The world-devouring dragon

In the deep-sea palace, there are many gods surrounded by a wide wooden long table. The table, which can seat thousands of people, contains all kinds of rare delicacies that are hard to find in the world, from the sky, from the earth, from the water, from the water, and from the winged ones. Wingless, meaty, non-meaty, all kinds of worldly delicacies are included in this meal.

The gods who were depressed and uncomfortable because of the death of Baldr, the god of light, except Thor who was still fighting the frost giants in the distance, all gathered here under the old sea god Aegir to relieve their unhappiness. The god who had a good relationship with the God of Light, Baldr, had a sad look on his face. Between sighs and sighs, they cursed Loki one after another.

However, the delicious food and lively atmosphere eventually diluted everything, making the originally somewhat downbeat banquet gradually become high-spirited and cheerful.

The God King Odin, who was sitting at the head of the long table, was silently looking at everything in front of him, his deep single eyes filled with all kinds of incomprehensible charms, as if he was thinking about something.

Beside him, the old sea god Egil, as the master, seemed very calm. For him, he would not be too involved in the disputes among the Asaph clan. He had long maintained a neutral attitude between giants and gods. It's clear what the invisible line is.

Although he summoned the gods to come to the banquet, he would not speak too much and just remained silent, neither far nor near.

"Odin, I express my sadness at the passing of Baldr, the God of Light."

Facing Odin beside him, the old sea god Egil said with a somewhat sad expression on his face at the right moment.

Regarding the sadness of the old sea god Egil, Odin's face was noncommittal. After being silent for a long time, he suddenly spoke softly.

"he came."

The God King's voice was so soft that it was even inaudible above the bustling banquet. Only the old sea god Egil who was closest to him could react.

"What? Who are you talking about?"

The old Poseidon frowned and couldn't help but try to ask.

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the palace.

"You can't... no, you can't go in."

Outside the palace, the urgent voices of the two servants of the old sea god Egil, Feimafen and Erdel, were heard inside the palace. The gods looked towards the outside of the palace, but they saw the two servants of the gods eagerly blocking them. Next, a familiar figure continued to walk into the palace.

In an instant, the palace that was originally full of laughter and noise suddenly fell silent. Looking at the visitors outside the palace, the gods were stunned. Only the footsteps of the visitors echoed unhurriedly in the palace.

"When... when... when..."

Against the background of the deep sea water, under the gaze of the gods, the thin Loki walked with a thick smile on his handsome face, smiling as before. Looking at the gods in front of him, he opened his arms. , said with a smile.

"You noble gods, I wonder if you can invite me to such a grand feast."

In front of him, the only thing that responded to him was a pair of gloomy and unkind eyes.

Looking from top to bottom, from left to right, from far to near...everywhere was filled with all kinds of evil and malice, and not a single pair of eyes showed him the slightest kindness.

Loki was already prepared for this and just said with a slight smile.

"I have come from afar, and I am really hungry and thirsty. I wonder if the gods of Asaph can give me a cup of mead to quench my thirst as a traveler."

After saying that, he bowed slightly, and the humility of his gesture was really hard to refuse.

However, a sneering voice sounded immediately during the dinner.

"Oh, the gods also have their own standards for who should be invited to the table. How can anyone participate in this divine banquet?"

When Loki heard the news, he saw Braggi, the god of poetry, sitting somewhere at the banquet, looking at him with a mocking face. He is the son of Odin, the god of all bards, and he is known for his eloquence and eloquence. Almost astonishing the gods.

Loki frowned slightly. He didn't want to argue with this eloquent god. Instead, he looked up at Odin, who was sitting at the top of the table in front of him. In front of him, Odin also appeared from the moment Loki stepped into the palace. He kept looking at him silently.

In other words, he was looking at the wide open palace door from beginning to end, waiting for the figure who was about to appear.

A high-ranking master of the nine worlds, the god-king of the Asaph clan, and an evil god who was expelled from the Asaph Garden, the god of fire and deceit. Both of them have seen the future and understand what will happen next. For Loki knew full well the fate he was about to suffer, but said nothing.

