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"I'm just going to meet my end as a warrior... Even if I die, it won't affect your chosen future."

"...each of us must learn to sacrifice."

Odin's trembling stopped suddenly, he looked at Heimdall, his voice was low and cold

"Asgard's greatness is always based on sacrifice, we must learn to give everything... only for the survival and future of Asgard!"

Odin never cares about others calling him mean and cruel, calling him hypocritical and crazy, because Odin knows in his heart that what he is doing is right!

But correctness and justice are never the same relationship, and the reason and relationship of all things are not simple math problems.

"So what did you sacrifice? Did you make the Asgardians sacrifice everything just to make Thor the supreme king?"

Heimdall couldn't hold back the stirring emotions in his heart, clenched his fists and roared loudly

"Everything," said Odin softly.

"I sacrificed everything I cherished, and Thor will sacrifice everything he loved. Only in the ashes of pain and death, and only under countless sacrifices, can Asgard be reborn from the ashes."

"I choose Thor, never because of my preference or because Thor is my son, I choose him...just because he is the best!"

Heimdall opened his mouth slightly, he wanted to refute something, but he still chose to remain silent.

No one can beat Odin at the point of justification, the one-eyed father of the gods who sacrificed his eyes for wisdom, making him always the right one.

In front of Asgard, Sylvie, covered in blood, fought and retreated with a group of the remaining Asgardian soldiers.

Despair pervades everyone's heart, and the only remaining courage is that standing behind them are the few civilians left in Asgard.

The warriors who are still standing here can be said to be not afraid of death, but it is meaningless for them to be more afraid of their own death.

The howling demons rushed forward again, and the only remaining warriors in Asgard handed over to them with weapons.

The front is being pushed forward little by little.

Inexhaustible demons consume the lives of these Asgardian warriors, even if the brave and fearless Asgardians can defeat a hundred with one? They cannot be reborn, and the demons are endless!

Sylvie's hands were numb, she bit her lip and stared straight ahead with her crystal-like eyes.

She can escape.

Everyone here may not have this ability, but she can, she can escape from this place.

Silvi, who has been hunted down by the Time Administration for thousands of years and has gone through countless worlds, has a strong escape experience.

Her illusion magic is far stronger and more skilled than Loki in this world. Maybe she is not very good at frontal combat, but if she wants to escape, no one can leave her here.

Silvi opened her mouth slightly, like a drowning fish, she experienced a powerful ideological struggle in her heart——

Finally, she pulled out two sharp magic daggers.

She had escaped enough, from one world to another, from her childhood to the present, she was tired of this endless life of escape.

This time, she wanted to stay and face all the problems head on.

Not for Asgard, Sylvie never regarded this Golden Palace as her home from beginning to end. But what she was willing to fight for and not back down was something else.

The clumsy but loving Thor, the cunning but never harming Loki, and the gentle Frigga... Even if it was just for these three people, she was unwilling to escape.

"For Asgard!!!!"

Sylvie roared, and wrapped in golden body armor, she was like a goddess of war, roaring about to rush into the enemy group.

Asgard is collapsing, the Asgardians are about to perish in this Ragnarok, and the spirit of the Asgardians will flow through the end of time with this courage! ! !

"For Asgard!!!!"

A huge roar resounded throughout the sky, and the next moment, a golden figure rushed out of the collapsed Golden Palace

He rode an eight-legged Pegasus, clad in golden armor, and held a spear like lightning.

At that moment, almost everyone thought he was Odin, the father of the gods in Asgard, the backbone of all of them.

When she threw Gungnir at the crowd of demons, lightning struck the earth and destroyed a million demons.

All Asgardians cheered in excitement! ! !

"Praise the Father of the Gods! Praise Odin! Praise Asgard!!!!"

It's hard to understand Odin's place in the hearts of Asgardians as young Asgardians who haven't been through it all. He may be brutal, ruthless, and authoritarian, but he is definitely the backbone of the Asgardians.

He is absolutely powerful. If the father of the gods hadn't fallen, then the Golden Palace would not have collapsed.

But when the figure riding on the eight-legged Pegasus landed, it shocked almost everyone's jaws.

The one who destroyed the entire demon army with that blow was not Odin at all—it was Frigga!

The always gentle mother of the gods tore off her luxurious dress, put on a hard shield, put down the flowers she served, and took the lightning spear.

She is closer to the image of a **** of war than anyone else today!

"Protect those who are powerless to fight, warriors of Asgard!"

Frigga held Gungnir high, the dazzling thunder roared in the sky, and Frigga's voice, which had changed from gentleness to coldness, also resounded in every corner of the battlefield.

"Our great warriors launched a raid on the center of the devil for the survival of the universe, and those of you who stayed are also great warriors! Fight for the innocent, fight for those worthy of protection!"

Frigga's words were not as inspiring as they were, but they came from the Queen's mouth, but they seemed to possess some indescribable magic power, stirring up layers of cheers.

The morale of the Asgard warriors who were on the verge of collapse, has once again reached the peak!

At the next moment, the huge Fel Hammer battleship descended into a terrifying green cloud, and a huge scarlet demon was projected in the air, overlooking Asgard.

His playful and malicious derision spread throughout Asgard, and his malicious sweet whispers reached everyone's ears

"Asgardians, great warriors of Asgard, in the name of the Archon of the Burning Legion, I recognize your bravery!"

"But the continuation of the war is not something to be happy about for either of us. In this case, I think we should probably have another option."

"Demon!!! You must pay for your brutality!!!"

Frigga pointed Gungnir at Kil'jaeden's huge projection and said sharply.

