The disaster horn [Gallar] is originally a "supreme" artifact of Asgard. They know very well what it means once it is blown.

“Stop her!!!”

Several Norse gods roared and rushed towards Si Xiaonan who was holding [Gallar] like crazy.

Si Xiaonan gently patted Fenrir on the head, and the latter immediately rushed out, carrying a terrifying and murderous aura, to block these Nordic gods for Si Xiaonan.

Si Xiaonan put the horn to his lips and took a deep breath...

Buzz buzz buzz——!!!

A low horn sound like the sound of a drum hammer came out melodiously from the horn, and a circular sound wave exploded from Si Xiaonan's body!

The smoke and rubble in the sky were shattered by the sound of the horn. The air wave made the Norse gods who were fighting with Fenrir, the Daxia gods nearby, and the ceilings retreat several steps at the same time. The air wave swept across the earth like a tsunami, extending infinitely to the end of the horizon!

If someone were to stand at a very high altitude and look down at this moment, they would see a ring of sound waves rapidly spreading, enveloping all of Asgard in the blink of an eye.

Not only that, this sound wave is still spreading outward, to the "human circle", the underworld, the kingdom of giants, the kingdom of dwarves... At this moment, every land of the Norse gods can clearly hear the low and sobbing sound of the horn!

"You actually blew the [Gallar]?!"

The god of war Tyr, who was slashed all over by Zhou Ping, looked very upset. "Are you crazy? God knows what effect this thing will have. Aren't you afraid that this disaster will also involve you?"

Zhou Ping held the sword, looked into his eyes calmly, and chuckled.

"How do you know... that we are not part of this disaster?"

The God of War Tyr frowned, as if he wanted to say something, but his only remaining shoulder was torn into pieces by the sword, and blood shattered and splashed all over the sky.

The severe pain made Tyr's face twist wildly. He stared at the sky above his head. A sharp sword carrying a terrifying sword intent pierced through his skull like a meteorite. The dense sword light rolled, instantly turning his body into a blood mist!

The long sword flew out from the blood mist and fell back into Zhou Ping's palm. He glanced at the god of war Tyr who was wiped out by the sword law, turned around and rushed towards the other Norse gods around him.

…

"Heart Scenery".

Lin Qiye, who was drinking tea in the carriage, suddenly raised his head and looked out the window at the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

"Did you hear any sound?" Lin Qiye asked with a frown.

"I heard it." Cao Yuan nodded and said uncertainly, "It seems to be... the sound of a horn?"

"It's [Gallar]." An Qingyu said confidently.

"They sounded the clarion call of disaster."

"The sound of this horn can actually penetrate the Master's 'mindscape' and reach our ears directly." Baili Pangpang said with emotion, "It is indeed a good treasure."

"Has it finally come to this?"

Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, "I don't know what kind of disaster will be brought about after [Gallar] is activated?"

…

On top of the sacred mountain.

Temple of the God King.

"...Are you willing to follow me and rebuild a real Asgard?"

Odin's low voice echoed in the empty hall. Thor stood at the bottom of the stairs, a puzzled look on his face.

"The real Asgard?" Thor stretched out his hand and pointed to the vast land of the Kingdom of God outside the palace. "Father, isn't Asgard right here? Why do we need to rebuild it?"

"It's fake." Odin shook his head slightly, "Asgard, you, me, Sif... everything here is fake.

Not only Asgard, but also the Great Summer Palace, the Egyptian Sun City, the Indian Temple of the Gods... everything in this world is artificially fictionalized, and we don't exist at all!

Only by breaking the barriers of this world can we go to the other side and rebuild a real kingdom of God there, a real Asgard!"

Odin's voice became louder and louder, and as he spoke, countless red bugs in his eye sockets squirmed wildly, looking weird and hideous.

This scene made Thor couldn't help but frown.

"You're crazy, father." Thor took a deep breath and said solemnly, "You've gone completely crazy by being with those lunatics from Cthulhu!"

Odin paused, and disappointment appeared in his eyes.

"So… you're rejecting me, Thor?"

Thor clenched his fists, remained silent for a moment, and shook his head firmly:

"Father, I will not give Asgard to you again...I will not let you destroy it."

Odin stood on the remains of the throne, looking at him quietly. After a long moment, he closed his eyes with a complicated expression...

Buzz——!!

At this moment, a heavy horn sound came from afar, echoing clearly in this towering Palace of the God King.

Hearing this voice, Thor's face changed and he turned back to look outside the door.

"Gallar?"

Behind him, Sif's face was also extremely pale. She murmured to herself: "A disaster... is about to befall Asgard?"

The sound of the disaster horn made Odin slowly open his eyes. His scarlet insect eyes stared at the clouds outside the palace gate and the distance, sneering:

"Fate... Haha, all of this has been calculated long ago..."

Odin took a step forward and slowly walked down the steps, passing in front of Thor and Sif, and finally stood in front of the palace gate overlooking Asgard.

Thor stared at him silently, with a look of struggle in his eyes.

After a moment, he made up his mind. He clenched his right hand holding Thor's hammer, and thick flashes of lightning leaped around his body!

Thunder rumbles and divine power surges!

Thor stood in a deep blue forest of lightning, his bright red cloak fluttering in the wind. He spoke in a cold voice:

“Father, you better leave… If you dare to attack Asgard, I will not sit idly by.

After all, now...

I am the God King of the Nordic countries!"

Odin looked down at Asgard below him, ignoring Thor who was eager to fight behind him. His torn robe swayed slightly, and he spoke calmly:

"Thor...how long has it been since the mist fell?"

Thor frowned and said hesitantly: "More than a hundred years?"

"More than a hundred years..." Odin paused, turned his head, and looked at Thor meaningfully with his eyes crawling with countless scarlet worms.

“Who do you think has been in charge of Asgard in the past hundred years?

Hundred years... Do you really think that I will not hold back at all?"

The moment Odin finished speaking, a strange scarlet light slowly emerged from the clouds above the sacred mountain...