I became the Great Old One

"Ugh, is that so?"

Hearing Odin's words, Ziglina seemed a little excited.

After all, being recognized as one of the gods of Asgard by the God-King Odin, the little girl's vanity was greatly satisfied. Ziglina ran to the corner of the room, moved a chair, and sat next to Su Heng, pretending to be listening attentively. A slight smile appeared on Su Heng's face, and he gently stroked Ziglina's long, silky silver hair.

Su Heng spent most of his long life sleeping and fighting.

The period of seclusion in Niflheim was peaceful and comfortable, and it was also a very good memory for Su Heng.

However, as the intensity of the war between the Mother Tree of Desire and the Golden World Tree escalates. Su Heng could predict that such a peaceful and stable time would not last long, and Odin's arrival would definitely not bring any good things.

"Ahem!"

Seeing Ziglina's serious look, Odin felt a little uncomfortable.

He coughed twice and then said with a serious expression: "Some time ago, Thor was attacked by monsters. Although he successfully killed those monsters, he was also seriously injured."

"Brother Thor was seriously injured by a demon!?"

Zyglina's eyes widened, a look of shock on his face.

There was a rustling sound outside the window. The white wolf's head was pressed against the wall, and the big snake put its body on the white wolf's back, almost crushing the white wolf.

Su Heng's hand holding the tea cup also stopped in mid-air, and he looked at Odin in surprise.

There is a big difference between the Asgardian gods and the Olympian gods. In Asgard, although Odin is the God King, his combat power may not be as powerful as Thor's.

And now.

Even Thor, the strongest fighter in the Nine Realms, was severely wounded by demons. It seemed that the situation was worse than Su Heng imagined.

"Are those monsters really that powerful? Even Brother Thor was injured by them." Ziglina looked at Odin and asked: "Where did the monsters come from? Recently, I have often been in the forest. I often see traces of those monsters.”

"Is even Niflheim contaminated by these monsters?"

The look on Odin's face became more serious.

He said: "Those demons are actually polluted intelligent beings. Their power comes from the starry sky. When a certain will is too strong, it will attract the attention of the mother tree. If you go further, you will receive the blessing of the mother tree. . This kind of blessing is called flesh-gifting by wizards. Those who fail in the flesh-gifting ceremony will degenerate into monsters who only know how to kill, while those who can successfully inherit the power of the mother tree will become flesh-gifters."

"Those who attacked Thor this time were also the Flesh Givers."

"Whether it is the desire for power, the greed for power and wealth, or the adherence to justice, or the persistence of love, will it attract the attention of the mother tree?" Su Heng asked curiously.

"Yes." Odin nodded: "Whether it is positive or negative emotions, they will attract the attention of the mother tree. Under the blessing of the mother tree, bravery will turn into brutal slaughter, loyalty will turn into foolish blind obedience, Love will turn into endless corruption.”

He paused for a moment, and then continued with a bitter tone: "Even gods cannot resist such power."

Su Heng thought of Gullweger in the Peace Mansion.

Guerweg is also a true god, but in the end he became the most devout believer of the Mother Tree.

Gullweger's death also means the beginning of Ragnarok to a certain extent.

"I see."

Su Heng nodded, Odin's words were still helpful to him. At the very least, through various things that happened on Asgard, Su Heng was able to roughly deduce part of the authority of the Mother Tree of Desire.

Even if he really turns against the mother tree for some reason in the future, he can still have a slight advantage in intelligence.

"Is there anything else?" Su Heng asked.

"Of course, am I so unpopular?" Odin said with a wry smile.

He did not continue talking to Su Heng, but turned his attention to Ziegelina, who was sitting quietly on the small bench. Odin said with a stern expression: "Zyglina, compared to other gods, you and your brothers are too young. Those cunning flesh givers may look for opportunities to take action against you. You must stay vigilant. ”

"Of course!"

Ziglina immediately puffed up his small chest and said proudly: "We are the best hunters in this forest. No prey can escape our pursuit."

"Haha, of course it's good that you have such confidence, but don't underestimate the power of those who give flesh." Odin warned while taking out a shining silver sword from his worn backpack.

When the long sword was taken out from the old cloth bag.

The entire house was shrouded in the cold sword light, and the slender sword was engraved with many complicated and ancient Runa runes. These runes were obtained by Odin from the World Tree and possess incredible power.

When he saw this long sword, Ziglina held his breath, his bright pupils full of desire.

