Chapter 1351
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Chapter 1351 Divine Downfall Symphony
Asgard.
Meanwhile.
In the distance, the crimson insect mountain collapsed with a rumble. Odin, with his divine robe in tatters, stood in a pool of blood, his brow slightly furrowed.
“Thor…” He sensed Thor’s aura disappear and his expression darkened.
In his plan, Thor should have already broken through the “Supreme” barrier using Asgard’s origin, while under the corruption of the [Black Goat], becoming the world’s only Supreme Thunder God who had completely lost his mind.
But now, his plan had been disrupted.
Someone had killed Thor and stolen Asgard’s origin…
“It seems your conspiracy cannot succeed now… Odin.”
Before him, Verdandi supported herself with a broken spear, rising bloodied and mangled from the ground, smiling weakly.
Odin gave her a cold glance, a flash of killing intent in his eyes, as his form instantly shattered through the void.
Verdandi, now covered in wounds and nearly depleted of strength, had no chance of escape before Odin. She pressed her pale lips together, raised the remaining half of her spear, and shakily thrust it toward herself!
Clang—!
Odin clenched one fist and forcefully shattered the half spear, along with half of Verdandi’s body, which exploded into a mist of blood.
With his other hand, he grabbed Verdandi’s fair neck, lifting her from the ground into the air, his fingertips gradually applying pressure as divine power surged wildly into her.
“Interfering rat…”
Odin spoke coldly, his hand tightening. The next moment, Verdandi’s form violently burst apart, transforming into a mist of blood that drifted among the ruins.
He glanced in the direction of the collapsed insect mountain, then his form instantly vanished.
…
Remnants of the Divine Mountain
—Supreme.
This was a word Bragi, God of Music and Poetry, had never contemplated.
His self-perception had always been very clear… he was just a minor god who enjoyed playing the harp and reciting poetry, who couldn’t fight and had no ambition. His greatest wish was to live quietly in a garden with his beloved. “Supreme” was something he could never touch in his lifetime, nor did he want to.
And now, he was about to break through to “Supreme,” becoming a powerful deity of the same realm as the God-King Odin?
With Odin’s betrayal and Thor’s death… Bragi, upon ascending to “Supreme,” would undoubtedly become the new God-King of the Norse pantheon!
Yet at this moment, there wasn’t the slightest joy in his heart; instead, his eyes were gray and lifeless.
“I don’t want to be any ‘Supreme’…” Bragi held his head in his hands, crouching in the ruins in his blood-colored robe.
His reddened eyes gazed at the dark golden [Holy Grail] on the ground as he murmured:
“I just want her back…”
Thud—!
The end of the Golden Cudgel fell upon the devastated ground, producing a muffled boom.
Sun Wukong frowned at Bragi, his eyes narrowed as he spoke gravely:
“Whether it’s Main God or ‘Supreme,’ if you don’t care about it, why bother?!
Didn’t you want to resurrect your wife? Isn’t the [Holy Grail] lacking sacrifices?
Then go kill!
If one Thor isn’t enough, kill three, five, ten!
There are so many Main Gods in the world, kill them as sacrifices, and if the Main Gods aren’t enough, go kill the ‘Supreme’ ones!
Isn’t that more useful than crouching here crying?!”
Hearing Sun Wukong’s words, Bragi froze.
“Sacrifices…”
Bragi murmured, rising from the ruins, a glimmer of light appearing in his confused eyes.
Standing on the remnants of the divine mountain, his gaze slowly swept across the devastated Asgard below. Faintly, painful howls and rumbling sounds came from every corner of this world.
Those were the Norse gods who had lost consciousness after being polluted by ash, reduced to tools of the Ke system…
That was the Norse mythology stained in blood.
The Asgard origin in his palm seemed to melt away, disappearing into Bragi’s flesh. The towering pillar of divine might gradually dissipated.
An invisible shockwave burst from within Bragi, instantly sweeping across every corner of the Norse realm!
A terrifying pressure of divine might suddenly descended.
Propelled by Asgard’s origin, Bragi had completely crossed that threshold, stepping into the realm of “Supreme” divinity!
“Asgard…” Bragi looked at the unrecognizable Asgard before him, slowly closing his eyes. Strands of phantom light emanated from his body, seemingly responding to the Asgard origin within him.
After an unknown time, he opened his eyes, his expression incredibly complex.
“…I understand now,” he murmured.
Bragi placed the [Holy Grail] aside and took the harp from his back. The drizzling blood rain fell on him, his blood-colored robe moving without wind.
“Bragi, what are you planning to do?” Lin Qiye asked.
“…Purge Asgard.”
Bragi slowly spoke, “The ash pollution has already erased the consciousness of nearly all Norse gods in this divine realm. Now they are just a group of controlled deities… When this pollution begins to corrode Asgard’s origin and laws through their divine cores, the Norse mythology will cease to exist completely.
I will help the origin purge these polluted Norse gods, and their divine power will become the sacrifice to resurrect Idunn… This deal is very worthwhile.”
“You want to kill all the Norse gods?” Lin Qiye frowned slightly. “Asgard is so vast, can you kill them all?”
The Norse divine realm not only includes central Asgard but also the surrounding realms of giants, dwarves, and the underworld. In those places, there are still many polluted Norse gods. Even for a “Supreme,” trying to kill them one by one would be extremely difficult.
“…Yes, and only I can do it.”
Bragi extended his hand, pointing at his own body. A phantom light swirled around his fingertips.
“Through Asgard’s origin, I can locate every Norse god’s position and, through their connection to the origin, transmit certain signals to them…
For example, sound.”
Blood rain slid down Bragi’s cheeks as he looked down at the vast divine realm below. His fingertip gently plucked one of the harp strings.
Bragi slowly closed his eyes, his deep voice resonating in the rain:
“This… will be the final divine requiem of Norse mythology.”
