Odin, the supreme god of the Ass god clan in Norse mythology, is regarded as the king of the gods, the king of the dead, the god of war, the god of power, and the god of magic.

Chu Zihang had never read less books about Norse mythology, and he had imagined what Odin looked like—but he never imagined that this mythical god would one day appear in front of his eyes.

Odin in front of him was a tall man, wearing a dark golden helmet, and his golden one-eyed shone in the shadows, illuminating the iron on his face; He was clothed with a gray cloak, and on the sides of the cloak was a silver like a star, and his heavy dark gold armor was stained with rain, as if it were coated with a glimmer of light; And in his hand is carrying a golden spear, the body of the spear is zigzag and freehand, the arc seems to be like a meteor across the sky, I believe that anyone who sees it will not doubt the speed of this spear swinging.

And the mount of this mighty god is the snow-white, eight-legged Pegasus named Sleibnir. The beast roared, its voice muffled and trembling.

"Human, you dare to collide with the gods."

On horseback, the guy who was suspected of being the god Odin spoke, his voice was not loud, but his majesty came like a flood. Rao is Chu Zihang has just awakened the dragon bloodline, and all functions have been greatly improved, and he feels very uncomfortable at this time. The sound is not only the eardrums, but also the spirit.

"There's no way around it, you know, it's inevitable to have a few accidents when driving on the road. You can't be a good driver without experiencing accidents. ”

The man was still frivolous, but his hand holding the knife was not so relaxed, and he looked at Odin on the throne a hundred meters away in front of him, and the group of Deadpools who surrounded him and Maybach on the elevated road, and his heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

The origin of this guy who claims to be the main god of Northern Europe, Odin, is unknown, but just by the fact that he can create an illusion that he can't even discover with super A-level blood, and can drive so many Deadpools, can it be concluded that this guy is at least above the second-generation species-the first-generation species? Or is it ...... Higher?

But the current time doesn't seem to allow him to think about anything anymore, even if he wants to talk about it, he has to wait for the situation to stabilize and both sides have their own chips.

"I know what you want, no problem - son, go to the trunk and take out a box with a black shell and a silver mark on it."

The man commanded Chu Zihang with a slightly sideways face, but he didn't see Chu Zihang moving in his spare eye, on the contrary, Chu Zihang was stunned there.

"That's right, classmate Chu, don't look at me so suspiciously, I can tell you very responsibly, what he said is indeed this box."

The relaxed and happy tone just didn't appear in the mouth of the man who was standing in the middle of the road with a katana - this abrupt voice was very young, making people feel hoarse like Chu Zihang, but with a bit of mature experience.

The crowd present (inhuman?) All eyes were on the man crouching on the roof of the car, dressed in a gray sweatshirt and black jacket, with a conspicuous red stand-up collar that accentuated his fair, youthful chin — and an elusive smile hanging from it. Above the bridge of the nose, there is only a vague shadow cast by the hood of the sweatshirt.

"Hey, don't look at me like that~ I'm a very introverted person~"

Mercer slowly stood up, then looked at the black box with the silver half-decayed World Tree insignia in his hand, and patted it, revealing a look of sudden realization. "Ah~ I see, you all want this box! If you want it, you can discuss it with me~ Why make such an unpleasant fuss with knives and guns? This society needs river crabs~"

Chu Zihang didn't move, because he was stunned by this dramatic bizarre development and more mysterious and funny behavior than that man; The man didn't move, and was more guarded against than the guy who seemed to be thinking normally but was acting and acting strangely, and the Odin in front of him; And Odin, whether it is the real Odin or not, this self-proclaimed god naturally has to maintain more calm and coldness than the "humble human". It just looked at the box, a flash of thought in its eyes.

The only thing that could be more of a movement was the Deadpool group: these low-level creatures whose intelligence had been corrupted by dragon's blood was staring at the box one by one, ignoring their human size and pale dead faces, which were literally huskies begging for food in a single group. Probably due to Odin's prior orders, Deadpool did not dare to step forward, and could only agitate anxiously to crowd each other and moan/moan repeatedly in simple dragon script:

"Thirsty...... So thirsty......"

