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"I just want to meet my end as a warrior... Even if I die, it will not affect the future you have chosen."

"...Each of us must learn to sacrifice."

Odin's trembling suddenly stopped. He looked at Heimdall, his voice was low and cold.

"The greatness of Asgard is always based on sacrifice. We must learn to dedicate everything...just for the survival and future of Asgard!"

Odin never cares about others calling him despicable and cruel, or calling him hypocritical and crazy, because Odin knows in his heart that everything he does is right!

But correctness and justice are never equated, and the principles and relationships of all things are not simple mathematical problems.

"So what did you sacrifice? Did you let the Asgardians sacrifice everything just to make Thor the supreme king?"

Heimdall couldn't hold back the surging emotions in his heart, clenched his fists and roared loudly

"Everything," Odin whispered.

"I sacrificed everything I cherished, and Thor would sacrifice everything he loved. Only among the ashes of pain and death, and only under countless sacrifices, can Asgard be reborn from the ashes."

"I chose Thor, never because of my preference or because Thor is my son. I chose him... just because he is the best!"

Heimdall opened his mouth slightly. He wanted to refute something, but he still chose silence.

No one can beat Odin on the issue of justification. The one-eyed father of the gods sacrificed his eyes for wisdom, making him always the right one.

In front of the Immortal Palace, Sylvie, who was covered in blood, led a group of remaining Asgardian soldiers to fight and retreat.

Despair filled everyone's heart, and the only courage left was because standing behind them were the few remaining civilians in Asgard.

It can be said that the warriors who are still standing here are not afraid of death, but they are more afraid that their own death is meaningless.

The howling demons once again concentrated on attacking, and the remaining warriors of the fairy palace held weapons to hand over to them.

The battle front is being pushed forward bit by bit.

Endless demons consume the lives of these Asgardian warriors. So what if the brave Asgardians can fight one against a hundred? They cannot be reborn, and the demons are endless!

Sylvie's hands were numb, she bit her lips, and stared straight ahead with her crystal-like eyes.

She can escape.

Everyone here may not have this ability, but she can, she can escape from this place.

Sylvie, who has been hunted by the Time Management Bureau for thousands of years and experienced countless worlds, has strong escape experience.

Her illusion magic is far more powerful and skilled than Loki in this world. Maybe she is not very good at frontal combat, but if she wants to escape, no one here can leave her.

Sylvie opened her mouth slightly, like a drowning fish, she experienced a powerful ideological struggle in her heart——

Finally, she took out two sharp magic daggers.

She has escaped enough, from childhood to now, escaping from one world to another. She is tired of this endless escape life.

This time, she wanted to stay and face all these problems head on.

It wasn't for Asgard. From beginning to end, Sylvie never regarded this Golden Palace as her home. But there are other things that she is willing to fight for without retreating.

Thor is clumsy but loves her, Loki is cunning but never hurts her, and Frigga is gentle... Even if it is just for these three people, she is not willing to escape.

"For Asgard!!!"

Sylvie roared angrily. Wrapped in a golden body-hugging armor, she was like a female war goddess, roaring and about to charge into the enemy group.

The fairy palace is collapsing, the Asgardians are about to perish in this Ragnarok, and the Asgardians' spirit will flow with this courage to the end of time! ! !

"For Asgard!!!"

A huge roar resounded throughout the sky, and the next moment, a golden figure rushed out of the collapsed golden palace.

He rides an eight-legged Pegasus, wears golden armor, and holds a spear that looks like lightning.

At that moment, almost everyone thought he was Odin, the father of the gods in Asgard, the backbone of them all.

When she threw Gungnir at the crowd of demons, lightning struck the ground and destroyed millions of demons.

All Asgardians cheered in excitement! ! !

"Praise to the Father of the Gods! Praise to Odin! Praise to Asgard!!!!"

It is difficult for young Asgardians who have not experienced all this to understand Odin's status in the hearts of Asgardians. He may be cruel, cold, and authoritarian, but he is definitely the backbone of the Asgardians.

He is absolutely powerful. If the father of the gods had not fallen, then the Golden Palace would not have collapsed.

But when the figure riding the eight-legged Pegasus landed, it shocked almost everyone's jaws.

The person who destroyed an entire demon army with that blow was not Odin at all—it was Queen Frigga!

The always gentle mother of the gods tore off her luxurious dress, put on a hard shield, put down the flowers she served, and took up the spear of lightning.

She is closer to the image of a god of war than anyone else now!

"Protect those who are unable to fight, warriors of Asgard!"

Frigga raised Gungnir high, dazzling thunder sounded in the sky, and Frigga's voice that changed from the usual gentleness to become colder also resounded to every corner of the battlefield.

"Our great warriors launched a surprise attack on the center of the devil for the survival of the universe, and you who are left behind are also great warriors! Fight for the innocent, and fight for those worthy of protection!"

Frigga's words were not very inspiring, but coming from the Queen's mouth, they seemed to possess some indescribable magic power, stirring up layers of cheers.

The morale of the Asgardian warriors was on the verge of collapse, but now their morale has reached its peak again!

The next moment, the huge Fel Hammer battleship lowered its gloomy green clouds, and a huge scarlet demon was projected in the sky, overlooking Asgard.

His playful and malicious jibes spread throughout Asgard, and his vicious whispers of sweetness reached everyone's ears.

"Asgardians, great warriors of Asgard, in the name of the Archon of the Burning Legion, I recognize your bravery!"

"But the continuation of the war is not a happy thing for either of us. In this case, I think we should probably have another option."

"Devil!!! You must pay for your atrocities!!!"

