Old days in the box

Chapter 455: New Gods Are Always Baptized with the Blood of Old Gods
"It seems that this is the limit of what the power of conspiracy can see." Zhou Xiao looked at the screen that returned to darkness without showing too much disappointment.

Ever since the new heavenly principles took hold in the universe, the authority of all gods that derived their power from the old heavenly principles has been almost completely weakened.

Loki himself is not a god who prefers combat. It is too much to ask for him to watch from the sidelines of a battle of such magnitude between Odin and Thor without being discovered.

In the midst of the snowstorm, there were at least six powers fighting each other. The power of "trickery" alone could only go so far.

But this is enough for Zhou Xiao.

Whether Thor dies or escapes, it will not affect the current situation. The most important thing is that the attitude of the gods is clear. Although they have noticed something wrong, no one dares to openly oppose the King of Gods.

Such a divine realm will probably be devoured by Odin soon, and they don't have much time left.

Zhou Xiao immediately switched the screen, following the trail of the goddess of fertility from the Kingdom of Giants back to the Kingdom of Elves.

On the other side, in that huge snowstorm, the battle did not last too long.

In the sky filled with thunder, thousands of heroic warriors rose from the ground and rushed into the valley like a golden army.

The Valkyries rode their own Pegasus, flying into the sky on the wind, snow and lightning. The white horses with outstretched wings were fully armed and wearing golden harnesses, spitting out silk fragments of lightning among the clouds.

The Golden Army of Valhalla were once trained by Odin to fight against Ragnarok, but now they turned their guns against Odin himself.

The devilish Knights of Apocalypse all lit up with a surging fighting spirit, with a gleam of desire in their eyes for a good slaughter.

But they all took a step back at the same time, with no intention of intervening in the battle.

This was a battle for their lord. After a humiliating retreat, the Cross God King Odin was obviously full of anger with nowhere to vent, and what was before him was a good fight.

In the sky that was stretched to infinity due to conceptual pollution, Odin and Thor fought to the death.

Different from the God of Thunder who has pure divinity, Odin is the biggest monster in the sky. He is a mixture of Nordic and Christian elements, the divine realm and heaven. He gathers the faith of thousands of people and constantly transforms into a new look.

He transformed into a huge shadow behind the clouds, and the Eternal Spear in his hand turned into a meteor across the sky, rushing towards the ground where the golden warriors were;

Thor swung Mjolnir, the hammer of the god of thunder, out with great force. The lightning intercepted the trajectory of the meteor and emitted amazing flashes of light from the wind and snow, as if a magnificent mural was imprinted in the sky by the instantaneous lightning.

The battle between the new gods and the old gods is about to break out.

Roaring lightning continued to explode above the clouds, emitting a momentary flash of light and then quickly extinguishing.

Every time the lightning flashed, it was the moment when they collided with each other. The lightning imprinted their fighting figures on the clouds, erupting an unprecedented divine storm, violently interfering with the surrounding reality.

The valley was razed to the ground almost in an instant, and those super mountains taller than giants were not spared. If they were not in this infinite space that cut off reality, the aftermath of their battle alone would have been enough to cut through hundreds of thousands of kilometers of land.

A terrifying sound came from the clouds, and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse looked up at the same time. A single wave of lightning was rapidly falling to the earth, striking the ground and forming a charred pit mixed with golden blood and broken armor. The one who was shot down was Thor, the God of Thunder. Although he was confident and led thousands of troops, he was clearly the first to fall.

He stumbled to his feet from the charred ground, and Mjolnir followed closely behind him and fell to the ground with a deafening clang; his body was covered with horrifying blood holes, and the iron armor that had been neatly worn became shattered, with golden blood flowing from it.

And in front of Him, the Cross God King descended from the sky, his body covered with the blood of the Valkyries and the golden blood of the gods, like a strange life that had just been born from the embryo.

As expected, this war between gods did not last long.

Behind them, a storm rolled up from the clouds and extended to the ground, spewing out the corpses of countless Heroic Warriors and Valkyries, as if it was a crazy weather with blood instead of rain.

The holy cloud that had always surrounded Odin gradually changed from its former pure white color to blood red and gray.

Even Thor and his army in Valhalla are no match for Odin today.

What converges on Odin from the universe is the tyrannical primordial will. He takes this as his root, and as long as he gets a little angry, he will inadvertently slide into endless killing, and gradually become the will that condenses himself.

The fight with powerful enemies activated the power of his faith. The damaged parts of his body were covered with blood-red armor and regenerated. The cross shackles pierced into his back and shoulders, bringing emotions of rage and ecstasy rushing straight to his head. A blood-red halo emerged behind him, and a huge wing-like light curtain stretched out to cover the left and right.

This is the real Odin, the cross god king made of bones and blood.

"I see. Your so-called immortality is just parasitizing the will of mortals... How pathetic!" Thor spat out a mouthful of golden blood and half-knelt on the ground, looking at this indescribable monster.

"Hahahahahaha, on the contrary, this is not parasitism, but the gods feed on mortals." Odin laughed wildly, and countless crooked cross doctrines appeared on his body.

In the brief fight just now, Odin and Thor actually won and lost respectively, and each left terrible scars on the other's body.

After all, Thor is the strongest warrior of the Aesir, holding the two great powers of "thunder" of judgment and the original "power", while Odin has just unlocked the power of faith not long ago. Even if there is a gap between the two sides, they will not be defeated instantly and one-sidedly.

What is truly terrifying is the true nature of the power of faith.

The power of faith is a conceptual rather than a materialized power. Its origin does not exist in reality, and what is manifested in the real world is nothing more than a conceptual projection.

Every time Thor hit His body or left a terrible wound with thunder, the power of faith could always instantly heal the injured part.

This is fundamentally different from traditional healing - the power of faith does not "heal" the wound, but restores the "damaged projection" to its original appearance, just like restoring a typographical document with one click.

Life and death, which are crucial in the real world, are just a wonderful game in the face of the power of faith. Its origin points to the immaterial void, and reality is just a cross-section of its projection.

This is an enemy that is truly invincible, and is also the biggest reason why the Age of Physical Gods must transition to the Age of Conceptual Gods.

(End of this chapter)