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The ancient god is vulnerable.

Eric easily wiped out all of them without even using his own power, which made him feel that these were just a group of parallel importers. He was a little confused as to why they had troubled Odin for so many years.

However, just as he was about to leave to help Thor, a sudden change occurred.

The four ancient gods who were crushed into powder by him actually reunited little by little.

A strange energy came from the world tree, acting on the powder scattered by the ancient gods, and quickly gathered them together. Then, in the void, strands of soul filaments spread and joined the gathering team.

"Resurrection" Eric raised his eyebrows, carefully sensed the energy and soul, and quickly identified its source, "Asgard"

That's right, the opportunity for the resurrection of the ancient god is Asgard.

"It's useless, God, we are no match for you, but you can't kill us either." The ancient god with horns on his head has regained his head and looked at Eric with a faint look, "As long as Asgard is still there. One day, we will be immortal."

"You came with Thor. The helper invited by Thor is useless. God, give up. Asgard can't escape the fate of reincarnation." Another ancient god also recovered.

Eric grinned, these guys are idiots.

Before he said anything, he showed his trump card. He thought he wouldn't attack Asgard, hehe.

"Asgard" Eric looked at the four big fools and smiled, waved his hand, and the power of space bound them, bundling them into four big rice dumplings and floating behind him.

"God, this is a matter between us and Asgard, why do you want to interfere?"

"We have an agreement long ago"

"Asgard must be reincarnated"

The four ancient gods tried various methods, but they couldn't get rid of Eric's shackles, chattering endlessly, trying to make him give up.

"Quiet" Eric uttered a word, and a burst of red light lit up on his body, separating the reality of the ancient gods from this dimension, finally getting rid of their annoying voices.

Eric continued to descend with four rice dumplings, and soon found Thor.

At this moment, Thor is in a very bad state, with little power left in his body, and the only remaining eye is bleeding.

"Successful." Eric raised his eyebrows. The giant cocoon that originally wrapped Asgard had now been smashed out of a big hole, and streams of divine power flowed out of it, constantly washing away the shell of the giant cocoon.

The filament of fate has also been broken, and the loom of fate cannot continue, as if it is stuck, making a loud noise and trembling violently, but cannot weave a single roll of cloth.

"It didn't work, it's the last bit." Thor panted heavily, turned around, and stared fiercely at the ancient god with one bloody eye.

Eric thought he was going to make a move, and stepped back quietly, wanting him to vent first, but Thor didn't do that, just stared at the ancient god for a long time, and then turned his head away.

Eric was a little surprised that the God of the Hammer was not reckless. This was even more shocking than him inheriting Odin's wisdom.

"Look at that cocoon, it's recovering." Thor pointed at the giant cocoon with Mjolnir.

Eric couldn't help but look, it really is.The divine power from Asgard is destroying the giant cocoon, but the giant cocoon is also absorbing the power of Asgard at the same time to restore itself.

One destroys, one restores. Eric only looked at it for a few seconds and found that recovery was faster than destruction.

"I'll hit it a few more times." Eric flicked his wrist, and the short stick in his hand extended to both sides, and soon turned into a long spear, the Gun of Reincarnation.

Thor shook his head sadly, "It's useless, that cocoon is completely composed of Asgard's power, and the recovery speed will always be faster than the destruction."

"So, there is only one way." Eric stared directly at Thor, "It's useless to think about it."

Thor was silent for a long time, and smiled wryly, "Father has already told me, I have no choice, let's do it."

Eric breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that Thor would be stubborn.

"Now that you've figured it out, go back."

After all, Eric waved his hand, the space was replaced, and the dimension changed. The two returned to their dimension with the four ancient gods, and the fountain of wisdom stood silently beside them.

The two did not stop, then teleported back to Asgard.

At this moment in Asgard, you can still see a lot of wars. The large army of the dark elves has retreated, but there are still many small troops left.

Thor is not in the mood to entangle with them now, and went straight to the Odin Golden Palace as soon as he returned.

Eric followed closely, and as soon as he entered the Golden Palace, he heard Thor's cry.

Frigga was dead, and Thor hugged her body and wept bitterly on his back. Beside him, Loki wept silently with red eyes, and a sense of sadness filled the entire Golden Palace.

Eric only glanced at it, then retreated silently. Before leaving, his eyes all stayed on Loki. Unfortunately, this is the Loki of this universe, and the god of stories has not come.

"God of stories, hey, I really don't know why you would do this."

Superfluid space, the library of the God of Story.

The God of Story stood in front of the window with a small crystal in his hand, his expression cloudy and uncertain.

A faint ray of light flashed from the crystal, and condensed into the appearance of Frigga in mid-air. He looked around in a daze, and finally stayed on the face of the God of Story, anxiously trying to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

"Wait a minute, mother." The God of Stories raised his other hand, gently covered the crystal, suppressed the light, and Frigga's shadow disappeared.

"It's the first time I've seen how sentimental you look, it's so funny." A faint voice suddenly sounded.

The God of Stories didn't seem surprised at all. He didn't even look back and responded calmly, "When will the others arrive?"

"Oh, it's boring to look like this again." The voice gradually approached, and standing side by side with him, it turned out to be one of the five creation gods, Death

Behind him, there was a hazy phantom, this phantom was tall and tall, but he was muddleheaded, with a dazed expression on his face.

"You are so ruthless, to watch the people you care about the most die in front of you time and time again." Death grinned as he looked at the crystal in the hands of the God of Story.

The God of Stories glanced at the shadow and mocked, "Compared to me, you are truly heartless."

"The left and right are just toys." Death laughed playfully, turned around and hooked the shadow's chin with an index finger, pulled his head down, and kissed his face.

The phantom began to fluctuate violently, and its purple skin was trembling rapidly. 78 Chinese is the fastest updated on the entire network. cδm

"Yeah, it's just a toy."

:. :mx