Asgard.

The other side.

The scarlet insect mountain in the distance collapsed with a loud bang. Odin, his robe torn, stood in a pool of blood, his brows slightly frowned.

"Thor..." He sensed that Thor's breath disappeared, and his face became a little gloomy.

In his plan, Thor should have broken through the "Supreme" barrier with the help of the origin of Asgard at this moment, and under the pollution of the [Black Goat], he became the only Supreme Thunder God in the world who completely lost his mind.

But now, his plans were disrupted.

Someone killed Thor and stole the origin of Asgard...

"It seems that your plot will not succeed...Odin."

In front of him, Verdandi was holding a broken gun, crawling up from the ground in a bloody mess, and laughing weakly.

Odin looked at her coldly, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and his figure instantly broke through the void.

Now Verdanti was covered in wounds and her strength was almost exhausted. She couldn't escape from Odin at all. She pursed her pale lips, raised the last half of the spear, and staggered towards herself!

clang--!

Odin clenched his fist with one hand and smashed half of the gun into pieces, causing half of Verdanti's body to turn into a bloody mist.

With his other hand, he grasped Verdandi's fair neck and lifted her from the ground into the air. He gradually exerted force with his fingertips, and divine power poured into her madly.

"The rat is in the way..."

Odin spoke coldly and exerted force with his palm. The next moment, Verdanti's figure exploded and turned into a blood mist, floating in the ruins.

He glanced in the direction where the insect mountain was collapsing, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

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Mount Kinabalu debris

——Supreme.

This is a word that Bragi, the god of music and poetry, never thought of.

He has always had a very clear understanding of himself... He is just a little god who likes to play the piano and recite poetry. He can't fight and has no ambition. His greatest wish is to live quietly in the garden with his lover. "Supreme" is something he can never touch and doesn't want to touch in his entire life.

And now, he is about to break through to the "Supreme" and become a powerful god at the same level as the God King Odin?

Odin betrayed, Thor is dead... Bragi, who ascended to the "Supreme", is undoubtedly the new God King of the Norse Kingdom!

But at this moment, not only was there no joy in his heart, but his eyes were dim and dead.

"I don't want to be the 'Supreme'..." Braki held his head with both hands, wearing a blood-red robe, and squatted in the ruins in pain.

With his red eyes, he stared at the dark golden Holy Grail on the ground and muttered to himself:

"I just want her back..."

Boom——!

One end of the golden hoop fell on the devastated land, making a dull sound.

Sun Wukong frowned and looked at Braki, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke in a deep voice:

"Whether it's the Lord God or the 'Supreme', if you don't care, then why bother?!

Don't you want to revive your wife? Isn't the offering from the Holy Grail enough?

Then go and kill him!

If one Thor is not enough, kill three, five, ten!

There are so many main gods in the world, you can kill them as sacrifices. If killing all the main gods is not enough, you can go and kill the 'Supreme'!

Isn't this more useful than just crying here?!"

Hearing what Sun Wukong said, Braki was stunned.

"Sacrifice..."

Braki muttered to himself as he stood up from the ruins, a glimmer of light appearing in his confused eyes.

He stood on the wreckage of the sacred mountain, his eyes slowly sweeping across the devastated Asgard below. Faintly, painful roars and roars could be heard from every corner of this world.

Those were the Nordic gods who had completely lost consciousness after being contaminated by the ashes and became tools of the gods of the Cthulhu system...

That is the Norse myth stained in blood.

The essence of Asgard in the palm of his hand seemed to melt and disappear into Braki's flesh and blood. The pillar of divine light that soared into the sky gradually dissipated.

An invisible air wave exploded from Bragi's body, instantly sweeping across every corner of the Nordic land!

A terrifying feeling of oppression from divine power suddenly descended.

Driven by the origin of Asgard, Braki has completely crossed that threshold and entered the "Supreme" realm of God!

"Asgard..." Braki looked at the unrecognizable Asgard in front of him and slowly closed his eyes. Wisps of phantom light emanated from his body, as if echoing with the origin of Asgard in his body.

After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes with an extremely complicated expression.

"...I understand." He muttered to himself.

Bragi put the Holy Grail aside and took the harp from behind. The bloody rain fell on his body, and his blood-colored robe fluttered without wind.

"Braki, what do you want to do?" Lin Qiye asked.

"...Purge Asgard."

Braki spoke slowly, "The pollution from the ashes has wiped out the consciousness of almost all the Norse gods in this kingdom. Now they are just a group of gods being manipulated... When this pollution begins to corrode the origin and laws of Asgard through their godhood, the Norse mythology will completely cease to exist.

I helped the Origin to purge these polluted Nordic gods, and their divine power became my sacrifice to resurrect Iden... This deal is a good deal."

"You want to kill all the Norse gods?" Lin Qiye frowned slightly. "Asgard is so big, can you kill them all?"

The Nordic Kingdom of Gods not only includes Asgard in the center, but also the surrounding Giant Kingdom, Dwarf Kingdom and the Underworld. In those places, there are still a large number of polluted Nordic gods. Even for the "Supreme", it would be extremely difficult to kill them one by one.

"...Yes, and only I can do this."

Braki stretched out his hand and pointed at his body. A phantom light lingered around his fingertips.

"Through the Asgard Origin, I can locate the location of each Norse god and send them some signals through their connection with the Origin...

For example, sound.”

Blood rain slid down Braki's cheeks. He looked down at the vast kingdom of God below him, and gently plucked a string of the harp with his fingertips.

Braki slowly closed his eyes, and a deep voice sounded in the rain:

"This... will be the final chapter of the Norse mythology, the Fall of the Gods."