Chapter 503 Nephew, why are you doing this?
After a brief silence, Lorne asked calmly:
"Didn't you say that we should take it back to Turin City and hand it over to the Dwarf King for disposal?"
Frey stepped forward and answered proudly:
"The cause of the dragon disease has not yet been determined. Who knows if sending this beast back will cause any trouble? Getting rid of it first will be a responsibility to everyone..."
"Bang!"
Before he could finish his words, the God of Fertility flew backwards like a cannonball, smashing the blood-stained prison cart behind him to pieces.
In the thick smoke and dust, Frey got up from the ground in a panic and looked angrily at his sister who had kicked him away:
"Freya, are you crazy?!"
"I only asked you to be in charge of escorting the person. When did I allow you to make a decision in private?"
Freya's voice was cold and her beautiful face was covered with frost.
Feeling the sudden drop in temperature around him, Frey shivered involuntarily. The fear of his sister in his heart was suddenly awakened, and he couldn't help but remain silent.
Freya stepped forward and dragged Frey away from the ground, then turned back and said to Lorne in a deep voice:
"This happened because I was not thoughtful enough. Once I have investigated the whole story, I will give you an explanation."
Lorne nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Bragi, Tyr, and Heimdall, and asked:
"You did it?"
Although Frey was the supervisor of the escort team, he was good at using bows and arrows and was clean. However, the three Aesir gods at the scene were surrounded by blood and had weapons with blood stains in their hands. They were obviously more direct executioners.
At this moment, hearing Lorn's tone that sounded like he was interrogating a prisoner, the leader, Braki, came to his senses and became furious:
"So what! We just killed a dragon. Do we need to ask your permission? People of the Midgard, watch your tone!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Heimdall, who was standing on the side, suddenly changed his expression and thrust the guardian sword in his hand into the ground.
"boom!"
The next moment, a fist wrapped in golden flames smashed into the rainbow light band formed by the Guardian Sword, emitting a dazzling aurora.
The shock of a landslide and tsunami came from the front. Heimdall, who was as strong as a hill, shook his body. The ground beneath his feet sank dozens of meters as if hit by a meteorite, forming a huge conical pit, with billowing smoke and dust rising from it.
"Since you don't want to say, I have to ask in my own way." Lorne shook his fist and pondered calmly.
The damned people in the courtyard actually dared to take action? !
When Braki saw this scene, he was shocked and angry. He immediately used his fingers as a pen and his blood as ink to quickly draw a series of runes in front of him and shot them forward.
However, those divine patterns that were powerful enough to split mountains and break peaks only splashed a streak of sparks when they hit Loen, and then went out, without being able to stop the opponent's advance at all.
Seeing that the figure was about to break through Heimdall's protective rainbow and continue to reach out to grab his brother Bragi, the God of War Tyr could no longer hold back.
“Stop!”
With a loud shout, Tyr swept the long sword made of Uru sacred steel forward in his hand, and the sharp arc of light was divided into seven parts and slashed towards Loen's wrists, chest, throat and other vital points.
As the god of war of the Aesir, Tyr himself is a master who is proficient in combat skills. Therefore, when he makes a move, he always uses the tactic of attacking the enemy while saving himself, trying to make the opponent retreat.
But he clearly overestimated himself and underestimated his opponent.
Golden flames ignited from Loen's body, forming a terrifying heat that caused the space to twist and vibrate, instantly melting the sword light inspired by Tyr.
This guy is so strong!
Tyr and Heimdall looked at each other, feeling that something was wrong, and no longer caring about holding back, they attacked together.
Colorful rainbows and golden-red light patterns weaved into a continuous wall of sword blades, pressing towards the figure ahead.
At the same time, Braki, who had reacted, also moved his mouth quickly and chanted the divine words at a high speed:
"The World Tree is the root of all things. Where I stand is my territory—【】,【】,【】!"
Driven by the runes, trees with sacred properties such as oak, birch, and yew sprouted from the ground, and countless luminous branches pierced towards the rune in the center like spears.
Facing the joint attack of the three Aesir gods, the expression on Loen's face remained as calm as before. He slowly raised his hand forward and clenched his five fingers tightly.
“Puff! Puff! Puff!”
Along with a strong sense of space compression, the rainbow, sword light, and woods disappeared like bubbles in the sun. The three Aesir gods were struck by lightning, and they vomited golden blood at the same time and flew backwards.
The fight between the two sides seemed complicated, but the process happened in a flash.
The light elves, Ciri, Galadriel and other onlookers with weaker perception saw the earth sinking and flames shooting up into the sky before they could react. The three arrogant Aesir gods collapsed to the ground, completely without the strength to resist.
The strong sense of disharmony and shock made everyone's brain freeze. They looked blankly at the unrecognizable scene and Lorne, the only one still standing on the field.
And Loen did not give the three Aesir gods too much time to breathe, and continued to reach out to grab the neck of the god of poetry, Braki.
Seeing that his brother was about to fall into the hands of outsiders, Heimdall gritted his gold teeth, decisively inserted the sword of protection into the ground, and turned it vigorously.
“Buzz!”
In an instant, a rainbow beam of light composed of water vapor, flames, dust, and magic power fell from the sky, covering Bragi, Heimdall, and Tyr, and forcing Lorne to retreat.
As the light faded, hundreds of fully armed Asgardian guards stood in battle formation. A one-eyed old man wearing a horned helmet, golden armor, and holding a spear that looked like a dead branch, stood in front of the formation riding a divine white Pegasus, looking down at everyone.
Seeing that iconic image, the onlookers at the scene were shocked.
Odin!
The God-King of Asir actually came down in person, the people of Midgard are finished!
Ciri, Rose, Galadriel and the others' faces changed drastically. They subconsciously reached for their weapons and moved closer to Lorne.
At the same time, the god of poetry, Bragi, who thought he had the whole situation under control, rushed forward excitedly and shouted:
"Father God, you have come at the perfect time! This man from the Middle Court dared to attack us, you must take him down and let him know the consequences of disobeying the gods!"
"It was you who killed the dwarf king's son first. I am only here to seek justice."
Lorne stood up and corrected helplessly.
Odin looked forward in the direction of the sound, his eyelids twitched involuntarily, and he murmured in a low voice:
“Kneel down!”
"I'm afraid that won't work." Lorne smiled and shook his head.
"That's right! But kneeling down is too easy for him!" Hearing the other party's refusal, the god of poetry Braki was almost crazy with joy, and suggested viciously, "Deal with this kind of person, we must punish him severely!"
Lorne nodded and asked, "How about one leg?"
"Dream on!" Braki grinned. "I'll at least break both of your legs and make you kneel down and repent!"
Odin sighed and raised the Spear of Eternity in his hand.
“Crack!”
With a soft crisp sound, Braki, who was standing in front of the formation and making an impassioned speech, suddenly lowered his body and fell to the ground.
He lowered his head in astonishment, looking at his two thighs that were bent like a twist and the white bones that pierced his flesh. He was stunned for a long while before he felt the piercing pain and couldn't help but howl in agony.
"Shut up!"
A cold voice was heard, and Bragi saw his father Odin's terrifyingly gloomy eyes, and he suddenly became silent, swallowing the scream that was squeezed in his throat.
Then, without even looking at his son Bragi lying on the ground, Odin jumped off his horse, opened his arms and gave a big hug to the figure in front of him in front of everyone's shocked eyes:
"Loki, my dear friend, my brother, welcome back!"
(End of this chapter)
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