With tears on his face, Braki stood in the ruins of the sacred mountain, closed his eyes and played the piano.

He opened his lips slightly and recited the words in the letter. Countless voices overlapped together, like an ancient and sad poem.

These poems turned into invisible ripples that spread out, and all the Norse gods related to the origin of Asgard stopped what they were doing and stood still like sculptures. Even the little red bugs wriggling in their bodies seemed to be influenced by the poems and gradually stopped.

In this music and poetry, an unprecedented sadness is washing away the bloody atmosphere of Norse mythology...

Lin Qiye reached out his hand, wiped away the tears that could not be controlled from flowing from the corners of his eyes, and muttered to himself,

"This is... [The Poet of the Sky]?"

Even if Bragi has become the Supreme, it is not an easy task to use music mixed in with the original signal and transmit it to the entire Asgard.

He must combine the sound of the piano with the deepest emotions in his heart to unleash the full power of "The Bard of the Sky". At this moment, the deepest feelings in Braki's heart are longing and sorrow.

clang--!

As Bragi plucked the strings, a shimmering phantom light emerged from his body.

At the same time, the Norse gods standing quietly in every corner of Asgard had cracks in their divinity, and their connection with the origin was rapidly weakening... and along with it, their realm was also weakening.

Under Bragi's control, the Origin drained away the power of faith in their bodies, and the main god level began to fall to the level of a sub-god, and the power of the sub-god began to wither...

In just a few dozen seconds, the power of all the Norse gods dropped significantly!

Then, the sad and mournful piano sound suddenly changed, and a solemn and sharp feeling swept across every corner of Northern Europe!

Braki's tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and those tearful eyes burst out with unprecedented determination and murderous intent!

Ding ding ding——!!

The strings of the harp broke one by one, and the harsh sound was like thunder, echoing under the sky!

There are 48 strings in total. Every time a string breaks, several polluted Norse gods are cut in half, as if an invisible blade is crossing the space, madly plundering their lives.

One, two, three...

Fresh blood spurted out, turning into streaks of red light that shot up into the sky and landed accurately in the dark golden goblet behind Braki.

The wine in the glass keeps rising and shaking, and will soon overflow!

The sound of the piano is like a knife, and the love poem is a sword.

Braki stood in the blood rain, whispering like the god of death, madly harvesting the flesh and lives of the Norse gods!

...thirty-six, thirty-seven...forty-one.

As countless red lights flew in from the end of the horizon, scarlet blood overflowed from the mouth of the Holy Grail, flowing down the wall of the cup, dyeing the entire tall cup bloody!

Suddenly, a blurry figure broke through the void and stood under the dim sky!

"Braki...?" In Odin's eyes, a scarlet bug kept squirming, locking onto Braki, who was wearing a blood-red robe, and spoke in surprise.

"It's you?"

"Father..." Braki's eyes fixed, then he shook his head, "Odin."

Odin's appearance made Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh, who were standing by, look very surprised.

They walked up to Bragi and looked at Odin in the air side by side. His three robes fluttered in the wind, his divine power surged, and he was ready to strike at any time.

"...It shouldn't be yours, Bragi." Odin's eyes were full of disappointment. He sighed and slowly raised his hand, "Give me the origin of Asgard... and the Holy Grail."

"Dream on." Without waiting for Braki to speak, Sun Wukong snorted coldly, his golden eyes bursting with high fighting spirit.

Just as he was about to swing his stick and rush out, a hand lightly landed on his shoulder.

Bragi stared at Odin's figure and said calmly, "Brother Monkey... let me do it."

The God King Odin is recognized by many God kingdoms as the most powerful God in the West. Unless you reach the "Supreme" level, it is impossible for you to be his opponent... Among all the people present, only Bragi is qualified to fight him.

Bragi handed the overflowing [Holy Grail] to Sun Wukong, and his body also broke through the void, and he came in front of Odin in the blink of an eye!

Two completely different divine auras of music and youth rose into the sky. Braki roared, and phantom lights surged from his body. The divine power of the "Supreme" God of the Dual Laws suddenly descended!

Feeling the two laws on Bragi, Odin frowned slightly.

He snorted coldly, and the time and space around him suddenly stopped. Then an invisible field opened up, covering him and Braki!

The next moment, two figures disappeared in the air at the same time.

Looking at the quiet and silent sky above, Lin Qiye was startled, "Where did they go?"

"Odin dragged Bragi into the void." Sun Wukong looked at the overflowing Holy Grail in his hand with a complicated expression. "It seems that he is afraid that Bragi will use the overflowing Holy Grail directly after he finds out that he is no match for him... In this case, even Odin has almost no chance of winning. So he simply moved the battlefield and gave him no chance to touch the Holy Grail."

"But he doesn't know that even if Braki dies in battle... he won't use the Holy Grail on him."

Gilgamesh sighed in his spirit form.

In the devastated ruins, the three of them looked up at the nothingness above their heads, their hearts weighing on their chests.

The battlefield was in the void, and even they had no idea of ​​the battle situation. After all, Braki had just stepped into the "Supreme" realm and was not good at fighting. Facing the legendary Western Supreme God, his chances of winning were extremely low.

"Is there nothing we can do to help?" Gilgamesh turned and asked Sun Wukong.

"Can you tear through the void and enter their battlefield?"

"……no."

"Neither can I." Sun Wukong glanced at the Holy Grail in his palm and paused for a moment. "Now, there is nothing we can do except wait here for the result."

Lin Qiye's expression was extremely solemn. Just as he was about to say something, a golden light flashed across his eyes.

He was stunned, then suddenly turned his head and looked into the distance!

"We are no longer needed..." Lin Qiye's mouth curled up into a smile.

"Reinforcements are coming."

Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh looked into the distance at the same time, and saw a golden stream of light swooping down like a meteorite, and a sacred figure with six wings on its back slowly emerged...