Frigga pointed Gungnir at Kil'jaeden's huge projection and said sternly

"Yes, yes, but if we continue to fight? You must be the ones suffering more."

Kil'jaeden spread his hands and looked at Frigga with eyes full of malice and amusement.

Although this woman is so powerful, even the fraudsters feel scared. But Kil'jaeden was not afraid of her.

Because he saw everything in Frigga's emotions, strong but trembling, brave but painful, determined but hesitant.

Changeable thinking is the most vulnerable place for a creature to be defeated. Emotions are a changeable and terrible thing.

"The Burning Legion can take more losses, but we can definitely burn your little world to the ground before your expeditionary force returns."

"You keep saying that you are great warriors, claiming that you are brave men who protect the civilians, but under our offensive, everything you swore to protect will be burned down, and everything you cherish will become yesterday's ruins."

Kil'jaeden's whispers reached the ears of every Asgardian, evoking the deepest pain in their souls and memories.

"But we don't actually need to start a war, do we?" Kil'jaeden continued his sweet talk.

"Our war can end here. I don't ask for much. All I want is..."

"A, small answer."

244. The Rune King is born!

"...You want to get the coordinates of the World Tree?"

Frigga was silent for a moment, then raised her head, her graceful face under the golden mask was filled with boundless coldness.

"Absolutely impossible, demon! We will never hand over the sacred World Tree to beasts like you for blasphemy!"

Frigga responded decisively

"Hehehe, think about it carefully, great queen. Doesn't it matter even if your city and people are reduced to ashes?"

Kil'jaeden's whispers wormed their way into their hearts like vipers.

"You worship the World Tree so much, but it seems to only bring you pain..."

"He brought you endless ice and snow, and brought you the poison of withering the land. Can't your world survive without that tree? No, you can survive..."

"You can't let go, just because you need it, or a few of you need the power of that tree..."

Kil'jaeden's seduction was straightforward and pure, but it got to the heart of the matter.

The power and grandeur of Asgard is built on the World Tree, but this gift is limited to a very small number of people.

The vast majority of Asgardians have never enjoyed the gifts of the World Tree. They cannot master the runes, cannot activate the divine blood in their bodies, and cannot gain strength and immortality from the full power of the World Tree.

Most of them are just 'mortals' under the rule of the Asa gods.

Asgard, gods and ordinary Asgardians are naturally two classes. Chaos never broke out among them, simply because everything had been suppressed.

But now, Kil'jaeden put this issue nakedly in front of them all.

Is it to protect the vast majority of Asgardians and hand over the secrets of the World Tree?

Or do you insist on protecting the World Tree in order to preserve the 'great power' of a small number of gods?

If Odin were standing here, he would definitely refute Kil'jaeden's bewitchment sternly, and firmly not hand over the secrets of the World Tree.

The Father of the Gods is by no means a character who would be weak and retreat and give the initiative to others.

But here is Frigga, this is the Queen of Gods, and here stands Frigga who is loved by everyone.

Kil'jaeden was well aware of the weaknesses of a 'loving mother', and his seductions and conspiracies were mainly aimed at Frigga.

There was great silence.

Countless eyes looked at Frigga with ardent expectations and pleadings, even those brave and fearless Asgardian soldiers.

If there is no choice, who is willing to accept death?

Determined morale is often just due to the despair of a last-ditch battle. And if they have one more choice, their decisive courage will plummet.

Frigga was silent for a long time, then she raised her head and said in a low voice

"Give me a reason to trust you, devil!"

Kil'jaeden laughed happily, knowing he had won. He raised his hand, and in an instant all the surrounding demons retreated, even walking back into the portal.

"I can go to the World Tree with you alone, and I can put my life in your hands..."

Along with the transmission of arcane runes, the scarlet deceiver came to the Queen of Heaven, squatted down his huge figure, and said in a seductive voice.

"I can entrust my life to you, Queen Frigga..."

"Come, share your supreme secret with me."

…

Loki's role in Asgard is that of the God of Mischief.

This is a priesthood that can be said to be extremely mocking, just like the Asgardians' view of the Loki collective.

A child who will never grow up is just a kid who can play pranks and tricks.

Loki once felt extremely angry and humiliated because of such 'humiliation', but in fact, this was Odin's 'favor' to him

Because it is impossible for Loki to have a priesthood.

He is a hybrid descendant of the Frost Giants. Although some of the blood of the Earth Mother may flow in his body, most of it is the blood of the ancient god Ymir.

He inherited the blood power of the Frost Giants, and such power was obviously impossible to be compatible with the Asgardian runes and blood-activated divine power.

But Odin gave Loki a 'deception' rune, and used his supreme wisdom to carve the rune deep into Loki's soul.

Thus, Loki became the god of mischief.

This priesthood with 'fraud, mischief, and illusion' may not be powerful, but it can make Loki believe that he is a real Asgardian.

It may be difficult to judge whether Odin's deceptive behavior is correct or not, but Loki does rely on this to make himself more and more like an Asgardian.

The runes affected his bloodline, allowing the small part of the Earth Mother Goddess's bloodline power to overwhelm Ymir's blood.

So after such Loki gained enough 'growth', he had the opportunity to obtain his true priesthood.

So, the result is Loki, the God of Story

This is a priesthood with unimaginable strength. Rather than the power obtained by Loki through the runes, it is better to say that he is so powerful because he spies on and obtains a higher level of power.

This kind of Loki can make himself an outsider in all "stories", turn falsehood into truth, turn truth into fiction, and look at everything from an almost narrative perspective.

Loki in this world saw himself in another world. Even though he was incomplete now, he had reached a height that was unimaginable to him.

The cunning Loki learned the knowledge taught by his other cunning self.