The gray dragon hovered over the Asgardian Mountains.

It had a burning flame on its chest, and it had been dormant in the continent of Icadia for decades, and it was hard to find two qualified sacrifices, but they slipped away under its nose.

How did the dragon not get angry.

It didn't dare to imagine what kind of terrible punishment would come down if His Majesty the Divine Emperor knew that he was so lazy and incompetent.

So when it sensed the huge energy coming from the middle of the mountain range, its first reaction was not to be frightened, but to chase after it without hesitation.

With the dragon's extraordinary intuition, it keenly sensed that this power should be related to Constantine.

In order to vent the resentment in his heart, during the flight, the gray dragon also threw a few destruction balls of light towards the bottom of the mountain range from time to time, overturning a large area of snow forests and mountains, and watched the demonic beasts on the ground howl one after another under its mana, before revealing a satisfied and cruel smile.

"Human, prepare to die!"

The gray dragon flapped its wings, turned into a small gray dot, and flew towards the main peak, and its sharp eyes had noticed that there was a slender crack in the wall of the main peak, leading to the foot of the mountain, as if it was chopped by the axe of the gods, and its familiar power fluctuations came from it.

Constantine was here, and the dragon's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light appeared in his vertical pupils.

At this moment, two bright rays of light poured out from the cave, one was a gentle and pure pale gold, and the other was a dark red as fiery fire.

Two sword rays tore through the air, illuminating the woods at the foot of the mountain, slashing at the dragon in the sky.

"Hmph"

The dragon snorted humanely, sounding like the wind in a gloomy canyon.

In the face of two powerful magic slashes, it slapped down with one claw without blinking, and the dragon's claws were stained with blazing gray magic flames, falling on the two sword qi, bursting out with a thunderous sound, and dazzling energy brilliance bloomed in the sky above the mountain range, like fireworks on a celebration day.

It's just two human sanctuary domains, and as a member of the High Dragon Clan, he doesn't care about it.

Soon, however, the gray dragon's face changed.

These two sword qi actually slashed its flames, and not only that, but they also managed to submerge into its scales, injuring its noble dragon body.

The long-lost pain spread in the dragon's palm, and two sword marks appeared on the part of the sword light piercing.

Looking at the specks of gray blood and two straight scars on the claws, the angry gray dragon let out a ferocious roar, and in its roar, a fierce wind suddenly set off at the foot of the main peak, and the sand and rocks flew in an instant.

It, a noble dragon, the ruler of the sky, an being at the top of the biological chain, was wounded by two tiny humans with their swords?

"How dare you hurt my body, stupid human, I will make the two of you sacrifices to His Majesty the Emperor as well. The gray dragon glared viciously at the two figures that appeared in the mouth of the cave below, and let out a death announcement with a roar comparable to thunder, and the terrifying pressure enveloped the main peak of the mountain range.

"Our attack just now should have hurt it, right?" looked at the gray dragon flying and roaring in the sky, Roland lowered his Holy Cross sword and asked with a frown.

"I don't know if your attack will work, but my sword must have worked. Ziegfei's answer was as confident and heroic as ever, and the blade of the Dragon Slayer Demon Sword in his hand pointed at the gray dragon, and he did not hide the excitement and battle intent in his eyes.

"Then keep the attack just now, force it away from the main peak of the mountain range, and don't let it interfere with Constantine. Roland said flatly, although he was surprised why dragons appeared in the Asgard Mountains, but now was not the time to dwell on this issue. "This is what the elf senior ordered. ”

Siegfried sneered, "It's naïve, you and that old man are so wrong, we can't repel it." ”

"Then what do you say? Let it rush into the Crystal Temple, and then join forces with that elf senior to deal with it. ”

Roland frowned, "This is also a feasible tactic, after all, that elven senior can't seem to leave the main hall, but fighting in the main hall is likely to interfere with the ritual that Constantine is undergoing, how do you ensure that you can effectively control the risk?"

Siegfried snorted disdainfully, like the dragon's snort, "Wrong again, you idiot, of course we can't repel it, to be precise, we should have slaughtered this guy directly outside." ”

Roland: "........"

........

on the altar.

Constantine hovered above the altar, clutching the seven-colored crystal pillar in his hands.

