Chapter 407: Except for Snakes, Everything Is Poisonous (Part 3)

At first, when hearing these words, Jörmungandr was a bit dazed. He was like a master who had been practicing in seclusion, and when he opened his eyes, he found that the world had changed.

Shouldn't Earth be a poor, remote place where birds don't lay eggs? What are these things on the sea? What are these things on the land? What are these things in the sky?

Although he has superior wisdom, he doesn't have the ability to predict the future. He never expected that in just a few thousand years, humans would have undergone such great changes, and this tiny planet would have become quite prosperous.

But this couldn't attract Jörmungandr at all. He only wanted to return to Asgard to take revenge. After communicating with the Sanctum Sanctorum in a donkey-lip-to-horse-mouth way for a long time, Jörmungandr finally figured out what the situation was now.

Humans created a strange organization to communicate with various cosmic demon gods and provided them with various strange services, and already had a large group of clients.

Facing the situation on Earth, Jörmungandr, who felt that he was gradually failing to keep up with the times, finally chose to contact the Sanctum Sanctorum. However, this cunning big snake didn't pay directly, but kept chatting with customer service to obtain useful information. As soon as it was mentioned about paying and topping up membership, he changed the topic.

One day, he was still chatting with customer service, and at this time, customer service suddenly paused and said: "Sorry, Mr. Jörmungandr, you have an emergency communication. Do you want to connect?"

"Emergency communication?" Jörmungandr immediately became vigilant and said: "No, I don't have any demon gods I know."

"Fine." Customer service took the receiver away a bit and said to someone next to him: "Say sorry to Prince Loki, the client he wants to connect to, rejected the call... Asgard coup? Succession? But..."

"Wait!... Who?" Jörmungandr asked on that end. Customer service seemed to be still talking to the person next to him. Jörmungandr raised his tone a bit and said: "Who did you just say called?"

"Oh, sorry, it's Prince Loki, Loki Odinson."

"Odinson?" Jörmungandr slowly spat out this surname and said: "Help me connect his phone."

"Wait a moment... uh, sorry, you temporarily don't have the permission for cross-dimensional communication. This is a function that only members can use. Do you want to top up membership?"

If Jörmungandr had hands, he would definitely be scratching his head crazily now, going crazy for a long time. Jörmungandr finally said: "Fine, membership, you cunning humans, how do I top up membership?"

"First, you need to find an agent on Earth, then project power into his body, and then he himself will come to the Sanctum Sanctorum to hand over the power to us, and then we will register your name in our member database..."

Jörmungandr felt a bit of a headache. He didn't know who to choose as an agent. It sounded like this position was quite important, but not important enough to make him take the risk of showing his face on Earth.

At this time, he suddenly thought of those believers who had been sending him faith. Absorbing faith power and competing for believers is the instinct of cosmic demon gods. He thought, since these people are willing to believe in him, the agent must be chosen from these people.

Jörmungandr didn't think too much and directly chose the most devout one among them.

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Cosmic demons signing up agents usually follow a set routine: sneaking into their consciousness while humans are asleep, then whispering demonic words. Those like Chthon who directly abduct people are simply very confident in their own strength and aren't afraid of the Ancient One causing them trouble; the vast majority of demons still have to be a bit cautious.

Jormungand is very afraid of Odin, so he did not choose an overly violent method and still intended to choose a mental projection.

Jormungand's first mental projection went very smoothly. He successfully arrived in the mind of this human doctor, in a space that was empty but filled with white mist, where a giant snake head faced a tiny human figure.

Just as Jormungand was about to speak, he discovered that the look in this person's eyes as he watched him was a bit strange—not quite like a believer looking at a god, but rather more like a person looking at a dish of food.

But soon, this anomaly was ignored by Jormungand. His communication with Shiler was exceptionally smooth; those techniques of bewitchment, temptation, and manipulation he had envisioned did not come into play. This human did not feel the slightest surprise at his arrival, as if he had been prepared for a long time.

Jormungand felt something was off, but he was single-mindedly focused on wanting to quickly understand the current situation in Asgard. All anomalies were ignored by him. Just like that, he successfully topped up his membership and then connected the call to Loki.

"Jormungand, have you really awakened?"

"That's right, young prince. What do you want to find me for?"

Loki said with rapid speech, "Listen, Jormungand, I need your help. My brother and I are competing for the throne—the position of the All-Father of Asgard."

"Currently, quite a few people support me, including the captains of 13 of Asgard's 20 fleets, the deputy commander of the Royal Guard, and many Asgardian generals and the warriors under their command."

