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Bergmere opened his eyes in the darkness. He did not stand up immediately. He just slowly raised his body with his hands and held his breath. He observed the darkness with nothing, searching for any threats.

A flash of fire suddenly lit up, and Bergmir quickly noticed the hairy, rough face of "Bakuro".

The guy didn't forget to light another cigar.

But thanks to a little fire, at least a small area in this darkness was illuminated.

Bergmire was in a trance. He began to feel that he was on a huge stage. The spotlight had not yet been turned on, and he, "Bakuro" or other actors were all waiting for the beginning of a drama. They were all here. The darkness awaits.

"Hey! Do you know where the hell we are? We can't really fucking die, right? Ha! This is really interesting!" "Bakulang" still didn't have any worried expression. He grinned and bit The teeth of the cigar reflected the faint firelight, and he seemed a little excited, because he had never experienced death. He, a madman who was not afraid of anything, was only infinitely curious about this, "By the way, the old immortal Odin Where did he die? I have to find his head! And don’t forget you owe me this bounty, man!”

Bergmire curled his lips helplessly. He ignored "Exploding Wolf"'s jokes. He stood up directly, then took two steps back, got as close as possible to "Exploding Wolf", and turned his back to "Exploding Wolf". This can be regarded as trust in "Bakuro". After all, there is no dispute between them, and "Bakuro" has no reason to kill Begelmir for the time being. The most important thing is that this immortal freak can help block Begelmir. A surprise attack.

This is simply an excellent human shield.

Bergmere's cunning eyes began to search this darkness. He felt that this place was somewhat familiar, and even brought back some long-forgotten memories in his head.

Or maybe those memories don't belong to him at all, but to his parents. After all, he is a giant and a god. Their memory and power inheritance are rooted in the blood, just like the fruits produced by a giant tree. Each fruit carries part of the gift or curse given by the giant tree. .

"The first world..." Bergmire muttered to himself.

"What the hell?" "Balang" asked boredly.

Bergmire did not answer, his face became serious and tense, and his muscles tightened again, but he lost his sword, and he could only draw out a short knife from his waist.

This is the cradle of the birth of the gods, and the beginning of life crawling out of darkness and beginning to create stories.

The river of thoughts flows from here towards the light, but this does not mean that this darkness has dried up. There are still some of the most primitive parts left here, those parts that have always remained silent.

This is of course not good news, because the things left here hate life. They think that life has abandoned them, leaving them alone in the darkness.

That is the most primitive god, that is the image that thought originally gave to darkness in fear and awe.

"There is nothing here, only some wreckage and some memories." Odin's hoarse and deep voice suddenly came clearly from the darkness.

"Damn..." Bergmire cursed inwardly in depression. He really believed for a moment that Odin died in the explosion of the infant universe.

But how is this possible?

Bergmere knew the fact that since he could survive, Odin would also be safe and sound.

The golden thunder struck down from top to bottom, and it seemed to penetrate the entire darkness through a gap, and then endless light began to spread from the gap.

The breeze also picked up at this time, and Bergmir even smelled the long-lost breath of the sea. This was a sign that the Father of Storms' anger was ignited.

Bergmeier licked his chapped lips, his throat was burning, and he felt as if he hadn't drank for a long time.

That's not a good sign, it's more like a last-minute reminder!

Odin's skinny figure slowly emerged from the center of the spreading thunder light. His tattered cloak was fluttering in the breeze. The Holy Spear of Gangnir held in his right hand stood in the darkness, and his left hand was pressed on the brim of his hat. Above, most of the face is blocked by the shadow under the brim of the hat.

"Bao Lang" chuckled. As he walked past Begnir, he pressed his fingers, making his joints "rattling". "Bakuro" doesn't care at all about what the two gods said about the first world and what is nothing. What he wants is very simple. Win this battle, take off Odin's head, and then force Bergmere to pay money, otherwise Forget about any plans for future travel adventures, he would be tearing Bergmere apart right now and using his head to find a buyer to pay back the money.

But "Bakuro" only took three steps before he stopped on his own.

Because "Bakuro" suddenly discovered a dim mirror standing not far in front of Odin, he soon saw countless mirrors illuminated by the thunder light summoned by Odin.

Bergmire also saw it, and his scalp was numb, because these things were not mirrors so much as boxes that did not reflect reflections at all.

Or a coffin.

The rectangular outline seemed to be one with the darkness and had existed for countless years. Although the marks of the stars and the moon looked childish and ridiculous, they were extremely permeable in Begelmire's eyes.

The most terrifying thing is the countless entangled intestines at the feet of Bergmere.

They covered the entire dark ground, but Begelmir had no feeling of stepping on them. They were like phantoms, not real existence.

"You just fucking said there's nothing here, One-Eyed Dragon!" "Bakuro" asked unceremoniously and rudely while biting his cigar.

Odin ignored "Bakuro" at all, and he also ignored Begelmir. He just slowly raised the Holy Spear of Gangnir in his hand, and pointed the tip of the spear at the dull mirror on the surface of the coffin in front of him. , he even opened his blind eye, "I am no longer old...I am no longer weak...Don't pretend to hide here, Chen. The 'Wild Hunt' will only end if I say it will end. I am the hunter." King! Not even Mandrake can stop my hunt! They all think they are hunters, they even think they can catch you, but I know that the hunter still needs the hunter to hunt down the prey, right? Come on! Let's do it End everything! One on one, fair and square! You have great power, maybe you will have a chance to win!"

The tip of Gangnir's holy spear suddenly shot out a piercing cold light, which pierced the dark mirror and shattered the entire coffin.

There was no sound as the sawdust flew away.

But what followed was a strange spectacle of all the coffins exploding one by one under the light of thunder.

Bergmere slowly opened his eyes, and he glanced at the phantom-like intestines at his feet. He swore that these disgusting things were squirming, like hibernating snakes waking up.

"Damn it!" "Bao Lang" also saw the intestines on the ground.

What followed was endless chatter, and the buzzing sound was like the chanting of the Brahma gods and Buddhas on the Patara Mountain.

"No... I killed Vishnu! I defeated Hari Hara!" Odin suddenly let out a sigh. For the first time, he looked with some shock at the figure sitting cross-legged among the countless flying wood chips and mirror fragments. A dark shadow.

Under the legs entwined by the dark shadow is a golden lotus that begins to bloom.

Bergmire swallowed. He wanted to run away, but now he wanted to see the outcome of this conspiracy.

The dark shadow slowly revealed the face of a thin white man with slightly gray hair. He had his hands clasped together, but he was not a monk, but his whole body was covered with blood-red scriptures and spells.

"Black Buddha..." Odin hissed through gritted teeth.