Chapter 322: Real. Odin's appearance (Part 2)

Wearing a white dress turned up, Odin stood on a high hill and looked down at the scene that looked like a slaughterhouse, making a throwing gesture. In an instant, Odin's beauty was like a rising sun. Everyone on the battlefield, whether they were running on the mountain, flying in the sky, or drilling underground, looked in her direction at the same time and were confused by her.

"Even if you are reincarnated, this light will be deeply engraved in your souls. Die obediently! The night light of the annihilation of the gods!"

In an instant, Yggdril was enveloped by this light. All the darkness in the world could not stop the power of this light, and in the center, this aurora spear turned everything into nothingness, everything...

"Hmm-ah~ It's so beautifully arranged, it meets my strict requirements for beauty. I can't not tidy up the stage before the next batch of actors arrive... Oops, I accidentally said Slud's lines!" As

the dazzling light gradually faded, Odin was the only one standing quietly on the bare hillside with his hands open at the foot of the sacred mountain Valhalla. There was only black and yellow land for several kilometers around, and the vegetation and the warriors who had just stood on this land were gone, and even the goddess she had just summoned disappeared without a trace. The real return to nothingness, Gunniel's new move can return all living things to their origin. The powerful leave quickly, just like day turns to night, the aurora just now quietly disappears, leaving only such a slightly bleak scenery.

"Okay, when will the next batch of pests use what kind of voice to make me happy? Ah~ Just thinking about it can make my chest beat faster with joy!"

Odin raised his head and looked at Richard's face in the distant theater: "Hehe, still there, hum, come on, come on! Come quickly! You little souls, let me love you well!"

Odin's figure gradually disappeared, and everyone in the theater frowned.

"Lord Richard, Odin's strength is truly..." Primathis stood behind Richard. In the face of such powerful strength, any plan would be useless.

"How many self-destructing clay men do we have left?" Primathis

replied immediately, "More than 1,300."