Abyss Dungeon.

“Cough cough cough…”

A member of the Nordic combat unit, wearing black armor, hunched over and moved weakly along the dim corridor.

"Stop." The two Nordic war guards standing at the end of the corridor suddenly spoke.

The weak man slowly stopped.

"Who are you? Which branch are you from?" A guard glanced at the weak man in front of him suspiciously.

"The fourth branch of the Nordic War Department, number 39180." The weak man raised his hand and shook it lightly. The two guards only felt a flash before their eyes, and a black token appeared out of thin air.

They took the token and looked at it carefully. The weak man continued:

"Lord Loki has some questions he wants to ask the prisoners deep in the dungeon, so he sent me here to torture them."

The two guards confirmed that the token was correct and returned it to the weak man, their expressions slightly relaxed:

"Brother, you are so injured, are you still here to question Lord Loki?"

"Wasn't there an Outer God assassin outside last night? He was slightly injured during the encirclement, but it's not a big problem."

The weak man took the token, forced a smile on his face, and continued walking along the dim corridor. This time, the two guards did not stop him, but each took a step back to make way for him.

The weak man walked along the corridor for about ten minutes, passing three checkpoints like this in a row. As he went deeper, the burning torches on both sides gradually turned into a dark green, eerie and strange. The temperature also dropped rapidly, and even white frost formed on the rough stone brick surface under his feet.

"laugh--!"

A heavy gasp came from above the corridor, and the temperature around dropped slightly again.

The weak man raised his head and saw a huge black and purple monster standing on a suspended circular platform like a mountain above the high walls on both sides. A hideous head the size of half a football field poked out of the platform, and its hairs as hard as steel needles swayed rhythmically with the breathing sound like a bellows.

That's a wolf.

The guardian of the abyss, the descendant of Loki, the demon wolf Fenrir.

Although it only poked half of its head out from the platform, its shadow had already covered the entire corridor. Its huge scarlet eyes stared at the weak man, its pupils slightly contracted, as if it was identifying something.

The weak man did not panic when facing such a terrifying giant wolf. He was silent for a moment, and actually reached out his hand and touched the strands of hair that Fenrir had exposed.

Under the dim green firelight, the pale face of the weak man shook slightly and turned into Loki's appearance.

Seeing this scene, Fenrir suddenly raised his head and carefully sniffed the hand that was extended to him. The hostility in his eyes quickly faded away, and he even took the initiative to greet the hand with an expression of great enjoyment.

The weak man stroked the demon wolf Fenrir for a moment, then turned around and continued walking deeper into the dungeon.

Under the dim green firelight, the man's face changed again, returning to his previous pale and weak appearance.

Soon, he arrived in front of a cell with severe guards.

"I want to interrogate him alone. Please step aside for now."

The frail man pointed at the figure imprisoned deep inside the cell, took out a token, and spoke to the Nordic combat team members standing guard around.

"Loki's token?" A guard frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "I have to ask the God of Hell and Lord Vader. This prisoner is a wanted criminal brought back by Lord Thor. Even Lord Loki is not qualified to interrogate him."

Hearing this, the weak man raised his eyebrows.

"You must have read it wrongly. This is Lord Thor's order."

As he spoke, the token in his hand shook and mysteriously turned into a piece of light blue paper with a few lines of words written on it. One could even see a few flashes of lightning moving between the strokes of the pen.

The guard's eyes suddenly became distracted, and he was in a trance for half a second before coming back to his senses. He stared at the paper in confusion for a long time, and nodded at him:

"Okay, hurry up."

He waved his hand lightly, and the Nordic combat team members guarding near the cell quickly withdrew, leaving a quiet area.

The frail man watched them leave. The light blue paper in his hand flashed and turned into an old dark gold women's pocket watch, which he stuffed back into his arms.

"Cough cough cough..." He coughed weakly a few times, opened the cell door with the key, and walked in.

In the dim prison cell, a woman with silver hair stained with blood, her limbs were suspended by iron chains, and tied to four different lightning pillars. A black shackle locked her fair neck and fixed her head. The ferocious fangs were strangely on the iron chain at the end of the shackles, gnawing at the air frantically, like a living thing.

The woman's body was covered in bloodstains. Deep red blood beads flowed down her bare feet and dripped onto the rough stone bricks, forming a pool of blood. Her messy hair was stuck to her cheeks by the dried blood, making it almost impossible to see her face.

The frail man frowned slightly.

He glanced around and saw various hideous torture instruments stained with warm blood. She must have just been tortured.

Almost at the moment he heard the footsteps of the weak man coming in, Ji Nian raised his head slightly, and a beam of eyes fell on him through the messy hair, sneering:

"What? If I can't get what you want, I'm going to increase the punishment?"

The frail man stared at Jijian's scarred body and said bitterly: "It's me..."

He stretched out his hand and wiped his face. The man's appearance disappeared, replaced by a pale face of an ordinary girl.

"Xiao Nan?" Seeing this, Ji Nian was slightly stunned, "Why are you here?"

"I heard that Thor captured the leader of the Upper Evil Society and imprisoned him at the bottom of the Abyss Dungeon, so I came to rescue you immediately." Si Xiaonan smiled, "The demon wolf guarding the top of the dungeon is Loki's offspring. I can easily deceive it by using his God Ruins to make up a 'trick'.

And I’m very familiar with this place.”

When Ji Nian heard this, his eyes gradually softened, "As expected of Xiao Nan... By the way, have you met Lin Qiye?"

"Lin Qiye?" Si Xiaonan was stunned. "No, he is also in Asgard?"

"He came in with me, but he wasn't locked up here, and I don't know what's happening to him now... He changed his identity, so it's normal that you don't know about him." Ji Nian thought for a moment, "But, with his intelligence, he should be able to get away quickly.

By the way, did you receive the things I asked someone to bring you?"

"Got it." Si Xiaonan nodded heavily, "You did it perfectly, without any flaws."

"Hehe, don't you see who I am?" Jin Yi grinned, and soon he started coughing violently as if his wound was hurt.

"Don't move, I will rescue you now!" Seeing this, Si Xiaonan was about to step towards Jinian.

"No, that's not necessary." Ji Nian said immediately, with a serious expression, "Thank you for your kindness, but I can't leave now."