Saint Seiya Evil Skull

"No, absolutely not!" Odin stood up suddenly. His tall and mighty figure exuded a powerful aura, and his voice was as loud as a bell. "I want to send you to the lower world, but not to kill those two powerful people who possess the eighth sense of Alaya. My goal is to have you lead the Nordic Asgard to unify the human world, so that the glory of our Aesir will shine upon the entire earth!"

Hearing this, Hodr's face showed a hint of hesitation. Just as he was about to say something, Odin rudely interrupted him, "Don't mention those Olympian Protoss anymore! Over the years, they've been constantly at odds with each other, and fratricide has occurred frequently. Especially that despicable sneak attack. Although they inflicted heavy damage on our side, they also paid a heavy price themselves.

A while ago, I clearly felt that Hades's inner universe had completely dissipated. He must have been killed by someone. Coupled with the long-sealed Poseidon, the power of the Olympian Protoss has been greatly weakened.

When Odin said this, a cunning and fierce look flashed in his eyes: "When you go to Asgard this time, the first thing you have to do is to win over the hearts of the people and consolidate your foundation. Then test the development of the situation and respond flexibly. If you encounter difficulties that are difficult to overcome, do everything you can to exhaust the power of the two strong men in Asgard who master the eighth sense Alaya-vijnana! Remember, you must do whatever it takes to achieve your goal, and don't let down the father's expectations of you!" At this moment, Odin finally revealed his ferocious fangs hidden deep inside.

"Okay, Father God, I'll go right away!" Hodel responded respectfully, then turned around without hesitation and left quickly with firm and powerful steps. His tall and upright figure gradually disappeared in the distance, like an arrow shot from a bow, rushing towards an unknown journey with mission and determination.

After Hodr left, Odin stood quietly, his eyes, deep as the abyss, filled with endless wisdom and power, staring in the direction Hodr had gone. After a long moment, he slightly withdrew his gaze, but a thoughtful expression still hung on his face.

Odin lowered his head slightly and murmured softly, his voice so low that only he could hear it. "I didn't expect you to recover so quickly. It seems my previous assessment of you was a bit conservative!" As the words fell, Odin slowly closed his eyes and fell into deep thought. The air around him seemed to freeze, and only Odin's soft breathing echoed in the silence.

After carefully arranging Hodr's mission, the God King Odin slowly fell into a long sleep again as usual.

At this time, the Dark God Hodr was completely unaware of the impending challenge. His heart, blinded by power and desire, had no time to care about the life and death of the Asgardian God Warriors. In his eyes, these so-called God Warriors were nothing more than a group of tools that could be sacrificed and consumed at will.

Yet, despite this, the presence of two individuals still made him feel a faint sense of unease—two powerful individuals possessing the eighth sense, the Alaya-vijnana. Their immense power did cause him some concern, but Hodel remained undeterred. After all, with his own strength, though still at the peak of his eighth sense, the Alaya-vijnana, and the combat experience accumulated over tens of thousands of years, he believed he was more than capable of dealing with these two fledglings.

Unfortunately, the arrogant Hodr could never have imagined that within the Norse Asgard, there lay hidden such an elusive variable as Albelici. Had he known of Albelici's existence beforehand, he might not have been so blindly confident and might have been frightened into hiding.

But Odin failed to detect Albelis' presence, and naturally could not warn Hodel. Thus, due to the information asymmetry between the two sides, a huge trap was waiting for the ambitious Hodel to step into it step by step...

How could Hodr, revered by the world as the God of Darkness, be expected to have a heart filled with light? You know, there are always names that are called wrong, but there is absolutely no such thing as a wrong title.

It is obvious that Hodr is not a good person, but an out-and-out ambitious man. His dream is to unify the world and defeat his almighty father Odin, so as to ascend the throne of Asgard and become the sole ruler of this country.

Hodr keenly sensed the subtle change in Odin's expression when he declared that he would fully recover in a thousand years. As Odin's only surviving son, he understood his thoughts all too well. If he successfully completed his mission, he would not be rewarded with a generous reward. Instead, he would be met with ruthless suppression and containment, intent on disrupting his recovery and making a comeback impossible.

However, Hodr would not sit idly by and wait for his fate. His journey to Northern Europe was precisely to escape Odin's ever-present gaze and secretly cultivate his own trusted forces. He desperately hoped to find an opportunity to recover his strength and strike a sudden and fatal blow against Odin.

As to who will be the winner in the end, everything is still unknown, and only time can reveal the answer.

Just as Hodr was about to embark on his journey to the Nordic Asgard, Alberich, far away in Asgard, had already prepared for the situation and urgently summoned the scattered God Warriors. Furthermore, even his three adult and prestigious sons—Oskar, Miller, and Heimdall—were summoned to participate in this crucial meeting.

As time went by, the God Warriors arrived at the venue one after another. When they saw the three majestic princes, they all bowed respectfully and then took their seats.

However, for Alberich himself, standing nearby, the situation was quite different. Those God Warriors with whom he had a relatively good relationship gave him a mere nod, a greeting at best. But those with a long history of hostility, like Jagufried, the Sidmund brothers, and Hagen, made no secret of their distaste for him. They simply snorted in disdain and turned their heads away, never once looking at him again.

Facing these three men, like the stinking, hard stones of a latrine, Arubelisi was furious. He cursed inwardly, "What ignorant bastards! How dare they treat me so disrespectfully in front of my son? Do they really think I'm easy to bully? If I weren't so preoccupied with important matters, I would definitely teach them a lesson and show them my true colors!"

"Arubelisi, what's the matter that you gathered us here in such a hurry?" Sidmund, who had traveled all the way from Lulea to meet with his good friend, asked impatiently and went straight to the point.

Arubelisi said solemnly with a serious face, "Everyone, have you ever noticed that mysterious power of observation?"

Hearing this, Sidmund's face was filled with suspicion. He responded in confusion, "What visit? I know nothing about it!" He then quickly turned around and glanced at the others present. Most of them looked bewildered, clearly clueless about this so-called visit.

However, at this moment, Sidmund suddenly noticed that the two most powerful men besides Albelisi—Miimei and Jegufri—both had serious expressions on their faces, as if they were pondering something extremely important. Could it be that...

"Actually, I did feel a strange feeling of being spied on before, but no matter how I searched, I could not determine where the other party came from!" Jegufried said with a solemn expression and a heavy tone.

Immediately afterwards, Mi Yimei beside her also nodded slightly, expressing her agreement: "Yes, I think so too!"

"I... I also sense an incredibly familiar aura! It feels... like the divine spirit I once communicated with!" Albelisi muttered to himself in astonishment, his heart pounding with anxiety. Even more astonishing was that Balder, who hadn't yet reached the eighth sense, the Alaya-vijnana, had also keenly sensed this mysterious and familiar presence.

At this moment, with the appearance of three extremely powerful God Warriors including Jegufried, the remaining God Warriors, who were already in a panic, instantly exploded and began to whisper and discuss among themselves.