# 1324
Chapter 1325: The God of Mischief Descends
"Damn it! The intruders have released the serious criminals on the second floor!!"
Several soldiers from the Norse forces rushing through the corridor, upon seeing Lin Qiye gripping the Ame-no-Murakumo tearing open a corner of the seal, their expressions instantly turned grim!
"These seals even the Chief Gods couldn't break—how did a single human manage this?!"
"Stop him quickly!"
"It's too late! Three prison cells have already been breached."
"This is going to be a disaster..."
Amid the Norse soldiers' exclamations, three figures stepped out of the cells. Their builds and skin colors differed, as if from different nations, but their bodies were covered with grotesque, twisted scars—apparently from some kind of torture device.
"Hahahaha... I'm free!! You damned Norse gods, you won't困住我 again!!"
One of them, a stout Indian God, had apparently been imprisoned for who knows how long. His disheveled hair stuck out like a chicken's nest, but his voice rang out like a great bell.
Before his laughter could fade, a tsunami-like wave of murderous aura surged from behind. A pair of scarlet beast pupils gleamed with wild killing intent in the darkness—Fenrir opened its blood-soaked maw and instantly tore off half of this Indian God's body!
"...Idiot." A diminutive figure shrouded in black mist growled lowly, turning without hesitation and fleeing in the opposite direction.
The second-to-last floor of this Dungeon imprisoned mostly Lesser Gods who had committed grave sins against Asgard or other pantheons. Facing the wolf Fenrir, they stood virtually no chance.
Another Lesser God criminal who had broken free showed not a moment of hesitation either, turning and running as well.
Seeing these Lesser God criminals so spineless, Lin Qiye, flying at the front, couldn't help but curse in his heart.
This wasn't what he had imagined at all!
Logically speaking, now that he had released the prisoners here, shouldn't they be filled with hatred for Asgard and launch a blood-soaked battle to wash away their shame?
One Fenrir had them running with their tails between their legs. That was pathetically cowardly.
Though he continued mentally吐槽ing, the Ame-no-Murakumo in Lin Qiye's hand showed no signs of stopping. Since a few Lesser Gods couldn't stop Fenrir, releasing more would surely have some effect. After all, once these criminals were out, Asgard would be the one with a headache.
As the Ame-no-Murakumo continued sweeping through the divine seals, cell after cell broke open from within. Figure after figure flew out—some laughed wildly like the Indian God before, while others immediately sensed the situation was unfavorable and chose to save themselves.
But when the number of freed deities approached ten, the situation began to change subtly...
The deities who had broken free glanced at each other, their speed gradually slowing. Some turned back with unfriendly gazes to look at Fenrir chasing behind them.
Fenrir, rapidly advancing through the corridor, also slowed. Those scarlet beast pupils fixed on the nine Lesser Gods gathering ahead, filled with wariness.
A low growl emerged from within the black cloud of murderous aura, like a warning.
The atmosphere suddenly froze.
Just then, a low voice rang out from the crowd:
"If we don't kill this thing, none of us will escape... What are you waiting for? Has being locked in this Dungeon all these years shrunk your courage?"
"We're so many here—whose body isn't stained with Norse blood? It's just a beast. We join forces and kill it!"
"Kill it! I want to seek revenge on Loki!"
"Were you also imprisoned by Loki?"
"Hmph! If he hadn't used a poison trick to force me to ambush Sif, how could I have ended up here?"
"Loki killed my child. I have a blood feud with him. After we get out, we can join forces!"
"Good! Let's kill this beast first!!"
The words fell from several Lesser God criminals. They simultaneously transformed into streaks of light, shooting toward Fenrir. The black cloud of murderous aura churned violently. Amid a deafening wolf howl, the entire bottom of the Dungeon trembled violently.
Not far away, Lin Qiye dispelled the transformation magic on his body, returning his low voice to normal, and quietly retreated to the side.
That first sentence had indeed been his idea—without giving these Lesser God criminals some motivation, who knew how long they would have stalled. But he never expected so many of them to have grudges against Loki.
If not for Loki, they might not have united so quickly.
The dim Dungeon blazed brilliantly from the clashing divine powers. Fenrir's howls echoed through the corridors, painfully loud in Lin Qiye's ears. That massive black silhouette stood like a mountain forged of steel—even facing the combined assault of nine Lesser Gods, it remained undefeated.
In such confined terrain, a battle of this scale erupted. The aftershocks of their clashes swiftly cracked the surrounding walls grotesquely. Cell after cell collapsed. More criminals broke free and joined the wolf-hunting assault.
Just then, countless black threads suddenly appeared from nowhere, weaving through the air above the battlefield. The void above twisted!
Loki?
Lin Qiye was all too familiar with these black threads. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his heart sank.
According to the plan, Loki should have been ambushed and killed by Si Xiaonan and Agent 27 working together. Now that Loki had appeared, didn't that mean...
At the same time, the deities currently battling Fenrir also changed expressions.
"Trickery?! Loki is here!!"
"Damn it! Why now..."
"Kill Loki first! Otherwise, none of us will escape!"
"Wait... that doesn't look like... Loki?"
Amid the crowd's exclamations, Lin Qiye also looked up toward the sky. Within countless interwoven black threads, a figure draped in a blood-stained black trench coat slowly stepped out mid-air...
When he saw that familiar face, Lin Qiye's pupils constricted sharply. He gaped in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief:
"...Xiaonan?"
Lin Qiye clearly sensed that诡计法则—the Law of Mischief—radiated from Si Xiaonan's body... Could it be that she had become the new God of Mischief?
How was that possible?
Even if she had killed Loki and seized the Law of Mischief, how had she resolved the problem of dissolution?!
Just as Lin Qiye's doubts swirled, Si Xiaonan, standing in mid-air, slowly lowered her gaze to look down at Fenrir below. Her eyes narrowed slightly...