Blaki, whose face was stained with tears, stood in the wreckage of Mount Kinaba, closed his eyes and stroked the harp,

His lips opened softly, and he recited the words of the letter, and countless voices overlapped each other, like an ancient and desolate poem.

These poems turned into invisible ripples, and all the Norse gods related to the origin of Asgard stopped their movements and stood in place like sculptures, even the red worms wriggling in their bodies seemed to be rendered by poetry at this moment, gradually stagnating.

In the midst of this sound and poetry, an unprecedented sadness is washing the blood that shrouds Norse mythology......

Lin Qiye stretched out his hand, wiped away the uncontrollable tears from the corners of his eyes, and muttered to himself,

"This is ...... [Bard of the Sky]?"

Even if Blaki has become supreme, it is not easy to use music to intersperse with the source signal and transmit it to the whole of Asgard.

He had to merge the sound of the piano with the deepest emotions in his heart in order to bring out the full power of the Bard of the Sky, and at this moment, the deepest thing in Blaki's heart was longing and sorrow.

Bell ——!

As Blaki plucked the strings, flickering phantom light poured out of him,

At the same time, the Norse gods who stood in every corner of Asgard had cracked a crack in their godheads, and their connection with the origin was frantically weakening...... And with it is weakened, and their realm.

Under Blaki's control, the Origin drained the power of faith in their bodies, and the main god level began to fall towards the secondary god, and the divine power of the secondary god began to wither......

In just a few tens of seconds, the power of all the Norse gods has dropped a big step!

Immediately afterwards, the desolate and mournful sound of the piano suddenly turned, and swept every corner of Northern Europe!

Blachi's closed eyes slowly opened, and those eyes containing tears burst out with unprecedented determination and killing intent!

Bell Bell ——!!

The strings of the harp broke one by one, and the piercing sound was like thunder, echoing under the sky!

There are a total of 48 strings, and every time the string breaks, several polluted Norse gods are cut in two, as if an invisible blade crosses the space, frantically plundering their lives.

One, two, three......

Dripping blood splattered out, turning into red light and flying into the sky, landing precisely in the dark golden tall cup behind Blakey,

The liquor inside the wall of the glass is rising and shaking, and it will soon overflow!

The sound of the piano is like a knife, and the love poem is a sword,

Blaki stood in the rain of blood, like a whisper of death, frantically harvesting the flesh and life of the Norse gods!

…… Thirty-six, thirty-seven...... Forty-one.

As countless red lights flew from the end of the horizon, scarlet blood spilled out of the mouth of the [Holy Grail] cup, flowing and sliding down the walls of the cup, staining the entire tall cup with blood!

Suddenly, a vague figure shattered the void and stood beneath the dim sky!

"Blaki......?" In Odin's eye sockets, the scarlet worm kept wriggling, locking on the blood-colored robes of Blaki below, and opened in surprise,

"It's you?"

"Father...... Blaki stared, then shook his head, "Odin." ”

Odin's appearance made Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh, who were guarding the side, change their faces,

They walked to Blaki's side, looking side by side at Odin in the air, the three robes fluttering in the wind, their divine power surging, ready to strike at any moment.

“…… It shouldn't be yours, Bracchi. Odin's eyes were full of disappointment, he sighed and slowly raised his palm, "Give me the origin of Asgard...... And the Holy Grail. ”

"Dreaming." Without waiting for Blaki to speak, Sun Wukong snorted coldly, and his golden eyes burst out with high-spirited fighting intent.

Just as he was about to rush out with his stick, a palm fell lightly on his shoulder.

Blaki stared at Odin's figure and said calmly, "Brother Monkey...... I'll do it anyway. ”

God King Odin is recognized by many gods as the strongest god in the West, and if he is not in the "supreme" realm, he cannot be his opponent at all...... Of all the people present, only Blaki was qualified to fight against it.

Blaki handed the overflowing [Holy Grail] to Sun Wukong's hand, and his body also smashed into the void, and he came to Odin in the blink of an eye!

Music and youth, two completely different divine powers, rushed into the sky, Blaki roared, and a stream of phantom light rushed from his body, and the divine power of the "supreme" god of the double law suddenly descended!

Feeling the two laws on Blaki's body, Odin's brows furrowed slightly,

He snorted coldly, and the space-time around him suddenly stopped, and then an invisible realm opened, enveloping him and Blaki's figures!

The next moment, both figures disappeared into the air at the same time.

Looking at the quiet and silent sky above, Lin Qiye was stunned, "Where did they go?" ”

"Odin dragged Braki into the void." Sun Wukong looked at the overflowing [Holy Grail] in his hand complicatedly, "It seems that he is afraid that after Blaki finds out that he is defeated, he will directly use the overflowing [Holy Grail]...... In this way, even Odin had almost no chance of winning, so he simply transferred the battlefield directly, so that he had no chance to touch the [Holy Grail]. ”

But he didn't know that Blaki was killed in battle...... I won't use the Holy Grail on him. ”

Gilgamesh, in his spirit state, sighed.

In the messy ruins, the three of them looked up at the nothingness above their heads, and their hearts were lifted.

The battlefield is in the void, even they can't know what the battle situation is, after all, Blaki has just stepped into the "Supreme", and he is not good at fighting, facing the legendary Western Supreme God, the chance of victory can be said to be extremely low.

"Can't we help?" Gilgamesh turned his head and asked Sun Wukong.

"Can you tear through the Void and enter their battlefield?"

“…… No way. ”

"I can't either." Sun Wukong glanced at the [Holy Grail] in his palm and paused for a moment, "Now, we can't do anything but wait for the results here." ”

Lin Qiye's expression was extremely solemn, and he was about to say something, when a touch of gold flashed in his eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, then turned his head sharply to look into the distance!

"I don't need us anymore......" The corners of Lin Qiye's mouth hooked up a smile,

"Reinforcements are coming."

Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh looked into the distance at the same time, only to see a golden streamer swooping towards here like a meteorite, and a divine figure with six wings on its back slowly outlined out......