Outside the slaughterhouse is a narrow and old street.

The overall style of this street is close to that of the Western Middle Ages, but the difference is that the houses here are very dilapidated, the surfaces of the houses on both sides are almost covered with cobwebs, and the rotten and moldy exterior walls of the houses exude a disgusting smell.

On the bumpy gravel road, several ragged and skinny figures were staggering. Each of them had a basket hanging on their arms, covered with a white cloth, and no one knew what was in it.

When they saw the figure in the holy robes walking slowly towards them at the end of the street, their dull and dazed eyes suddenly shrank!

thump--!

Without any hesitation, they knelt down in the street in front of Loki.

Their foreheads were pressed against the uneven road, and they moved their knees with difficulty, inching their kneeling bodies to the sides of the street little by little, leaving the middle of the road empty, as if they were afraid that their bodies would block the other party's progress.

Loki didn't even look at these humans. He walked straight through several streets and came to a towering church amid countless people kneeling.

Unlike the densely packed and old medieval buildings around it, this church is located in the center of the city, but there is no building within a kilometer radius. The luxurious and tall outer walls of the church sparkle in the sun, as dazzling as gems.

Loki walked straight to the church door, climbed the stairs, and pushed the door open.

Behind the heavy door was an obsidian-paved corridor. A few men in religious robes stood on the edge of the corridor, laughing loudly. When they saw Loki walking in from the door out of the corner of their eyes, their faces changed at the same time!

"Your Holiness!"

Several men bowed respectfully at the same time, wishing they could bury their heads in the ground.

Loki glanced at them calmly, "Where's Bishop Lance?"

"He...he went to East City to spread the doctrine." One of the men answered.

Loki's brows furrowed, "Now, how many people are left in the city?"

"A total of 39,962 people."

"What about pregnant women?"

"What?" The man was stunned.

"A pregnant woman and the baby in her belly are counted as two people." Loki said calmly.

The man hesitated for a moment, "If that's the case, there should be 40,000 people in total."

forty thousand……

Loki narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly:

"I'm going to give you a task..."

…

Outside the church.

In a low house at the edge of the vacuum zone around the church, a man standing in front of the window slowly put down the telescope in his hand.

"Loki has appeared in the 'Human Circle' again... Did something happen in Asgard?"

Leng Xuan muttered to himself.

He wandered in the room for a moment, pushed the door open, wrapped himself in his cloak, and walked quickly in a certain direction.

As he moved forward, the houses around him became increasingly sparse, and overgrown weeds covered the ground. Before he knew it, he had left the edge of the city.

After climbing over two not-so-high hills, a turquoise lake appeared before him.

The lake is not big. It looks like an emerald, embedded between hard rocks. You can see its edge as far as you can see.

Looking down through the turquoise water, the rugged and strange rock formations continue to extend downwards as if there is no end, gradually disappearing into the deep lake water, like a bottomless hole. No one knows where the other end of the lake is connected to.

Leng Xuan touched his waist and a dagger appeared in his palm.

He squatted beside the rocks at the edge of the emerald green lake and carved marks with a dagger. Some of these marks were dots, some were lines, which were intertwined in a disorderly manner and reflected in the mirror image of the lake, making them incomprehensible.

After carving these marks, Leng Xuan stood up from the rock, picked a red flower from the nearby forest, and threw it lightly onto the lake.

Bright red petals were scattered on the surface of the emerald green lake, swirling in the breeze without sinking at all.

Leng Xuan glanced at the deep, dark bottom of the lake, then turned and left.

…

Asgard.

Tyr, Lin Qiye and others landed in front of a temple.

"Sif, go and rest first. I'll get someone to treat you." Tyr looked at Sif, who was covered in bruises, and spoke gently.

Sif nodded, then Tyr turned to look at Lin Qiye and No. 22 and said in a deep voice:

"As for you... continue to stay in the cage."

"Why did you put them in the cage?" Before Lin Qiye could speak, Sif asked in confusion, "Didn't he help you save me?"

Tyr was startled and spoke hesitantly, "Because their origins have not been figured out yet, so..."

"Lord Tyr." Lin Qiye suddenly interrupted Tyr, his face somewhat gloomy, "In order to help Lord Thor rescue Sif, I have already made a second prophecy at the cost of my life. If it weren't for me just now, you might not have been able to walk out of the underworld intact... Now that you have successfully rescued her, you still want to lock me up again?

In your eyes, are we just tools that can be discarded at any time?

Is this the magnanimity of Lord Thor?"

Tyr's attitude was more rigorous than Lin Qiye had imagined. Even though he helped them rescue Sif, he was unable to gain his complete trust.

However, after Lin Qiye moved out of Sol, Tyr became a little hesitant.

Thor knew his character. Since Lin Qiye had helped him rescue Sif, he would never add insult to injury. And it was undeniable that they were able to successfully rescue Sif because of Lin Qiye. His prophecy could bring great benefits. If they were restricted by the Ji Nian who refused to give up in the dungeon, it would be a loss for Thor.

After much hesitation, Tyr decided to take a relatively compromise approach between risk and safety.

Tyr's eyes flashed, he raised the long sword in his hand, and with lightning speed, he cut a fingernail-sized wound on the shoulders of Lin Qiye and No. 22 respectively. Fine beads of blood overflowed from them, and then strangely condensed into a solid state on the epidermis, blocking the subsequent blood flow.

The speed of this sword was too fast. Lin Qiye subconsciously wanted to transform into the night to avoid it, but his reason still controlled his body and he did not expose his true form.

He covered the wound on his shoulder, took a step back, and looked at Tyr with an extremely ugly expression:

"Lord Tyr, what do you mean by this?"

"My sword has remembered the taste of your blood. No matter where you run to, I can find you... During this time, you can move freely in Asgard, but don't try to play tricks." Tyr put away the sword and said lightly, "Also, don't provoke other gods... Especially Loki."

As soon as Tyr finished speaking, he reached out and took the [Scepter] from No. 22's hand. He disappeared from the spot in a flash and went to find a god who was good at healing for Sif.

Seeing this, Lin Qiye breathed a sigh of relief...

No matter what the process is, the first step in Asgard has been taken.

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The content of the fourth volume is coming to an end. I still owe you a lot of chapters. From today on, I will continue to add chapters~

In addition to the chapters that are owed, Sanjiu will continue to add chapters depending on the situation of the main story. I hope everyone will try not to keep reading~