Slay the Gods: All the blood of kings must end with the sword!

Braki walks in Asgard.

At this moment, Asgard seemed to have become a hell, with wailing everywhere and gray embers falling from the endless void. Those once familiar faces were now all occupied by scarlet worms, becoming hideous.

Some of them banged their heads against the ground, others moved uncontrollably, their eyes filled with fear.

"Braki, it's really you!"

A figure rushed in front of Bragi, and Bragi subconsciously took a step back and raised the lyre in his hand.

The man's body was covered with huge tumors, as if he was a bloated ball of flesh with a pair of wings.

Braki soon realized something was wrong; the voice was so familiar.

"Wally, it's you!"

Braki's eyes widened, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Vali is one of Bragi's few friends in Asgard. Few people in Asgard look up to him as the god of poetry, but Vali is an exception.

His former friend has now turned into such a monster, which makes him feel mixed emotions.

"Braki," Wally suddenly grabbed Braaki's wrist.

Feeling the strange wriggling sensation on Wally's hand, Braki's hair stood on end. That feeling was dozens of times weirder than if someone put a hairy-legged spider on your hand.

"Braki, please, kill me, I beg you!"

The tumors burst one by one, and pairs of tentacles covered with eyes stretched out from them, dancing irregularly.

Braki was stunned when he saw this scene.

He once again remembered what Lin Xuan had said.

The gods of Asgard had already been planted with insect eggs by Odin, and letting them die peacefully was the best destination for them.

Braki gritted his teeth, raised the piano, and finally put it down.

He couldn't do anything to his friends.

"No, there must be some way, there must be."

He felt so useless. He clearly had power beyond that of ordinary gods, but he couldn't make up his mind. In essence, he was still Braki, who was too kind, to the point of being a waste.

Bragido wished he was Uncle Merlin, because then he might have other ways to save them.

"Braki, kill me!"

Wally began to lose control, and the buzzing of insects began to become the main color of his voice.

Braki forced himself to calm down and plucked the strings.

the other side.

On the ruins of the temple, Yang Jian and Sun Wukong were panting, and around them were the roaring gods.

"Kill me, please kill me!"

"Chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck—"

Yang Jian's expression was serious. "How could these ghost things appear here? Is it because of these ashes?"

"The ashes are just a catalyst,"

Sun Wukong's eyes flashed with fire. "What really turned them into this is the insect eggs in their bodies. They must have been planted a long time ago."

"What should we do now, you dead monkey, do you still have the strength?"

"I can still fight."

Sun Wukong held up his body, and even though he was covered in wounds, he still stood proudly.

All the Asgardian gods, whether alive, seriously injured, or originally dead, crawled up. They gathered together, spread their flesh wings, and looked like a scarlet sea.

They roared and rushed towards the two men, and at this moment, a sword light cut through the sky.

The scarlet "sea" was split into two, and Zhou Ping fell between the two. The sharp sword light could not hide the fatigue in his eyes.

"It hurts, it hurts so much, why, why are you killing me!"

"Kill me, please kill me!"

Cut in half by a sword, the flesh at the broken ends began to wriggle and reconnect, and they crawled up from the ground again and pounced towards Zhou Ping.

Thousands of immortal spirits burst forth, and the surrounding gods were instantly riddled with wounds, but they recovered immediately.

Zhou Ping looked solemn when he saw this scene.

These things are so tenacious.

He had to kill them instantly, otherwise no matter how serious the injuries were, they would recover immediately.

Even in his prime, he couldn't say that he could kill so many gods with one sword, but now, he has no way to retreat.

Either kill or die.

Zhou Ping took a deep breath, his black clothes moved without wind, and all the sword energy in his body was brought back into himself.

He took a deep breath and was about to take action.

"Zheng——"

The sound of a piano broke the solemn atmosphere. The moment the sound of the piano rang out, Zhou Ping felt his mind become more peaceful than ever before.

The gods who were originally rushing towards Zhou Ping were now attracted by the sound of the piano and turned their heads away.

Sun Wukong suddenly looked up and looked in the direction of the sound.

After seeing the man's appearance clearly, Sun Wukong's mouth curled up.

Braki held his lyre and strolled along the broken brick and stone path. On both sides of him were the pure white ruins of the temple.

Fingertips danced on the strings, melodious notes danced around Braki, and an unprecedented tranquility enveloped the hearts of the gods. They calmed down, their expressions still painful, but no longer as manic as before.

They looked at the figure in the center of Asgard, their eyes full of disbelief.

"That's it, Braky!"

"Isn't he missing?"

On the sacred mountain, Odin shot Verdanti away with a spear and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Braki, why is he here?"

He saw that under Bragi's music, the Norse gods gradually calmed down.

When did Braki's music acquire this power?

The doubts Odin had today were the most he had had in the past hundred years.

At this time, Verdanti and Toss were covered in wounds. One of Verdanti's arms hung limply, Toss's chest was sunken, and blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth. In contrast, Odin was still unharmed.

The two did not give up and charged towards Odin again.

Odin glanced at the two of them calmly and said, "Let's stop playing around."

The golden sword light and the silver spear flashed by, but Odin was no longer there.

Verdandi looked around, and Toss raised his eyes and pointed to the distant sky.

"There!"

Looking in the direction that Tos pointed, Odin was standing in the sky, holding the Spear of Eternity.

Below him was a lake, the lake that connected Asgard to the human circle.

He grabbed the white robe with one hand and pulled it hard.

The robe was lifted up, and underneath it, there was a big hole in Odin's chest, with his beating heart exposed.

Above the heart, there are countless tightly closed tiny eyes.

At this moment, all eyes opened at the same time. They were pairs of pupils without pupils, and gray occupied the entire eyeball.

My heart was beating wildly and my eyes began to roll around erratically.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Although there was no sound, all the gods contaminated by Cthulhu heard the strange agitation.

The gods, who had originally calmed down under Bragi's piano music, suddenly rioted.

The sound of the heartbeat was like a catalyst, and the tumor began to grow rapidly on their body surface.

Their pupils began to dilate, and their eyes gradually turned gray. They opened their mouths and made painful insect-like sounds.

Odin looked towards the direction of the Elves' Kingdom.

"Purified?... Fortunately, I have prepared a backup plan. This time, the entire Asgard will become my bargaining chip. I will eventually reach the real world."

He opened his hand, and in his palm were two branches.

One is green, the other is rotten.

The moment the branches appeared, Odin's arm quickly rotted, but was then repaired by the worms.

"Go."

Two branches flew out of his hands and flew towards the center of the lake.