Chapter 517: Divine Power is No Match for Destiny

At night, the burning dry wood crackled and the orange flames danced with the cold wind.

Thor touched the aching back of his head and got up from the ground.

Seeing the culprit leisurely warming himself by the fire, he immediately became furious and accused with a dark face:

"You are such an ungrateful person! I trusted you so much, but you attacked me from behind!"

"Besides the blow to your head, did you suffer any other injuries afterwards?"

Hearing Lorne's question, Thor was stunned for a moment, then he carefully checked himself and scratched his head in surprise:

“It seems not…”

"Nonsense! If I hadn't tried so hard to protect you and Jörmungandr, you would have been chopped into pieces by Hela long ago."

Lorne replied unhappily, stirring the fire.

The flickering firelight shone on Thor's face, revealing a huge look of doubt:

"You knocked me out, are you helping me?"

"What else? You're injured like that, but you're still forcing yourself to go on stage. If anything happens, how am I going to explain this to Odin?"

Luo En answered righteously, and as his emotions reached their peak, he pointed to the empty seat next to him and sighed.

"In order to protect you, I didn't even care about Brunhilde."

"Something happened to Brunhilde?"

"Hela took her away when I was not paying attention. She also said that if she wanted to save Brunhilde, she should go to the palace in the deepest part of Hades to beg her."

"What are we waiting for? Let's set off immediately!"

Thor suddenly stood up with Thor's hammer in his hand, looking impatient.

Seeing his nephew's reaction, Loen nodded secretly.

Although he is a little stupid, he is still a good person. It is such a waste to use such good material only to block a bullet once.

A certain unscrupulous uncle, while plotting with ill intentions, stopped Thor, who wanted to go to the rescue immediately, and patiently persuaded him:

"Based on my understanding of your sister, Brunhilde will be fine before I arrive. Let's rest here for a while. It won't be too late to set off again after we have recovered enough energy."

In fact, getting enough rest is only secondary. What Loen is most worried about is that Thor, this reckless man, will take out his hammer and fight Hela after seeing him, thus making his peace talks with Hela come to nothing.

Therefore, any arrangements and instructions need to be made in advance before departure, so as to prevent Thor and Jörmungandr from doing anything bad due to impulse.

Just as Lorne was thinking about how to start his speech, a thunder-like buzzing sound came from the side. Jörmungandr shook his cat head, stood up from the ground, and looked eagerly at the two humanoid creatures in front of him.

It has never had enough to eat since being taken away from the Frost Giant Palace.

And along the way, it first fought with the black dragon king Nidhogg, and then joined forces with Thor to fight the goddess of death Hela.

After continuous consumption, Jörmungandr was already starving and even dirt looked like food to him.

Fortunately, there were two humanoid creatures following it. From its memory, these creatures would often throw something to feed it. All it had to do was be quiet and lie on the ground and let them touch it.

"Don't look at me. I ate all the food I brought on the way. Besides, this is the underworld. There are many dead souls but few living creatures. I don't know where to get food for you."

Lorne spread his hands, feeling somewhat helpless.

Just as Jörmungandr lowered his head dejectedly, considering whether to eat some dirt to fill his stomach, he heard a hearty laugh:

"Don't worry, I have it here!"

As he spoke, Thor took out his hammer and smashed it to the ground. The pale silver lightning weaved a huge magic circle on the ground. Two goats, one white and one brown, with spiral horns and bodies as strong as hills, came out of the lightning, pulling a brass chariot.

"This is?"

"Tangrisnir and Tangjost, but I usually call them [Grind the Tooth] and [Gnawer the Tooth], which was the coming-of-age gift from my mother."

Thorlang answered with a smile, and the "Queen Mother" he mentioned was naturally the Queen of Gods Frigga.

It has to be said that this queen of gods was indeed a virtuous wife. Although she held a high position, she was not jealous. Although she had not given birth to any children for Odin, she treated Odin's other children as her own and even raised them by herself.

Therefore, Thor, Tyr, Heimdall and other children of Odin respect their stepmother very much.

As he spoke, Thor raised the hammer in his hand and smashed it on the millstone-sized heads of two goats.

With a wail, the two goats fell to the ground with a thud, twitched a few times, and gradually died.

Upon seeing this, Thor immediately put away his hammer, took out a knife, and skillfully cut open the skin of the two goats, took out the internal organs, washed and peeled them, and skewered them on a spear to grill.

