Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 452: Let that girl go!

Chapter 452 Let go of that girl!

Asgard Asgard.

Along with the colorful brilliance of the rainbow bridge, Lorne stepped from the atrium world.

"Loki, you are back!"

The two immortal palace guards quickly saluted respectfully, their tense bodies relaxed slightly, and a touch of joy from the heart came to their brows.

Lorne nodded and asked in a deep voice:

"Where is your Majesty?"

"Still in the Golden Palace..."

"How long?"

"It's been half a year..."

The two guards replied with a wry smile, and their faces were shrouded in gloom.

Ever since the **** king went to pay homage to the three Norn goddesses, he came back without saying a word and entered the Golden Palace. He stayed alone in the hall and drank day and night. He was drunk all day long and refused to accept anyone's advice. He asked for an audience and paid no attention to the affairs of the Immortal Palace.

During this period, even if a few giants tried to pass through the iron forest in the atrium and invade Asgard, his majesty ignored it, as if nothing in the outside world could interest him.

If Lord Loki had not been guarding the Midgard World and repeatedly drove the giants who had sneaked into the Iron Forest back to Jotunheim, the consequences would have been disastrous.

But even so, without Odin as the king of gods, the fairy palace that had lost order gradually became a mess, and the Asa gods were also panicked.

"Loki-sama, it will be great if you come back. Please give your Majesty some advice."

"Yes, you are his blood brother. I am afraid that only your words can be heard by His Majesty."

The two immortal palace guards cast their hopeful eyes on Lorne and made a sincere request.

Lorne nodded slightly, without saying much, stood up and left the Rainbow Bridge, arriving in front of the Golden Palace.

As if to seek peace and quiet, the door was blocked from the inside by several runes. Ordinary Asa protoss had no ability to step inside.

However, this certainly cannot trouble Lorne, who also mastered the runes.

He curled his fingers in front of the door, casually unlocked the runes on the door, and stepped inside.

As soon as he entered the door, the strong and nauseating smell of alcohol hit his nostrils. The huge palace was almost covered with broken wine vessels, leaving people with nowhere to go for a while. On the cold throne, a figure with messy beard and hair, and a loose robe covered with wine stains, was sleeping soundly against the back of the chair.

After not seeing him for half a year, the once high-spirited figure became stooped, with gray hair, and was surrounded by a heavy air of twilight. From a distance, he looked like a dying old man.

As if he sensed the arrival of outsiders, Odin on the throne opened his sleepy eyes, looked at the visitor in the hall, turned over lazily, and muttered vaguely:

"Loki? You came just in time. Do you have any newly brewed mead? Give me another 100 jars!"

"A few waves of giant spies almost broke into the fairy palace, did you know?"

Lorne asked lightly, his voice low.

Odin yawned and said casually:

"It doesn't matter, come on, as long as you don't disturb me drinking."

Immediately, he stood up from the throne, staggered down the steps, leaned down and picked up a broken pottery shard that still contained some residual wine from the ground, wanting to drink a few more sips to satisfy his craving.

However, a burst of divine power struck and knocked away the pottery fragments in his hand, and a faint cold snort sounded in the hall:

"Is this what you do as a God King?"

"A king whose divine fortune is destined to be destroyed?"

Odin sneered and shook his head, with a mocking look in his one eye.

"Asa will prosper in my hands, but it will also perish in my hands. This is the fate I got from the mouths of the three goddesses Norn. Anyway, the outcome has already been decided, why should I fight for a Work **** a world that will surely be destroyed.”

Lorne stared at the decadent Odin in front of him and asked quietly:

"So you created Asgard just to witness its destruction? Is this the answer you get from fate?"

"Otherwise? Continue to struggle for this divine cause that is destined to be destroyed? Everything is meaningless..."

"There has never been any true immortality in this world! This is true for life! This is true for the kingdom! This is true for the divine industry!"

Lorne couldn't help but raise his hand to interrupt Odin's self-pity, and spoke with a cold snort.

"If everything is meaningless, then you shouldn't have resisted Ymir in the first place!"

"If this all means nothing, you shouldn't be sitting here right now!"

"Wouldn't it be better to open the gates of the Immortal Palace, kneel at the feet of giants, and let them rule the nine kingdoms?"

Odin was agitated by this, his face turned red, and he suddenly became angry:

"Then what can I do? What should I do? I asked the three Norn goddesses, the fate of [Twilight of the Gods] is irreversible!"

"Irreversible destiny? Bullshit!"

Lorne once again interrupted Odin's self-pity and asked unbearably.

"What is the ending that hasn't happened yet?"

When Odin heard this, his body trembled, and his deathly gray eyes burst into excitement.

That’s right! How could an ending that hasn’t happened yet be destined?

"Can fate really be changed?" Odin's voice trembled.

"Before reaching the end, everything is just a possibility. When the process you write deviates too far from the answer, the ending may not be interpreted in a different way!"

Lorne paused and continued to ponder meaningfully.

