"Maybe we should do something!" The old god in the middle whispered, the voice like a demon's dream, like an illusion of nothingness, the oldest of the gods, but it had been defiled by the Fall.

"Hela is dead, we have to pay attention to ourselves, after all, we are no longer strong." Another illusory old god responded, the tentacles on his cheeks shaking, drops of slime falling.

"But the ranch can't make mistakes, I can't stand this ugly gesture, I'm a god of beauty!" An ugly old god roared hysterically, unlike other calm old gods, this old god was so crazy, crazy and disgusting! Evil!

"Enough, Freya, watch your posture." The old god in the middle heard the roar of the old god who called himself the god of beauty, and drank it coldly.

"Hahaha, gesture, do you still think that we are once noble gods? We are scavenging vultures, hyenas gnawing bones, the condensation of anything ugly, except that we are no longer noble or beautiful. "One of the Old Gods' words was harsh and harsh, which made all the Old Gods feel a little commotion.

"But we're still alive, and everyone else is dead, Frey, Baldel, Holdel, Thor, and Loki." A deep voice sounded, and the illusory ancient gods seemed to laugh, as if they were complacent.

"Unprovoked quarrels don't lead to any useful opinions, what we need is a solution to the problem." The ancient Shinto with harsh words.

"Then kill the spoiler!" The roaring Old God responded.

"But who goes? You? Or me? Or you! The mean-spoken Old God pointed at the roaring Old God, pointed at himself, and finally at the Old God in the middle.

"Let me go, I will stir up the wrath of Sirte, who has Levadin in his hands, and there is nothing more than this to catch Sirte's attention." The illusory old god said.

"The Staff of Destruction, the Sword of Destruction, can indeed arouse the resentment of the old immortal of Sirte." The ancient god in the middle rarely showed his emotions, jealousy, resentment, and a hint of uncertainty.

"Hehe, Odin, are you envying Sirte's immortality? That ridiculous gesture. The mean-spoken Gu God sneered. and reveals the face of the highest status of the old gods.

"Ho, envy." Odin didn't care about the mean-spoken Old God, but only whispered something that seemed to be mocking.

Sirte, the king of the fire giants of the Fire Nation, is also the most powerful branch of the giants.

In Norse mythology, the relationship between giants and the gods is very intimate and strange, they are relatives, but they are hostile to each other.

The gods thought that the giants were savage, rude, ignorant, and the scum of the scum; The giants, on the other hand, resent the arrogance of the gods, believing that they were traitors who had killed the great giants' ancestors.

Norse mythology shares certain similarities with the mythology of the Celestial Empire. It is said that at the beginning of the world, there was no heaven or earth, and in the thick fog, there was only a Kinlunga chasm, and the north of the chasm was Niforheim, the "land of fog", and there was a spring named Hevagmir, which was the source of all rivers, and the water of one of the rivers was said to be highly poisonous.

To the south of the chasm is Musberheim, the "Land of Fire". In the midst of the heat and ice, Yumir, the ancestor of the frost giants, and a giant cow named Odembula were born. Ymir survives on the milk secreted by Odembra, who licks the salt grains on the ice.

After that, Ymir's body conjured the Wisdom Giant Mimir and the Giantess Bestra, the family of the Frost Giants. In addition, under the licking of the cow, the ancestor of the gods appeared in the ice. Bulli gave birth to Bauer, and Bauer and the giantess Bestra gave birth to Odin, Vili, and Vi.

The giants and the gods are quite at odds, and the two sides provoke a war. When Ymir was killed by the gods and the giants were defeated, the remaining giants fled to Jotunheim, where they continued to hate the gods.

The gods used Ymir's body to decorate the earth and the sky. Ymir's head became the sky, the brain marrow became clouds, his body became the earth, his blood became the ocean, his bones became mountains, and his hair became trees. When Yumir's body decays and grows maggots, these maggots become elves and gnomes.

Odin ordered four gnomes with strange powers to support the four corners of the sky. Ymir's eyebrows are used to create a wall that encloses the "atrium".

Then Odin captured the flames of Muspelheim, turned them into stars, moons, and suns, and determined the movement of the seasons. And the gods took ash branches and made men, and elm branches made women. The male is called "Asker", and the female is called "Embra". Odin gives them life and soul, Willy gives them reason and movement, and Wei gives them feelings, appearance, and language. This is the ancestor of mankind.

Because the gods have the blood of giants in their blood, they are not immortal and must regularly eat golden apples to sustain their lives.

But the golden apple tree also has its own lifespan, after about 100,000 years, the golden apple tree withered, and the gods without the golden apple entered the aging process, and in this aging process, some gods could not bear the passage of their lives, so they chose to make a deal with the evil gods outside the territory.

Thus Ragnarok was born, and the fire giant Sirte, who had existed since the beginning of the world, stepped out of his kingdom and burned everything with the sword of fire.

At that time, Asgard was vast, with towering mountains and continuous Great Wall, but with the arrival of the end and the resurgence of reincarnation, in the repetition of I don't know how many times, only the seemingly small territory remained.

And because the ancient gods did not die completely, the three-headed beast representing Ragnarok, the fire giant, and the black dragon did not die either.

And here, at the root of the World Tree, next to the Fountain of Wisdom, the Old Gods of Asgard's destruction reunited, turning their backs on their blood and glory, either out of hatred or vanity, and choosing to perpetuate their lives in the way they once most despised.

But just as human beings rarely have the courage to commit suicide a second time after committing suicide for the first time, these ancient gods have long forgotten their vows in the long years, and some have only one belief, live! Stay alive! Stay alive!

No matter what means you use, no matter what you look like, whether you are good or evil, as long as you can live.

"It's ugly!" The harsh words of the caustic gods wafted through the dark space.

"Braji, your dexterous tongue wants to be cut off." Freya looked at Bragi, the god of poetry, in disgust, and scolded.