"That box ......"

"I want it so much, I want ...... it so much"

"Eat...... Eat...... Eat them ......"

"Mouthwatering ......"

Mercer looked at the dead faces and laughed sarcastically, but also began to sneer, "Hey! I say, that guy sitting on horseback and pretending to be a force! You say you're a god? I can see you really want this box in my hand, so, what are your chips? ”

"Hey! It's not your box! You stole it! ”

Chu Dashao shouted a few times unconvinced in place, trying to defend the sovereignty of this box, but unfortunately, the people in the field were not as too young, too simple as him, not to mention whether there was anyone like him who thought like him, not even a person who took care of him.

"I will promise you life, power, and power." Odin said, waving the spear in his hand lightly, the golden spear slicing quickly through the air and finally lightly leaving a deep mark on the asphalt, as if to show its might. "God never lies."

"I didn't say you would lie," Mercer caressed the rough black surface of the box, as if interested in taking a look at what's inside, "but what you're promising is to turn me into these dead faces who are not even as intelligent as my janitor dogs?" This wishful thinking is inevitably too loud, isn't it? ”

He pursed his lips disdainfully, and these words made Chu Zihang suddenly feel that the scene had suddenly changed from a Hollywood magic blockbuster to a daily bargain in the Chinese vegetable market...... In a sense, this is also an ability?

"No, your bloodline will be better than theirs, and your power will be stronger." As if to enhance his persuasiveness, Odin stretched out a finger and gently gestured towards the Deadpool group, only to see that the low-level Deadpools who were still restless because of their thirst for blood were like being hit by the group silence technique and immobilization, and one by one stiffened their bodies and took three steps back. In addition to these low-level Deadpools, there is another group of Deadpools who don't seem to have received orders, so they stand still in the large group of Deadpools, and thus stay where they are.

There weren't many Deadpools coming out of the crowd, but Mercer could see that their faces weren't so pale anymore—they had a faint cyan pattern under their skin. Their eyes are cold, bloodthirsty, and silent.

"See that? Obey the throne of the gods, and you will receive more than they do. ”

Odin was very satisfied with this group of high-level Deadpools, and his words were full of pride - like toys for children to show off their awesomeness, these high-level Deadpools are its proudest creations,

Unfortunately, he ran into Mercer.

First of all, as a prototype that did not have dragon blood in his body for the time being, he could not feel the effect of dragon blood on him, nor could he feel the temptation/temptation of high blood; Secondly, the system still has the task of slaughtering and devouring Deadpool, and it must all fall on this group of dead faces. So......

"I'm sorry, but I was actually kidding you just now."

Suddenly, Mercer shrugged his shoulders and threw the box at the man holding the village rain—a scene that even Odin was stunned for.

"Personally, I still like humans - hybrids are good, but Deadpool can't. So, I didn't think we had anything to talk about at the beginning. Mercer jumped out of the car, and turned to Chu Zihang, who had been in a "brain can't turn" on the side, and said, "Let's drive away, it's not for you to participate next." ”

Chu Zihang looked at this strange guy who might be the same age as him, and then at the man he actually didn't know all along, gritted his teeth, and then rushed towards Maybach.

Odin didn't say anything in the face of this scene, nor did he make any other movements, but kept lowering his eyes, and the golden light in his eyes was slightly retracted. But everyone knows that it can't be that this guy is ready to give in or negotiate, it's just the calm before the storm at most. The onlookers also sensed the direction of the matter, and one by one began to sharpen their minions, ready to bloom bloodthirsty flowers.

The real battle is just about to begin.

(Thanks to the book friend [無dream生] for accumulating 300 Quge www.biquge.info coins to reward, and everyone is also welcome to put forward more opinions to build yì ~ It is also very good to correct mistakes.) For example, the book friend [Mentally Handicapped] pointed out his memory error in the zero effect of speech and spirit time. ）

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