"Yes, but if you continue to fight? It must be you who will suffer more."

Kil'jaeden spread his hands and looked at Frigga with vicious and playful eyes.

Although this woman is so powerful, even the fraudsters feel intimidated. But Kil'jaeden was not afraid of her.

Because he saw everything in Frigga's emotions, strong but trembling, brave but painful, firm but hesitant.

Changeable thinking is where a creature is most easily defeated, and emotions are a changeable and bad thing.

"The Burning Legion can take more damage, but we can definitely burn your little world to pieces before your expedition returns."

"You keep saying that you are great warriors, and that you are brave people who protect civilians, but under our offensive, everything you swore to protect will be burnt, and everything you cherish will become yesterday's bubble."

Kil'jaeden's soft whispers reached the ears of every Asgardian, evoking the deepest pain in their souls and memories

"But we don't really need to go to war, do we?" Kil'jaeden continued his sweet talk.

"Our war can end here, I don't ask for much, all I want is..."

"One, small answer."

244. The Birth of the Rune King!

"...Do you want to get the coordinates of the World Tree?"

Frigga was silent for a moment, then raised her head, her graceful face under the golden visor was filled with boundless icy coldness.

"No way, demon! We will never hand over the sacred world tree to a beast like you to blaspheme!"

Frigga responded decisively

"Hehehehe, think about it carefully, great queen. Even if your city and people are turned into ashes, it doesn't matter?"

Kil'jaeden's whispers burrowed into their hearts like serpents

"You worship the World Tree so much, but it seems to bring you only pain..."

"He brought you endless ice and snow, and brought the poison of the land withering. Can't your world live without that tree? No, you can live..."

"Can't let go, just because you need it, or a few of you need the power of that tree..."

Kil'jaeden's bewitching is straightforward and pure, but it goes to the heart of the matter.

The power and grandeur of Asgard are built on the World Tree, but this gift is limited to a very few people.

Most of the Asgardians have never enjoyed the gift of the World Tree. They couldn't master the runes, couldn't activate the divine blood in their bodies, and couldn't gain power and immortality from the power of the filled World Tree.

Most of them are just 'mortals' under the rule of the Asadian gods.

Asgard, gods and ordinary Asgardians are naturally two classes. Chaos never broke out among them, but because everything had been suppressed.

And now, Kil'jaeden put this question before all of them.

Is it to protect most of the Asgardians and hand over the secrets of the World Tree?

Or insist on protecting the World Tree in order to preserve the "great power" of a small number of gods?

If Odin was standing here, he would definitely refute Kil'jaeden's bewitchment sharply, and firmly wouldn't hand over the secrets of the World Tree.

The Father of the Gods is by no means a character who recedes weakly and gives the initiative to others.

But here is Frigga, this is the Queen of God, and here is Frigga who is loved by everyone.

Kil'jaeden is well aware of the weakness of a 'loving mother', and his bewitchment and conspiracy are mainly aimed at Frigga.

Very silent all around.

Countless eyes looked at Frigga with ardent expectations and pleadings, even those brave and fearless Asgardian soldiers.

Who is willing to accept death if it is not impossible to choose?

Resolute morale is often just because of the desperation of the last stand. And if they have one more choice, their decisive courage will plummet.

Frigga was silent for a long time, she raised her head and said in a low voice

"Give me a reason to believe in you, devil!"

Kil'jaeden let out a pleasant laugh, knowing that he had won. He raised his hand, and all the surrounding demons retreated in an instant, and even walked back to the portal.

"I can go to the World Tree with you alone, and I can put my life in your hands..."

With the transmission of the arcane runes, the scarlet fraudster came to the front of the queen, squatted down on his huge figure, and said in a seductive voice.

"I can entrust my life to you, Queen Frigga..."

"Come on, share the supreme secret with me."

...

Loki's priesthood in Asgard is that of the **** of mischief.

This is a clergy that can be said to be ridiculed, as if the Asgardians thought of the Loki collective.

A kid who never grows up, just a kid who can play tricks.

Loki once felt incomparable anger and shame because of such 'humiliation', but in fact, this was Odin's 'favor' to him

Because it is basically impossible for Loki to have a priesthood.

He is a half-blood descendant of the Frost Giant. Although there may be some blood of the Earth Goddess flowing in his body, it is more the blood of the ancient **** Ymir.

He inherited the bloodline power of the Frost Giant, and such power is obviously impossible to be compatible with the Asgardians' rune and bloodline-activated divine power.

But Odin gave Loki a "fraud" rune, and used his supreme wisdom to engrave the rune in the depths of Loki's soul.

So Loki became the **** of mischief.

This priesthood of "fraud, mischief, illusion" may not be powerful, but it can make Loki believe that he is a real Asgardian.

For Odin's deceitful behavior, it may be difficult to judge whether it is correct or not, but Loki does rely on this to make himself more and more like an Asgardian.

The rune influences his bloodline, allowing the power of that small part of the Earthmother's bloodline to overwhelm Ymir's blood.

So such a Loki, after getting enough 'growth', will have the opportunity to get his true priesthood.

So, the result is Loki, the **** of stories.

This is an unimaginably high priesthood. It is not so much the power that Loki obtained through the rune of runes, it is better that he is so powerful that he has watched and obtained the power of a higher level.

Such a Loki can make himself an outsider in all 'story', turning the false into the true, the true into the false, and looking at everything from an almost narrative perspective.

Loki in this world has seen himself in another world. Even if he is incomplete now, he has reached a height that he could not imagine.

Sly Loki, learned what the other sly self taught.