Marvel With Zanpakuto

"Ah~~~"

Fenrir yawned, opened his eyes lazily, looked sleepy, and stretched his body comfortably.

In the dream just now, it seemed that it had become stronger, stepped on Aizen, punched Ulquiorra, and returned all the torture it had suffered to those two bastards.

The scene in the dream makes it lingering.

He was even a little reluctant to end it so quickly. He had also prepared hundreds of tortures for Aizen to try one by one.

"Are you awake?"

A familiar voice floated into Fenrir's ears.

Uh-huh!

Fenrir suddenly trembled and woke up immediately. He turned around and saw Lord's half-smiling expression. His hair stood on end, and a chill spread from his tail to his Tianling Gai.

It...actually fell asleep!

!

Lord had personally warned him before to watch over him to the best of his ability, but he just fell asleep like this? !

It's over now!

Absolutely dead!

"I'm sorry, Master!"

Fenrir made a sliding shovel and came to Lord's feet, almost burying his head in the ground, cold sweat dripping down his face: "I didn't fall asleep on purpose, just now... I don't know if I did." What's going on? I suddenly fell asleep. Master, you can punish me as much as you want, but don't tell Aizen-sama!"

joke......

If Aizen knew about this, he would chop it into minced meat and take it to Kilian.

"Okay, it's not your fault."

Lord touched Fenrir's head, but he didn't blame him too much. After all, this matter had nothing to do with him: "Get up, I'll ask you a few questions, you answer me honestly, and this matter will be over. ”

"Yes, thank you Master. Your kindness and tolerance are like the great world tree, nourishing every citizen. No matter what you want to ask, your humble servant Fenrir will do his best to tell you the answer. ." Fenrir breathed a sigh of relief and flattered him.

"Do you know Ulder?" Lord asked.

"Of course we know each other. Wuld is the eldest sister of the three goddesses of destiny. The prophecy of Ragnarok was originally spread by them."

Fenrir seemed to be familiar with it, and continued: "But few people have seen them. Except for the kings of gods in the past, the three goddesses of destiny never show up in front of outsiders. Even I have never seen them. They are a group of god-like people. , a lot of people hate them."

Well...he agreed with that.

It’s hard not to be annoying to a group of people who talk nonsense all day long and it’s their destiny to talk or shut up.

"Then do you know the poem of fate?" Lord asked again.

However, after hearing the "Poetry of Destiny", a flash of anger flashed in Fenrir's eyes, without any concealment, showing deep hatred and resentment: "Master, I dare to ask, where did you learn about it? From Poem of Destiny?”

Judging from this reaction, it seems that there is something hidden.

Lord rubbed his chin, shook off the withered yellow leaves in his hand, and said, "While you were sleeping, Wuld appeared and said that he would give me a poem of destiny on behalf of Orlaug."

He had no intention of hiding this matter.

Reading this poem of destiny made his brain ache, and he had no idea what it was talking about.

Since Fenrir knows the inside story, he can show it to him, and maybe he can analyze some predictions about the poem of destiny.

On the withered yellow leaves, lines of dark golden writing are faintly visible, exuding a certain charm, like an elusive fate.

Fenrir, who I have met once before, can recognize it at a glance. It is the "Poetry of Destiny"!

"Sure enough...it's a poem of fate!"

Fenrir was shaken all over, a look of horror appeared on the wolf's face, and his childish eyes trembled slightly: "Master... you may... be in trouble!"

"How to say?"

Hearing this, Lord frowned.

"If it's just a prediction of fate, it usually only has one sentence or a few simple words."

Fenrir suppressed his shock and explained: "But the poem of fate is different. It indicates the future direction. It combines multiple fates and ultimately leads to a certain result."

"You may not know that since the birth of Fate, only one poem of fate has been written."

"That's...Ragnarok!"

"It symbolizes the end of the gods, a series of huge disasters, a losing war, and an inescapable fate."

"Huh, it doesn't seem to be that accurate."

After hearing this, Lord chuckled, shook his head, and said: "The Twilight of the Gods is not destiny, it's just a few old immortals who want to steal the origin of the World Tree."

It seems that the so-called goddess of fate is nothing more than an illusion.

"No, Master, you are wrong."

Fenrir shook his head and said seriously: "No matter what the reason is, no matter how powerful the external force intervenes, Ragnarok cannot be stopped. It cannot be controlled by some people. If you think about it carefully, if it can really be controlled , that fate...is it still fate?"

Lord was startled.

It seems to be true.

In other words, with the ability of the three ancestors, can they really control Ragnarok?

"I don't know who you are talking about, who can control Ragnarok, but...have you ever seen anyone who has stopped Ragnarok?" Fenrir asked.

"No...no."

Lord's heart was heavy.

Stop Ragnarok?

Even the Rune King Thunder God couldn't completely stop Ragnarok, he just used a different method to circumvent it cleverly.

The Rune King Thor has stolen the origin of the world and has become one of the five founding gods, second only to the Tribunal of Life!

How could the Twilight of the Gods, which even she could not stop, be controlled by the Third Ancestor?

"Master, what matters in destiny is not the process, but the final result."

Fenrir said solemnly: "Just like me, before Asgard was destroyed, I was immortal, because the cause of Ragnarok was me. Without me, there would be no Ragnarok. This is the power of destiny.”

"what do you mean......"

After Lord was silent for a while, his tone became slightly solemn and he said: "The content of the poem of destiny cannot be changed?"

Facing Lord's eyes, Fenrir suddenly felt his hair standing on end, as if some kind of terror was coming. He lowered his head and said tremblingly: "Under normal circumstances, fate The poetry...is absolutely unchangeable."

Lord was silent.

"But...but!"

Fenrir was extremely frightened, because Lord's eyes seemed to be getting more and more terrifying, and he hurriedly said: "Master, you are such a powerful being, you can definitely change your destiny by reading the book, and the Poem of Destiny has only appeared twice. , maybe it won’t be allowed this time!”

Lord ignored it.

Picking up the withered yellow leaf, the lines of dark golden writing came into his eyes again.

He seemed to have vaguely guessed what the prophecies in two paragraphs were referring to.

The ‘messenger in black’, if you guessed correctly, should refer to Nyarlathotep.

"Two identical white flowers" should be a reference to him and Karl, who are the fusion of twin flowers.

And the sacred tree...

It should be referring to the source of everything, the supreme divinity - the "Twin Holy Trees" that triggered the war in heaven and was fought over by God and the outer gods.

"Slowly withering and withering..."

Lord talked to himself, reciting one of the prophecies, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "What this sentence means is that we...will all die?"

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