The Dragon That Devours the World

His face was deeply tired and at a loss, while looking at the new king in front of him, the wise giant calmly put down the sheepskin roll in his hand, and then looked at him and said slowly.

　　 "Everything is destiny."

"The twilight of the gods is destiny, and you become the king of gods is also destiny. Odin's death is destiny. Everything in the universe has already been arranged by destiny. Gods and mortals can't escape this destiny The chains of fate."

"Before the evening of the gods, Odin asked me whether the things he was thinking in his heart would succeed. I knew that what he wanted to ask was whether he could reshape a new world after the destruction of the old world. At that time, I said no. Said, he thought it was because it was possible, but in fact... it was because the new **** king in the future would not allow me to speak out and tell the ending of the universe's destruction."

　　 He said softly.

　　 In front of this intelligent giant who can know all the possibilities, the past, the future, and the present are all one, there is no difference.

　　 But in front of him, Loki's face gradually became gloomy.

　　 "Why do you think I don't allow you to speak out?"

　　 "Because I have already seen, I have seen the doomed future."

　　 "If I allow you to say it?"

　　 Loki said word by word.

　　 "You can't do it."

　　 However, Mimir shook his head, his tone was extremely conclusive, he raised his head and looked at the new **** king in front of him and said.

"Just like the Twilight of the Gods, you and Odin tried your best to stop the Twilight of the Gods from coming, but it has come after all, because this is fate... Loki, you tell me, you really allow me Say it?"

　　 Looking at the wise giant in front of him, Loki's face became ugly, his fists slowly clenched, and his long nails penetrated into the flesh and blood without knowing it.

　　 "Then why did I first meet Odin?"

　　 "Because of fate."

　　 "What is the cause of Ymir's death?"

　　 "Because of fate."

　　 "What is the cause of the twilight of the gods?"

　　 "Because of fate."

　　 "……"

　　 "Then I am here to ask you, why is that?"

　　 "You are asking me here, also because of fate."

　　 No matter what Loki asked, Mimir just closed his eyes and answered calmly like a mechanical puppet.

　　 And obviously, Mimir's answer did not satisfy Loki at all, his fists were clenched tightly, and unspeakable anger filled his heart.

　　 "Fate...destiny? Ha...hahahaha..."

　　 He was so angry that he laughed, and the new **** king looked at the wise giant in front of him, and he was already extremely angry.

　　 "Mimir, why don't you tell me directly, I'm just a puppet in the hands of destiny?"

　　 Hearing this, the old wise giant slowly opened his eyes, then looked at the **** king in front of him, his old eyes were as quiet as a lake, and said word by word.

　　 "Loki...what makes you think you are not a prisoner of fate?"

　　The words of the wise giant are not big, but they directly make Loki's movements stagnant.

　　 Looking at Loki in front of him, the wise giant said quietly.

　　 "You are trying to interfere with fate with a soul outside the domain, but... haven't you ever thought that your attempt to resist fate itself is destined?"

　　 "Life is destiny, death is destiny, obedience is destiny, inverse is destiny, everything is destiny, and everything is already destined in the dark,"

"Your struggle is far more than this time. In all the past and future, you are trying your best to resist fate. I saw that you personally contributed to the reconciliation with Odin and continued that golden age for millions of years. , But one day, the youth tree withers, the gods are old and die, and the world cannot escape the dusk of the gods after all."

"I saw that you have become the king of gods, trying to lead the remaining gods to open a new world again, re-stabilize the world tree, and shape a new world, but only ten thousand years later, the new young gods have fallen into depravity again. And in the midst of decay, this time, your heirs and those giants are also about to move in the world of death, the big snake once again crawled out of the abyss of death, the devil wolf is majestic, trying to completely swallow the gods... everything is just postponed Ten thousand years."

　　 "You are destined to resist destiny, destined to overthrow the destiny attached to you, Loki, you are a prisoner, like Odin, like this world, you are just a prisoner imprisoned by destiny."

　　 "A traveler who goes out, no matter what kind of road he walks on the way, what kind of scenery he has seen, but in the end, his end point can be determined...This end point is the destined destiny."

　　 Mimir looked at Loki, who clenched his fist tightly in front of him, but only sighed. Then, he gently picked up the sheepskin scroll he had placed beside him, and said.

　　 "This is what I wrote before you came, take a look."

After 　　 said, he threw the sheepskin roll in his hand to Loki.

　　 Loki stretched out his hand to catch it, and then, he lowered his head, but only at the first glance... the pupils of the **** king shrank for it.

　　 "Rocky:'Mimir.'"

　　 "I: ‘Your Majesty the King of God...you have failed Odin’s trust.’"

　　 "Rocky: ‘Mimir, tell me what is destiny.’"

　　 "……"

On the non-heavy sheepskin scroll ~www.readwn.com~ it clearly reads every conversation between him and Mimir, and every conversation has no omissions, and watching these conversations, Loki clenched tight The lips and the hand holding the sheepskin roll were shaking unnaturally.

　　He seemed to see an invisible and huge thing pouring out of the sheepskin scroll in his hand...

　　 The absolute existence called "Destiny" that rules everything.

　　 "This...this is just a spell you cast."

　　 Although Loki tried his best to cover up, the trembling tone and the dazed heart were still difficult to conceal in the seemingly calm voice.

　　 Mimir shook his head and said softly.

　　 "Loki, you also know spells. You should see that I didn't cast any spells to deceive you."

　　 Listening to Mimir's words, a trace of complexity flashed through Loki's eyes.

　　 He understood that Mimir did not cast a spell to deceive him, but because of this, it made him more unacceptable.

After a long time, he took a deep breath, and then resolutely dropped the parchment scroll in his hand, no longer looking at the parchment scroll that wrote his own destiny, looking at the wisdom giant sitting quietly in front of him by the wisdom fountain. There was a certain inexplicable complexity in his eyes, as if sitting there was not an old man, but fate...

　　 Then, he stretched out his hand to Mimir, as if holding something in his hand.

　　 "Mimir, there is a baby bird in my hand. Tell me, is it dead or alive?"

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