Alright.”
Sun Wukong reached behind his neck, plucked a handful of his fur, and gently blew on it in his palm.
The next moment, countless “Sun Wukongs” floated into the air, each holding a golden cudgel, spreading like a golden tide toward the blood-colored mountain below!
Staff shadows filled the sky, surging divine power turned the many dark red tentacles dancing like snake demons into meat paste. Sun Wukong’s figure became a streak of light across the sky, once again condensing into a magnificent golden divine manifestation.
The thick cloud layer was split in two, and a sky-reaching staff shadow crashed down!
Boom—!!
The golden divine power smashed into the writhing sea of insects, splashing blood-colored waves.
Gilgamesh pointed from mid-air, and the divine weapons surrounding him poured like raindrops into the blood waves created by Sun Wukong’s strike, forcibly carving out a deep, enormous gap in the mountain!
At the lowest point of the gap in the writhing insect sea, Thor’s ferocious head with bulging veins was faintly visible.
“This is all we can do for you, Bragi,” Sun Wukong’s entire body radiated golden light, making him look like a war god, holding back a portion of the insect sea. “Your revenge… you must take it yourself.”
Bragi’s eyes fixed on the churning insect sea below, a flash of determination crossing his gaze!
He took a deep breath, his form like a swift shadow, diving down along that deep gap, heading straight for the depths of the insect sea!
As Bragi rapidly descended, the surrounding light visibly dimmed, endless dark red enveloped his vision, with nothing but countless crimson small insects and eerie laughter that made one’s teeth ache.
Bragi completely ignored his surroundings, his eyes fixed on that head gradually submerging in the insect sea, and let out a thunderous roar:
“THOR!!!”
Bragi’s roar instantly turned several approaching tentacles into blood mist. He reached Thor’s submerging head, thrust one hand into the writhing insect sea, and pulled with force!
Thor, his throat in Bragi’s grip, was dragged out of the insect sea like a carrot from red soil!
Countless crimson small insects connected into tissues, entwining Thor’s torso like blood vessels, his body nearly merged with the insect sea. Only in his chest, half a prism was embedded, emitting dreamlike light.
That was Asgard’s divine source!
“Bra…gi…” In the red world, Thor’s murky eyes stared hollowly at Bragi before him.
“Give me… your heart… I must… save Asgard…
I… am the true… God King… of the North…”
Under the connection of insect-formed blood vessels, Thor’s hand struck out like lightning, grabbing for the position of Bragi’s heart!
Bragi’s eyes flashed with brilliance, a harp string instantly snapped, and a sharp light cut off Thor’s arm, spraying fresh blood!
Blood seeped through Bragi’s dirty robe, spreading gradually. Bragi held Thor’s throat with one hand, suspending his body in mid-air, his expression ice-cold, like a demon emerged from hell.
“God King…?” In Bragi’s eyes, murderous intent surged forth,
“God King, so what?!”
He thrust one hand through Thor’s chest, blood staining his clothes, and amid Thor’s painful howls, he gripped the prism source tightly, pulling it out bit by bit…