"As I said, there is nothing truly immortal in the world. The same is true for divine deeds, and the same is true for destiny! If you don't give it a try, how do you know that the divine deeds you have worked so hard to build will lose to a few lines of fate? "Resign?"

At this moment, after listening to Lorne's words, Odin's rickety back instantly straightened up and he laughed loudly:

"Loki, you are right. How can the divine fortune I have created be lost to a few words of destiny! If they want it, then they can get it based on their ability!"

Looking at Odin who had regained his fighting spirit, Lorne maintained a smile on the surface, but felt a little complicated in his heart.

As someone who has personally overturned destiny, he undoubtedly has the most say on these issues.

But at the same time, these were the last words he should say.

But many times, emotion often breaks through the limitations of reason.

Just as Lorne was secretly feeling annoyed, Odin, who had lost his sense of decadence, stepped forward and asked:

"Speaking of which, how are the humans in the atrium doing?"

"They have learned to hunt in groups and use flames to cook food, as well as build houses on the land and open up wasteland to grow food. They are now basically self-sufficient. After a few more generations, they should be able to form a certain combat effectiveness."

Lorne, who came back to his senses, answered truthfully, and couldn't help but feel a little complacent in his tone.

Because of his experience in managing human groups, he was naturally comfortable taking up the post in Northern Europe this time.

Hearing this good news, Odin couldn't help but feel happy:

"Really? Then I have to go take a look at these little guys on the ground. As long as they can grow and protect the Atrium World, our plan to unify the nine kingdoms can be advanced step by step."

"It just so happened that the wheat in the field was ripe when I came, and they were preparing to use this harvest to offer sacrifices to the gods."

Lorne glanced at the fragments of wine jars scattered on the floor in the hall, and a hint of teasing appeared on his face.

"New wine brewed from grain has a unique flavor."

When Odin, who was addicted to alcohol, heard this, his mouth was filled with excitement, and his face was filled with eagerness to try:

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go!"

Immediately, the Asa God King couldn't wait to grab Lorne's arm, walked out of the Golden Palace, and headed straight for the Rainbow Bridge.

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Atrium World, Heather Island.

Two figures, an old man and a young man, walked out of the colorful light belt and looked around.

Nearby is a vibrant wilderness, with lush flowers and grass growing on both sides of the road.

In the cultivated fields, the mature wheat ears have become plump and golden. The breeze blows by, setting off a wave of golden wheat waves, and carries the fragrance of wheat grains and earth.

Odin couldn't help but look fascinated. He subconsciously went to the edge of the wheat field, grabbed a few plump ears of wheat, twisted them in his hands, and then stuffed a handful of shelled orange wheat kernels into his mouth and chewed them. Although the taste was not sweet, the ether factor contained in it and the satiety it brought made Odin's eyes brighten.

As a god-king who drank from the fountain of wisdom, he naturally understood how important this crop would be to the development of human groups after it was widely planted.

Due to innate physical deficiencies, humans do not have the same physique and magic power as the Asa, Giants, and Elves, so it is difficult for them to obtain enough food through hunting.

Wheat, on the other hand, can be grown in batches to meet the nutrients needed for the early growth of the human population.

With these things in place, coupled with good reproductive capabilities, humans will surely be able to quickly establish a foothold in the atrium world.

"Foreigners, isn't it a waste to eat wheat like this? You need to cook and make wine."

At this time, an old man wearing coarse linen clothes and a clumsy face beside the road tapped his cane and scolded him angrily.

Odin smiled casually, not at all annoyed.

The flow of time in the Immortal Palace and the Atrium is not the same. During the days when he was in self-isolation, the human beings on the earth had already passed several generations of reproduction, and naturally they would not recognize his former creator.

What's more, he and Lorne deliberately used rune spells to hide their identities and divinity in the lower world this time.

Looking at a village in the distance surrounded by wooden fences standing in the sunset, with residents carrying bundles of wheat coming in and out, with excited and satisfied smiles on their faces, Odin clapped his hands and said with a smile:

"Old man, it's because we have no experience. How about you give us a try? Don't worry, we will pay you."

"Then you are here just in time. Today is the Harvest Festival. We have enough wine and wheat tubes for the evening! To tell you the truth, our Heather Island was the first place to grow wheat. It was Lord Loki who taught our ancestors to cultivate with fire. The land here and the tradition of harvest festivals are also passed down from us.”

The old man took the small piece of gold thrown from Odin's hand and immediately smiled and became much more enthusiastic.

"Come with me. I have a spare room at my house. If you don't mind, can you and your son spend the night together?"

“…”

The smile on Odin's face froze, and he looked at his "son" beside him in a depressed manner.

In order to drink the Fountain of Wisdom and sacrifice the World Tree, he paid a heavy price. Not only did he lose an eye, but his face also became much older. Standing with Lorne next to him, he looked like a father and son, not a father and son. brother.

In this case, then...

"Don't try to take advantage of me!"

Lorne smiled and cursed and glared at Odin who was about to speak, killing the blood brother's bad intentions in advance.

