nycdaug Chapter 469 Two Gods in One Body! (Page 12)
Chapter 469 Two Gods in One Body! (Page 12)
As she narrated,
The curiosity and food-craving on Baili Pangpang's face had vanished without a trace, replaced by a flushed anger. His fists clenched, and his teeth ground together.
It looked like he was about to rush out and fight Loki to the death.
Cao Yuan's expression grew even colder.
A faint black aura swirled around him, and his eyes surged with empathy for Si Xiaonan's plight and extreme killing intent towards Loki.
Even from the metal box floating beside An Qingyu, a very faint electrical noise, carrying a heavy sigh, came from Jiang Er.
Garan's face was filled with heartache and sadness.
The gentle smile on Zhang Yun's face had long since vanished, leaving only solemnity and reverence.
An Qingyu pushed up her glasses, her eyes flashing behind the lenses as she seemed to be rapidly analyzing every detail in Si Xiaonan's words.
Lin Qiye listened in silence throughout.
His expression didn't change much, but his tightly pursed lips and slightly heaving chest revealed his inner turmoil.
As Si Xiaonan's voice faded, and that dark and struggling past came to a temporary end, Lin Qiye took a deep breath, stepped forward, and stared intently at her.
His tone was extremely firm:
"So, you didn't really want to betray us, right? I know you, Sister Xiaonan, you're not that kind of person!"
Your nature, your heart, is absolutely not that of someone willing to submit to evil and harm their fellow countrymen!
His voice carried an unquestionable trust, a trust stemming from past shared experiences fighting side-by-side, and from an intuition.
It stemmed even more from his deep-seated understanding of her.
Si Xiaonan seemed taken aback by this straightforward and unwavering trust. She looked up, meeting Lin Qiye's gaze, a complex and slightly self-deprecating smile on her face, and asked in return:
"you sure?"
That smile contained bitterness, helplessness, a clear understanding of past sins, and also a hint of... probing.
"I'm sure!" Lin Qiye answered without hesitation, his answer firm and decisive, without the slightest doubt.
His eyes were clear and firm, as if they could dispel all the fog.
Just then, another gentle yet equally firm voice rang out.
It's Zhang Yun.
Looking at Si Xiaonan, that reassuring smile reappeared on her face.
"Sister Xiaonan, I'm sure too." His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a unique reassuring power and undeniable sincerity.
“Your eyes have never truly changed. Even when you did those things that seemed like betrayals, I could feel the deep pain and struggle within you.”
Lin Qiye and Zhang Yun's words,
Like two keys, they unexpectedly pried open a corner of Si Xiaonan's heart that had been frozen solid. She froze, stunned.
Staring blankly at the two "brothers" who trusted her so much, her eyes, usually covered by indifference and caution, revealed...
A sudden, violent ripple of light rose uncontrollably from the water.
She quickly lowered her head, trying to hide her emotional breakdown, and fell into a long silence.
A sweet, cloying breeze blew silently by.
A few colorful sugar crumbs were rolled up and landed on her slightly trembling shoulders.
After a long while, she seemed to finally manage to suppress the surging emotions.
When she looked up again, the vulnerability on her face had vanished, replaced by a colder, more resolute determination, as if she had made a momentous decision.
Her gaze swept over Lin Qiye,
His voice swept over Zhang Yun, over everyone who was watching her, deep and clear, each word carrying the weight of blood:
“Yes,” she said. “After all these years as Loki’s agent, struggling and pretending for so long… I’ve come to understand one thing.”
Her fist clenched silently, her nails digging deep into her palm.
"Only when Loki is completely dead and his soul is scattered can I truly gain freedom... and at the same time, I can avenge the countless people he has manipulated, harmed, and sacrificed!"
This sentence,
She spoke as if she had used all her strength, her words carrying the hatred and resolve accumulated over countless years, resounding powerfully on this twisted yet sweet land of Asgard.
At this moment, she was no longer the bewildered and helpless puppet, but revealed her long-hidden, poisoned fangs.
The target is the god of cunning who sits high on his throne.
The cloying yet eerie atmosphere of Asgard still lingered thickly in the air.
Lin Qiye and his group had just begun to recover from the heavy truth brought by Si Xiaonan.
We are preparing to discuss the next steps.
The candy buildings and food decorations around them no longer seemed absurd to them, but were now shrouded in a layer of unsettling cunning that belonged to Loki.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
Lin Qiye frowned sharply. He clearly felt a violent and unusual fluctuation coming from the Gods Mental Hospital in his own spiritual sea!
It was as if something was desperately trying to break free from some kind of constraint!
The next second, the space around him rippled like water, and a figure staggered and almost fell out!
It was a man, tall and slender, dressed in slightly worn but undeniably luxurious Norse divine attire.
The blonde hair was a little messy.
His handsome face carried a sleepwalking-like confusion and urgency.
He was holding a beautifully carved harp tightly in his arms. It was none other than Bragi, the Nordic god of poetry and music, who should have been "recuperating" in a mental hospital!
Bragi doesn't seem to have fully grasped the situation yet.
He shook his head vigorously, greedily inhaling the air of Asgard, his blue eyes, which were always filled with melancholy and poetry...
