Chapter 454: Omen

Murphy recognized this Lord of the Abyss.

"Outsider, my nephew is a fool. You used his ambition, but I am very curious, what exactly do you want to do?"

Murphy frowned, "I thought Apollo had prepared for eavesdropping."

"That's why I said he's a fool," Hades sneered, "Wherever the sunlight can reach, it is under the influence of his divine power, but the underworld is dark. And the place where you talked just happened to be a mausoleum, which is my territory."

"Since you have heard our conversation, why did you come alone?" Murphy asked, "Could it be that you didn't inform Mount Olympus of Apollo's betrayal?"

He looked at Hades and said gently, "Your Majesty Hades, shielding and betrayal are the same crime."

Hades was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed hoarsely. After laughing for a while, he said in a gloomy voice again: "When I leave an enemy, it's usually because there are more important enemies to deal with."

"You mean your youngest brother." Murphy said.

"My foolish nephew was at least right about one thing," Hades said, "He has sat in that position for too long."

"You don't doubt my purpose anymore?" Murphy asked.

"Apollo couldn't see it, but I can smell the scent of death on you. You have killed several gods. You have a grudge against us, don't you?"

"But you don't seem to mind?"

"In hell, I have long since learned how to get along with my enemies," Hades said, "It doesn't matter. There are many guys who hate me, so many that they fill the entire Tartarus. And I don't seem to be that important on your list of enemies."

"As you say." Murphy smiled, feeling that he and this Hades actually got along quite well, "So, you are also here to seek cooperation?"

"Perhaps," Hades said, "Although Apollo thinks he can kill his father, my brother has always been the most cunning. I don't think he can succeed."

"But even the most powerful warrior, after the betrayal of his son, will probably be exhausted."

Murphy nodded, "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. This is a good idea. But I don't see what use it is for you to meet me. You could have hidden until the end before attacking."

"Interesting metaphor," Hades said stiffly, obviously not used to humor, "Your power is very special. I hope you can help me."

"Your nephew gave me one-third of his divine power as remuneration. What can you give me?" Murphy asked.

"Divine power is just divine power," Hades said indifferently, "All the divine power we obtain after the event is yours. I only want Zeus's head."

"You are much more generous than Apollo," Murphy laughed, "Our cooperation will definitely be very pleasant."

More than a hundred years later, Asgard.

In this city of gods hidden on the top of the mountains, a magnificent palace stood. This was the residence built by giants driven by the gods, the Valhalla Hall.

At this moment, the palace was noisy.

Heimdall, the Watcher and God of Protection, placed a head on a tray and placed it in the center of the hall. The head, with its eyes closed, was singing under the magic of the goddess Freya, and what it was singing was the Song of the Nibelungen.

When they heard "the brilliance and magnificence of Valhalla will become ruins," all the gods showed panic and looked at Odin on the throne.

The King of Gods showed no joy or anger on his face, "How many people in Midgard know about such poetry?"

"Countless," Heimdall said, "This long poem has been circulating secretly for a long time. I don't know how many mortals have heard this story."

"Why haven't you discovered it?" Odin asked.

Heimdall looked embarrassed. Although he claimed that his vision could see through the Nine Realms, this level of far-sightedness consumed a huge amount of divine power, and he usually wouldn't use it easily.

Besides, didn't the two ravens beside you also not discover it?

"Someone is deliberately covering it up," Heimdall said, "Perhaps it's those guys from the Vanir."

The gods in this Norse region are not only the Aesir gods located in Asgard. In this cold land, there is also a pantheon more ancient than the Aesir gods. Although their initial worshippers have all been driven out by humanity, their legends have been passed down, even if they are declining, they have not yet been extinguished.

"I knew it was them!" The hot-tempered Thor was furious, "The omen of the Twilight of the Gods is becoming more and more obvious. Before the great war, we must first eradicate those guys."

"Speaking of the omen of the Twilight of the Gods... I have to remind you," said Frigg, the Queen of Gods sitting next to Odin, "It has been changed. That legend has begun to influence the future."

The Norse pantheon is different from other pantheons. I don't know if it's because of the cold climate or some other reason, but in the process of the birth of mythology, it was destined that all gods would perish in an ultimate war.

And regarding the Twilight of the Gods, Odin had also foreseen it many times. He had described to the gods the scenes he had seen: the broken World Tree, the collapsed Valhalla, terrifying monsters, gods who died in war, etc.

However, now, the omen of the Twilight of the Gods has changed again under the influence of the legend. Valhalla is no longer just collapsing, but destroyed in a fire. The World Tree is no longer just broken and pushed down, but scorched into a stump. At the same time, he also vaguely saw the figure of an evil god.

He can be sure that some gods are working against him, and some gods participated in the Twilight of the Gods.

"I had a dream, a dream about death," Baldur, the God of Light, smiled, but his smile looked extremely tired and worried, "I dreamed that darkness shrouded the Nine Realms, and everything would return to nothingness."

This is also one of the omens mentioned by Queen Frigg.

"If we are all going to die in a war, that's nothing!" Thor shouted, "A warrior dying on the battlefield is our glory!"

"We should go and kill all the singers who spread the long poem," Tyr, the God of War, holding a long sword, said arrogantly, "A group of mortals who don't know how to respect the gods, we should make them learn to fear!"

"Or, we can be smarter. The most critical thing in this legend is a demigod and a Valkyrie. We should avoid their appearance," said the goddess Freya.

The gods discussed one after another, and there was a noise in the palace. King Odin whispered a few words with the head of the wise giant Mimir placed on a tray beside the throne, and finally opened his mouth to let the gods quiet down, "War, this war cannot be avoided, nor can it be stopped. We must be prepared."

All the gods looked at the throne, "Odin, what do you decide to do?"

The King of Gods was silent for a while, just about to say something, when his expression suddenly moved, and he looked at the gate of the hall.

A black mist flew in from the gate, landing and turning into a thin and tall man. His face was painted with weird skull patterns with chalk, obscuring his original face. A head of unruly red long hair floated like fire, and with the rolling black smoke escaping from his body, the whole person exuded an evil spirit.

At this moment, he was carrying a long spear in one hand, but in the other hand, he was clutching a huge cloth bag, striding into the hall.

Odin saw the other party, his expression seemed a bit happy, "My brother, what have you brought me again?"

The god laughed loudly, came to the center of the hall, waved his long spear to pat the poet's head floating in the center to the side, and then threw the cloth bag in his hand heavily on the ground.

"My dear brother, I have brought you everything!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 455 =====