Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 70 The Vanished Evil God

(Because I unexpectedly missed an update yesterday, there will be a few more updates later as compensation.)
"Boom!!!"

Amidst the deafening roar of thunder, furious howls echoed throughout the entire underwater palace, causing it to shake violently. Even the gods themselves were unsteady on their feet, and the dishes and bowls laden with food on the long table tipped over, with countless precious porcelain and pottery vessels falling to the ground and shattering into pieces.

Amidst this chaos, heavy footsteps echoed from outside the palace.

"Tap...tap..."

Against a backdrop of daylight illuminated by flashes of lightning, a tall figure strode heavily into a magnificent underwater palace. His face, obscured by darkness, exuded an indescribable terror.

"Crack!!!"

As a blinding flash of lightning streaked across the sky, the white light illuminated the newcomer's sharply defined face. He raised his head, his gloomy face contorted with fury and rage, revealing an unprecedented expression of rage and savagery.

His body was covered in blood, as if he had just emerged from a sea of ​​blood. Blood was still seeping down from his armor, down his calves and the seams of his skirt.

Mjolnir's right hand, gripping the magic hammer, trembled uncontrollably. The veins on the bare back of his hand bulged from rage and exertion, leaving no doubt that the hammer in Thor's hand would smash the head of his former friend in the next moment.

All the gods had come to this divine feast, but he alone was too busy fighting the frost giants who dared to defy the gods' rule to attend. After he had slain all the frost giants, he excitedly arrived at the underwater palace, only to be astonished to hear Loki and Sif's conversation outside the palace.

He clenched his teeth angrily, first glancing deeply at Sif beside him. Sif, pale-faced, looked at him with a deep sense of unease, guilt, and remorse.

Thor stared at Sif, his lips twitching as if he were forcibly suppressing his anger. He then ignored Sif and turned to look at Loki.

"Loki!!!"

He growled in a low voice, a growl like that of a lion before its rage, which sent a deep unease through everyone.

“I’m going to kill you… I’m going to kill you, you bastard who’s full of deceit and lies, filthy to the extreme, and disgusting.”

With that, he raised his warhammer and walked toward Loki, his eyes blazing with fury.

It wasn't a figment of his imagination; scorching flames truly erupted from his eyes, burning every inch of Thor's skin, making him look like a fire-man enveloped in flames.

With each step he took, a burning spark was left on the ground. At the same time, sparks fell from his body and landed on the ground, where they quickly spread and burned in the waterless underwater palace.

Every move God makes reveals His awe-inspiring divine power.

The wrath of the great god is transformed into an inextinguishable divine fire that burns; as long as the wrath continues, the fire will not go out.

Looking at Thor, who was now a man of fire, Loki's mocking smile gradually faded, his pupils became serious, and all the muscles in his body tensed up in a state of alert.

He can't escape.

His brain was already telling him this with absolute certainty.

A burning killing intent enveloped him, locking onto his every move. Every action he took would cause the Thunder God in front of him to suddenly erupt and violently swing the magic hammer in his hand, which had already slain countless frost giants, at his head.

How many frost giants has Thor killed?
No one can count the number of people, just as you can't remember how many pieces of bread you've eaten.
But he probably wouldn't mind killing another frost giant who is an evil god right now.

To others, Loki is a god proficient in all kinds of magic, whose magical skills are even admired by Odin. But to Thor, he is nothing more than a frost giant who knows a little magic.

It's just a piece of bread that's struggling.

Countless futures flashed before him, but as Thor advanced, these infinite possibilities rapidly diminished. Among these possibilities, the future of life shattered, replaced by more and more images of his death…

Death! ...

A strange tremor and a feeling of suffocation made it almost impossible for Loki, who was sitting in the wicker chair, to breathe. His consciousness was gradually becoming blurred, and he unconsciously opened his mouth, like a catfish that had fallen onto land.

In Loki's hazy perception, the faceless fire-man before him seemed like death grinning maliciously.

He was closer to death than ever before...

And just then.

"enough!!!"

Suddenly, accompanied by the God-King's roar, the heavy scepter crashed down.

The roar made the Fire Man stop in his tracks, and the oppressive aura that had been almost suffocating Loki gradually faded away.

"Cough...cough..."

Clutching his throat, Loki coughed violently, disregarding his image, a sense of relief washing over him.

He glanced at Thor before him, who was still glaring at him with eyes blazing with fury, wishing he could tear him to shreds. But the curse from the King of Gods rendered him unable to move, leaving him standing futilely in place.

Loki smiled indifferently, then turned to look up.

There, the serene One-Eyed God-King was watching him.

No matter how many scandals Loki exposed, the taciturn god-king remained unmoved, as if he knew everything, because this was a scene he had foreseen in all those futures.

On the other side, Loki was in the same boat.

The two sides were like actors on a stage, performing a script that they both knew. The only difference was that the actors were performing a fictional life, while they were performing their real lives.

"Loki, how long are you going to keep this up?"

Odin's deep, single eye seemed to see through everything as he looked at Loki and spoke in a deep voice.

Throughout, the one-eyed god-king simply watched the evil god silently, saying nothing, while watching Loki vent his dissatisfaction and anger.

Loki looked at him, then his face once again revealed that cynical, mocking smile, the ferocity and anger deep in his pupils seeming to mock the world that filled him with such deep rage.

"Ho...hohohoho...ha ...

He touched his forehead with one hand, tilted his head back, and laughed wildly while frantically pounding the long table in front of him. His laughter was tinged with tears, and an inexplicable sense of sorrow emanated from him.

After a long while, he gradually stopped laughing, then, panting, he raised his head and looked at the God-King in front of him with cold and calm eyes, and then murmured.

“Odin, you may have already succumbed to fate, but I will not.”

As he spoke, a smirk appeared on his lips, and a hint of madness shone in his eyes.

Then, in full view of the many gods, the god of fire and evil suddenly vanished from the spot.

(End of this chapter)