You and me under the world tree

Then start devouring.

The erupting darkness directly covered the burning flames on Surte's body, and then gradually enveloped his half body.

Chaos, filth.

It seems to have everything, and it seems to devour everything.

At this moment, the God of Darkness could no longer see the human form, and he seemed to have been completely defeated by the divine power in his body in despair.

Perhaps, for ordinary people, it is difficult for them to imagine that there is such a thing in the body of a humanoid creature.

But this is the God of Darkness.

In other words, this is the god.

Divine power is the innate power of the gods.

It exists from the moment a god is born.

At the same time, gods are also containers of divine power.

While driving, it should also carry it.

There is no doubt that the gods who rule the world also control the rules of the world.

But even so, some things sound inexplicably abstract.

For example: darkness.

In contrast, the God of Light seems easy to understand.

It makes people feel warm and nourishes all things. The growth is light.

But darkness is different.

Many people have different definitions of darkness.

Maybe it's just pure night, maybe it's something evil.

Because it is the essence of most creatures to love light, they will instinctively hate darkness.

And as it turns out, the creature's aversion to the dark seems to be correct.

It is like the toxin eitr, it seems to die when touched.

Even Odin, the king of the gods, would retreat, and Soult proved his terror with his own performance.

Even he is being slowly eroded.

In an instant, the remaining flames on his body were also swallowed up, and the appearance covered by black flames was chilling.

It's ridiculous to say, but from this point of view, what slows down this devouring speed is still the source of life in the inexhaustible fountain of Hevagmir.

The flesh and blood were mixed with black flames, and Surte just lay down on the ground.

But, perhaps, it was because Soult had lived so long.

As a primitive life form in this world that is no less inferior to Ymir, he has no fear.

At most, that is to feel uncomfortable with one's own 'body of life'.

Because what 'life' brings is never that simple.

It shaped flesh and blood, and it also brought pain.

"Well……"

It may be that he finally felt the pain that other creatures would feel, and Surte couldn't help panting.

However, he didn't lose his composure any more.

On the contrary, as the 'winner', Odin, the king of the gods, was not very happy.

His expression is still solemn, even close to rigidity.

And like this, he slowly came to Surte's side, and looked at the flame giant.

'crash la la'

The cold river of Niflheim still flows, and the sound seems to shake the heart and soul.

"I won." He whispered.

However, that tone was inexplicably complicated.

This is more like a self-affirmation and comfort than the so-called winner's declaration.

"It's over, Soult, I've spent a long time, and I'm finally here again."

As for Odin's words, the seemingly dying flame giant did not give any affirmation.

Although in fact, he seems to have no strength to fight back now.

However, his tone was full of inexplicable calm.

It seems that now, it is not him who is gradually banned and devoured.

"It's all in vain, Odin."

The flame giant said.

He stared at the king of the Asa Protoss, the ruler of the Nine Realms.

"You don't have the courage to take that step after all, because you're still afraid."

"No, I'm not afraid."

"No, you will, because you believe in 'fate', and Asa's rule will be destroyed along with this world."

"I'm not going to let those things happen."

"No, you will, because you believe it will happen."

"Absolutely not."

At this moment, the dialogue between the giant and the god is like two children arguing.

One said yes, one said no.

And because of the lack of words, they couldn't say anything else.

Until the end, Sirte's words broke this weird endless loop.

"If you don't believe it, how do you explain Hoddle's condition?"

"..."

"You know very well that he didn't do anything, that you raised him, but you treat him that way because you believe 'it' exists."

"..."

"Your seat of domination is not secure. God, you have too many enemies. Leaving aside Warner, who is hiding from the world, the giants in Jotunheim alone will make it difficult for you to fight."

"..."

"Before, you relied on Hodur, the new generation of God of War, to frighten them, but what will happen after his death? And if there is another all-out war between the gods and the giants, the dead will eventually return to their original state, and Ymir It will also wake up, and the world tree you are proud of will collapse."

"enough!"

Finally, not knowing if it was because Soult poked some sore spots, Odin couldn't help roaring.

"None of these things will happen. I will crush all dangers to death and deal with them all."

But this time, it was Sirte who was silent.

For a moment, the flame giant didn't even know what kind of attitude he should show.

He probably didn't understand Odin's words.

There was a trace of bewilderment on the face of flesh and blood that gradually became humanized.

"Your behavior is illogical."

he opened his mouth to speak.

"Now I can understand Hoddle a little bit. He is willing to fight for the Protoss. It is pure emotion and will, but he can't understand your behavior."

"..."

"You say 'no' on your lips, seem to want to change, but you still believe in fate. You have realized the existence of 'it' but stop moving forward. You seem to be eliminating hidden dangers for the Protoss, but you only It will sow a deeper curse."

Then Soult's voice faltered.

Because the black flame had already covered most of his face.

After completely eroding the flames, the dark source quality finally began to devour the previously formed flesh and blood.

What the hell is darkness?

This kind of thing has never been an accurate conclusion.

Even now.

It even wraps the source of life, eitr, in it.

"I will return, and he will return, Odin."

There was no anger, no spectacle of rage.

At this moment, Soult just repeated these words in an extremely calm voice.

Maybe it was true for him.

But in the end, the darkness swallowed the flames completely.

Above the Jinlunga Chasm, a mass of black matter rose up, a huge, dull sphere.

-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

Time passed slowly.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the morning of the second day.

But for the kids on the underground train, the passage of time doesn't have a definite sense of reality.

There is no crowing, no light.

For the children lying peacefully on the bed, the only thing that can be confirmed is the very rhythmic sound that lingers in their ears.

'bang bang bang'

'bang bang bang'

Maybe it's the laziness in my heart.

For some reason, the lights on the underground train to Dwarfland were delayed, and that was perfect excuse for kids to be lazy.

These children who were only seven or eight years old stretched comfortably, and then fell asleep again.

The orphanage they used to live in did have a clear timetable, yes.

And according to that schedule, they also develop their own work and rest habits.

But after all, the lights weren't on, right?

Therefore, the entire train was still silent.

After watching this scene, the dwarf princess Lovehead, who stayed up all night, was relieved.

In fact, she felt very tired now after not sleeping all night.

Fortunately, as a wizard who is proficient in magic, her rest time is a little shorter than that of ordinary people.

Because with the help of magic, she can completely relax her brain.

Probably only about three hours, if you have the chance.

Compress the time of light sleep, and quickly enter a completely relaxed deep sleep without being disturbed.

This kind of thing is not difficult for wizards.

But even so, these things are after all.

There are other important things about Lovehead now.

"call."