The Dragon That Devours the World

　　 (Because there will be a huge plot reversal next, so I have been thinking about it for a long time during this period, and I can only keep the watch every day, I hope readers will not be surprised.)

In the Garden of Asaph, the **** of light Badr is sitting quietly in the garden. Unlike other gods who love to fight, as the master god, he unexpectedly likes to read books. No matter what the book is, as long as it is written, he will feel very like.

　　 "喳喳……"

　　 Next to my ears, the happy birds cry endlessly.

　　 And while he was sitting in the garden quietly reading a book, suddenly...

　　 "Huh!"

In the screaming air, a spear shining with cold light suddenly flew towards him, and at this moment, the **** of light Badr could not even react, and only had time to show a bit of surprise on his face. color.

Seeing that the spear was about to hit Badr's body, suddenly, the spear fell feebly in mid-air and fell to the ground with a "puff", leaving only the laughter of a few gods in the distance. And listening to the laughter from afar, Badr could only smile and continued to read.

Since Badr was sworn by all things in the universe, he can no longer be injured, and there will be no life or death danger. So, throwing all kinds of weapons at the **** of light, Badr, has become boring among the gods. A new game.

And the mild-tempered Badr did not say anything about the new games his kinsman played against him, let alone weapons that cannot be injured, even if they are really lethal weapons, according to these bold Nordic God’s temperament is also often playing with each other.

Not far away, a majestic and tall **** looked a little envious and lonely at the light **** Badr not far away. He is the brother of the light **** Badr, the dark **** Hordell, but unlike his brother, Badr is tall and handsome. , Liked by all the gods, but Hoddle looked unremarkable under the brilliance of his brother because of his ordinary appearance.

Obviously he possesses a powerful force second only to Thor, and he has worked hard, never compromised on the tasks assigned by his father Odin, but... no matter who it is, he only pays attention to Badr, but doesn't care about him. .

　　 Inexplicable jealousy ignited in his heart, but he did not let the feeling of jealousy stay in his heart for long, after all, he still respected his brother.

　　 He stared at Badr in the distance and sighed.

"Ugh……"

　　 In an instant, two sighs sounded at the same time.

　　 Hoddle hurriedly turned his head, but behind him, the handsome Rocky was eating the apple in his hand while sighing.

"Why are you here?"

Hoddle frowned slightly. Since Loki tried his best to defend his children, the relationship between the gods and Loki has been deteriorating, so much so that by now, almost all the gods have subconsciously avoided Loki. , Alienate him.

　　 He was isolated.

　　 Only a few gods, such as Thor and Badr, still maintain a certain relationship with Loki, and Hoddle, obviously does not belong to this rank.

　　 Loki glanced at him, did not answer directly, but sighed.

　　 "The small and humble brother, who was concealed by his brilliant brother, all his brilliance, was ignored and left out...this kind of feeling must be uncomfortable."

　　 His pupils seemed to penetrate Hoddle's heart, and he said calmly.

　　 Hoddle was so uncomfortable being stared at by his snake-like eyes, he wanted to turn around and leave.

　　 "Also, the younger brother should have let his brother a little bit, not steal his brother's light, and silently be a supporter behind his brother, even if he is dissatisfied, he can't complain to his brother."

　　 But behind him, Rocky's calm words made Hoddle stop.

　　 He stopped, was silent for a while, then turned to look at Loki who was eating an apple behind him and said in a deep voice.

　　 "What do you want to say?"

　　 Loki looked at him, his pupils erected like snakes were extremely cold, but there was an unpredictable smile on his face.

　　 "Although I can't complain, but my brother just vented to my brother...it should be okay."

　　 Talking, Loki took out a short branch of mistletoe from his arms, and then the branch of mistletoe transformed into a long sword made of branches in his hand.

　　 "Would you like to try throwing this long sword at your brother, and let out a little bit of dissatisfaction in my heart."

　　 Loki's low murmur sounded in Hoddle's ear, with a magic of seduction.

　　 After hesitating for a long time, Hoddle finally grasped the wooden sword in Loki's hand and turned to look at the light **** Badr in the garden.

　　 In Hoddle’s sight, Badr, who was quietly reading in the garden, seemed to be surrounded by countless flowers and lights, just like his life, radiant.

　　 He squeezed the wooden sword in his hand tightly, and murmured softly in his mouth.

　　 "Although I can't complain, but my brother just vented to my brother...it should be okay."

　　 Although hesitated, when he thought that his brother had been sworn by everything in the universe, he felt that it was just a small joke, nothing.

　　 Behind him, where he didn't see, Rocky's pupils were full of coldness and silence.

　　 ferocious, cruel, angry, hate, violent, unwilling...

　　All kinds of negative and dark emotions filled his pupils.

　　 "Brother is just venting a little bit to elder brother... is it okay."

　　 Rocky said silently, and his pupils gradually turned into pitch black to terrifying black.

　　 If the Valkyrie were here, they would realize that they had never seen this sprout tree branch...

　　 Loki, using his rune words, secretly hid this mistletoe branch. This branch has not sworn to Badr, it can hurt the **** of light.

At this time, among the gods, the dark **** Hodder, who is second only to Thor in power, has already raised the wooden sword in his hand. The muscles on his body are tight, bulging high, extremely The power was already ready to go, and the wooden sword steadily aimed at the light **** Badr who still didn't realize it.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 Amidst the violent roar, Hoddle threw the wooden sword in his hand vigorously, and the distant **** of light Badr fell down...

　　 Behind Hoddle, the dark **** who was shocked and unsure, Loki, the **** of fire and evil, and the **** of deception, finally clutched his forehead and laughed happily.

　　 "Huh, oh, oh...hohohoho...hahahahahaha!!!!"

He leaned forward and backward with laughter, and there was a deep sense of pleasure in his laughter. He, the evil **** despised by the gods, finally turned to his "brother", the brilliant king~www. wuxiahere.com~ Xiao vented his dissatisfaction once.

　　 What he said to Hoddle, is he not talking about himself?

　　 But in this laughter, it seems to be mixed with some inexplicable sadness and sadness...

　　……

　　 The God of Light died, and the whole world was plunged into darkness. Dark clouds covered the sky, and disturbed thunder and lightning wandered among the clouds.

　　 And at this moment, something suddenly fell from the sky...

"boom!!!"

After the loud roar of 　　, a huge pit appeared on the originally flat ground, and inside the pit was a figure in ragged clothes.

　　 "Cough...cough cough..."

　　 The **** who used to be extremely handsome and smiled heartily in front of the gods is now vomiting blood, and his blood is sometimes mixed with small fragments of his liver and lungs.

He was not as strong as Thor, the **** of thunder. He was driven out of Asaph Garden by the angry gods from Asaph Garden and dropped into the sky. Several ribs broke directly and plunged deeply into his. Among the internal organs, if it weren't for its strong resilience as a descendant of the frost giant, I am afraid it would have died.

　　 "Boom..."

　　 In the sky, Thunder Dragon wandered, and the heavy rain fell instantly.

　　During the heavy rain, a shallow layer of stagnant water...blood-red stagnant water soon formed in the deep pit.

　　 While lying in this filthy deep pit, the figure did nothing, just lay so quietly, letting the rain disturb his hair, and the dead pupils were empty.

　　 After a long time, he stretched out a hand to cover his face, and the rain splashed on his face, forming a series of water marks flowing down, as if he was crying silently.