Abyssal dungeon.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

A member of the Norse War Corps in black armor slumped forward weakly along the dimly lit corridor.

"Stop." The two Nordic War Department guards standing at the end of the corridor suddenly spoke.

The frail man slowly stopped.

"Who are you? Which branch? A guard suspiciously swept over the frail man in front of him.

"Fourth Branch of the Nordic War Department, No. 39180." The weak man raised his hand and shook it slightly, and the two guards only felt a flower in front of them, and a black token appeared out of thin air.

They took the token, and after a closer look, the weak man continued:

"Lord Loki has some questions for the prisoners in the depths of the dungeon, so he sent me over to torture them."

The two guards confirmed that the token was correct, and returned it to the frail man, his expression softening slightly:

"Brother, your body is injured like this, do you still want to come to interrogate Lord Loki?"

"Didn't there be an Outer God Assassin out there last night? I was a little injured during the encirclement and suppression, and it was not a big problem. ”

The frail man took the token, a smile squeezing into his lips, and continued along the dimly lit corridor, this time, the two guards did not stop him, but each took a step back to make way for him.

The weak man walked along the corridor for about ten minutes, and after three levels like this, he passed three times in a row, and as he went deeper, the torches burning on both sides gradually turned dark green, and the forest was strange, and the temperature dropped rapidly, and the rough stone brick surface under his feet even formed hoarfrost.

"Sneer——!"

A heavy wheezing sound came from above the corridor, and the temperature around him dropped slightly.

The frail man raised his head, only to see that above the high walls on both sides, a black-purple behemoth was standing on the suspended round platform like a mountain peak, and a hideous head the size of half a football field poked out of the round platform, and the hair like steel needles was shaking rhythmically with the gasping sound of bellows.

It was a wolf.

Keeper of the Abyss, heir of Loki, demon wolf Fenrir.

Although it only poked its head out of the round platform, the shadow had already obscured the entire corridor, and a pair of giant scarlet eyes stared at the weak man, its pupils constricted slightly, as if it was recognizing something.

The weak man did not panic in the face of such a terrifying giant wolf, he was silent for a moment, and even took the initiative to reach out and touch a few strands of hair poked out by Fenrir.

Under the dim green firelight, the pale face of the weak man flickered slightly, and it turned into Loki's appearance.

Seeing this scene, Fenrir suddenly raised his head, sniffed the outstretched palm carefully, the hostility in his eyes quickly faded, and even took the initiative to meet the palm, looking very enjoyable.

The weak man's hand stroked the demon wolf Fenrir for a moment, then turned and continued to walk deeper into the dungeon.

Under the faint green firelight, the man's face changed again, returning to his previous pale and weak appearance.

Soon, he was in front of a cell where he was guarded.

"I'm going to interrogate him alone, so you guys should recuse themselves first."

The frail man pointed to the figure held in the depths of the cell, pulled out a token, and said to the members of the Nordic War Department who were guarding the surrounding area.

"Loki's token?" One of the guards frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "I have to go and ask the prison god and Lord Vader, this prisoner is an important prisoner brought back by Lord Thor, even Lord Loki, he is not qualified to be arraigned." ”

Hearing this, the weak man raised his eyebrows,

"Are you mistaken, this is Lord Thor's edict."

As he spoke, the token in his hand flickered, and it turned into a light blue piece of paper with a few lines of words written on it, and between the strokes, he could even see a few lightning rays wandering away.

The guard's gaze suddenly drifted, and he was in a trance for half a second before he came back to his senses, stared at the piece of paper suspiciously for a long time, and nodded at him:

"Okay, hurry up."

With a slight wave of his hand, the members of the Nordic War Department stationed near the cell quickly withdrew, leaving a quiet area.

The frail man watched them leave, and the pale blue paper in his hand flickered into an old gold women's pocket watch, which he tucked back into his arms.

"Ahem, ahem......" He coughed weakly, opened the cell door with the key, and stepped inside.

In the dimly lit prison, a silver-haired and blood-stained woman, her limbs were lifted by iron cables, and they were tied to four different thunder pillars. A black shackle locked her white neck and fixed her head, and the hideous fangs were strangely present on the iron rope at the end of the shackles, frantically eating the air, like a living creature.

The woman's body was covered with blood, crimson blood beads dripped along her bare feet and onto the rough stone bricks, soaking into pools of blood, and her messy hair was stuck to her cheeks with dried blood, and her face was barely visible.

The frail man's brow furrowed slightly.

His afterglow swept around, all kinds of hideous torture instruments were still stained with warm blood, she must have just been tortured.

Almost hearing the footsteps of a weak man coming in, the head of the memorial bowed was slightly raised, and a bunch of eyes fell on him through the messy hair, and sneered:

"What? If you can't ask what you want, you're going to start increasing the sentence? ”

The frail man stared at the scarred body of the memorial and said bitterly: "It's my ......"

He stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face, and the man's appearance disappeared, replaced by a pale face of an ordinary girl.

"Xiao Nan?" Seeing this, the memorial was slightly stunned, "Why are you here?" ”

"I heard that Thor has captured the leader of the Evil Order and locked him at the bottom of the abyss dungeon, and he will come to your rescue immediately." Si Xiaonan smiled, "The demon wolf guarding above the dungeon is the heir of Loki, I can easily fool it by using his divine ruins to concoct 'tricks'."

And this place, I know it very well. ”

Hearing this, Remembrance's gaze gradually softened, "It's worthy of Xiao Nan...... By the way, have you seen Lin Qiye? ”

"Lin Qiye?" Si Xiaonan was stunned, "No, he's also in Asgard?" ”

"He came in with me, but he wasn't locked up here, and I don't know what happened now...... He's changed his identity, and it's normal for you not to know about him. Remembrance thought for a moment, "However, with his cleverness, he should get out soon."

By the way, what I asked people to bring you, did you receive it? ”

"Roger." Si Xiaonan nodded heavily, "You did it perfectly, without the slightest flaw." ”

"Hey, don't you see who I am?" Memorial grinned, as if he had been involved in the wound, and soon coughed violently.

"Don't move, I'll save you now!" Seeing this, Si Xiaonan was about to walk to the side of the memorial.

"No, no." Memorial immediately spoke, and said with a serious expression, "Thank you for your kindness, but I can't leave yet." ”