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Chapter 347 Go home, go home, child!

"The timing is perfect!"

Lynn looked at the physical eye in the sky, and Odin, as expected, couldn't resist anymore.

While they were in a standoff, the Moral Lord was not idle. After obtaining some seemingly insignificant information from Lynn, he quickly discovered traces of Odin in the sacred mountain.

Odin was already injured, and if he wanted to escape alive from the Moral God and the Heavenly Court, he had no choice but to resort to this last measure.

In the original work.

Odin tampered with the sacred river in Asgard, the only source of drinking water, and the Norse gods were constantly eroded and polluted over the centuries.

It only takes the slightest trigger to explode!

Taking advantage of the chaos in Asgard, Odin's chances of escaping increased.

Now, as the fleshy ball slowly opened its pupils, a muffled and eerie sound, like a sigh from the deepest hell, echoed in the sky above the divine realm.

Countless crimson scum, like apocalyptic meteors, fell from the pupils and crashed onto the land of Asgard.

The moment the grime touched them, a strange change occurred.

The bodies of those Norse gods expanded rapidly like balloons.

Her skin was stretched to the thinness of a cicada's wing, revealing a terrifying bluish-white color, as if it would completely rupture at any moment.

boom!

A muffled thud drew everyone's attention, and there on the chest of the God of War, Tyr, was a huge fleshy tumor.

A crack suddenly tore open from the center of the tumor, making a teeth-grinding hissing sound.

Countless scarlet worms, like a surging tide, wriggled wildly out of the crack.

Countless tiny insects scurried about, and wherever they went, the soil they touched quickly rotted, as if injected with a deadly poison.

Tyr let out a painful roar, trying to drive away the insects, but to no avail. He could only watch helplessly as he was swallowed up by this bizarre disaster.

The same applies to most of the other Norse gods.

"Ahhhh...!"

Thor roared in agony, clearly feeling the strange and terrifying changes taking place in his body, as if countless evil hands were wantonly manipulating his body.

In a state of panic.

Without hesitation, he activated the Law of Thunder, and his body was instantly crackling with electricity, like a small lightning sun.

Thick bolts of lightning, like raging dragons, struck his body, attempting to dispel the strange, worm-like grime clinging to his flesh.

However, apart from the pungent smell of burning quickly spreading, nothing went as he wished.

The grime seemed to possess a kind of resilience beyond reason, clinging firmly to his body even as the thunder raged.

"We are a family..."

"Come back...come back to the family...come home...come home, children..."

A nightmarish murmur resounded simultaneously in the minds of all the Norse gods.

"Go home~~ Go home~~"

Like a tidal wave, wave after wave assaulted their reason.

Thor's eyes gradually became unfocused, and his rationality was slowly dissipating under the onslaught of these eerie ramblings.

"Hold!"

Finally, Thor could no longer endure the torment that consumed his soul and body.

His body surged with lightning, transforming into a blinding bolt of lightning as he recklessly charged towards the outside of the underworld.

At this moment, all he could think about was escaping.

As for the lives and deaths of the other gods, he had no time to care and no desire to concern himself with them.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

But it's a pity.

Under the terrifying contamination of Cthulhu, Thor's flight path became chaotic and disordered, like a headless fly blindly struggling in the despairing void.

Falling straight down like a meteor, then rising again crookedly, each sway like a life helplessly convulsing before its doom.

Nevertheless, his will to survive was as firm as steel, and he continued to flee regardless of everything.

boom!

With a dull thud, Thor plummeted to the ground once more.

This time, it seemed there was a huge trap hidden beneath the ground, and he fell into it without any warning.

"Sol...?"

Beneath the broken layers of earth, a dark and cramped dungeon, like a lurking beast, quietly appeared before Thor's eyes.

The dungeon was filled with the stench of decay and despair, and countless chains crisscrossed, tightly binding a human-shaped ball of flesh.

"Sif!?"

Even though this place is isolated from the gaze of the crimson eye in the sky, Cthulhu's corruption, like an all-pervasive poisonous fog, still relentlessly erodes everything.

Within the ball of flesh, Sif raised her head to look at Thor, and with the last shred of reason she had left, she managed to squeeze out a faint sound from between her lips.

"Sol...save me...I feel so bad..."

"What's inside my head... Ah... No! No!"

She suddenly screamed uncontrollably, her body writhing wildly under the chains, as if she were suffering some indescribable and terrifying torture.

Seeing his beloved wife in such a terrible state, Saul's sanity completely collapsed at that moment.

"The origin, the origin of Asgard!"

A burning light of hope suddenly shone in Thor's eyes.

"I can use this to break through to the highest level! Yes! The Supreme God!"

His eyes became frantic and determined, as if he had seen the only way to save Asgard and Sif.

"If I become the supreme god, I can save all of Asgard!"

Thor kept shouting in his heart, and the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Sif, wait for me!"

Thor let out a roar that echoed throughout the dungeon, and transformed into lightning, rushing towards a certain place.

the other side.

Lynn watched quietly as the Norse gods were corrupted by Cthulhu.

He drew the Divine Calamity from his waist with a backhand motion. The black gold blade gleamed with a cold and eerie luster in the reflection of the falling flesh and grime.

Like a lurking black dragon, ready to devour anyone it chooses at any moment.

"We swore an oath by the very origin of Heaven to only kill those associated with Cthulhu..."

Lynn smiled, but before he could finish speaking, his eyes flashed and he saw a familiar golden figure rush past like a gust of wind.

Sun Wukong raised his golden cudgel high, its blade gleaming with golden light like a small sun, and charged toward the Norse gods.

Previously, due to the oath made by the Heavenly Court, the Great Sage was forced to defend himself. The feeling of being stifled was like the anger trapped in the headband, burning brighter and brighter.

Upon hearing Lynn's words, he, who had been unable to contain himself any longer, erupted instantly.

"I, Old Sun, have been holding back for a long time!"

A demonic roar, as loud as thunder, echoed as the golden cudgel, carrying an overwhelming force, slammed down upon the corrupted Norse gods…

"Come on, let's recite!"

Lynn smiled and turned to look at Jinian, who was already wiping the Star Destroyer Cannon.

"There's another big treasure waiting for us..."

Changes occurred suddenly.

An invisible yet immense force suddenly rushed towards him.

Lynn's body was instantly shattered and exploded, and his crimson blood splattered on the ground like ink.

In memory of: (?Д?|||)!

"Sijiu, you're not dead, are you?"

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