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At this moment, Asgard is still in a state of preparation for war.

But the gods in the Golden Palace were arguing over who was the enemy.

The gods, led by the god of light Balder, believed that all this was Loki's conspiracy. After all, he himself had died as a result of Loki's conspiracy and had his body pierced by mistletoe.

He was also angry because his mother, Frigga, was now on Loki's side.

Taking all these factors into consideration, Balder believed that it was absolutely possible that Loki sacrificed Garm to confuse their vision.

Loki, the cunning god of fire is always good at manipulating everything in secret and throwing the gods into chaos.

Balder's voice echoed in the temple, his words full of firmness and determination: "We must be vigilant of Loki's every move and must not let his conspiracy succeed again."

However, the guardian god Heimdall and the god of wisdom Mimir hold different opinions.

Heimdall's perception ability surpasses that of all gods. He can feel the powerful force penetrating the nine realms and shaking the hearts of every living being.

Mimir also felt that it was impossible for Loki to possess such power.

Arguments between the two sides continued in the temple, each god insisted on his own point of view, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

Finally, the old man sitting on the throne, Odin, the father of the gods, raised his hand, and his voice echoed in the temple like thunder: "Alright, alright, children, our enemy has always been very clear. Ragnarok is the fate between us, Loki and his descendants. Don't let other things distract your vision."

Odin's gaze seemed to penetrate time and space, and his words were full of authority and wisdom.

He knew that no matter what happened, the gods must unite, and this time, Ragnarok was their turn.

Then, he turned his gaze to Tyr, the god of war who had faced that power directly: "How is the situation in Valhalla?"

Tyr felt a little ashamed. He lowered his head and said in a heavy voice, "Odin, Valhalla has fallen and the Rainbow Bridge has been trampled to pieces. Now we can't sense or go to Valhalla."

His heart was filled with loss and self-blame. As the God of War, he failed to protect Valhalla, and it was his responsibility.

Odin's eyes flashed with worry, but his voice remained firm: "Then we must regroup our forces and prepare for the upcoming challenges. The prelude to Ragnarok has begun, and we must be ready for Asgard and the Nine Realms."

After saying these few words weakly, he waved his hand and asked everyone to disperse.

But in the end Thor stayed where he was. He walked over to the old man and knelt on one knee.

"Odin, perhaps we can try to contact that outsider. He seems to have anticipated the existence of this catastrophe."

"This is not a catastrophe, child. This is the clarion call for the Aesir to regain their rule over the North."

Odin rubbed his forehead tiredly, as if he had not yet truly recovered to his perfect state.

"Odin." Thor remained kneeling, "If there really is such a powerful force that wants to destroy the Nine Realms, then we cannot disperse our fighting power on Loki."

The old man's one eye, as if penetrating the depths of time and space, slowly moved upwards and looked at his son kneeling on the ground.

Even kneeling, Thor looked much taller than Odin, but his heart was filled with anxiety and fear.

"Speak your mind." Odin's voice was calm, yet carried an irresistible command.

Thor hesitated for a moment. He knew that his idea might anger his father, but for the future of Asgard, he mustered up the courage to say, "Perhaps we can talk to Loki, or to that outsider..."

"I've already said it before, there's nothing to discuss."

"Odin! You should know that such power cannot be from Loki, so..."

"Enough!" Odin's roar was like thunder, instantly echoing in the hall and making Thor's eardrums hurt.

Boom—thunder suddenly roared, and the sky of Asgard began to roll and twist, with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, as if the whole world was shaking in his anger.

"How dare you!" His voice was old but increasingly powerful, mixed with a terrible echo, like an ancient curse, which made people shudder.

"How dare you propose peace talks with Loki! Thor! Where is your glory!! Where is everything you defend!?" Odin's anger erupted like a volcano. His shadow gradually lengthened in the hall, and finally enveloped the entire Golden Palace, shrouding everything in darkness.

Thor lowered his head and said no more.

He knew that he had angered his father and any excuses would be futile.

Odin slowly sat back in his chair, and everything around him returned to calm. But there was still a flame of anger flashing in his eyes, as if it would burst out again at any time.

He raised his hand and waved, "Gather your forces and go to Svartalfheim. We need the dwarves' allegiance."

There was a hint of fatigue in his voice.

"Yes, Odin." Thor stood up slowly and looked at the old man on the seat. He felt a little dissatisfied in his heart, but he knew that this was his responsibility and he had to complete it.

Thor let out a breath of dissatisfaction, turned around and walked out of the hall with heavy steps.

After Thor's figure turned into thunder and disappeared in the square outside the temple with a deafening roar, Odin's gaze penetrated the splendor and light in the hall and looked at the corner shrouded in shadow.

His voice echoed in the empty hall. Not only did it not have the terrifying pressure from before, but it instead had a sense of old powerlessness.

"Hodel, Hodel!"

Following Odin's call, a figure wrapped in a black robe slowly emerged from the darkness.

Hoder, the god of darkness, had his eyes wrapped in black cloth. Even in the meeting of the gods just now, he was always hiding in the darkness, like an elusive shadow, not noticed by anyone.

Hoder knelt before Odin's throne. His voice was low and hoarse, with an imperceptible tremor: "Father..."

"Go to Jotunheim with your brother Balder. I want to make sure those damned giants don't betray us again."

Odin's words carried an unquestionable command, and his voice was like the cold wind in winter, biting and chilling.

"...As you command, father."

Hoder's answer was brief and firm, even though he knew about the grudge between him and Balder. The past in which Loki deceived him and killed Balder with mistletoe had always been an indelible rift between the brothers.

Hodel stood up, his black robe fluttering gently in the breeze of the hall, as if absorbing all the light around him.

He turned around and slowly walked towards the exit of the hall. Although his steps were slow, they were extremely firm.

He knew that no matter what the past was between him and Balder, they had to put aside their personal feelings for the sake of Asgard and the battle of Ragnarok.

Balder, the god of light, and Hoder, the god of darkness, are brothers who follow each other like shadows and echo each other.

Their existence symbolizes the light and darkness of the North and is an indispensable force in Asgard.

When they return together from Jotunheim, they will once again control the light and darkness of the North and prepare for the coming Ragnarok.

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...

At this moment in Alfheim, the thunder and rainstorm have completely dissipated.

Fenrir knew that this meant that Thor had gone to another world. He turned to Li Muhan and asked.

"Destroying Valhalla doesn't seem to be enough to convince Odin."

Li Muhan nodded: "This old guy hates you more than I thought."

Frigga opened her half-closed eyes and said, "I can sense that two forces are heading towards the kingdoms of giants and dwarves, Fenrir, we must act quickly."

Fenrir nodded, looked at Li Muhan and said, "Small fights won't shake Odin. We must let him know the seriousness of the problem."

"Then we'll hit the snake at its most vulnerable part." Li Muhan pointed to a point on the map spread out on the table.

"Let Bai Hai attack the World Tree directly."