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Chapter 328 The Eternal Spear, Odin’s Prophecy

The wind roared, thunder exploded, and the light of lightning tore through the dark sky, like a grand doomsday stage.

A majestic and terrifying aura filled the space between heaven and earth, and Ling Bai felt as if the blood in his body was freezing.

The hand holding the Qingcang Sword is slightly stronger. There is no one to rely on at this time. The more powerful it is at this time, grasp the long sword in your hand, then you can hold your life in your own hands.

Ling Bai slowly exhaled a breath of white air. The god immediately stood up in the endless storm, wearing dark golden armor and a blue wind cloak, holding a spear like a dead branch, like the one depicted in Nordic mythology. So majestic.

But his body was tightly wrapped in a shroud, and the surface of the shroud was covered with blood-red spells, making him look like a ghost.

Sleipnis under him had eight horse legs, thunder rolled in his throat, and lightning came out of his nostrils when he breathed, steaming like heavy rain, and countless raindrops turned into white mist, which was blown away by the wind and then condensed again.

The flames of light flickered in and out of the white mist, and the majesty of the gods and the darkness of the ghosts merged into his body.

"You are back."

Odin looked at Ling Bai, who was facing a formidable enemy. His voice had no fluctuation, but it sounded like an old friend was reunited.

He did not throw the eternal spear Kungunir, but his majesty pointed at Ling Bai's eyebrows like a sword and spear.

Ling Bai only felt as if Odin only had to take one step forward on horseback, and the next second, he would be pierced through the heart by Kungunir and die.

As for Odin's nervous words, Ling Bai was even more confused. Are you back?

Is this polite?

"Well, noble Odin..." Ling Bai tentatively said: "I just entered the Nibelung by mistake. I wonder if you can... let me out this time?"

It doesn't matter whether he comes back or not, the point is that Ling Bai can't bear to part with the demigod experience card that he just got and hasn't warmed it up yet.

At this moment, Ling Bai extremely suspected that the system was playing tricks on him, just to steal his hard-won trump card.

"Everyone who has been to this country will return to this country, and they will be God's servants."

Groups of deadpools came out from behind Odin, like a group of evil wizards performing dark sacrifices. They were surrounded in all directions, with the same black cloak, the same pale face, and the same golden eyes shining with golden light.

The Deadpools gathered around, whispering to each other, using some ancient language, like singing or crying. Through the moist air, Ling Bai smelled the smell of decay. Their existence was like pieces of moldy bread. He knew This was probably speaking dragon language, but without dragon blood, he couldn't understand a word of it.

Ling Bai was completely surrounded by endless deadpools, and the tactics of gods seemed to be no different from humans.

"Looks like there's nothing to talk about anymore."

Holding the hilt of the Qingcang Sword tightly, Ling Bai raised the corners of his mouth with a contemptuous smile. Odin is a dragon king, maybe even a complete dragon king. Facing him without fear is a respectable thing. , but Ling Bai showed such an expression, clearly provoking this supreme being!

"Slightly... slightly..."

Blood-red scales covered Ling Bai's body, and the road was lifted up by brute force, leaving an irreparable scar. He ignored the endless dead waiters, spread his blood wings, and dodged in the black shadow, swinging his sword and spinning around. The phosphorescence was everywhere, and the ferocious blood-colored ice sculptures were washed away by the heavy rain!

The blood is extremely cold!

Nibelungen is Odin's home field, but the storm is Ling Bai's home field!

Thanks to the rain brought by the storm, endless bloody ice sculptures appeared on the Nibelung viaduct.

The distance between the two was clearly more than a hundred meters apart, but Ling Bai teleported over in the blink of an eye, folded his wings, and fell from the sky!

Chop!

Towards Odin!

Toward the king's head!

Sleipnis roared, raising his four front hooves in the air, and all the rainwater around him gathered to block Odin's head and hit Ling Bai's front.

Ling Bai couldn't see the front at all. What was coming towards him seemed to be a waterfall. The violent water wanted to push him out. A thick, blood-red mist evaporated all over his body. The rain instantly condensed into ice, and then exploded into pieces, a blood-red mist. Ice shards were flying all over the sky. Through the refraction of these ice shards, Ling Bai saw the surprise and... anger in that golden one-eye!

"boom!"

Ling Bai put one hand on the ground, his fingers bent into claws, and he clawed deeply into the asphalt road. Kungunir, which was hanging down in Odin's hand, finally lifted up. It was the one that had defeated Ling Bai just now.

The shape of the spear is like a branch that was randomly broken off from an ancient tree, and then it was equipped with an extremely crude spear tip. It is not much different from the wooden spear shaft with a stone spear tip used by ancient humans for hunting. , but glowing with some kind of terrifying golden light.

At this moment, the light on the surface of the dead branches rises and falls like breathing, rising slowly. If Odin is compared to the God of Death, then this extremely simple eternal spear Kungunir is like another God of Death in the hands of Odin. , it looks like a living life form, but it also contains an absolute will to die.

The god-like figure held the Eternal Spear, and his deep voice came from the rain:

"Divine power, no provocation!"

Odin slowly raised his eyes, and the golden pupils seemed to be flowing with lava. The Sleipnis stood up. When this eight-legged dragon subspecies stood up, it made the god on its back even more majestic and terrifying.

Odin's arm slowly opened, like a hard bow being drawn, and he was finally going to throw the spear!

There was a blue card in Ling Bai's hand. As long as it was torn into pieces, he could instantly obtain the source of the demigod's power. But even so, he still had no confidence that he could block this, which was considered a BUG even in Nordic mythology. Level artifact.

Regardless of whether it hits or not, the moment the Eternal Spear is thrown, the outcome is already doomed. The enemy it points to will surely die. It is not so much a gun as it is a connection of fate!

But Kungunir also has a flaw, that is, it can only be thrown once to any target!

Ling Bai's spirit was stretched to the limit. He held the Demigod Experience Card in his hand and stared at Kungunir. If he could block this shot with his demigod power, Odin would be nothing to him in the future. fear!

"Om-"

Odin's gun hadn't left his hand, and Ling Bai's card hadn't been shredded. A bright white vortex appeared at Ling Bai's feet without warning, and his figure instantly disappeared into the Nibelungs.

Odin put down Kungunir, who was ready to go. He was not surprised. Golden Eyes seemed to see the gears of fate turning slowly, and rode Sleipnis slowly away.

"The black of despair returns from hell, long white flags cover the sky, and a new red throne rises under the ice sea..."