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The Horn of Disaster [Galar] was originally a "supreme" artifact in Asgard, and they knew exactly what it meant once it sounded.

"Stop her!!!"

Several Norse gods roared, and at the same time rushed towards Si Xiaonan who was holding [Galar] like crazy.

Si Xiaonan patted the top of Fenrir's head lightly, and the latter rushed out immediately, carrying a terrifying and fierce aura, to stop these Nordic gods for Si Xiaonan.

Si Xiaonan put the horn to his mouth and took a deep breath...

Buzzing--! ! !

The low sound, like the sound of drums and hammers, came melodiously from the horn, and a ring-shaped sound wave exploded from Si Xiaonan's whole body!

The smoke and gravel all over the sky were shattered by the sound of horns. This wave of air will shake the Nordic gods who are fighting with Fenrir, the nearby gods of Great Xia and everyone on the ceiling, and move back a few steps at the same time. The air wave is like a tsunami Skimming the earth, extending infinitely towards the end of the horizon!

If someone stood at a very high altitude and looked down at this moment, they would see a ring of sound waves spreading rapidly, covering Asgard in the blink of an eye.

Not only that, this wave of sound is still spreading outward, the "circle of people", the underworld, the kingdom of giants, the kingdom of dwarves... At this moment, every land of the Nordic gods can clearly hear the sound of this low-pitched horn. !

"You actually blew [Galar]?!"

God of War Tyre, whose body was bruised and bruised by Zhou Ping, suddenly changed his face, "Are you crazy?! God knows what effect this thing will have. Are you afraid that this disaster will involve you as well?"

Zhou Ping held the sword, looked into his eyes calmly, and smiled lightly,

"How do you know...we are not part of this disaster?"

God of War Tyre frowned, as if he wanted to say something, his only remaining shoulder was torn into pieces by the sword light, and blood shadows scattered all over the sky.

The severe pain twisted Tire's face crazily. He stared at the sky above his head. A sharp long sword rolled with a shocking sword intent, piercing through his skull like a thunderbolt. The fine sword light rolled, In an instant, his figure was stirred into a bloody mist!

The long sword flew out of the blood mist and fell back into Zhou Ping's palm. He glanced at Tyr, the god of war who was obliterated by the law of the sword, then turned around and rushed towards the other Norse gods around him.

……

"Heartscape".

Lin Qiye, who was drinking tea in the carriage, suddenly raised his head and looked at the singing birds and the fragrance of flowers outside the window.

"Did you hear anything?" Lin Qiye asked with a frown.

"I heard it." Cao Yuan nodded, and said with some uncertainty, "It seems to be... the sound of a horn?"

"It's [Jalar]." An Qingyu said firmly,

"They sounded the horn of disaster."

"The sound of the horn can actually penetrate Master's 'heart view' and directly reach our ears." Baili Pangpang said with emotion, "It really is a good treasure."

"Has the matter finally developed to this point..."

Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, "I don't know, what kind of disaster will it attract after [Galar] is activated?"

……

On the mountain of God.

Temple of God King.

"...Are you willing to follow me and rebuild a real Asgard?"

Odin's deep voice echoed in the empty hall, and Sol stood under the steps with a puzzled expression.

"The real Asgard?" Sol stretched out his hand and pointed to the boundless land of the kingdom of God outside the temple door. "Father, isn't Asgard right here? Why rebuild it?"

"Fake." Odin shook his head slightly, "Asgard, you, me, Sif...everything here is fake.

Not only Asgard, Great Summer Court, Sun City in Egypt, Temple of Heaven in India...everything in this world is artificially fabricated, and we don't exist at all!

Only by breaking down the barriers of this world can we go to the other side and rebuild a real kingdom of God there, a real Asgard! "

Odin's voice became louder and louder. Following his words, countless red worms in the eye sockets squirmed crazily, looking weird and hideous.

Sol couldn't help frowning at this scene.

"You are crazy, father." Sol took a deep breath and said solemnly, "You are completely crazy when you are with those Cthulhu lunatics!"

Odin's voice paused, and disappointment appeared in his eyes.

"So... you're rejecting me, Saul?"

Sol clenched his fists tightly, and after a moment of silence, he shook his head firmly:

"Father, I will not give you Asgard again...I will not let you destroy it."

Odin stood on the wreckage of the throne and looked at him quietly. After a long time, he closed his eyes complicatedly...

Om-! !

At this moment, the sound of a heavy horn came from a distance, echoing clearly in this towering palace of the god king.

Hearing this voice, Sol's face changed, and he looked back to the door,

"[Gallar]?"

Behind him, Sif's face was extremely pale. She muttered to herself, "A disaster...is going to befall Asgard?"

The sound of the calamity horn made Odin slowly open his eyes. The scarlet worm eye stared at the flowing clouds and the distance outside the palace gate, and sneered:

"Fate...hehe, has all this been settled long ago..."

Odin took a step forward, slowly walked down the steps, walked past Sol and Sif, and finally stood in front of the palace gate overlooking Asgard.

Thor stared at his figure silently, with a look of struggle in his eyes,

After a while, he still made up his mind, and he clenched his right hand holding Thor's Hammer violently, and thick thunder lights danced around him!

Thunder rolls, divine power surges!

Sol stood in a dark blue forest of thunder, his bright red cloak was windless and automatic, he said in a cold voice:

"Father, you should go... If you dare to attack Asgard, I will not sit idly by.

After all now...

I am the God King of Northern Europe! "

Odin looked down at Asgard at his feet, ignoring Sol who was fighting fiercely behind him, a broken robe of God swung slightly, and he spoke calmly:

"Sol... how long has it been since the mist descended?"

Sol frowned, hesitantly said: "More than 100 years?"

"More than 100 years..." Odin paused, he turned his head, the eyes crawling with countless scarlet worms gave Sol a meaningful look,

"Who do you think has been in charge of Asgard for more than 100 years?

A hundred years... Do you really think that I will not hold back at all? "

The moment Odin's voice fell, a strange scarlet color slowly brewed from the clouds above the mountain...