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"However, my brother Thor's power is even greater. He has obtained a new divine office and possesses a new divine position. Odin also stands on his side. I am about to fail, but I am not reconciled to it."

Jormungand heard Loki say in a very resentful tone, "The All-Father is unfair. From beginning to end, he never gave me a chance, but I still managed to win the support of nearly half of Asgard through my own ability."

"But this is still not enough. I need more powerful strength that can decide the outcome. Jormungand, I know that you played the role of killing Thor the God of Thunder in the prophecy known to the All-Father. I don't care if this prophecy is true or not, but at the very least, it proves that you can deal with him..."

"When I heard from the Sanctum that you had awakened and that they had made contact with you, I had to say, perhaps this is the magic of that prophecy, because the decisive battle between Thor and me is about to arrive. I need you to lend me a helping hand, Jormungand..."

"Come, come to Asgard, complete your mission, and help me ascend the throne. All the prosperity of the Nine Realms will belong to me, and also to you."

Jormungand felt a violent emotion surging in his chest. When the fated prophecy arrived, that intense sense of mission surrounded him. He immediately asked, "What do I need to do?"

"Listen, you have just awakened, so your power should not be enough yet. It is impossible to face the All-Father and Thor directly, but you were born in Midgard, which is an incomparable and huge advantage. We all know that humans have their special qualities."

"Jormungand, you must develop your faith among humans, gain more believers, and thereby obtain more power of faith to restore your own strength, so that you can counterattack Asgard with me..."

Jormungand's tone grew higher and higher. He said, "Then now, we are allies, right?"

"That's right. The All-Father once banished you to Earth, and my own brother Thor also wants to expel me from Asgard. We must join hands to tell this pair of arrogant father and son that they are wrong!"

"Asgard is not theirs, but ours!"

After this phone call, that same night, Shiler saw Jormungand in his dream again. He almost didn't have time to hide that high tower.

Jormungand gave him a whole bunch of tasks—basically organizing the religion, winning over believers, having them pray devoutly, and so on.

To be honest, Jormungand didn't think this ordinary human could complete such a heavy task. With his wisdom, he could also understand that developing a religion and collecting faith was not something that could be completed overnight. But Jormungand was not a short-lived species like humans; he could afford to wait a few hundred years.

But who would have thought that less than three days later, Shiler contacted him and told him that everything had been taken care of.

He possessed a complete organization called Hydra, possessed religious scriptures called "Who is Hydra?", and even possessed an Inquisition and its subordinate assassin, called Grant Ward.

Jormungand was a bit dazed. He thought that not three days had passed, but three hundred years. However, Shiler's explanation almost convinced him.

Divided into nine? United as one? It sounded quite plausible. Could it be that I really did this back then? Did I sleep for too long and forget???

But Shiler also raised his own difficulties: the entire Hydra organization had been developing for too long and had too many members, many of whom had already forgotten the teachings of the god. However, the power of the Inquisition was really not enough, and there was no way to judge those heretics who had forgotten their roots...

Jormungand thought about it: this is easy to handle. I'll give you two power; can't you just kill them all directly?

But Shiler expressed with great difficulty that dead people cannot provide the power of faith, and if they could be made to convert, that would be even better.

Then, Shiler proposed a plan to Jormungand. Simply put, you go into their dreams and scare them; maybe they will convert to you?

For those who truly don't believe, Grant can then handle them. In this way, the structure of this organization can be greatly streamlined, retaining the most essential batch of believers. Even if only ten thousand people remain, it is enough to provide a massive amount of power of faith.

Jormungand discovered that in this regard, the Pope he personally appointed seemed a bit too proficient. But he didn't think too much about it. In his view, this group of tiny creatures trapped on the surface of a small planet couldn't cause much trouble. Even if the development was slow or failed, it didn't matter; wait another few hundred years and another batch would grow.

Holding this thought, Jormungand did as he was told. He went into the dreams of several Hydra leaders designated by Shiler and emphasized to them the fact that Hydra had been an inseparable part of Hydra since ancient times. In fact, it was just revealing his true form and saying, "I am Hydra. Do you believe it or not? If you don't believe it, I'll kill you tomorrow."

The vast majority of people chose to convert for various purposes, and those die-hard elements were all cleared out.

Just like that, the original Hydra of over one hundred thousand people worldwide was purified into less than thirty thousand Hydra believers. Although more than twenty-nine thousand of them didn't truly believe in Hydra and only did so because this faith could bring them benefits, because the number of people was so large, they still provided a considerable amount of power of faith.

Now, everything is ready; all that's missing is for Loki to shout, "The world has suffered under Odin for too long!" and the horn of this war to counterattack Asgard will be blown.