Noticing the surprised gaze behind him, Thor turned around and took the initiative to explain:

"These two beasts are from the Vanir tribe and have been blessed by Said witchcraft. They are symbols of the fertility of the earth and possess the divinity of regeneration. So, even if we eat all their meat, as long as their bones and fur remain intact, I can use the power of Thor's hammer to revive them."

So that's how it is. Lorne nodded thoughtfully.

He had heard that Thor's two sheep were quite unique, and he really wanted to try what they tasted like and how they were different from ordinary lamb.

In order to prevent Thor from wasting the food he had, Loen simply took over the cooking task and prepared the two divine beasts himself.

Under the control of the Greek god of the hearth, the two goats were cut into pieces to facilitate seasoning, smeared with salt and various spices, and their huge bodies kept turning in the rising golden flames.

Half an hour later, the two goats became golden and crispy all over, and the rich aroma of meat filled the air. Thor and Jörmungandr, who were waiting on the side, were so greedy that they started drooling.

"Okay."

As Lorne spoke, Thor and Jörmungandr rushed forward impatiently, each tearing off a leg of lamb as thick as a bucket, and devoured it with relish, not even bothering to speak.

Seeing the man and the cat enjoying their meal so much, Loen couldn't help but tear off a lamb rib and taste the delicious food he had made himself.

The perfectly salty taste and the unusually delicious meat made it impossible for even Loen, who was used to eating delicious food, to find fault with it.

It’s true, these two sheep taste really good. I can try them a few more times in the future and try different cooking methods.

In a trance, Loen remembered that Loki in Norse mythology often traveled in a team with Thor.

Could it be that he was just trying to get a free meal?

While Lorne was secretly complaining, Thor, who was standing beside him, was enjoying his meal while reminding him again and again:

"You can only eat the meat. Remember to leave the bones and skin for me."

Of course, Loen kept this in mind.

However, it was not so easy for the hungry Jörmungandr to control his appetite.

While Thor was not paying attention, Jörmungandr suddenly opened his mouth, and hundreds of scarlet whiskers shot out from his mouth, tightly wrapping around the remaining half of the roasted lamb on the other side and dragging it into his mouth along with the meat and bones.

That mouth seemed to be connected to a bottomless dimension, and half of the roasted lamb on the hill disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After eating, Jörmungandr burped comfortably and lay lazily on the ground to digest his food.

Thor was furious when he saw this. He immediately rushed forward, grabbed the cat's head with his iron-like hands, and shook it up and down:

"Spit it out! Spit it out, you stinky cat!"

"Meow!"

Jörmungandr let out a low refusing growl, his mouth tightly shut, as if he was unwilling to give up the bone he had swallowed.

Seeing that the man and the cat, who were born to be at odds with each other, were about to start fighting again, Lorne rubbed his aching temple and looked at Jörmungandr, who refused to open his mouth.

"Do you want to have one full meal or every meal?"

After hearing this, Jörmungandr began to think seriously.

In the end, its appetite defeated its reason, and it reluctantly opened its mouth and spat out bones that were shiny with digestive juices.

Thor counted them and after confirming that there were enough bones, he snorted coldly and wrapped the two piles of bones with two sheepskins, then raised the Thor's hammer in his hand and smashed it to the ground.

As the thunder roared, it fell on the two sheepskins. The originally shriveled skins quickly swelled up, filled with blood and flesh, and in the blink of an eye, they returned to their original appearance.

However, just as Thor was about to put the reins on the two goats, he discovered that one of the goats was walking crookedly with its front legs.

——This is the bone that was swallowed by Jörmungandr.

"You cheap cat, I'm going to fight you!"

Thor shouted angrily and rushed towards Jörmungandr with his hammer.

At first, because he was in the wrong, Jörmungandr just kept dodging, but after being hit by several hammers in succession, he suddenly became angry and rushed towards Thor with a growl to fight back.

Although neither the man nor the cat dared to kill each other due to [pain sharing] and [damage sharing], the escalating fight between the two sides still caused the scene to be a mess with flying sand and rocks.

Loen ignored it, sat quietly in front of the fire, and shook his head helplessly.

In the original Norse mythology, Thor's sheep were lame.

