Chapter 461 A Wife Delivered to Your Door?

"Honorable giant, I heard that your wisdom is unparalleled, and your attainments in illusion are also at the pinnacle. Although we met on the battlefield, I still respect you very much. It is not proper for us to fight each other like monkeys fighting for food and territory, waving wooden sticks and fighting each other until we are bloody. Gods should have their own way of dueling. Why don't we change to a more civilized game to decide the ownership of the atrium? How about it?"

Hearing Lorne's smiling groan, Shaki, Skadi and a group of giants who used wooden sticks as weapons around him turned pale.

However, before they could get angry, Orvig became interested:

"How do you want to compete?"

"We use language and will to construct images, and see who has stronger power, who has broader thinking, and who is more qualified to rule the atrium world."

Lorne replied with a smile, his eyes filled with a depth that people could not see through.

"It sounds good." Olvig smiled, but then changed the subject and looked at the outer god in front of him, "But I don't want the world of Midgard."

"Then add me!"

Lorne decisively threw out new chips, his smile became brighter,

"If you can win, I am willing to take over your throne as the king of Jotunheim; but if you lose, I also want you to give up the throne of Jotunheim and promise not to interfere with the development of the nine kingdoms."

"My lord!"

The Asgard guards next to him heard this and their faces changed drastically. They didn't expect that the second-in-command of Asgard would make such a big bet.

Lorne waved his hand slightly, his expression calm:

"Don't worry, I will explain this matter to Odin in person."

Seeing that the commander had made up his mind, the Asgard guards could only retreat helplessly.

Seeing this, Olvig laughed and replied:

"Okay! I'll do as you say!"

His tone was brisk and casual, and he was confident that he could win. His eyes were meaningful.

[God King] is powerful, but not invincible.

In a God Age and a God System, there will be many God Kings.

[Origin] is the beginning of the world. Like Chaos in Greece, as the Eternal Law of the Nordic countries, he was born with this world and watched the growth of this world. In fact, he noticed a little guy who came across the sea and broke into this box garden a long time ago.

I still remember that the little guy in front of me was relatively weak last time, and his actions could not even attract His attention.

But in the end, this little guy from outside the domain was like a stone falling into the lake, stirring up thousands of waves, turning the Nordic world, which was originally just a pool of stagnant water, upside down, and brought infinite possibilities.

When he came the second time, the little guy in front of him became stronger, even Odin, the Nordic God King of Asgard, who was carrying the destiny, was firmly suppressed by him.

Therefore, the impact and changes that this outsider could bring to the world became more drastic, thus awakening Him from His slumber and arousing His strong interest.

If it is integrated into the system of the Nordic world, will the Nordic [Destiny] become stronger and move towards a new stage?

Olvig's eyes reflecting the stars rippled slightly, and an unprecedented thing called [Desire] surged into his heart.

Just as [God King] is not the end of everything, [Origin] is not either.

Above this, there is [God Above] which He cannot understand.

That is a state of "neither existence nor non-existence", that is, neither existence nor non-existence; neither non-existence nor non-existence. Therefore, any concepts such as infinity and infinite, self-existence, eternity, and destiny are meaningless in front of [God Above]. He can create the world, wipe out everything, ignore the limitations of matter, destiny, time and space, and is also called [Above All Things].

So, what kind of changes will your arrival bring to this world?

——Loki, the God of the Outer Realm?

Olvig retracted his thoughts and slowly spoke:

"Since you have decided the way of the game, then I will make the first move."

"Very fair."

Lorne nodded and made a "please" gesture.

Olvig pondered for a moment and slowly spoke:

"I am a terrible wolf, stalking prey, and a cruel predator."

In an instant, the Iron Forest blew up a biting snowstorm with the low voice, and the surroundings were silent. The whole world seemed to be left with only the two figures of Lorne and Olvig facing each other.

And when the last syllable fell, a giant wolf with a body length of dozens of meters and brown hair appeared on the snow-covered ground. It waved its claws and fiercely pounced on the figure on the opposite side, launching the horn of the first round of charge.

"I am a hunter, riding a horse, hunting wolves, winning again and again."

Magnetic whispers echoed on the snowy plains, and a fully armed knight holding a longbow, riding a white horse, and wearing a crown appeared in the storm.

"Swoosh!"

The sharp arrow shot out and sank into the giant wolf's chest.