Just by looking at each other, the thoughts between the two people were already self-evident.

Loki wanted to use this opportunity to make one last attempt at redemption, but Loki's desire to release the three brothers and sisters was something Odin could not agree to anyway. And if Odin could not agree, the relationship between the two would be ruined. The differences can never be reconciled.

Looking deeply at the handsome young man in front of him, the old-looking God King said in a deep voice.

"Loki."

He didn't say much, just used this sentence as a greeting.

In front of him, Loki said calmly.

"Odin, you swore... We are brothers of flesh and blood. It is not a mead for the two of us to drink together. You will never drink him alone. Now... I, a traveler, want to drink a cup of mead. Wine quenches thirst, I wonder if you agree.”

His voice was low, with inexplicable meaning. Odin understood what he said, but he did not answer directly. Instead, he remained silent for a while before speaking softly.

"I swore that the mead was not meant for the two of us to drink together. I would never drink it alone. Loki, please sit down."

As he spoke, he knocked the heavy long table with his index finger. Immediately, a seedling quickly grew out of the bottom seat of the heavy long table. The seedling expanded rapidly, and in less than a moment it grew into a cane-like chair. seats.

Loki glanced at him. Whether intentionally or not, when he said this oath, Odin did not say the first half...

His heart was filled with bitterness and sadness, but he still maintained a smile on his face. Shi Shiran sat down, completely ignoring the expressions of displeasure and disgust from the gods around him.

The big snake said that fate is a weak insect's fantasy about the future that it cannot control. In its eyes, there is never fate. Everything is done by life itself, and no one is driving it.

"Shackles? There are no shackles in the first place. You live freely in this universe and can go anywhere. Have you ever had any shackles on your body? What traps you is just your thoughts."

The serpent's mocking voice was still echoing in his ears. Loki didn't know if it was right, but at this moment, he only knew that no matter whether those futures were certain or uncertain, whether they were fate or not, he had to face them and face the fear in his heart. .

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Atop the noisy feast, the gods laughed wantonly. The small episode did not interrupt the feast among the gods. They laughed as if they didn't care about Loki.

Yes, during the entire banquet, not a single word was exchanged between the gods and Loki, and not a single god glanced at Loki. In the lively and noisy banquet, all the gods seemed not to have seen Loki.

Among all the excitement and noise, only the seat where Loki was sitting was extremely quiet...

It's as quiet as being alone.

Loki watched everything in silence, drank quietly, looked at the gods in front of him, and felt the disdain and ridicule written on their faces, as if he were looking at a beggar, giving alms from above. Give him some food, but you won't take him seriously.

This almost naked humiliation and ridicule surrounded Loki, and Loki endured it silently. However, the smile that originally appeared on his face gradually faded away, and was replaced by a cold expression.

"Ha ha……"

In the midst of laughter, the gods drank freely.

Suddenly, Loki took a deep breath, and the cynical smile returned to his gloomy face. Then he stood up, picked up the mead filled with horns, and said loudly.

"All the male gods in Asa Garden! Let us have a drink!"

As Loki suddenly stood up, the originally lively and noisy banquet suddenly fell silent. In other words, all the gods were waiting for this moment, waiting for the moment when Loki would have an attack.

Loki looked around, scanned the gods in front of him, and then continued.

"All the goddesses in Asa Garden! Let us drink this!"

His voice did not stop, he raised the mead in his hand again, and shouted again.

"All you sanctimonious gods! Let us drink this!"

As he spoke, there was a bit of mockery on his face, and his eyes were extremely cold. He could feel that with his words, the eyes around him became more and more unkind.

I'm afraid, as long as there is any dissatisfaction on God King Odin's face, they will rush forward angrily and tear him to pieces.

The corners of Loki's mouth were slightly raised, and there was no fear on his face. Instead, he showed the half-smiling expression he usually made, and then looked at a place on the table and mocked.

"Only Brachi, the god of poetry, who sits farthest away, is not worthy of drinking this cup of wine."

Along with Loki's mocking voice, in his sight, the face of the God of Poetry, Brocki, was first stunned, and then turned into deep anger.