At this moment, however, I am filled with a strong, almost obsessive longing.
“Home…it’s the feeling of home…” he murmured to himself, then his eyes suddenly focused, filled with overwhelming excitement, “Eden! My Eden! I’m back! I’m finally back! I’ve missed you! I’ve missed you so much!”
He completely ignored Lin Qiye and the others beside him.
Like a wild horse that has broken free, driven by instinct and memory,
Suddenly, it sprinted off in one direction!
He was incredibly fast; his figure flashed between the bubblegum trees and ice cream parlors before disappearing from sight, leaving only anxious shouts drifting in the sweet wind.
"Hey! Bragi!"
"What happened? How did he run out on his own?"
Lin Qiye's expression turned grave as he thought to himself, "His obsession with 'going home' and 'finding Eden' runs too deep; he's temporarily broken free from the hospital's constraints... Follow him! Don't let him cause any trouble!"
The group immediately chased after the direction where Bragi had disappeared.
The further you go, the more "normal" the surrounding scenery seems to become. The overly sweet decorations gradually decrease, revealing the solemn and ancient architectural style that Asgard should originally have.
Finally, they followed Bragi to a relatively secluded temple complex covered with some kind of fragrant vines.
Bragi stopped in front of a small but exquisite palace.
The palace seemed to be protected by an invisible force, not completely eroded by the candy-like atmosphere of the outside world, but it also appeared exceptionally desolate and lonely.
"Eden! I'm back!" Bragi excitedly pushed open the unlocked temple door.
However, what came into view was a scene of dust and decay.
The magnificent curtains had turned gray and crumbled at the slightest touch; the exquisite furniture was covered with a thick layer of dust; and the air was thick with a musty smell.
The key is,
The walls were covered with layers upon layers of cobwebs, thick with ash and fuzz, which, in the dim light filtering through the doors and windows, resembled ghostly veils.
This place has clearly been uninhabited for a very, very long time.
“No…impossible…Eden is so clean…” The excitement and joy on Bragi’s face froze instantly, turning pale and incredulous.
He staggered through the empty palace, calling out his wife's name, but only hollow echoes and startled spiders scurrying away answered him.
“Eden! Where are you?! Answer me!” His voice went from urgent to panicked, and finally tinged with a desperate madness.
"Ah—!!!" He suddenly let out a long, painful, and unwilling howl, his divine power erupting uncontrollably, and his whole body transformed into a streak of light.
Soaring into the sky,
It began to hover wildly in the skies above Asgard like a headless fly, its divine sense sweeping across the land without restraint, frantically searching for any trace that might be related to the goddess of youth, Eden.
His anxious and painful cries echoed across the divine realm, even temporarily drowning out the eerie, sweet noises.
Meanwhile, deep within a secluded valley somewhere in Asgard.
This place seems to be a completely separate world from the outside world's twisted paradise.
There were no candies, no cloying aromas, only ancient rocks, babbling, crystal-clear springs, and a tranquil yet mysterious aura of destiny permeating the air.
Three goddesses sat around a spring that resembled a natural mirror. They were dressed in ancient style and each possessed a distinct temperament.
Suddenly, the goddess among the three, the one with the most petite and delicate figure, who seemed to be a girl who would never grow up—Scootie,
A goddess representing the future.
She suddenly opened her eyes, which were so clear they seemed to reflect the stars and the universe.
Her body trembled slightly, and an unprecedented look of astonishment appeared on her small, delicate face.
“It’s here…it’s here again…” Her voice held a childlike innocence, yet contained immense fear. “The threads of fate have once again become chaotic and dark…Ragnarok…the second end…the inevitable wave of destruction…is about to sweep across us once more…”
The other two goddesses—Virdandy, representing the present, and Urd, representing the past—changed their expressions instantly upon hearing this!
The spindles and threads in their hands came to an almost simultaneous halt.
Verdandy's mature and dignified face was filled with horror, while Urd's wrinkled face, a symbol of endless past, also revealed deep worry and solemnity.
“Scodi, what did you see?!” Verdandi asked anxiously.
Just then, the sky was filled with the frenzied and painful fluctuations of divine power, and Bragi's hoarse shouts rang out.
"Eden!" The voice echoed clearly through the valley.
Skuld suddenly raised her little hand, pointing to the golden streak of light in the sky that was bumping around like a headless fly. Her face was pale, but her voice was firm:
"Behold! The source of Ragnarok... has arrived!"
Verdandy and Urd looked in the direction she pointed, their gazes piercing through space and landing precisely on Bragi.
“Braghi, the god of poetry and music?” Verdandi frowned, her eyes filled with incomprehension. “How could he be…”
Their conversation was not deliberately concealed.
In addition, the commotion caused by Bragi was too great. Lin Qiye and his group, who had just tracked them down and were hiding behind rocks near the entrance of the valley,
I also clearly heard the words "Ragnarok," words that would terrify any Norse god!
"Ragnarok? What does that mean?" Lin Qiye was the first to emerge from his hiding place, his brows furrowed, his sharp gaze fixed on the three goddesses of fate.