"This is the Sword of Volsung. Together with the Sword of Victory in the hand of Frey, the God-King of the Warner Protoss, and the Branch of Destruction in the hand of Surtur, the Giant of Fire, they are called the three great swords. The Sword of Volsung The sword can store the power of the holder. The more power it stores, the stronger the destructive power it will produce when released. In theory, it can penetrate all defenses in the nine realms! "

Odin inserted the Sword of Volsung into the wooden scabbard.

Pass it to Ziglina.

"Is this sword for me?" Ziglina hesitated, but after seeing the smile on Odin's face and his father's slight nod, he boldly took the famous sword.

"With this long sword, if the Flesh Giver really attacks you, you will be able to fight back."

Odin stroked his messy breathing and said with a smile.

"Then, my mission for this trip is over, and I won't bother you anymore." Odin stood up and said goodbye to Su Heng.

"See you next time." Su Heng nodded slightly.

"Uncle Odin, see you next time." Ziglina sent Odin out and saw Odin disappearing into the hazy clouds riding the eight-legged horse Leibnir.

She waved her arms and shouted.

Odin disappeared from Zyglina's sight and was in the forest not far away.

On the treetop, a crow with black feathers and red eyes was silently observing everything that was happening in front of him. The crow combed its feathers with its beak, then gently flapped its wings and left.

A few pieces of black feathers fell off.

Before it landed on the ground, it turned into black smoke and disappeared.

Su Heng's eyes moved away from the flowing white mist on the sky, and he looked slightly sideways, looking into the deep forest, with a thoughtful look on his face, and then turned back to the house.

…

Above the icy sky of Niflheim.

Odin and Thor stood side by side, and in front of them was the vast golden gallon chasm with flowing lava.

On the other side of the chasm is Muspelheim, the kingdom of fire. The powerful giant of fire, Surtur, lives in this ancient and fiery kingdom.

"I still don't quite understand why you gave the Sword of Volsung to that child." Thor's stomach was wrapped with a bandage, and the white bandage had been stained by dark green poisonous blood.

Thor's physique even surpassed those powerful first-generation giants.

But even so, the injuries left on him by those who gave him flesh made it impossible for him to heal for a long time.

Even during this time, Thor's injuries worsened. Many deformed fingers appeared on the torn belly, and those bloody fingers scratched outward day and night.

Even through the thick bandage, you can still see the outline of the fingers that are constantly squirming.

That feeling...

It was like a living being was sealed in Thor's belly, struggling to crawl out of the abyss of flesh and blood.

It looks quite scary.

Odin looked down at the scar on Thor's stomach.

He did not answer Thor's question directly, but asked worriedly: "Thor, have you recovered from your injuries?"

"Didn't you already see it?"

Thor wears Mjolnir on his waist, and holds a huge goblet of ram's horn in his other hand. He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, blood-red wine dripping down the corners of his mouth.

"Ha!" Thor exhaled heavily and wiped the remaining wine from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

He said: "Maybe it will never get better, just like other gods in Asgard. Those who are enemies of the abyss will eventually sink into the abyss."

"Yes, we are all polluted. The blessing of the Mother Tree of Desire has come to each of us."

Odin spoke tiredly, as if he was talking to Thor, or to himself: "It has been like this since Gullweg died. Unfortunately, when I found out about this By the time it happened, it was too late.”

Thor stared at the golden-gallon chasm before him.

Suddenly he said: "I understand."

"What do you understand?" Odin was a little confused.

"Hahaha, I understand why you gave the Sword of Volsung to that little girl." Thor said with a smile: "The day Baldr died, all the gods at the banquet were contaminated by the power of the mother tree. . But Ziglina is different. She is a new god born after the bloody feast. The pure power of the World Tree flows in her body. She is an unpolluted existence... She is hope! "

"What you said makes sense." Odin stooped and nodded with a smile.

"But..." Thor said: "You once told me about the prophecies you saw on the Fountain of Wisdom. In the prophecies, the new gods seemed to destroy the entire Asgard. You no longer care about the contents of these prophecies. Already?"

"Of course I care."

Odin said: "A long time ago, when I was young, I used to worry about these things until I couldn't sleep all day and night. But later, I gradually realized that all the consequences of the future are due to the past. Because. The more we fear something will happen, the more likely it will happen.”

"Instead of this, it's better to let nature take its course. I used to be extremely afraid of death and aging, but when I realized the existence of the Mother Tree of Desire, I realized one thing..."

"What's going on?" Thor asked curiously.

"Death is not a punishment, but a gift." Odin said.

