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Chapter 379 Obtaining the Power of the Ancient Gods

The reason for the battle is unknown.

However, Odin used all his strength.

He first summoned his legendary eight-legged horse Sleipnir, a white horse with thunderous speed and divine might, followed by Odin's golden armor and divine spear.

Gino was equally unwilling to be outdone.

What do you have?

I have angel wings.

Do you have a sharpshooter?

I have a body of steel.

As golden angel wings emerged from behind the boy, they clashed repeatedly with Odin, who was riding a divine steed.

They moved constantly across the battlefield.

Each attack caused the palace buildings to collapse.

The Asgardian soldiers who came to their aid from all sides also dared not make any rash moves or set foot in this terrifying area. They could only watch from afar as the two figures turned into countless afterimages and fought together, each attack causing the air to tremble.

"Is this... is this even a human being capable of fighting like this?"

One of the soldiers looked on with a questioning expression. He had never heard of the people of Midgar becoming so powerful.

But what he saw this time was something he would never forget.

"Perhaps I should be more respectful to the people of Midgard in the future."

With that thought in mind, the group watched the two fight again.

How can one describe the battle between the two?

Their voices could not be heard, but the thunder and lightning, and the roar of golden magical energy, proved the intensity of the battle.

Every strike, every punch, shook the earth.

At this level, ordinary hand-to-hand combat or scheming tactics are no longer effective.

The key to victory lies in the simplest and most straightforward magical clashes, overwhelming force with brute power, and defeating the opponent with absolute strength.

boom!

Another explosion ripped open, and Odin rolled out of the smoke and dust.

The old man's white beard was already covered in soot. He coughed twice and stared at Gino expressionlessly, but in his heart, a huge storm was raging.

This guy is so strong he's practically inhuman!

He even felt as if he were facing the complete World Tree, whose power seemed limitless and unfathomable.

"What's wrong? Tired? If you're tired, just admit you're getting old and give up the position of God-King. I'll sit there for a few days too."

Gino rubbed his shoulders. To be honest, he hadn't even used his full strength yet, but his opponent was already exhausted.

This made Gino feel that the battle wasn't quite as satisfying as he had hoped.

However, my main purpose is not to fight.

Sure enough, upon hearing Gino's words, Odin's inherent warlike nature was awakened.

"I never said I gave up."

As Odin spoke, he turned to look at his throne, which had been overturned in the hall: "And I want to sit in that position for a few more years!"

Neither Loki nor Thor has grown strong enough to stand up to a force on their own, and he is not at ease leaving the people of Asgard in the hands of these two.

One is a simpleton, reckless and unintelligent, who can do nothing but swing his fists, while the other only likes to play dirty tricks and schemes.

It is important to understand that becoming a ruler requires following the path of righteousness, not resorting to intrigue and deceit.

Moreover, given Loki's unconventional personality, Odin was equally uneasy.

"Then why bother with all this nonsense?"

Gino smiled and raised his hand, a terrifying sphere of energy gathering in his palm.

"Heavenly Magic!"

Gino, like a seasoned and experienced chef, channeled the golden, shimmering angelic energy within him, gathering it in his palm.

The shimmering orb of light constantly changed its glow.

then.

"The power of dreams".

The boy shouted out the name of another energy source.

Purple mist, like smoke, slowly swirled around the sphere of light, adding a terrifying sense of oppression to the small sphere.

"Feel the double explosion of heaven and dreams, Odin!"

Under the God-King's bloodshot gaze, Gino slowly tossed the ball of light at him.

"boom!"

Without any aftershock, the multicolored light that exploded instantly spread outwards at a terrifying speed, sweeping across all places!

Odin had no time to react; his instincts made him raise his spear and hold it horizontally in front of his chest, only to be engulfed by the magnificent light in the next second.

The already crumbling palace collapsed instantly in the explosion, sending dust billowing into the air.

But that wasn't the end of it. The terrifying energy explosion continued to spread from the palace throughout the entire Asgardian realm.

The Asgardian soldiers who were watching the battle from all sides were dumbfounded. They had only come to watch the show, but they never expected to be blown up by the explosion!

"Run!"

It's unclear who shouted first, but then all the soldiers scrambled and stumbled away as if they'd gone mad.

They are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of dying in vain.

Being killed by an explosion during a battle between powerful figures is obviously a meaningless way to die.

If this is how they'd die, they'd rather challenge the dragons of the Will Mountains.

At the very least, even if you fail, you can still be praised as a warrior.

But clearly, these unfortunate souls were not as fast as the aftershocks of the explosion.

Just as the explosion was about to engulf them, time, space, and everyone's actions seemed to be paused.

A dazzling golden leaf slowly emerged from the sky, then, like a gentle mother, sprouted countless emerald green buds, enveloping all the soldiers and the entire Asgardian architecture.

These emerald green shoots seemed to possess boundless magic, extinguishing all the aftershocks of the explosion.

Meanwhile, inside the collapsed Asgardian temple, Odin, who was already in a sorry state, now looked even more disheveled as he lay sprawled on the ground.

His eight-legged steed had already been killed in the explosion; the only trace that could prove its existence was a horse leg hanging on Odin's shoulder.

Odin's condition wasn't much better; his white skin turned charred black, like charcoal after being roasted at high temperatures.

His white beard was also burned away. If one had to describe Odin in this state, it would be: miserable.

If it were just two words, it would be: terrible.

However, compared to Odin's miserable state, Gino seemed to be in a much better position.

Despite having just used a powerful attack, he showed no signs of fatigue. On the contrary, he gazed with great interest at Asgard, which lay not far beyond the ruins.

At this moment, the entire Asgard is immersed in green magical energy.

Gino could sense that these magical energies contained terrifying magic.

The World Tree, this ancient plant god, possesses unfathomable and terrifying power, capable of supporting the operation of an entire plane and forming a self-contained civilization.

"And you."

Gino rubbed his neck and glanced at Odin: "Stay here quietly, I'm going to talk to your boss."

(End of this chapter)