A faint smell of rust welled up in his throat, and even though he knew it was nothing more than a simulated reaction of the material shell to the current state of battle, it still made him feel something indescribable...... Shame.

Damn, that's his wife, a very ordinary diva who loves all kinds of jewelry, fluffy animals, and her kids, oh yes, and now I have to add to that the hobby of collecting stuffed animals.

But no matter what, how could she be so ...... Strong!

Yes, although I don't want to admit it, Frigga is already much stronger than he is in his normal state.

The battle between god-kings can be summed up in simple terms as the contention and erosion between 'being' and 'concept'. Solidify one's own existence, deprive or assimilate, or even simply destroy the adversary's constituent concepts. The various outward manifestations that extend from this are embodied in the visible quadrant of the void, which is the magnificent scene that the onlooker can see.

That's all they can see.

The huge mountain-like Ragdoll bear raised its round plush arms, its seemingly cute palms shining with the light of the fallen stars, and behind it, hundreds of Ragdoll bears that were indistinguishable from it except for their different coat colors also raised their arms, and the surging sea of deep purple energy was lifted high by them and smashed down hard.

It's incredible that two unremarkable Ragdoll snakes, well, this kind of thing can be liked by anyone, they turned into the strongest shackles, fixed him to the current space-time coordinate system, and a roaring black dragon puppet waved its wings from the bottom up, and all of this, including the Ragdoll Bear, including him, into its fanged maw that could devour heaven and earth.

She even hid a limited-edition collector's edition puppet from Niederhogg! Who bought it for her?!

The gray-white sea of wolves turned into countless blue soul shadows in the long howl of the giant wolf at the head, and they were shrouded in the cold flames that scorched the soul, the power of Hela, the vicious magic of death and decay. In the sea of magic that was as intense as a boiling mire, half alive, the other half dead and rotten, the illusory figure laughed silently, and she unleashed her bottomless terrifying magic, constantly strengthening these wolf spirits until they were difficult to look at.

Even though she knew, there was no point in doing so.

The battle between the god-kings was not something that a small true god like her could intervene in, or even just touch. But now she's just the last remnant of the influence that Frigga has sprinkled, and even once, if it's just enough to disgust the damn old man!

The Wolf of the End (doll version) named Fenrir only has a pair of verdant eyes, and all the rest of its body burns into pitch-black flames during the charge, this flame has the appearance of a wolf, has the voice of a wolf, and also has the power that fate will end all demon wolves, and even because of this burning, this power is forcibly sublimated to a level that is infinitely close to that of the god king.

Only a head and a fierce mouth of the Flame Wolf silently opened and closed its mouth, in its mouth, even the black dragon capable of destroying the World Tree was nothing more than a small lizard.

After a second, Odin smiled.

"I see," he said, "this is your room, I didn't recognize it at first, it's my fault, I'm sorry, Friggia." ”

Ignoring all the horrors that were coming at him, he just raised his hand and tapped lightly in the void in front of him, "Can you open the door and let me out, dear." ”

The magnificent palace called Finnsaril slowly reveals its true nature, and the place where he set foot is the largest main hall of the palace.

Looking around, Odin's eyes couldn't help but carry a little nostalgia, "Since that incident, I probably have ...... How many years have you not been here, Friggya, and I don't think that's how you got to like collecting puppets, right?"

He saw hundreds of adorable Tolmuet, some three-year-old versions with hammers and adult versions without hammers, thousands of Loki puppets, men's and women's, all dressed in all sorts of clothes, and, unsurprisingly, an old man Odin puppet left alone in a corner, "Ha...... I think it's good for you to be a puppet god. ”

All the attacks that came at him were in vain, and the various puppets scattered all over the place had an indescribable strange light in their eyes, staring at him deadly.

Through the thick golden gate, Frigga was silent for a moment, and then burst into an incomparably bright smile, "No, I won't open the door for you again, Odin, drown in this palace with your so-called dreams!"

"No, Friggia, you still don't understand me. Shaking his head in disappointment, Young Odin gently waved the Gungnir in his hand, and the cracks spread from beneath his feet in a never-ending manner.

This crack climbed up the mountain of puppets in the hall without discrimination, and also climbed up the golden pillars that supported the hall, and also climbed up the entire space.

Until everything is filled into a dark nothingness.

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"Tsk," shook his head in disappointment, and the giant god who overlooked all this happened was very dissatisfied, "This girl is simply a waste of her strength!

"Break this material shell of him, and the next one, and the next one, until he returns to his original conceptual form, and see what tricks he can play!

Rubbing her fingers, she resisted the urge to do it, forget it, a good person does it to the end, and you have to watch the full set of plays!

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The wriggling darkness stood still a step away from her, solidified into irregular nuggets scattered in the golden light of divinity.

"It's disgusting, Odin. ”

She covered her mouth and nose, and between her words, disgust was evident.

"But, don't you think I'm strong enough now?"

His voice was so low that it even triggered small-scale void eruptions around the two of them, and illusory worlds were constantly born in the process, and then disappeared in an instant.

"No, it should be said, you're not strong enough!"

Maybe it was because she heard the wind rich's complaints, or maybe it was the resentment in her own heart, but Frigga didn't say anything to him, just clenched her fists and smashed straight into the bridge of his nose!