Odin's reaction was so indifferent that Mercer began to wonder if he really had the same lethal parts as other dragons.

Even if you pierce the heart and brain, you don't have to die? Is this Odin in front of him really the ontology?

Regardless, since Odin had already made a gesture of non-resistance and answered, there was no reason for Mercer to continue stabbing him in the chest with his claws to see if he could kill him.

If it is not the enemy, then there is no point in desperately.

"You're anxious to know the truth."

Odin's voice finally lost the grandeur of deliberate persecution, and his bloodless left hand brushed Slebnir's head, emitting a faint light.

Slebnir twisted in discomfort, but the gold in its eyes grew brighter.

With Odin's movements, the sharp stones that pierced Slebnir's body were slowly expelled from the body, and the wounds deep in the bones stopped bleeding and healed quickly.

In just over a dozen seconds, the giant beast regained its previous lively appearance. The only difference is that it no longer provokes Mercer with its eyes and movements.

"Don't be in a hurry. Time is meaningless to our people—"

"But it's important to me."

Mercer straightened the twisted bones, and the mask on his face that had automatically condensed turned into diǎndiǎn black powder and disappeared. Gray hair gradually reverts.

"I need an answer, now."

Odin didn't reply immediately, but cleaned the spear of the remaining blood and put it back on his lap.

He always sits upright like this.

Slebnir straightened eight strong hooves, the lines of the muscles and muscles of his body were distinct, but he was also as motionless as Odin, like a lifelike work of art.

"You think it's important because you haven't seen it for what it is. Whatever way you become our race, you are too young. ”

"You don't understand, the so-called fate."

Odin's words spread out in the wasteland for a long time, obviously in the open space, but there was a faint echo in people's hearts.

What is the method of passing......

Destiny......

Moser Yiyu + dǐng + diǎn + small + said, .■.o≡s_(); I remember that in that magnificent and empty underground space, there was a strange sound of wind that was almost crying and almost screaming and shouting, there was rubble and black cinders everywhere, and there was the sweetness of blood in the air.

He lost her-

He devoured her.

When it comes to revenge, no dragon has nothing to do with her death, especially Odin, who is highly suspected of being behind it. He should have stabbed his claws into Odin's chest without hesitation, and the prototype was never a creature or a dead thing.

But that would hurt, fatally wounded.

will damage the only keel she left him, the king of the earth and the mountain.

“…… So, let's talk about what your so-called destiny is. ”

Mercer's voice was diǎn tired, as if something had suddenly been pulled out of his body, leaning weakly against the rock that had burst out of the ground. But after all, he will not choke with sadness, because the instinct of the body keeps him at the peak of his function at any time, and choking is an act of wasting his physical energy and reaction power in vain.

The archetype will not have tears.

"Fate dominates a qiē and decides a qiē."

Odin's cloak swayed backwards, as if in response to a call from the depths of the wasteland.

"In contrast, time never changes anything. Time is nothing more than a dispensable unit of measurement for fate. ”

The golden one-eyed dizzled the focus into the distance, and then quickly retracted.

"The more you experience, the more you will realize that time does not work for us. Among us, there may be races that care about power and power, blood, and other things, but they never care about time. ”

"Time is a treasure to the lower races, because their inferior bloodlines cannot fight against time."

"And what about fate?"

Mercer pursed the corners of his lips defiantly.

"Tell me, what do you think is the fate of the master Yiqiē, old god stick."

Odin was silent for a moment, not angry at Mercer's provocation. It is also difficult for him to feel such vivid emotions as 'joy, anger and fear'.

"Fate is, the enemy."

Without waiting for Mercer to speak, he continued to speak with contemplation.

"In countless hours, and meaningless long hours, we observe fate, grope for it, feel its direction, and finally try to change it - but in vain."

"Ragnarok?"

Mercer felt that Odin's words were very much in line with his status as a god-king in Norse mythology.

"That's a myth that doesn't fit well. But I revised the ending of the myth, so, as you think. ”

If the professor of the academy was here, he would be excited to hear this.

After all, the original book of Norse mythology, "Edda", is only a poem handed down by the ancient poet Tong Guò oral teaching, and there are many fragments, and there are still changes in the process of being lost, and the origin is completely unverifiable.

Now that Odin has admitted that he has dealt with this myth, then the hidden information of this myth is definitely rich.

Especially the ending.

"The appearance of the black dragon Nidhogg will end Ragnarok?"

Mercer came up with his own idea.

"It's not the black dragon, it's fate."

The flickering gold of Odin's single eye like a candle flame seemed to hide a deep thought like a mythical well of wisdom, "He is fate, he is despair—but no race knows who he really is." ”

"I am not fate. But I'm part of destiny too, and so are you. ”

Mercer met the menacing one-eye, trying to make sense of Odin's obscure assertions.

Determinism of fate?

In the original world, it seems to have been falsified long ago. But this is the world of dragons.

Her actions...... Was her death also caused by fate? ”

Mercer asked in a deep voice.

Odin was noncommittal, but straightened his slightly bowed body again, looking into the unknown distance.

"Whose fate is it?"

Odin remained silent.

After a long silence, only a still inexplicable answer came out.

"I'm not fate."

Perhaps even he is searching for the answer to the question 'Who is fate?'

"Fate is the enemy."

The only conclusion he came to was the last sentence.

Mercer opened his mouth, as if to ask something more, but he gave up.

"Aren't we enemies?"

"Fate is the enemy."

The implication is that only fate is the enemy? And who is fate? And what is it?

After a series of sharp edges, Mercer seemed to understand something, and when he thought about it, it seemed to be covered with an indiscernible mist. However, there is not much of a possible identity left for the enemy.

The claws, which are much harder than steel, pop out automatically, eager to tear something apart.

Odin did not reply, and after a moment of silent observation into the void, he clipped Slebnir's belly.

Without specific instructions, Slebnir immediately turned in a coordinated direction, and his upper body was half-upright, and he stepped hard over the surrounding circle of rocks that formed an obstacle.

With that still majestic roar, the white horse carried Odin away at a rapid pace.

Mercer looked at Odin, who came and went suddenly, and was a little silent.

The distant image is of a lonely and wandering monarch, or a samurai alone in the face of an army of thousands of people who will never return to make a final charge.

The air began to circulate.

The Nibelungen disappeared as abruptly as it appeared. So, Mercer smiled with relief when he saw the executive commissioners around him with "hellish it" expressions and the spears and cannons in their hands.

"O, hello. And, goodbye. ”

Sharp claws shine in the sun.

It wasn't destined to be a quiet morning.