The waves under the altar have stopped roaring, the nebulae in the sky have stopped changing, and everything in heaven and earth has quieted down, waiting for the historic moment that is about to fall.

In the depths of his soul, the seven-colored torrent swept through mightily, and in just a moment, it engulfed the pitch-black spiritual sea, and in front of this incomparably magnificent and magnificent seven-colored torrent, the spiritual power of the Constantine crown-level magician was like a stream in front of the ocean, which was covered in an instant, and could not even splash a ripple.

The main consciousness belonging to the teenager is like a light fallen leaf, rising and falling with the surging of the seven-colored light stream, wandering above the sea of stars, and sinking into the endless abyss in the next moment.

The current scene is very similar to the scene on the top of the Heavenly Mountain, where the Pope used the [Oracle Technique] to pour a huge amount of divine power into his body, but this time it was different, this majestic power rushed into Constantine's spiritual world, and with a proud attitude, coldly washed away his soul, so it was even more dangerous.

In the sea of consciousness, Constantine struggled in the torrent of seven colors.

Countless complicated memories and knowledge were wrapped in the seven-colored light stream, whistling past him, and hundreds of millions of years of time were squeezed into a thin stream of light, engulfing Constantine completely, unable to breathe, and drowning in countless mysterious and obscure runes, numbers, lines, patterns, light and shadow.

In this ocean of memory and knowledge, even a drop of water was far beyond his rational understanding, and under the overload of his thinking, Constantine's already little spiritual power was quickly depleted.

He felt like he was going crazy, and his soul was even going to burn.

However, the seven-colored light flow in front of him is still endless, endless.

His soul was torn apart by the impact of the seven-colored light stream, exploded and shattered again and again, and then recovered and reassembled again and again, but it did not dissipate.

The pain experienced during this period is even more intense than the world's most extreme imagination.

Subconsciously, no..... Because Constantine had completely lost consciousness.

The soul has been destroyed countless times and reborn countless times, constantly reincarnated, like the man in the mythological fable who kept pushing the stone up the hill and finally watched the stone fall.

I don't know how long it took.....

Starry runes emerged in the night, surrounding his broken soul and forming his true name--- Odin.

The flow of light stopped surging and gradually calmed down, and a colorful stream of starlight slowly flowed out of the sea of light, and began to repair and reshape the young man's torn soul.

Soul re-creation, a scene that had never been seen before in the history of magic, and even the most powerful and heretical dark mages would not dare to conceive of such an experiment, but it happened in Constantine's body.

The new soul is far more magnificent and magnificent than ever, and it incorporates most of Constantine's original memories and main personality, but unlike the past, this new soul has a lot of memories and knowledge that do not belong to human beings, as well as ways of thinking.

.......

A sea breeze blew.

The young man slowly opened his eyes, his eyes had turned starry blue, as deep as the starry sky, and countless tiny runes flashed in them.

The newborn being stood quietly, gazing at the world with new eyes like a newborn baby.

After a few moments, he recalled his name in this world: Constantine Eliotgard.

For him now, this is just a code name with a faint taste of northern wind and snow.

And his real name is Odin.

But now, he was still going to think of himself as Constantine, and instinct told him that it might be more beneficial to keep the name and personality for future action.

"Odin" unconditionally trusts in his instincts, which are part of his instincts.

As soon as this thought moved, in the real world, the will belonging to Constantine came back and returned to the young man's body.

Constantine stared at the crystal pillar in his hand in amazement, and the fragment of this ancient artifact lay incomparably quietly in his hand, exuding an incomparably magnificent seven-colored brilliance.

What exactly is this artifact?Constantine subconsciously asked a question, and the newborn soul gave the answer.

A rune appeared in the depths of Constantine's eyes, and some vague images, and a voice in the depths of his soul told him: this is the fragment of a mythical weapon lost in ancient times, there are four pieces in total, and this crystal pillar is one of them.

The original owner of the weapon is none other than Odin in his real name, and the name of this weapon is .....

"Kungunir. Constantine muttered to himself, subconsciously reading the syllables of the rune in the continental lingua franca.

Memories tell him that in the Age of Mythology, this weapon called Kungunir was made from the branches of the World Tree.

Therefore, the seven-colored crystal pillar that Constantine was holding in his hand at this moment, that is, the fragment of Kungunir, was itself part of the World Tree.

Fragments of mythology.