Legend has it that Thor and Loki stayed overnight at a farmer's home during their trip to the underworld. Thor saw that the farmer's house was bare and his two children were skinny, but he still entertained them warmly. So Thor was moved and killed the goat that pulled his cart and shared his goat meat with the farmer's family. Although Thor repeatedly reminded them not to damage the bones and fur before eating, one of the farmer's children was too hungry and broke one of the goat's leg bones and sucked the marrow. As a result, the next morning, when Thor resurrected the goats, he found that one of the goats had a lame leg. He was furious and threatened to severely punish the farmer's family. Finally, under Loki's persuasion, Thor calmed down his anger and just let the farmer's two children serve as his servants to compensate. And this so-called "punishment" is equivalent to a reward for mortals.

In addition, Lorne remembered another story.

Once, Thor went fishing with the giant Hymir. In order to show his strength to Hymir, Thor drove the boat far from the shore, used the head of a giant bull as bait, and put it in the deep sea to attract the giant snake Jörmungandr to bite it. Then he used all his strength to wrestle with the giant snake biting the bull's head, and successfully pulled the giant snake out of the sea. After the giant snake Jörmungandr rushed to the sea, he was shocked and angry. He kept releasing poison gas and snake blood, and pulled the bull hard to wrestle with Thor. Even the ship where Thor stood was destroyed by the giant snake. At this time, Thor picked up Thor's hammer Mjolnir and wanted to hit the giant snake on the head, but the giant Hymir was afraid and cut the silk thread, resulting in the giant snake falling back into the sea. From then on, the hatred with Thor escalated again, and eventually led to the death of the god and the snake in Ragnarok.

Feeding Jörmungandr with giant creatures... Goats accidentally became lame... Wrestling with giant snakes...

This full sense of déjà vu is clearly a mixture of Thor's two deeds.

Sure enough, no matter how hard you try to stop it, no matter how lofty your position is, no matter what powerful power you possess, what is destined to happen will always happen.

Even if the methods, timing and results are different, the general direction will not change easily.

The so-called "supernatural powers cannot defeat destiny" is probably just like this.

Magic and martial arts can be acquired through learning, which is a power that ordinary people can easily obtain, so the impact on fate is minimal;

Power and divinity require innate bloodline and destiny as a foundation, which is similar to what is called "supernatural powers" in the East. Often only gods have this qualification.

But as Dongfang said, even the gods with powerful powers cannot easily shake fate and escape the cycle of destiny.

It seems that if you want to surpass the calculation of [number of days], you must grasp the pulse of [fate], or simply take the [fate] of the world into your own hands.

Luo En's eyes flashed and he made up his mind secretly.

After finishing dealing with matters in the underworld, it would be best to go meet the three Nordic goddesses of fate.

Perhaps if you interact more with them, you can gain something else.

Just as Lorne was deep in thought, Jörmungandr, who had nowhere to hide, jumped onto his head.

And the next moment.

"Bang!"

The speeding Thor's hammer hit him hard on the forehead. A dazzling silver-colored lightning arc exploded, making his scalp numb and his long hair stand on end. The ground under his butt turned into a hundred-meter-deep pit.

However, Jörmungandr, who was chosen as the target, ran away at the moment Thor threw the thunder hammer.

“Ahem~~”

Loen coughed a few times and a string of blue-black smoke rings came out of his mouth.

He propped himself up with his arms, stood up from the extinguished fire, looked at the man and the cat not far away with a bright smile, and asked in an extremely gentle voice:

"Have you had enough?"

“Enough is enough!”

Thor and Jörmungandr nodded repeatedly like chicks pecking at rice. They felt an inexplicable chill in their hearts and instinctively moved back.

"That's good."

Luo En smiled and nodded, seeming very satisfied, and slowly said,

"You've had enough fighting, now it's my turn, right?"

run!

Almost at the same time, Jörmungandr and Thor turned around and ran.

Loen sneered, and the twelve beams of light behind him gathered into one. He raised his hand and pulled out the flaming magic sword Levatin inch by inch from the magic circle. The blade of fire that burned everything fell down, pounding the two fugitive criminals into the ground like whacking a mole.

Although the sword back was used, the magic flame attached to it still melted through the divine shields built by Thor and Jörmungandr effortlessly, burning each of their heads, with wisps of green smoke rising.

As the man and the cat screamed in pain, Loen picked up the flaming sword, walked forward with a grin, and his muscles and bones made a series of teeth-gripping crackling sounds.

The night is still long, and it’s a good opportunity to strengthen the relationship with my half-brother and the rebellious son from another time and space!

(End of this chapter)