367: C367 Life-suspended Line

C367 Life-suspended Line

"Retreat... Retreat! "

Odin's pupils contracted drastically, while his voice started to tremble.

At this moment, Zhou Yi gave him the feeling of a demon from hell. Odin finally understood. Even though he was a warlord, he was still nothing in front of Zhou Yi …

Finally, all the giants and gods who had been fighting for a long time slowly stopped moving. Seeing that they were about to win, those gods could only clench their teeth and retreat.

To be defeated, to be defeated in battle. This was already an indisputable fact.

Who would have thought that the originally invincible War God Odin would actually lose to the leader of the Gods of Giant, Loki …

The God gradually withdrew himself from the battlefield, and finally, only the cheers of Giant Clan could be heard throughout the battlefield.

"Loki!"

"Loki!"

"Loki!"

With this shout, Zhou Yi finally revealed a smile.

"Task Completed... "Reward..."

Zhou Yi could no longer hear the system's voice clearly. The dark purple dagger in his hand had disappeared, and finally, his consciousness became blurry …

Northern Europe, Giant Clan Mountain Range.

"Lord, criminal Odin has been tied up in the dungeon, waiting for your order at any time."

"I got it …"

Red-robed God followed the giant into the dungeon. He saw the white-haired, half-seeded old man trapped in the dungeon.

Amongst these giant guards, only Red-robed God and the white-haired old man seemed so short.

In Giant Clan, Red-robed God was the only one with the ability to descend from the heavens, and he was also the only one who could coexist in the human and giant forms at any time.

"The God has been defeated. The one who controls the world is you, Loki." The white-haired old man turned his head and gritted his teeth. Even though he was unwilling, he still said so.

Red-robed God just smiled in ridicule. He walked into the cell and sat beside the white-haired old man in the black cloak. He casually said:

"Why aren't you, Odin, willing to tell me why you are conquering different races? Is power really that important?"

"Gungnir's gun. I need it." The white-haired old man laughed bitterly, "The World Tree has predicted that the end of the dusk will come in 200 years. I need to prepare for that day."

Red-robed God was silent for a moment.

Just as the white-haired old man had said, the Giant Clan God, Eumer, had predicted that in two hundred years time, the world would collapse and the gods would descend upon the Assassin God Clan's head at dusk …

Suddenly, the corner of Red-robed God's mouth raised into a smile. He used a white finger to pick up the white-haired old man's chin. "Do you really think that war is the only solution to the problem?"

"Do you think that there is an existence in this world that is more valuable than military power?" The white-haired old man mocked himself, then laughed at himself. "Forget it, the winner will be the king while the loser will be the thief. If I lose, I'll be at your mercy."

"I can't kill you, Yumiel had a prediction," Red-robed God said flatly. He raised his head and said, "The moment the God Lord of the Assassin clan, Odin, perishes is the moment when the gods' dusk completely descends onto the world from the Assa clan."

"Then, do you want to imprison me in this dungeon forever?" The white-haired old man stared back at him and said.

"As long as you agree to one condition, not only will I let you go, you will also thoroughly become the ruler of this world and stand at the peak of the Olympic." Red-robed God stood up and said lightly.

The white-haired old man frowned even more. He found that he was unable to understand the man's intentions.1

"Let Giant Clan walk out of this ice-cold snowy plain, and let the northern European prairie have a place for Giant Clan!"

Red-robed God said this with a resolute and decisive tone.

Giant Clan had already lived in this desolate and cruel snowy plains for who knows how many years, and it was precisely because of this that the Giant Clan had repeatedly asked Red-robed God to kill their way out of this snowy plains, to fight for that fertile plain.

However, if that was the case, the entire Northern Europe would surely be in chaos. Perhaps... It was easy for him to bring disaster upon himself.

Currently, the white-haired old man had already dominated Northern Europe, the only thing missing was this last piece of the Giant Clan, the Snow Plains territory … If he dared to swear on his blood that he would let Giant Clan enter the plains peacefully, Red-robed God wouldn't mind letting this white-haired old man be the so-called master of the northern gods.

Even if Red-robed God's real strength was far above the white-haired old man's, he didn't care.

Red-robed God never yearned for power and status. What he wanted more was to be free and live a life like a bard …

On the Olympic Mountain three days later, Odin became the Lord of the Gods under the annotations of all the Gods and all the races.

"Today, I swear on my blood that I will become brothers with the God of Giant Clan, Loki … In the name of the Divine Masters, I declare that from today onwards, Loki will be the Giant God who controls flames, who will lead the Snow Plains Giant Clan … "

Under the watchful eyes of all the gods and commoners, the white-haired old man was crowned king, and from the World Tree he obtained the spear of Gungnir.

Red-robed God, on the other hand, was sitting sideways on a tree branch with a piece of grass in his mouth. He had a cynical attitude …

Everyone said in the myth that Odin used his exceptional fighting power and wisdom to conquer all of northern Europe and became the Lord of the Gods.

What they didn't know was that this so-called Lord of the Gods was just a gift that Loki casually gave him …

Everyone said in the legends that Loki and Odin didn't get to know each other until they fought, and the battle of Giant Clan made Loki and Odin eternal brothers …

However, what they did not know was that this brother who swore on his blood was just a joke that Loki had used Giant Clan to avoid the divination of doomsday for the gods.

That day, Red-robed God was lying on the World Tree as he raised his head to look at the sky and muttered:

"The war is finally over, maybe... I can also rest now … "There's nothing bad about continuing to be free and unrestrained like this …"

What Red-robed God didn't know was that when the white-haired old man wore the crown that symbolized his honor and status, he looked at him viciously …

Hua Country City.

Zhou Yi rubbed his head and slowly woke up. He looked around him in a daze.

He once again returned to his home from the Ten Thousand Worlds Passage and laid on the bed.

When Zhou Yi finally came back to his senses, he immediately sat up and recalled everything that just happened.

First he passed through to the Norse Mythology, then he turned into Loki to fight against Odin. After he succeeded, he seemed to have seen everything that Loki had once experienced …

Odin, who was crowned king, the cynical Loki, and the blood oath.

pqdm.com