The warm blood splashed on the ice and snow, staining it with scarlet blood.

"Roar!"

The giant wolf roared in pain, but did not fall down. It flew forward violently, raised its claws and attacked the white horse knight on the snowy plain.

The knight remained calm in the face of danger, put down his bow and arrow, raised his spear, and stabbed the giant wolf down again, and the spear tip accurately hit the heart of the prey. The giant wolf's strength was quickly drained, and its huge body fell to the ground with a bang, and gradually lost its life in spasms.

"Puff!"

Olvig vomited a mouthful of golden blood, looked down at the wound on his chest that looked like it was pierced by a spear, and his eyes were full of surprise.

He was actually injured?

Interesting! So interesting!

In this unprecedented sensory stimulation, Olvig laughed loudly, looking at the knight who was charging at him with a gun after killing the giant wolf on the snowfield, and slowly said:

"I am the giant python of the mortal world, circling the world, strangling the warhorse, and poisoning the knight!"

As soon as the voice fell, the entire pale snowfield shook violently, and a giant python of a hundred meters long broke out of the ground, overturned the charging warhorse to the ground in one fell swoop, minced it into minced meat, and then opened its bloody mouth, pierced the knight's body with its fangs, and injected venom into it crazily.

"Puff!"

Lorne vomited a mouthful of golden blood as if struck by lightning, raised his hand to cover his chest, as if he felt a strong corrosive poison flowing through his body, madly destroying his vitality.

As time went by, his organs failed rapidly, his skin began to rot, and the stench of death filled his body.

Lorne endured the erosion of the poison and gritted his teeth and said:

"I am... a giant eagle that hunts snakes. My claws can cut through snake skin, as fast as lightning."

The invisible clouds in the sky condensed into a giant bird with a wingspan of hundreds of meters. Its wings were as hard as steel, and its cry was like thunder.

"Chiu!"

Accompanied by a high-pitched cry, the giant eagle spread its wings and dived. Its claws like iron hooks cut through the scales and membranes of the giant python, pierced into the hard skull and spine, brought the giant snake into the air, and smashed it down with force.

Under the fierce impact, the giant snake was torn into pieces and turned into mud and disintegrated.

At the same time, Orvig, who was hit back on the opposite side, fell to his knees with a plop, and blood marks from the eagle's claws appeared on his face and body.

After two rounds of competition, the real ruler of the Nordic world could not help but get angry, and his tone became gloomy:

"I am death, and I can turn all life into dry bones!"

Instantly, a thick gray-black death aura gushed out from under the snowfield, and the entire mental world turned into a hell shrouded by death. The incarnation of death, wearing a cloak, half skeleton and half flesh and blood, raised his hands, and the thick black smoke that swept past instantly made the giant eagle hovering in the sky fall off its feathers, peel off its flesh and blood, and turned into a white skeleton falling to the ground.

The trauma simultaneously backfired on Lorne. He propped up his body with his torn hands, endured the excruciating pain, gritted his teeth and muttered:

"I am the world, supporting space and nourishing life."

A lush giant tree rose from the ground behind him, like a cinnamon tree or a palm tree, with its waving branches and leaves emitting dense shade, and the vitality turned on the earth, making the originally dead frozen soil become full of birdsong and flowers.

The figure transformed by death also gradually faded away as the will of death faded, until it became invisible.

Looking at the figure under the shade of the giant tree, whose wounds had healed and whose vitality had been revived, Olvig looked solemn, pondered for a long time, and slowly spoke:

"I am the Judgment of the Last Days, the Twilight of the Gods, and I will give eternal disaster to all things!"

In an instant, the towering giant tree with lush branches and leaves fell to the ground with a bang. A black dragon that had bitten off the roots of the giant tree flapped its wings and broke out of the ground, announcing the coming of the end of the world with a majestic and tyrannical roar.

At the same time, the giant wolf transformed by the wind and snow rushed into the sky and swallowed the sun and the moon; the giant python transformed by the soil spewed venom and dissolved everything; the figure transformed by death waved his arms, completely stripping the vitality of the world and the giant tree, leaving everything in eternal darkness.

As the sun, moon and stars ceased to exist, a slow chanting echoed in this dead world:

"I am the original fire, born from darkness, everything is me, everything is light!"

Instantly, a strong fire of light gushed out from the body wrapped in darkness, illuminating this dead world, and the mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, fish, birds, flowers and insects were also bathed in light.

