Old days in the box

Chapter 459: Such an operation, even Cao Cao would have to admit defeat
The gray door opened like a terrifying mouth towards Lady Venom and Odin. They walked straight into it, and the candlelight illuminated the dim room.

Although this place still retains traces of a bedroom, most of the decorations and furniture have long since changed beyond recognition, turning into smoking pinholes and huge glass cylinders; sticky symbiotes are entrenched on the top of the ceiling of the room, hanging down to weave intricate webs, surrounding this place like a spider cave.

It's simply a hell.

Mrs. Venom led the way, gently sliding the luxurious garment off her shoulders.

The dark symbiote spread from her back, ordering the symbiotes in the room to open the disgusting net and reveal the prey trapped inside.

The wife of the King of Gods, Queen Frigga, was in the center of the net.

In the Norse mythology, Queen Frigg was born in the image of a mother and a wife. She is the goddess in charge of family and marriage. She possesses power second only to her husband Odin and is the only god in the realm of gods besides Odin who is qualified to sit on the supreme throne.

But at this moment, the queen was locked in the luxurious bed, without any freedom.

"Frigga, my dear wife, I have come to visit you."

Odin put down the Spear of Eternity, walked through the silk screen and slowly walked towards the big bed where the Queen of Heaven was locked.

The graceful goddess was lying on the bed at this moment, with her hands tied tightly to the head of the bed by the tentacles of the symbiote, unable to move.

As soon as he heard Odin's voice, he began to tremble in panic like a frightened doe, his eyes wide open and gazing in the direction of the gate, his whole body trying to shrink back.

The once noble and flawless queen was now so shabby that she was almost unrecognizable.

The symbiote blessed by the "royal power" tied his body tightly, and his once bright hair and pupils no longer had luster; that kind of gentle temperament and noble composure had disappeared from his face, replaced by endless fear and loss of consciousness, as if he had suffered a huge fright and was extremely dazed.

The skirt woven of gold thread was still on Him, but the fabric had been torn off in large areas, revealing His mature and attractive body.

At the end of His purple and gold skirt were patches of old blood, extending all the way to His legs and ankles, staining most of the bed red.

"I can't... anymore..." He shrank himself to the edge of the bed, looked at the man in front of him in horror, shook his head, and said something inaudible.

But He was not alone here. Behind the filthy big bed, more eyes opened and figures stood up.

The newborns of the God-King, the carefully crafted offspring of Odin.

Three children, about seven or eight years old, slowly crawled out from the shadows. Their bodies were charred black as if they had been burned, with bright red cracks like molten lava. Their eyes were glowing blood red, as if they were little monsters born from the ashes.

"Father..." These little monsters opened their mouths and let out hoarse growls, trying hard to piece together two scattered words.

Odin smiled and opened his arms to express his joy to them. Behind him, Lady Venom came closer and continued to report to him:
"The quality of this batch of newborns far exceeds that of all previous batches. The growth cycle is shortened by about three quarters, and all numerical values ​​have reached the level of adult Kryptonian soldiers, and this is without providing any additional divine power."

"Very good, give me Thor." Odin said to her with a silent sneer.

The dark symbiote slid off Mrs. Venom's shoulders, untied the heavy restraints and handed the unconscious God of Thunder to the God-King.

He grabbed Thor by the badly damaged tie of his armor and threw him into the middle of the dim room.

"My children, this is your gift, come and enjoy it." Odin stretched out his hand to one of the little monsters and said temptingly.

The three children all showed a wary and puzzled expression. They walked forward and sniffed the unconscious god, then looked at their father.

They all retain their animal-like nature and intelligence and seem unable to respond to such complex commands.

"Eat, Gabriel." Odin suddenly realized the problem, so he changed to a more concise and clear word and ordered one of the children.

"eat?"

The child who was given the name "Gabriel" tilted his head, and suddenly pounced on it like a hound, starting to bite and eat it savagely and violently.

The armor and runes of the God of Thunder were easily torn into pieces like tofu, and the body of the god inside was bitten into a bloody mess. Thor woke up from his coma with a scream, but was unable to move because of the child's terrifying strength. His body was soon torn into several pieces, turning into a human feast with golden blood splattered everywhere.

The other two children looked at their brother enjoying this horrific feast alone, and their expressions gradually became hungry. They lay on the ground like wild beasts, touching their nails impatiently.

But they didn't dare to go forward to share the food because their brothers had become different.

As the divine body ate, Thor's divine bloodline was being rapidly absorbed and integrated by Gabriel, further alienating the already complex genetic structure in its body and evolving it into something even more powerful.