"Rather than becoming a monster driven by desire, suffering in endless distortion, and destroying everything you cherish and protect. A peaceful death is indeed a better ending." Thor understood the meaning of Odin's words and burst into a hearty laugh.

...

The day after Odin left.

In the Iron Forest, beside a hot spring with large stones piled up, Ziglinar pulled the shining sword of Volsung out of the wooden scabbard.

"Look, this is the sword that Uncle Odin gave me." Ziglina said proudly: "Among the nine realms of heaven born from the world tree, the sword of Volsung is also ranked in the top three divine weapons."

"Even the world-destroying magic sword in the hands of the fire giant is not as sharp as the Volsung in my hand."

"Would that old boy Odin be so kind?"

The white wolf Fenrir jumped out of the hot spring all wet, shook his body vigorously, and his originally wet hair suddenly became fluffy and soft.

A large amount of water mist filled the air.

The eyesight of the white wolf and Ziglina is very good, far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

When they concentrate their attention, everything happening in the world seems to be in slow motion in their eyes. Ziglina saw the tiny water droplets thrown by the white wolf collide with the sword blade, and then instantly split into two halves. After the water droplets flew past like a bucket, there was no trace of water stains left on the sword of Volsung.

But Ziglina was a little wet.

"You're going to dirty the clothes I just washed yesterday!" Ziglina said to Fenrir angrily.

"These are all small things. Let's try whether this sword is as powerful as the legend says." Although the white wolf has a bad character, he is still a teenager after all.

He is very curious.

After having new toys, the white wolf also seems very lively.

Even the lazy big snake slowly showed its head from behind the big rock, and its cold snake eyes looked at the sword in Ziglina's hand with interest.

"Swish!"

The white wolf frowned, lowered his head and bit off a large piece of fluffy wolf hair from his shoulder.

He blew gently, and the wolf hair fell from the air like snow.

Something surprising happened. The soft and tough wolf hair was cut off the moment it touched the sword of Volsung. Its color quickly changed from silvery white to burnt black and yellow, as if thousands of years had passed quickly from the wolf hair.

"What a powerful sword!" Fenrir was a little scared.

The hair on his body was not ordinary, it was quite tough. A wolf hair could cut a sword made of refined steel. But in front of the sword of Volsung, it did not show any special features, it was as fragile as dead grass.

It is conceivable that if this sword stabbed him, his proud fur would probably not play any role.

"But why was the vitality on the wolf hair also sucked away?" asked the white wolf Fenrir.

"Maybe it's because of my divine power." Ziglina thought for a moment and replied, "Uncle Odin said that this sword has the ability to absorb the power of the holder and store it. Some of the divine power that I usually dissipate was absorbed by this sword, causing the Sword of Volsung to also show some of the power of the power of death."

"Doesn't that mean that this long sword can play different roles in the hands of different people?"

The white wolf Fenrir stuck out his tongue and said, "This setting is quite interesting, but it's a pity that this sword is too small, otherwise I can play with it."

"Awooo!"

The wild roar of the beast came from the forest.

Ziglina raised his head and looked at the white wolf in front of him with some doubts.

He found that the roar just now was not made by the white wolf, but came from the depths of the forest. Ziglina jumped lightly to the treetops and looked into the distance. He saw black smoke burning near the Cloud River at the edge of the Iron Forest. Large flocks of flying birds and beasts fled outward. The whole forest was trembling under the influence of some inexplicable power.

"Have those monsters appeared again?" Fenrir showed an unexpected expression.

However, this time he seemed much more enthusiastic. The white wolf Fenrir shook his tail and said impatiently: "It just so happens that we have a new weapon. Let's use the flesh and blood of those monsters to consecrate the sword."

"Okay!"

Ziglinna turned over and rode on the back of the white wolf, ready to set off immediately.

The big snake Yormgard followed behind the two of them slowly, crushing stones and soil with its huge body, leaving a deep gully on the ground.

When crawling halfway, Yormgard suddenly raised his head, and his red pupils looked in a certain direction of the forest.

The terrifying snake face also showed a thoughtful expression in a human way.

And in the direction where the big snake Yormgard was staring, in the shadows between the treetops of the forest. A flesh-giver with a black hood and a back that was bulging like a toad and had many throbbing tumors on it was staring at the white wolf and the girl riding on its back with a sneer on his face.

He exerted a little force on his feet and disappeared from the treetops in a flash.

At the same time, there were slight friction sounds coming from several large trees nearby. It was obvious that there were many meat givers participating in this "hunt", and they were determined to win this operation.