Underworld.

There were wailings everywhere and ghost lights flickering.

Under the dark red sky, a pale palace of corpses stood silently at the end of the red river of suffering, like a mountain of bones.

Countless pitch-black crows seemed to fly out of nothingness, circling the Palace of Corpses for a long time, then gathered together and transformed into a black figure, stepping on the steps leading into the palace.

Loki patted the corner of his clothes that was struck by thunder, raised his head nonchalantly, and walked straight into the Palace of Corpses.

As he went deeper, the light around him dissipated little by little, as if a huge mouth was greedily swallowing all the light. After an unknown amount of time, balls of dark green ghost fire ignited above his head like stars.

With the faint light of the ghost fire, you can see that there is not a single pillar in the dim palace. The roof of the palace seems to be held up by some mysterious force, floating majestically in the air.

"Is it you?"

A woman's voice came from deep within the hall. The moment the words fell, countless will-o'-the-wisp fires gathered in the direction where the voice came from, illuminating a corner of the darkness.

A tall woman in a dark green dress had been standing in the depths of the hall, squinting at Loki.

"Are you hurt?" Her eyes fell on the corner of Loki's clothes and she asked in surprise.

"It was just a slight scratch. As we expected, Thor returned furious." Loki said nonchalantly, "How is Sif?"

"I've suffered a lot, but now I'm at peace."

"That's good." Loki nodded. "As long as Sif remains missing, Thor will not be able to calm down and compete with me for the position of God King. After seven days, even if he wakes up, it will be too late."

"Why does it have to be seven days? What other plans do you have?" the woman asked.

"……hehe."

Loki laughed dryly twice and said nothing more.

"By the way, are all those things ready?" he changed the subject.

Seeing that Loki was unwilling to reveal it, the woman frowned slightly, seeming a little unhappy, but still raised her hand and gestured behind her.

The darkness behind her spread out to the sides like a curtain, and the walls of the corpse palace also shrank back to the top of the bone palace at a speed visible to the naked eye. At this moment, the place where the two of them were located was a towering observation tower.

The howling cold wind blew across Loki's cheeks, and his gaze fell into the distance, his eyes narrowed slightly.

On the other side of the horizon, twelve mountains were lined up in a line. A dark red light was falling from the sky, illuminating the mountains with blood-red light.

As the woman raised her hand, the twelve mountains began to tremble slightly. Huge heads slowly rose from the mountainside. The roars of countless resentful souls mixed with the clicketym of bones colliding, brushed past Loki's ears in the cold wind.

The earth rumbled, rocks fell, and the twelve majestic mountains revealed their ferocious fangs in the blood-red light.

"There are twelve City-Destroying Corpse Mountains in total. They are all here," the woman said calmly.

Loki glanced over and nodded with satisfaction:

“As expected of you, Hela.”

Hela, the queen of the underworld, gently lowered her raised hand, and the twelve revived corpses of the destroyed cities curled up together again and returned to silence.

“These city-destroying corpses alone are enough to flatten most of Asgard. Loki, are you sure?” Hela said in a deep voice.

"Ping Asgard?" Loki chuckled. "Why would I do that?"

Hila was stunned. “You want these city-destroying corpses, don’t you want to fight for the throne of God King?”

"Thor can't win against me. Since Asgard will fall into my hands sooner or later, why should I go to so much trouble to destroy it?" "Then why do you want me to prepare these things?"

Loki narrowed his eyes and smiled without saying a word.

"You'll know when the time comes..." Loki turned around and slowly walked out of the Palace of Corpses.

The inner wall of the Corpse Temple extended from the top of the temple again, blocking the scene in the distance. Darkness enveloped the hall again. At this moment, a loud thunder came from the sky.

The moment he heard the thunder, Loki's steps suddenly stopped in mid-air.

He looked up in surprise and saw the falling lightning, his brows furrowed.

"Is it Thor?" Hela asked in surprise, "How did he know Sif was here?"

Loki did not say anything, but his face quickly darkened. The thick lightning struck right in front of the Skeleton Temple. Dense lightning flashed in the air, and several figures slowly walked out of it.

"I feel Loki's breath." The blind god Hodel slowly let go of Lin Qiye's shoulders, and his closed eyes looked into the interior of the corpse palace.

Hear

"Loki!" Thor held the silver hammer in his hand, with dense lightning interweaving on the tip of the hammer, "Come out and see me!!"

A moment later, two figures slowly walked out of the palace of corpses.

"What a surprise." Loki ignored the swirling lightning and stared at Thor with his narrow eyes. "How did you find this place?"

Without waiting for Thor to answer, his eyes fell on Lin Qiye and No. 22 behind him.

"Hmm?" His eyes narrowed slightly.

"I'll say it one last time... Hand over Sif!" A deep blue light flashed in Thor's eyes, and his aura rose steadily, and a terrifying divine power suddenly descended.

"What if I don't?" Loki said slowly.

boom--

Before Loki finished speaking, Thor transformed into a giant shadow of lightning and rushed directly towards the Palace of Corpses!

The pale thunder swept across the surroundings indiscriminately, and the destructive power contained in it made Lin Qiye's heart tremble.

After all, Thor is the main god of the first echelon in Northern Europe, and his strength is far beyond the reach of other gods. Lin Qiye has no doubt that just one of these lightning bolts falling on him can easily burn him into charcoal.

"Hodel! Take Miles with you and use his prophecy to find Sif! Leave this to me!"

Thor's voice came out from the lightning. Without any hesitation, Hodel grabbed Lin Qiye's wrist, who had no time to react, and his figure disappeared into the darkness, quickly disappearing around the battlefield.

In Lin Qiye's perception, the terrifying thunder was getting farther and farther away, and soon fell into dead silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Hodel grabbed his wrist and walked out from under a huge rock.

Lin Qiye looked back and saw several divine powers colliding violently in the distance. The dark red sky had been covered by dark thunderclouds, and endless lightning flashed like a forest, interweaving in the roaring explosion.

If nothing unexpected happens, Thor, Tyr, Hela and Loki are already fighting each other, and No. 22, who holds the [Scepter], can only be forced to stay on the battlefield and wait for the opportunity to act.

However, the aftermath of the battlefield is so terrifying that it is indeed a question whether he can survive it.

Of course, Lin Qiye hoped that he would die here directly, so that the threat to himself would be reduced.

At this moment, a deep voice came from behind him:

"Start prophesying, Miles."