Only Belorbog and Thor were left in the furnace, and only the secrets of each other were left in silence.

"What do you mean?"

Perron couldn't help but be attracted by what the God of Light said, and he completely ignored the little tricks that Beloberg had just played on him, and listened carefully to what he said.

"In the depths of the Styx, in the dark straits where the sun does not shine, there are endless ruins. Before the gods were born, and even Rhodes didn't exist, some more ancient god systems already existed. The civilization of that time also worshipped gods, but now they have all faded with the years, and everything is gone, except for the carvings in the stone that foreshadow their existence. It's like...... A natural disaster that even the gods could not escape caused the entire civilization to disappear completely. Then Rhodes, the ancestor of the gods, began to build this world again. ”

"Perron, do you think that there has been thunder and lightning in the world since you were born, in fact, thunder has existed even earlier. The darkness that goes hand in hand with light, the wind that blows across your cheeks, and the churning waves of the sea are not exclusive to the gods. The gods on high are nothing but clouds of the past. ”

Perren was not interested, nor was he at all, in what Beloberg had said.

"Even if we're not the only gods, does it have anything to do with my wife's disappearance and Vereth's bondage?"

Beloberg looked at him and said meaningfully, "I'm afraid, all the answers are only known to the god-king Sventovet, or the giant serpent locked in the abyss. ”

"However, the secrets and conspiracy behind the God King Sventovet may involve the entire Temple of the Gods. ”

"These secrets may involve the survival of the entire temple of gods. ”

Veres finally understood Beloberg's voice, and he tentatively asked, "You want me to find the serpent?"

The god of light gradually stepped into the darkness, his eyes fixed on "No, I want you to get the truth through the mouth of the serpent." ”

"The truth that the ancient gods have lost their traces, maybe that natural disaster is inseparable from us. ”

While Beloberg and Perren were arguing, Veres, who was sleeping quietly in the abyss, had a strange dream.

When he opened his eyes, he found that he was not in the abyss, without the restraint of chains, and had become an unrestrained soul again.

"Where am I?"

It was a cold winter, colder than the blizzard forests of Eastern Europe, the winds were blowing the ground endlessly, the snow was falling constantly, the frost froze the earth, the biting cold wind was howling in the dark and dull sky, and the years of wind and rain without sunlight continued.

The mortals on the ground were tortured, the wheat no longer grew, and the wilderness turned a silvery white of snow.

"Drink. ”

The serpent's fiery snort was quickly blown away by the freezing cold. He looked at the earth with gloomy eyes, as if he had seen such a post-apocalyptic scene somewhere.

There were three miserable winters like this one in succession, and there was no summer in between, and every day was a miserable sky. All the hopes of summer were disappointed. The snow kept falling, and it was freezing everywhere.

In the bitter cold, the universe is filled with the shadow of war and conflict, and the beasts of the wilderness wander around in search of food. People no longer forgive and help each other, fratricidal, father and son, kill each other in an ugly competition of lust.

It is a world of sin and terror, where even the earth trembles and the sea withers and the earth cracks. There were too many dead to count, vultures swirling in the air to eat the dead, sin rampant, blood staining the land. The souls of countless sinners have crossed the River Styx, and even the color of the river is obscured by the souls of the dead who are scrambling to cross the Styx.

The giant snake, which was hovering in mid-air, suddenly heard the crowing of a rooster. It looked up and saw a golden-crowned rooster high up in the air, which was crying hoarsely, and at this moment another red flame rooster also responded with a sharp cry from the bottom of the earth beneath his feet, belonging to the dead man's Styx.

His mind seemed to remember where he had experienced this scene.

The Tempest's Vulture Eagle flapped its wings as the storm roared, the sky darkened, and the wolves chasing the sun and moon swallowed their target, and the earth cracked and roared.

The black dragon entrenched at the base of the Cosmic Tree let out a roar of rage, and at this time it hollowed out the deep roots of the World Tree, and the great tree was already dying. The tide began to gradually spread over the cosmic tree. From the southern land of fire, an army of flames has arrived, and they are under the leadership of the evil gods, riding the waves of flames. Prepare to cut off the head of the god high in the sky.

The evil god standing at the bow of the board holds the sword of victory in his right hand and the raging flames in his left hand, ready to engulf the world.

Then Veres saw a giant serpent poking its head out of the depths of the sea. The evil head exudes a gloomy aura.

It had just woken up from a bed of mud on the ocean floor and had been asleep for a long time. Tumbling its massive body capable of covering the entire sea, its long tail set off huge waves that engulfed the mountains of the atrium of the Cosmic Tree, drowning everything, and the raging waters rushed into the skies of the kingdom of the gods, trying to sweep everything into the abyss.

There is no longer an atrium inhabited by humans, and all the land has become the sea.

From the huge waves like a mountain, the serpent raised its huge head, its whole body was covered with poisonous spots, and the breath that erupted from its mouth turned into flames and scorched the sky, and the whole sky was reflected even more red than the sunset.

The body, which was even larger than the world serpent Veres, raised its huge head, and it was able to swallow the sun, moon and stars in one gulp, and looked at Veres who was entrenched in mid-air.

Its eyes were filled with evil and furious rage, and it raised its head high in the darkness.

As if realizing something, Veres turned his head.

It was not the Temple of the Gods, but the Valhalla with its five hundred and forty gates, and the gods that had never been seen before stood in front of a rainbow bridge, waiting for it.

On the other side, endless giants roared, wielding axes and war hammers, and rushed to the paradise of the gods. Everything is like a scene recorded in an ancient book.

At this moment, Veres finally came to his senses. The serpent stared at the gods high above, the god of thunder with the hammer, the god-king with the gungnir, the gods with serious expressions. The final feast is being prepared.

A feast of death.

He finally came to his senses.

"Is this ...... Ragnarok?"