# 1271
Chapter 1272: Below the Dungeon
Abyss Dungeon.
"Cough cough cough..."
A member of the Norse Battle Division, dressed in black battle armor, hunched over and walked weakly along the dim corridor.
"Halt." The two Norse Battle Division guards standing at the end of the corridor spoke up.
The weak man slowly stopped.
"Who are you? Which division?" One guard scrutinized the weak man before him with suspicion.
"Fourth Division, Norse Battle Division, ID number 39180." The weak man raised his hand and waved it gently. The two guards only saw a blur before them, and a black token appeared out of thin air.
They took the token and examined it carefully. The weak man continued, "Lord Loki has some questions for the prisoner in the depths of the Dungeon, so he sent me to interrogate."
The two guards confirmed the token was authentic and returned it to the weak man. Their expressions softened slightly: "Brother, you're injured this badly and still have to come ask questions for Lord Loki?"
"There were foreign god assassins outside last night, right? Got injured during the encirclement. It's nothing serious."
The weak man took back the token, forced a smile onto his lips, and continued down the dim corridor. This time, the two guards didn't stop him. Instead, they each stepped back, making way for him.
The weak man walked along the corridor for about ten minutes. There were three such checkpoints like this. As he ventured deeper, the burning torches on both sides gradually turned eerie green and ghastly. The temperature plummeted, and white frost even formed on the rough stone bricks beneath his feet.
"Hiss——!"
A heavy gasp came from above the corridor, and the surrounding temperature dropped further.
The weak man looked up to see a massive black-purple creature standing atop a floating circular platform like a mountain peak. Its fierce head, half the size of a soccer field, protruded from the platform. Its needle-like fur swayed rhythmically with its bellows-like breathing.
It was a wolf.
The guardian of the abyss, child of Loki, the demon wolf Fenrir.
Though only half its head was visible from the platform, its shadow already covered the entire corridor. A pair of scarlet giant eyes stared fixedly at the weak man, its pupils slightly dilating as if trying to identify him.
Faced with such a terrifying giant wolf, the weak man showed no panic. After a moment of silence, he actually reached out his hand to touch a few strands of Fenrir's protruding fur.
Under the dim greenish firelight, the weak man's pale face flickered slightly and actually transformed into Loki's appearance.
Upon seeing this, Fenrir suddenly lifted its head and carefully sniffed the approaching hand. The hostility in its eyes swiftly faded. It even leaned into the hand willingly, looking quite pleased.
The weak man stroked the demon wolf Fenrir for a moment, then turned and continued deeper into the Dungeon.
Under the eerie green firelight, the man's face changed again, returning to his previous pale and weak appearance.
Soon, he arrived before a heavily guarded cell.
"I need to interrogate him alone. All of you, stand down."
The weak man pointed to the figure imprisoned deep within the cell, took out a token, and addressed the Norse Battle Division members guarding the area.
"Lord Loki's token?" One guard frowned slightly. After hesitating, he shook his head and said, "I need to report to Lord狱神 and Lord Vidar. This prisoner was brought back by Lord Thor and is a key convict. Not even Lord Loki has the authority to interrogate."
Upon hearing this, the weak man's brow rose slightly.
"Are you sure you read that correctly? This is Lord Thor's authorization."
As he spoke, the token in his hand flickered and strangely transformed into a pale blue sheet of paper with several lines of text. Between the brushstrokes, several bolts of lightning could even be seen dancing.
The guard's gaze suddenly became unfocused, dazed for half a second before coming back to his senses. He stared at the paper in confusion for a long moment, then nodded to the weak man: "Alright, but make it quick."
With a gentle wave of his hand, the Norse Battle Division members guarding the cell quickly withdrew, leaving a quiet area.
The weak man watched them leave. The pale blue paper in his hand flickered again, turning into an old dark gold lady's pocket watch, which he tucked back into his chest.
"Cough cough cough..." He weakly coughed a few times, used a key to unlock the cell door, and stepped inside.
In the dim prison, a silver-haired woman, her hair stained with blood, had her limbs pierced through by iron chains and hung up, each attached to a different lightning pillar. A black shackle locked around her fair neck, holding her head in place. Grotesque fangs hung from the chains at the end of the shackle, bizarrely chewing at the air like a living thing.
The woman's body was covered in bloodstains everywhere. Deep crimson blood dripped from her bare feet onto the rough stone bricks, forming a pool of blood. Her disheveled hair was stuck to her cheeks by dried blood, nearly obscuring her features.
The weak man's brow furrowed slightly.
His gaze swept across the surroundings. Various grim and ferocious torture implements still had warm blood on them—she must have just been interrogated.
Nearly the moment she heard the weak man enter, Jinian slowly lifted her lowered head. A gaze pierced through her disheveled hair and fell upon him. She sneered:
"What? Didn't get what you wanted, so now you're going to increase the torture?"
The weak man gazed at Jinian's battered body and spoke bitterly: "It's me..."
He reached up and brushed his hand across his face. The man's features vanished, replaced by a pale, ordinary girl's face.
"Xiaonan?" Jinian, upon seeing this, was slightly stunned. "Why are you here?"
"I heard Thor captured the leader of the Oath Society and locked her in the depths of the abyss Dungeon. I came immediately to rescue you." Si Xiaonan smiled. "The demon wolf guarding the top of the Dungeon is Loki's child. As long as I use his God's Ruins to weave 'trickery,' I can easily deceive it.
Besides, I'm very familiar with this place."
Upon hearing this, Jinian's gaze softened gradually. "My clever Xiaonan... By the way, have you seen Lin Qiye?"
"Lin Qiye?" Si Xiaonan was startled. "No, is he in Asgard too?"
"He came in with me, but he wasn't locked up here. I don't know how he's doing now... He changed his identity, so it's normal you don't have news of him." Jinian thought for a moment. "But with his intelligence, he should escape soon enough.
By the way, did you receive the things I had someone bring you?"
"I received them." Si Xiaonan nodded firmly. "You did it perfectly. Not a single flaw."
"Hehe, don't you know who you're talking to?" Jinian grinned, but quickly burst into violent coughing as if pulling at her wounds.
"Don't move! I'm going to get you down right now!" Si Xiaonan, upon seeing this, was about to walk toward Jinian.
"No, don't." Jinian immediately spoke, her expression turning serious. "Thank you for your kindness, but I can't leave yet."