Looking at the figure that turned into a burning flame with divinity, Olvig sneered slightly and said leisurely:

"I am time, everything has a beginning and an end, it is the destined death, everything has an end!"

As Olvig raised his hand slightly, the sun and moon in the sky accelerated their rotation, as if the shuttle on the loom was accelerated countless times, weaving the final [pattern] with an almost rough method.

Under the surging torrent of time, everything was unrecognizable.

The sea turned into mulberry fields, the mountains turned into deep valleys, and the deep valleys turned into hills...

Everything was washed away.

The sun and the moon sank into darkness, and the stars disappeared into the deep space.

Luo En felt that his feet had also turned into nothingness. There was no earth, no sky, and everything was falling.

Falling into the endless nothingness...

"So, what can you do to fight against time?"

The mysterious voice came from the void, constantly echoing in Luo En's ears,

"In the long river of time, your past is not worth mentioning. Join this world, I will give you more powerful power and more noble authority!"

"Hope..."

"?"

"I am hope. Even though it is illusory, it was there, it is there now, and it will be there forever!"

The low chanting sounded in the void.

"Buzz!"

The hearts above the two people's heads shook violently, and a star emerged from the darkness, flashing a faint light.

But obviously, just a little light was not enough to illuminate this void shrouded in eternal calamity.

But the next moment, the void like a pool of stagnant water was violently stirred, and countless golden light streams emerged from it.

One, two, three;

Hundreds, thousands, billions!

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

Gold stars as numerous as gravel rose into the sky, and starlight as vast as the sea poured down, pouring on Lorne's body, refracting layers of light and shadow, completely filling the nearly endless void.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Olweg's expression completely changed.

He made a mistake, a fatal mistake!

The outsider in front of him is not only a god-king, he also carries a world on his back!

"Then it's your turn to answer..."

The low voice spread far away along with the floating stars. Lorne walked from the depths of the void. With every step forward, countless golden stars lit up around him, using light to build a path forward for him.

In his open right hand, a metal hexagon engraved with intricate patterns was constantly changing its shape, and rich starlight merged and flowed here.

——Pandora’s Box.

As a gift from the gods to mankind, the most precious thing among them is not the power of disaster that can destroy the world, but the illusory but ever-present hope.

Since that war, the ideals of all people have converged here and become the only ambition.

It was there in the past, it is here now, and it will be there forever.

Despite the vicissitudes of life, hope never ends.

Slowly coming to Olweg, Lorne asked leisurely:

"So, what can destroy hope?"

Olweg thought hard for a while.

What can destroy hope?

Disaster, death, time?

No, that's not the point!

But after hope is destroyed, the world and life have no meaning of existence, and time and fate as references become sourceless water.

To deny hope is to deny everything in this world.

Including himself!

Finally, after not only a short second, but also a long century, Olweg raised his head and looked at the figure in front of him faintly:

"Is everything in your calculations?"

"Almost."

"You are so cunning."

"I am the god of trickery, not the god of war."

Lorne answered frankly and did not hide it.

Since you can't win with force, of course you have to rely on wisdom to win. This is his consistent style.

And Olweg already knows his existence and origin, so there is no point in playing tricks in this regard. It is better to show off his sincere personality in order to...

In the future, this Nordic master of destiny will step into even bigger pits.

At this moment, Olweg, who had no idea that he was being calculated to the core, raised his hands in despair:

"I lost..."

"Concession."

Lorne nodded happily and made the "please" gesture again.

Olweg was not annoyed at all and answered calmly:

"Don't worry, since my fate has been decided, I will soon fall into deep sleep to maintain the operation of destiny. The three goddesses of Norun will gradually inherit my power and guide the Asa clan, who are burdened with destiny, to prosperity. This time it should be My last recovery."

"Then I didn't lose?" Lorne was slightly startled and his face turned dark.

This old Nordic guy can live longer than Chaos, the Greek God of Chaos at the same level, and he is obviously not that honest.

Olweger smiled slightly and his eyes flickered:

"Well, as compensation, I will betroth my beloved daughter, Angerboda of the Giants, to you."

Before Lorne could react, a ray of gray light disappeared into his body.

Immediately, the surrounding world shattered, and Olweg disappeared in front of him, leaving only him and the giants on the field staring with big eyes.