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Joyce looked at him and felt a little funny, and didn't say anything else to Badr.

He nodded to the guards and walked into the temple.

As soon as they entered, someone closed the door, and then everyone exited. It seemed that Odin didn't want others to know about this conversation.

A white-haired old man stood in an empty place in the temple with his hands behind his back.

His back has an air of incomparable vicissitudes.

It's like, no, Odin at this moment is an old man who has gone through countless years of baptism.

The only one who was left was staring blankly at the portrait above, not knowing what he was thinking.

Today I am wearing casual clothes, so I look quite easy-going.

Joyce strolled up behind him with his hands in his pockets.

"Father of the Gods, everything I encountered in Niflheim, including my encounter with Garm, was it all premeditated by you?"

Joyce spoke his thoughts directly and his tone was very flat, making it unclear what his emotions were.

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the temple hall suddenly solidified.

It seemed as if a strong wind was blowing, causing his hair to sway in the wind.

The inexplicable emotion made Joyce frown. He didn't like being tricked.

However, this atmosphere did not last long.

"You are right. Originally, I wanted to let you go directly, but in Badr's plan, you were chosen by chance."

"Joyce, you don't have to hate him. After all, I am the one who makes the final decision."

"Ragnarok cannot fail. Although I know what you can do, my collaborators don't think so."

"Once this fails, maybe the Nine Realms will be restarted again. At that time, all the gods will forget everything, and even I may not be able to avoid it."

Odin spoke slowly and firmly, with deep resentment and murderous intent in his tone.

However, Joyce had no reaction to his words.

After the restart of the Nine Realms.

All the gods may really forget everything and the past grudges.

Those gods who participated in the battle will also forget their companions who died in battle.

But for him, the restart of the Nine Realms has no meaning at all.

Maybe he won't survive that day, who knows when will it be restarted?

Even if it is forced to restart, the Earth will still be supported by the Supreme Mage, and it will not be his turn to resist the banner of protecting world peace.

"What's going on with the ancient creatures in the Nine Realms now? And who is Garm?"

Joyce wondered again.

Odin sighed and turned around.

"Badr, Garm's true form, should have told you that he is a three-headed hell dog."

"When I was young, there were countless battles between us. Did you see his blindness? It was precisely because he mocked me as a one-eyed gangster, and then I gave him the same title."

Odin even laughed when he talked about this, as if he was remembering the fun things in the past.

"Then why did you choose him as your ally?"

Joyce felt a little strange. Could it be caused by external factors?

Hearing this, Odin couldn't help laughing.

"We understand each other, so I chose him. As for why? It's simple, because he is very powerful."

"And he can help me. Without him, I wouldn't be able to seal the North Sea Kraken so easily."

"It's a pity that poor Garm has been cursed by the Kraken. He will not be able to leave the Gniba Plain for the rest of his life. He can only stay in this one-third of an acre of land forever."

"Moreover, he will have to endure countless years of loneliness until the end of his life, unless he can completely end the North Sea Kraken."

"Because of these things, the two of us have completely cooperated."

Having said this, Odin paused, stretched out his hands to conjure two glasses of fruit wine, then walked up to Joyce and handed him a glass.

After taking a sip, he continued.

"There is a common enemy between the two of us, and that is the demon wolf Fenrir. His existence makes the connection between us deeper."

At the end of the sentence, a look of indifference flashed across Odin's face, and he looked at the air in front of him.

It was as if Fenrir was right in front of him. Every time he thought of this beast, his waist ached a little.

"Surtur will retrieve his eternal fire, the Kraken will awaken from its slumber, and Fenrir will devour the entire world."

"These monsters that have survived since ancient times will destroy the entire Nine Realms. This is their fate!"

"At that time, even us gods will be in danger. What we need to do is to destroy everything about them, let them die completely, and break the curse of Ragnarok!"

"So, we must unite to resist foreign enemies."

Odin's tone was full of coldness and murderous intent.

After hearing this, Joyce was silent for a while, and then spoke again.

"Aren't you afraid that if you do this, it will cause a backlash from the entire world?"

"It doesn't matter, I'm not a soft persimmon, and those so-called gods don't have it easy either."

"And those monsters are not ordinary beasts. They are all divine beings. Even the gods cannot easily suppress them. Otherwise, why would Ragnarok be carried out with the help of so-called prophecies?"

Odin snorted coldly, as if he was dissatisfied with what the person behind the scenes was doing.

"They are not afraid of divine punishment, and their strength is far beyond your imagination."

If I fail this time, maybe, I will become a sinner in Ragnarok and be criticized by thousands of people. "

After hearing these words, Joyce said nothing more.

He knew that what Odin said was definitely not to scare him.

Moreover, what Odin said was very true. He also knew that those monsters were not something that people of his level could deal with.

"Okay, it's getting late. Don't think too much and put pressure on yourself. You're still young and it's still early, right?"

Odin's tone returned to calmness and he began to comfort Joyce.

"Many things are recorded in the memory stone, and you will naturally know it. As for the rest, I don't want to tell it from your mouth."

"You also know that once these things are leaked, we will face a disaster, so I hope you can keep it a secret."

"Well, I see."

Joyce nodded, knowing exactly what he would face in the future.

"Okay, go ahead. I have to say that your set of holy robes looks very good. If I were young, I might have made the same set."

Speaking of this, Odin suddenly showed a nostalgic expression on his face.

However, this expression was fleeting, and Joyce didn't notice what the expression on Odin's face just now meant.