Chapter 1353
Our Discord Server: https://discord.gg/PazjBDkTmW
Chapter 1353 The Overflowing “Holy Grail”
Tears streaming down his face, Bragi stood among the ruins of the divine mountain, eyes closed as he stroked his harp.
His lips parted slightly, reciting the words from the letter, countless voices overlapping, like an ancient and mournful poem.
These poems transformed into invisible ripples spreading outward. All Norse gods connected to Asgard’s source stopped their movements, standing still like sculptures. Even the red worms writhing inside their bodies seemed affected by the poetry, gradually becoming motionless.
Within this harp music and poetry, an unprecedented sadness was washing away the blood shrouding Norse mythology…
Lin Qiye reached out, wiping away the tears he couldn’t control, murmuring,
“Is this… [The Sky Poet]?”
Even though Bragi had become supreme, using music intertwined with the source signal to transmit throughout Asgard was no easy feat.
He had to merge the harp’s sound with his deepest emotions to unleash the full power of [The Sky Poet], and at this moment, what ran deepest in Bragi’s heart was longing and sorrow.
Twang—!
As Bragi gently plucked the strings, shimmering phantasmal light poured from his body.
Simultaneously, the Norse gods standing motionless in every corner of Asgard saw their divine cores crack open. Their connection to the source was rapidly weakening… and with it, their divine ranks.
Under Bragi’s control, the source extracted the power of faith from their bodies. Major gods began falling to minor god status, while minor gods’ divine power continuously withered…
In just a few dozen seconds, all Norse gods’ power dropped by a major level!
Then suddenly, that mournful and plaintive harp melody shifted, unleashing a fierce and murderous intent that swept through every corner of Norse realm!
Bragi’s tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and those tear-filled eyes erupted with unprecedented determination and killing intent!
Twang twang twang—!!
The harp strings snapped and shattered one by one, the harsh sound like thunder, echoing resoundingly beneath the firmament!
The harp had 48 strings in total. With each string that broke, several contaminated Norse gods were sliced in half at the waist, as if invisible blades crossed space, frantically claiming their lives.
One, two, three…
Splashing blood sprayed forth, transforming into streaks of red light shooting skyward, landing precisely in the dark golden chalice behind Bragi.
The liquid inside the cup rose and swayed, soon about to overflow!
Harp sounds like knives, love poems as swords,
Bragi stood in the blood rain, like Death whispering, frantically harvesting the flesh and lives of Norse gods!
…Thirty-six, thirty-seven… forty-one.
As countless red lights flew in from the horizon, crimson blood overflowed from the [Holy Grail], flowing down the cup walls, dyeing the entire chalice blood-red!
Suddenly, a blurry figure shattered the void, standing beneath the dim sky!
“Bragi…?” From Odin’s eye sockets, scarlet worms continuously wriggled as he locked onto Bragi in his blood-colored robe below, speaking in surprise,
“It was you?”
“Fath—” Bragi’s gaze focused, then he shook his head, “Odin.”
Odin’s appearance made Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh, who were standing guard nearby, change expression.
They stepped forward to Bragi’s side, standing shoulder to shoulder facing Odin in the sky. Their three robes fluttered in the wind, divine power surging, ready to strike at any moment.
“…It shouldn’t be you, Bragi.” Odin’s eyes were full of disappointment. He sighed, slowly raising his palm. “Give me Asgard’s source… and the [Holy Grail].”
“Dream on.” Before Bragi could speak, Sun Wukong snorted coldly, his golden eyes bursting with soaring fighting spirit.
Just as he was about to charge forward with his staff, a hand gently landed on his shoulder.
Bragi gazed at Odin’s figure, calmly speaking, “Monkey King… let me handle this.”
The Divine King Odin was recognized by many divine realms as the strongest Western god. Without reaching the “Supreme” realm, it was impossible to be his match… Among those present, only Bragi qualified to fight him.
Bragi handed the overflowing [Holy Grail] to Sun Wukong, then his form shattered the void, instantly appearing before Odin!
Two distinctly different divine power auras of music and youth soared skyward. Bragi let out a low roar, streams of phantasmal light surging from his body, as the divine might of a dual-law “Supreme” god suddenly descended!
Sensing the two laws in Bragi’s body, Odin’s brows slightly furrowed.
He snorted coldly, and suddenly the surrounding space-time froze. Then an invisible domain expanded, enveloping both him and Bragi!
The next moment, both figures vanished from the sky.
Looking at the quiet, silent sky above, Lin Qiye was stunned. “Where did they go?”
“Odin dragged Bragi into the void,” Sun Wukong looked at the overflowing [Holy Grail] in his hand with complex emotions. “It seems he feared that if Bragi discovered he couldn’t win, he would immediately use the full [Holy Grail]… In that case, even Odin would have almost no chance of victory, so he simply moved the battlefield, preventing Bragi from touching the [Holy Grail].”
“But what he doesn’t know is that even if Bragi died in battle… he wouldn’t use the [Holy Grail] on him.”
Gilgamesh, in his spirit form, sighed.
In the ravaged ruins, the three looked up at the void above, their hearts in suspense.
The battlefield was in the void, and even they couldn’t know how the battle was progressing. Bragi had just entered the “Supreme” realm and wasn’t skilled in combat. Facing the legendary Western supreme god, his chances of victory were extremely low.
“Can’t we help?” Gilgamesh turned to ask Sun Wukong.
“Can you tear through the void to enter their battlefield?”
“…No.”
“Neither can I.” Sun Wukong glanced at the [Holy Grail] in his palm, pausing for a moment. “Now, except for waiting for the result here, there’s nothing we can do.”
Lin Qiye’s expression was extremely solemn. Just as he was about to speak, a golden light flashed across his eyes.
He froze, then suddenly turned to look into the distance!
“We won’t be needed…” A smile curled at the corner of Lin Qiye’s mouth.
“Reinforcements have arrived.”
Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh both looked toward the distance, where a golden stream of light was plummeting toward them like a meteor, gradually outlining a sacred figure with six wings on its back…
