Lu Mingfei, why are you slaying dragons if you're not involved!

Chapter 259 Gungnir
The rain fell like countless silver spears, and the asphalt road twisted in the pale shimmer of the water until the light, concentrated into a single point, burst forth.

The element of fire, to some extent, represents "movement." Only the king can make them obediently huddle together and sit in a row. Now, their restless nature is finally being released... light and heat!
Su Enxi's previous estimate of this creation, "The Pen Comes True," was the simplest and most rough. But in reality, quantitative change leads to qualitative change. At this moment, the core temperature has risen to a level that is difficult to estimate numerically. It was created for only one purpose: to incinerate everything!
The torrential rain was vaporized before it could even withstand the onslaught, expanding into a vacuum in an instant. Flames shaped by pure destructive will stretched out their bodies and formed a huge canopy. A tree of flames named after death appeared out of thin air and forcefully pushed aside the thousands of slanting raindrops!
A deafening explosion accompanied by a mushroom cloud rising up. Even God's power was powerless at this moment. He was too close. The endless heat and the explosive expansion of the water broke through His control in an instant and swallowed Him up!
Then an angry roar erupted from it, the sound even drowning out the explosion. Such a powerful attack was not enough to seriously injure Odin, but even a slight injury was enough to enrage him.

Humans, mere insects, should have been honored to be chosen by God as servants, but instead, they not only refused but even attacked God in return.
And he actually succeeded!
What a blasphemy!
In its rage, the power of authority was mobilized, and the vaporized rainwater was forcibly bound and shaped invisibly. The water vapor was forced to liquefy back into water, forming the outline of a long spear that was curved like a tree branch.

Gungnir! In mythology, it is a spear that will always hit its target. Once thrown, it is like a shooting star streaking across the night sky. Odin already possessed it, but for some reason, he chose to recreate it with water.

Despite being a temporary imitation, it still possessed terrifying power. The rain seemed to be divided by an invisible aura, or as if it instinctively avoided the sharpness of the spear.

With his single eye, he aimed and hurled the Gungnir, made of water. In the blink of an eye, the spear transformed into a streak of light, flashing across the sky, rushing past the tollbooth, and heading straight for the black Mercedes struggling to disappear into the torrential rain.

Like throwing a spear at a leaf swaying in a stormy sea.

Gungnir tore through the air, arriving almost instantly!
Just as it was about to catch up with the Mercedes S65 AMG, the ground behind the car suddenly bulged up.

A slender and graceful figure, like a lone crane, appeared in the storm. It was as if the scene had been edited; one second there was no one there, and the next, she appeared out of thin air on the path between the galloping horse and the spear.

It was as if she had been standing there from the very beginning, unaffected by the raging wind and rain. The ground seemed to come alive, as if it had a life of its own, blocking the Gungnir made of water. A piercing sound rang out. The Gungnir was incredibly sharp, but the earth was infinite!
Gungnir dispersed in frustration; it was ultimately just a fake.

The Mercedes S65 AMG engine continued to roar as it drove further and further away. The man driving the car was unaware of this scene, as if some invisible force was obscuring it.

"So it was you hiding here."

Jormungandr gazed at the tollbooth in the distance, and at the eight-legged winged horse and Odin standing silently behind the rain.

Her voice was very soft, yet completely unaffected by the raging wind and rain.

"I searched for so long after I discovered the brand on his body, but I couldn't find it... Well, only you could hide so well."

Jormungandr laughed contemptuously, "Now you're not hiding anymore, are you confident of success? Or are you just desperate?"

Odin remained silent, like a voiceless puppet beneath his armor, with only the tip of his Gungnir spear slightly raised and wavering.

"If you dare to throw that thing outside, then I really will have to change my opinion of you."

Jormungandr chuckled coldly.

Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, Odin's figure began to blur behind the rain, and the tollbooth also disappeared into the seemingly endless rain.

"Pah! You old bastard, still thinking of messing with my people..."

Jormungandr's expression suddenly changed, as if she had breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, she no longer seemed like the noble Queen of the Earth and Mountains, but rather as if another, more quirky personality was awakening within the Supreme Being.

"Ugh, thank goodness I followed him out. That jerk is so reckless. He's really exhausted himself. He needs to eat something good to make up for it! It's decided, the night raid continues!" The girl muttered to herself as she walked away.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed across the dark night sky. The lightning was so powerful that it illuminated the entire sky as bright as day.

After a while——

"boom!"

The deafening thunder even penetrated the concert hall's soundproof walls. By the time it accomplished this, it had become faint, but all the guests in the concert hall still frowned and looked uncomfortable.

This wasn't because the sudden thunder disrupted the ongoing musical atmosphere, but because the reverberation came almost seamlessly from the concert hall's sound system.

The volume was so loud that it even reached the design limits of those high-quality, expensive speakers, causing the casing to tremble noticeably.

Immediately following the loud bang was a piercing and noisy electrical hum, which then subsided. The young pianist performing on stage was somewhat flustered. Before he could mentally prepare himself to continue the performance, low laughter came from the speakers again.

The laughter was deep, yet inexplicably grand and solemn, as if echoing in an ancient bronze bell.

"what's the situation?"

Old Tang looked around in confusion, "Did the operator slack off and connect the wrong CD?"

"Quiet," said Genji, who was standing next to him.

Old Tang was about to ask why when he suddenly noticed that Yuan Zhisheng's face was ashen. If that were all, it would be fine, but the problem was that he had actually opened his coat and taken out a... knife.

"Hey buddy, you're not planning to rob someone, are you? What era are we living in? If you're going to rob someone, you should at least have some modern weapons to succeed!" he joked, his muscles subtly tensing.

As a seasoned hunter, Old Tang was quite skilled, and he was confident that he could subdue this pretty boy within three rounds, even if he were to fight bare-handed.

"Listen carefully!"

Yuan Zhisheng's forehead veins throbbed. He felt a pang of regret, thinking he should have knocked the guy next to him unconscious first. But given the current situation, the other person might actually be of some help.

Old Tang was taken aback. He listened carefully... Actually, there was no need to listen carefully anymore, because the sound coming from the speakers grew louder and louder. It was an unimaginable way of speaking, a hoarse and husky voice with a kingly majesty, like the tolling of church bells.

For some reason, he understood the meaning of the voice.

Praise the awakening of my king, destruction is rebirth!

(End of this chapter)