Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 280: Long-lost Secret Infiltration

Loki shook his head, as if to say, "I'm an expert, you can't go wrong just by listening to me."

"Thor, you don't understand. Think about it, would our people allow a few slaves to be lazy and do nothing?"

"Of course not, then this is..."

"A little trick similar to hypnosis that made the overseers ignore their existence." Loki smiled brightly.

As for tricks and magic, that's what he's good at.

Indeed, His Majesty the Divine King was right to invite me here.

Thor crossed his legs on the tree, holding his chin with his hand: "So... it's not my turn yet?"

Loki glanced at his old partner and said, "It's indeed not your turn yet."

Whenever the time comes to 'close the gates and release Thor', it means it's time to solve the problem violently.

When Thor was growing up, he didn't have this patience. As he got older and experienced incidents like the hammer being stolen, Thor's temper was tempered. He could not accept all kinds of bad situations, but at least he learned that he had to be patient before he had to take action.

Waiting is indeed boring, but that didn't stop the silly Thor from taking out a bunch of food and eating it non-stop.

Loki was drunk.

If it weren't for his phantom barrier, he would have been exposed long ago.

After finally waiting for the slaves to finish their work and start serving meals, the targets finally made some movement.

The slaves didn't have enough food. Although they did hard labor, the overseers would never let the slaves eat their fill. The problem was that these guys were eating the overseers' food. They went up and took away half of the overseers' meals when they were off duty. The overseers actually ignored this fact.

"Interesting." Loki watched the scene with interest.

It wasn’t that late at night, only about 8 o’clock in the evening.

For most Kinlunga people, this is the beginning of night life. Thanks to Downs's vigorous promotion, most ordinary people can afford candles or even kerosene lamps.

For the Mayans in the slave camp, they would go to bed as soon as it got dark after dinner.

Snoring sounds could be heard from every long house.

The slaves, who had worked hard all day, soon fell asleep, and only those few guys started to move.

They gathered together, skillfully opened a hinged door on the bed, and crawled in.

Loki, who had seen all this through the window, ran back and poked Thor, who had fallen asleep after drinking, and said, "Hey, get to work."

So, two Aesir gods, whose bodies were three or four times as tall as humans, transformed themselves into former Mayan priests through the power of transformation and followed in on tiptoe.

'Everyone' is a slave now. The appearance of slaves who were born as priests and those who were originally slaves is too different and can be recognized at a glance.

Loki took a few steps forward on tiptoe, then gave up and looked at Thor who was following behind him speechlessly: "Can you please walk more lightly?"

Thor is just an extremely rough guy. Normally, when he walks, he makes a "dong dong dong" sound, which makes the earth shake. It's a joke to expect him to sneak in secretly.

"Well, I'll try my best." Thor, who was pretending to be a priest slave, had a subtle embarrassment on his face.

Fortunately, the slaves in the longhouse fell into a deep sleep due to the heavy work during the day, and no one noticed them.

Loki quietly opened the hinged door and led Thor in.

As soon as he entered, Loki felt dazed, as if a slight wave of air was passing by him.

Ordinary people may not be able to feel it, but they can never deceive Loki, who has an extremely high perception.

Thor pinched his nose and asked as quietly as possible: "What is this?"

"You feel it too?"

"Hmm." "Maybe we have entered a space crack, or a different space."

“Isn’t this Jinlunga?”

"Yes and no?"

Thor widened his eyes as big as copper bells and turned to look behind him: the dozen steps he had come down were just hanging alone in the air on a stone road, which was extremely strange.

It was still night, and the buildings before them looked quite unfamiliar to Thor and Loki.

Logically speaking, coming down from the longhouse's large hinged door, this should be underground.

They saw another land.

In the distance was a house the size of a villa, the architectural style of which seemed quite unfamiliar to them.

Weird and bloody.

Outside this strange building complex, one could only see faded vermilion paint and dark red bloodstains intertwined in the night. Even the spider webs hanging from the gaps in the tattered roof were covered with solidified dark brown blood beads.

But the bloodstains are quite old, as if every decayed spot here depicts a horrible and bloody story.

The dim moonlight cast down, and it seemed that on the wooden floor of the building, which was slightly higher than the ground, every crack was filled with dried dark red.

The bloody handprints on the broken paper door kept changing with the moonlight and the angle of vision. A gust of wind blew, and a slight peeling sound was made in the wind.

On the left side of the building there is a dry pool and rockery combination. No one has taken care of it for a long time. The gravel exposed in the pool is covered with dark spots. Next to the pool, the base of the stone lantern is piled with brown crystals.

An old cherry tree was struck by lightning, with faded ropes hanging between its branches and black and red lumps gathered at the knots.

Seeing these strange scenes, if Loki and Thor were not real gods, they might really be scared.

Loki quietly pointed to a place for Thor to see.

Almost all the corridors in the entire building were covered with dust. The only relatively clean corridor also had dried bloodstains, but the bloodstains suddenly stopped at the corner of the corridor, as if they had been wiped out by some force.

At this time, the "bold" Loki made a cool "please" gesture - you have a thick skin, you go first.

Thor rolled his eyes, but he didn't care. Just because they were transformed into human size didn't mean they were defenseless.

The silver armor he was wearing was a top-grade artifact made by the dwarves. Not only was it extremely hard and had an incredibly strong defense, it also had the Runas spell engraved by his father, Downs, himself. It could be said to be something with maximum resistance to all types of attacks, making it directly immune to attacks of the four attributes of wind, water, thunder, and death.

Combined with Thor's giant physique, his body hardness is definitely one of the best among the Aesir.

To be on the safe side, Thor drew out his 'Meowth Hammer'. Of course, under the effect of the illusion, Thor's hammer looked like a scepter commonly used by Mayan priests.

As soon as he entered, Thor realized that he was worrying too much.

Suddenly coming to this strange room from the outer corridor, the sense of spatial travel is very obvious.

There was another quiet room in front of me.

This place looked like a storage room. The wide gaps in the wooden boards overhead were seeping with the smell of blood. Through the gaps, one could see fresh blood-spatter marks on the wall of the room above.

And voices could be heard, with several people walking up and down the stairs, dragging something.

Loki raised his thumb with excitement in his eyes.

Just then, footsteps were heard coming down the stairs.

At this moment, Thor clenched the hammer in his hand.

At this moment, the other party saw Loki and Thor transformed into Mayan priests. Perhaps due to the lack of light, the man was not surprised: "Are you Macha and Hodega from the Aztecs? It just so happens that a new round of priests has begun, and we are short of manpower?"

Loki's eyes lit up and he blurted out in Mayan: "Yes, it's us."

(End of this chapter)