Having seen through his thoughts, Odin had no choice but to shut up angrily and honestly explained the relationship between the two.

brother?

The old man looked at the two people who were quite different in age strangely, and without asking any questions, he enthusiastically led the two people into the village.

At night, a bright bonfire is lit in the village square.

The old people who presided over the sacrifices were dressed in costumes and presented the heads of the prey, plump ears of wheat and freshly brewed ale to the altar to offer sacrifices to the two great gods who created and protected them, and sang ancient and sacred songs. Congratulations:

"The world was born in fire,

The blood of the gods flows within us.

Remember there were nine worlds at that time,

Nine female giants each occupy one side.

There is also an ancient ash bark tree,

His name is Yggdrasil.

Huge and incomparable, holding up the sky and supporting the earth,

Divide the three realms of heaven, earth and the lower world,

The roots penetrate deep into the ground.

When our **** Zubli was alive,

Heaven and earth have not yet begun, nothing has been established yet,

There is no sand and no sea,

There are no cool waves..."

The excited villagers gathered around the blazing bonfire, drinking wine and enjoying food. At the same time, they sang in a rough and desolate tone, describing the history of this land that was sacrificed with blood and born with fire.

Buzz…

Under the invisible trembling, golden shimmers poured out from the trees, humans, flames, and fields, and quietly gathered into the bodies of Lorne and Odin.

As the divinity and power within his body suddenly increased, a flash of light burst out from Odin's one eye.

Human faith and sacrifice can actually bring substantial improvements to the divinity and power of the gods!

And this is just a small sacrifice, a village of less than a thousand people.

If the human race occupies the Atrium World, the improvement they will bring to the Æsir gods will be immeasurable.

At this time, Odin, who realized this, was extremely excited and looked eagerly and greedily at the faces under the firelight.

What kind of human is this? They are clearly the food of the Asa Protoss in the Atrium World!

Just when Odin put down his wine glass and was about to enjoy the offering provided by mortals, he found that only a small part of the power of faith flowed to him and Lorne, while more poured into the fields outside the village.

"This is a harvest festival. We don't have the power related to harvests and plants, so we can't fully absorb it."

Lorne on the side, in a secret transmission, shared some experiences with Odin about the power of faith.

When Odin heard this, he felt quite sad when he saw the power of faith dissipating into the fields outside the village:

"Isn't that a waste?"

"Not necessarily, maybe there will be other gains."

Lorne blinked and pointed to the field in the distance where the stream of light gathered.

A subtle divine fluctuation is gestating and condensing in that land.

What?

Go check it out!

Odin's heart moved, he winked at Lorne, and immediately left the table and ran to the fields outside the village, citing the reason that he was too drunk.

At this time, as the harvest festival was held, the power of faith rose from different human villages, and finally converged on the fields outside the village.

Since it was the first place where wheat was grown, the land here has experienced a long period of consecration.

Dots of light and dust overflowed from the soil, grass, and straw in the field, blending with the power of the falling faith, and gradually formed the outline of a canine creature quietly among the field ridges.

The little figure seemed to have just woken up from sleep, its amber eyes curiously looking at the world around it.

Oh, it smells so good...

Immediately, a brown head emerged from the straw, opened its mouth and took an ear of wheat that smelled like wheat into its mouth.

However, before it could taste the taste, a hand unexpectedly grabbed the flesh of its fateful neck and lifted it into the air from the pile of straw.

"It's really easy for me to find, little guy."

Lorne opened his mouth with a smile, looking curiously at the divine life in front of him that was born from the power of faith.

This is a small brown thing, exuding a strange smell that only animals have; there are two sharp milk teeth in her mouth; the bright eyes are like pure amber, full of curiosity and curiosity about the world. It is ignorant, with a pair of pointed ears and white hair on the front of its tail.

Wolf?

Lorne scratched the little guy's chin, his eyes thoughtful.

In some advocating natural myths and sects, people generally imagine that grain spirits transform into wolves or dogs. Dogs and wolves are both incarnations of corn spirits in harvest-related customs; and in many places in Mecklenburg, Germany The saying "grain wolf" is particularly popular. They say that the wolf is sitting in the last handful of grain. Whoever cuts or binds this handful of grain is "getting the wolf", which means that he has touched the God of Harvest and received his blessing. .

With this, people hope for a good harvest and a prosperous life in the coming year.

Obviously, the long-term consecration of the Harvest Festival allowed such a little guy to be born from the land of Heather Island.

So, male or female?

Out of curiosity, Lorne couldn't help but raise the wolf cub in his hand, ready to take a closer look.

"You rude person, let her go!"

At this moment, a low scolding came from the distant fields, and under the moonlight, a graceful figure holding a cane and wearing plain clothes, with a face as cold as frost.

Sensing the vigorous life divinity in the other party's body, as well as the different dressing style from the Asa protoss, Lorne's eyes narrowed slightly.

Outsider?

(End of chapter)