No one knows his opponent better than he does.

The king of the gods frowned.

But the other party is still older than him, he used to be himself, so he may not know what the other party has, but the father of the gods knows all his means.

It seems that he has fallen into disadvantage from the beginning, but in fact, it is not the case, because he has the purest power, and at this moment he has obtained Rune, but he has not yet offered his right eye to the Fountain of Mimir in exchange for endless wisdom.

Therefore, it is impossible to surpass the more advanced self in magic and skill.

But I also have what the other person lacks, courage, and enlightenment......

Of course, what really matters is the Gungnir in his hand and the eight-legged Pegasus Slebnir under his crotch.

Old Odin also realized the threat of the Eternal Spear to him, so he pretended to summon the Hunting Legion from the beginning and scattered himself among the crowd.

But if this is all there is to it, the young Odin can join the battlefield, and the old Odin will inevitably come together to contend with him, and as long as he throws his spear, the opponent will spread again.

It's just that although he re-dispersed fast enough for Gangenir to penetrate him, the total time he spent re-dispersing and condensing was enough for the young Odin to slaughter enough wild hunts.

He could use this to keep depleting the total number of Wild Hunts, even if they were still able to respawn in a steady stream, but it would only be enough for the Heroic Spirits to surpass the enemy legions in terms of the total combat power they had at this moment.

As soon as the scales began to tilt, the end was already sealed, the wild hunt would eventually be wiped out, and the god of a thousand faces could not only die under the eternal spear in the end.

But old Odin would never let things go in this direction, so what would he do? Defeat himself in this time?

Odin also knew that in fact, the decisive role in the battle was to create who was stronger between himself and the old Odin.

And the ...... who created him

Wait a minute!

Who created Himself?

Odin realized that he didn't even know the name of the caster.

Interesting.

A rotten hand reached out from the back of a wild hunter's head and crept toward the back of Odin's neck.

Death follows us.

When the rotten palm was still half a meter from the armor at the back of Odin's neck, the blonde man sensed that something was wrong.

Too late for it.

The rotten hand had quietly turned into a massive gallows, and Odin's neck had been wrapped around a rope made of metal.

The Gallows and Odin, the god of death.

The gallows turned directly into substance, and the rotten aura on the palm of his hand just now continued to spread along Odin's neck, his skin became extremely gray, his eyes lost his luster, his golden hair dried up instantly, and several cracks appeared on his body.

The massive Senran Gallows hung in the air, Odin's body hanging from it.

At the same time, he had one less ring on his hand.

Drapenier – This ring is rumored to multiply nine times every nine days, and each ring is exactly the same as the original.

It doesn't even take long for the exponentially growing ring to flood the Nine Worlds and then devour this universe.

Odin and Loki reforged the ring together, turning the world-destroying artifact into an artifact that had no special abilities, just a simple purpose - to bring the wearer back from the dead.

Even if the wearer is Odin.

There are only eight rings left on Odin's hand.

Old Odin smiled:

"You're still too young. ”

Blonde Odin says:

"I don't deny it, old fellow, but since you let these impure powers affect you, I still didn't expect it. ”

Old Odin denied:

"I'm the one who controls them. ”

The eight-legged Pegasus grinned, revealing the twenty-four runes engraved on their teeth.

The blonde-haired man grabbed his spear and crossed his legs, and the Pegasus, white as snow, charged at the old man.

The old man whispered:

"Thoughts. ”

Young Odin felt himself slammed into a piece of cotton, and his whole being melted into it.

In fact, the body of the eight-legged Pegasus Slepnir was like a melting wax block, the skin and flesh collapsed together, and the sturdy legs of the horse lost their strength and fell straight from the air.

Young Odin was also affected by the power, but the distorted ability of his mind was completely useless to him, and his mind was always the same as himself.

"I didn't see Foujin with you?" said young Odin, raising an eyebrow.

Old Odin smiled.

The young man didn't care about the eight-legged Pegasus, and he ran straight to Old Odin with the Eternal Spear.

The runes of Rune flickered and changed in Old Odin's left eye, Ingu, Avaz, Ned......

"Gentlemen, I have a little suggestion, I wonder if you can let me say a few words?"

The stickman appeared above the two Odins, keeping a relatively safe distance.

As soon as he saw the stickman appear, young Odin threw his spear at it.

Because he could feel that this was definitely not his "mysterious" spellcaster, that is, it was the caster of the elderly Odin, and only had to attack it.

Old Odin stretched out his hand, and the divine power flowed out without reservation, and more than a dozen different runes of Rune appeared in front of the stickman.

The shield of Rune's runes kept the spear at bay for a short time, but the stickman didn't look like he wanted to run away.

Bang!

The spear pierced the rune and slammed straight into the stickman's head.

The stickman raised his hand.

Then caught Gungnir.

This is inside Fokine, and now Fokine is its belonging, and everything is built on his mind except for Hervin.

All things are to be surrendered to Him.

Of course, these two Odin are exceptions, and the power of Odin has already penetrated, and if it lets Odin's power go, Fujin will most likely break free from its grasp.

But after all, Odin is dead, and it is still alive.

So no matter how powerful Odin was during his lifetime, he was still able to control the situation.

The stickman asked mysteriously:

"Do you remember your 'good friend', the man who spared no expense in leaving eyes and crows to find, Mr. Hervendelengae?"

Both Odin looked puzzled:

"Hervendelenge?"

The stickman's smile froze.

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