PFC Chapter 467 Asgard Encounters (Page 12)
Chapter 467 Asgard Encounters (Page 12)
Utopia, Central Control Room.
Lin Qiye's communicator suddenly emitted a piercing buzzer, and a holographic projection was forcibly ejected—
Ye Fan's figure appeared, his face as solemn as iron, with the Night Watch headquarters' busy command center in the background.
“Seven Nights, something has happened in Asgard.” His voice carried an unusual sense of urgency.
Lin Qiye's Eternal Night Domain rippled slightly: "Commander Ye, what's the specific situation?"
Baili Pangpang leaned over, half a spicy snack dangling from his mouth: "Asgard? Odin's hometown? What kind of trouble are they causing now?"
Ye Fan frowned: "Internal strife... The Loki faction and the traditional factions are at war, and three chief gods have already died."
Baili Pangpang's eyes lit up: "Great! Dogs fighting! We can just watch the show!"
Ye Fan shook his head: "If it were just internal strife, it would indeed be advantageous to us... but Loki just announced that he is going to challenge for the 'Supreme Godhood'."
The control room fell into a deathly silence.
An Qingyu's mechanical arm suddenly stopped: "The Supreme God? Loki?!"
Zhang Yun's Candle Dragon True Flame silently ignited: "God of Deception... If he were to reach the highest level, the consequences would be unimaginable."
Cao Yuan's black blade surged slightly with murderous intent: "...Troublesome."
Ye Fan brought up the data panel, which displayed Asgard's energy readings—
“Loki has already devoured the divine essence of ‘God of War’ Tyr and ‘God of Light’ Baldr… His energy level is approaching the threshold of the Supreme Realm.”
In the holographic image, the sky of Asgard was torn apart by crimson and eerie green light, and countless Valhalla collapsed in the war of the gods.
Lin Qiye's pupils contracted slightly: "Has he gone mad? Devouring a fellow god's essence... will cause divine corruption!"
Ye Fan sighed: "Loki never cared about these things... He only had one goal—to become the only 'Supreme Trickster' in the Nine Realms."
Ye Fan played an encrypted video—
On the ruins of the Golden Palace in Asgard, Loki stood before the shattered throne, his green robes stained with blood, a maniacal smile playing on his lips.
"Listen up, you fools of the Nine Realms!"
His voice resonated through divine power, spreading throughout all pantheons:
"I will ascend to the highest realm through cunning...and reshape the order of the Nine Realms!"
"The first sacrifice... was that godless land in the East!"
In the video, he raised his hand and crushed a jade talisman—it was the badge of the Great Xia Night Watchman!
"Night Watchmen...your nightmare...has begun!"
The video abruptly ended.
Baili Pangpang was so angry he jumped up and down: "That old sly bastard! I'll pluck his beard off one of these days!"
Zhang Yun's Candle Dragon True Flame surged: "Where is he now?"
Ye Fan: "It should be at the top of the World Tree in Asgard... that's the best place to break through."
Lin Qiye's black-boxed straight sword trembled slightly: "We must stop him."
Ye Fan nodded: "Headquarters has decided... to send out a 'special intervention team'."
He looked at Lin Qiye: "'Nightfall'...you are the best candidates."
Baili Pangpang patted his chest and said confidently, "Don't worry! My electromagnetic cannon has been itching for a long time!"
Anqingyu's mechanical arm popped up a holographic map: "The spatial structure of Asgard is unstable... It is recommended to infiltrate from the 'Rainbow Bridge Ruins'."
Cao Yuan's black blade softened its menacing aura: "When do we depart?"
Ye Fan: "Now... every second that is delayed increases the probability of Loki breaking through."
The broken section of the Rainbow Bridge on the border of Asgard.
The massive golden bridge snapped in half, revealing turbulent currents of spacetime beneath it.
Baili Pangpang's electromagnetic cannon scanned the surroundings: "This place... is even worse than the demolition site at my house."
An Qingyu's mechanical arm locked onto an energy rift: "Cut in from here... and you can reach the roots of the World Tree directly."
Zhang Yun's Candle Dragon True Flame scorched open a spatial rift: "Let's go."
The moment everyone slipped into the crevice, a dark figure silently followed—
"Shua——!!!"
Cao Yuan's black blade suddenly slashed behind him!
"clang--!!!"
Amidst the clanging of metal, a figure wearing a raven mask emerged.
"A raven?" Lin Qiye frowned. "An envoy from Asgard?"
The raven spoke in human language: "Acting God-King Heimdall... greets you all."
It tossed out a golden rune: "This is the World Tree's 'passport'... which can help you avoid some traps."
Baili Pangpang asked warily, "Why are you helping us?"
Crow: "The enemy of my enemy is my friend."
Before it spread its wings and disappeared, it left behind a warning: "Beware of Loki's 'Maze of Lies'... Everything there... is fake."
...
Asgard.
This once glorious, powerful, and orderly kingdom of gods is now shrouded in an eerie and oppressive atmosphere.
Above the sky, the eternal golden radiance seemed to have dimmed somewhat, as it was torn apart by the turbulent currents of divine power, mixed with eerie green and scarlet, that occasionally swept across the horizon.
Amidst the magnificent architectural complex,
The former hustle and bustle and vitality have been replaced by a tense silence, with only the occasional, muffled, thunderous sound of energy colliding in the distance.