It was a natural monster, born from the powerful bloodline of the God King Odin, and then was born after a long, complex and cruel genetic adjustment by the mother of the "Mother" power. It was born with a primitive desire for divine bloodline. Now that it has tasted the power of God, it is like a great white shark smelling blood, and it can no longer extricate itself.

The divine power quickly regenerated and reshaped itself within its body, repeating over and over again. Its charred and cracked body gradually grew stronger and taller, as if it had grown decades in an instant.

The armor belonging to the God of Thunder automatically reshaped itself on its body, twisting into blood-red spikes embedded in its flesh and blood, covering its entire body. All the power that originally belonged to Thor was now taken away and reborn by it. The bloodlines of the two finally reached a twisted balance and became one.

It - he wiped the golden blood from his mouth, looked up from the feast, and happened to meet Odin's eyes -

He discovered that it was no longer some kind of low-intelligence monster, but the reincarnation of the strongest warrior of the Aesir, the true offspring of him, the God King of the Cross.

“My Father, I have received the gift.” Gabriel bowed his head and knelt before Him, and the words he spoke became clearer.

This is what He wants, an offspring that truly belongs to Him.

Not those Norse gods, not the illegitimate children of his predecessor Odin, but the children of his Cross God King, Sam Wells, the true son of God!

Gabriel, whose body was covered with blood-red spikes and ash armor, stood up. Behind him, the other two little monsters also crawled over, all facing their father.

"This is the gift I bestow upon you, the gift that flows in your blood. Those old sons who bear my surname are no longer loyal to me. They are shameful traitors. And you, my own children, will replace them and become the new gods in the sky."

Odin picked up Mjolnir that had fallen to the ground. This famous hammer of Thor was now splattered with blood and had turned a bloody color.

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He handed the bloody hammer to Gabriel, and the distorted divine power instantly contaminated the artifact, and countless spikes grew on its hammer head, turning it into an executioner's hammer axe.

"Close your eyes and feel it. You will find that this is not difficult - because you are all connected by the same blood, and your instinct will tell you what to do."

The remaining two little monsters raised their heads and howled like wild wolves, completely activating the hunting instinct flowing in their bodies.

Odin was right. Like other sons of Odin, they shared the same bloodline of the God King. And they were born with the instinct to hunt their blood relatives. That was an instinct that Madam Venom had successfully engraved in their genes through three generations of test subjects, and they could not disobey it.

The god of war Tyr, the guardian Heimdall, in just a moment, the two closest sons of Odin were already locked onto by their sensors and became their respective target prey.

They will hunt them, eat them, and eventually become them.

"Go, Michael, Raphael, my children. Life is a grand hunt. If you don't become a hunter, you will become the prey. Use your success to prove to me that you are not weak prey, but the children I am most proud of."

The other two little monsters, named "Michael" and "Raphael", growled impatiently and surrounded Gabriel like starving wolf cubs.

Gabriel raised the bloody hammer in his hand and swore to his father in a wild voice:
"Don't worry, Father. We will never fail."

The large net woven by the symbiotes around them made rustling sounds, and soon a hole leading to the outside of the palace opened.

Gabriel, along with Michael and Raphael, quickly disappeared into the cave entrance and left the dim room.

Everything is going smoothly as planned. The replacement of the Sons of God has begun. All those so-called Sons of Odin left by his predecessor, who are hated by Him, will be replaced one by one and become his own children who are loyal only to Him.

That is why He gave them the names of angels. Since He calls Himself the King of the Cross, His children should naturally be angels high in the heavens.

"You did a good job, you can leave here now." Odin turned and faced Queen Frigga, the only one left in the room.

"I wish you happiness, my Lord."

Madam Venom glanced at the horrified Frigga and replied with a smile.

She slowly retreated like a ghost, and at the same time ordered the symbiotes here to patch up the hole and restore this place to an unbreakable forbidden space, leaving only Odin and Frigga.

Now that this generation of offspring products has been successful, it is imperative to continue mass production.

Odin, the king of gods, left so many bloodlines in this world. Only three heirs are not enough to replace them all. Odin needs more, more of his own children, more wolves who are loyal only to him.

"My queen, we will have more joyful times to spend together in the future." He smiled and slowly walked to the big bed where Frigga was imprisoned.

"I can't... anymore..."

The queen could only continue to shrink herself towards the edge of the bed, repeating the same words over and over, as if she had lost her mind.

(End of this chapter)