This serves as a reminder that this divine realm is currently embroiled in a brutal civil war.
The air was filled with a faint smell of divine blood and a kind of...sweet smell, like a lie fermenting, which made people instinctively uneasy.
Inside the temple,
The space was so vast it was almost empty, with the towering dome hidden in shadow. Only a few pale green beams of light shone through the magic gems embedded in the walls, barely illuminating the central area.
Twisted, writhing runes were carved into the cold, hard, inky black stone pillars, casting long, swaying shadows.
Like a living creature lying in hibernation.
The ground was as smooth as a mirror.
The eerie light reflected from above offered no warmth, only a chilling cold that crept up from the soles of my feet.
Si Xiaonan's footsteps sounded exceptionally clear in the deathly silent hall.
Each step struck the cold stone surface, producing a faint yet penetrating echo, as if striking the heart with a drumbeat.
She lowered her eyelids.
Deliberately concealing all his aura and emotional fluctuations, like a cautious ghost, he passed through the vast, unsettlingly empty hall.
Finally, it stopped before that enormous throne forged from the branches of the world tree and the bones of dragons.
On the throne of God,
The one lounging lazily is none other than Loki, the god of trickery and the root of this turmoil in the realm of the gods.
He was dressed in a dark green divine robe.
The hem of the robe trailed down like flowing venom, embroidered with countless pairs of prying and deceitful eyes in deeper silk threads, shifting with the light.
Those eyes seemed to be moving slightly.
His handsome yet sinister face wore a playful smile, as if he knew everything yet mocked everything, as he casually toyed with two alchemical gourds in his hands.
The gourd was made of neither gold nor jade.
Its surface is radiant with mysterious cloud patterns that appear naturally. At the mouth of the gourd, there is a breathtakingly powerful energy and a trace of... eternal and immortal Daoist charm.
The faint aura emanating from him alone made the distorted light around him even more mesmerizing.
"Lord Loki!"
Si Xiaonan's voice broke the silence before the throne.
Her voice was steady, even carrying a perfectly measured hint of awe, revealing nothing unusual, just as it had been during countless previous reports.
Loki seemed to shift his attention slightly away from the two treasures in his hands that were enough to drive the gods mad, and his gaze fell on Si Xiaonan below.
His deep, abyss-like eyes, seemingly concealing countless conspiracies and whirlpools, narrowed slightly, the curve of his lips deepened, and his smile became even more intense and unfathomable.
"Xiao Nan..." he drawled.
The voice, like a sweet poison, gently echoed in the hall.
"It was thanks to you, who went through countless hardships and dangers, that you brought me back this elixir of eternal immortality."
Not long after,
Then I can truly break through the bottleneck that has troubled me for so long and step into the supreme divine realm.
At that time, I will be able to completely and utterly control Asgard and reshape the order of the Nine Realms.
He gently shook the gourd in his hand.
The gourd seemed to emit subtle sounds of stars rising and falling, and the universe cycling, captivating the senses. His gaze was fixed on Si Xiaonan, as if admiring her, yet also scrutinizing her.
"Well, you really should thank me, right?"
The tone and word choice in this sentence are extremely subtle.
He pronounced the word "thank you" very softly.
It even carried a hint of eerie intimacy, but to the ear, it gave one an inexplicable chilling sensation, as if one had been licked by a venomous snake's tongue.
Si Xiaonan's fingers, hanging at her sides, curled almost imperceptibly, the fingertips digging into her palms, bringing a slight stinging sensation, which helped her maintain her composure.
But on her lowered face,
The muscle twitched slightly, though the change was so subtle as to be almost imperceptible, as if it were merely an illusion of light and shadow.
She took a deep breath and responded in an even more humble tone, delegating all the credit:
"Everything is thanks to your great strength and planning. I... I am only fortunate enough to contribute my meager loyalty to your grand vision and great cause. I dare not take credit for it."
Loki's eerie smile grew even more pronounced.
He seemed quite satisfied with the answer, or perhaps he had anticipated it.
He didn't delve deeper into the topic of "gratitude," but instead shifted the focus, offering a promise that would sway the heart of any bound person:
"Once I successfully break through to the Supreme God Realm and become Asgard's only God-King..." His voice was full of allure, as if he were painting an incredibly beautiful blueprint.
“I will terminate the agency contract between us and release you from all the constraints imposed upon you. You will gain true and complete freedom.”
free!
These two words struck Si Xiaonan's heart like a thunderbolt, instantly creating a monstrous wave.
Countless days and nights of forbearance, struggle, being forced to carry out orders against one's conscience, and constantly pretending to be fearful... it all seems to have finally come to an end, and the reward is in sight!
A surge of intense and overwhelming excitement rushed into her heart.
Her breath caught for a moment, almost breaking through the mask of composure she had been so carefully maintaining.
however,
This wave of excitement came on fiercely, but receded just as quickly.
Simply because Loki sits on the throne.
He is the god of trickery.
The master of lies and deception.
His promises and words are like flowers in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water—seemingly beautiful, but perhaps just the beginning of another, more elaborate and cruel deception.
His favorite thing is to give hope, and then crush it with his own hands, enjoying the despair on the other person's face as they fall from heaven to hell.
The countless painful lessons and bloody examples of the past, like a cold tide, instantly extinguished the fiery passion that had just ignited in her heart.
The excitement vanished abruptly.
They came quickly and left even faster, as if they had never existed.