# 1335
Chapter 1335: Norse Catastrophe Begins
The Disaster Horn [Gjallarhorn] was itself a "Supreme" divine artifact of Asgard. They were well aware of what it meant once it was sounded.
"Stop her!!!"
Several Norse Gods roared in fury, simultaneously rushing toward Si Xiaonan, who held the [Gjallarhorn] in her hands.
Si Xiaonan gently patted Fenrir on the head, and the beast immediately surged forward, carrying terrifying murderous intent, blocking the Norse gods on Si Xiaonan's behalf.
Si Xiaonan raised the horn to her lips and took a deep breath…
BOOOOOOOM——!!!
A low horn blast, like a drumbeat muffled by cloth, resounded melodiously from within the horn. A ring of sound waves exploded outward from around Si Xiaonan!
The漫天烟尘 and debris were shattered by the horn's cry. This blast of air forced the Norse Gods battling Fenrir, along with the nearby Gods of Great Xia and the various Human Apexes, to stagger backward several steps. The blast swept across the land like a tsunami, extending infinitely toward the horizon!
If someone were observing from extreme altitude at this moment, they would witness a ring of sound waves rapidly spreading, covering all of Asgard in the blink of an eye.
Not only that, this sound wave continued to spread outward—the "Human Enclosure," the Underworld, Giant Country, Dwarf Country… at this moment, every piece of Norse land could clearly hear this mournful horn blast!
"You actually sounded the [Gjallarhorn]?!"
Tyr's face changed drastically as he stood battered and wounded from Zhou Ping's attacks. "Have you all gone mad?! Who knows what effects this thing will have—don't you fear being caught up in this disaster too?"
Zhou Ping gripped his sword, calmly meeting his eyes, and smiled lightly.
"How do you know… that we are not part of this disaster?"
Tyr's brow furrowed tightly. It seemed he wanted to say more, but his remaining shoulder was torn to shreds by sword light, blood mist exploding and scattering across the sky.
The excruciating pain contorted Tyr's face violently. He stared intently at the sky above, a sharp longsword carrying world-shaking sword intent, descending like meteoric thunder, directly piercing through his skull. Dense sword light churned, instantly shattering his form into blood mist across the heavens!
The longsword flew out from the blood mist and returned to Zhou Ping's palm. He glanced at the god of war Tyr, who had been erased by sword law, then turned to charge toward the other Norse gods.
…
In the "Mindscape."
Inside the carriage, Lin Qiye, who had been drinking tea, suddenly raised his head and looked at the birdsong and fragrant flowers outside the window.
"Did you all hear something?" Lin Qiye frowned and asked.
"We heard it." Cao Yuan nodded, somewhat uncertain. "It sounded like… a horn?"
"It's [Gjallarhorn]." An Qingyu spoke with certainty.
"They've sounded the Disaster Horn."
"This horn blast actually penetrated Master's 'Mindscape' and reached our ears directly." Baili Pangpang sighed in admiration. "Truly a fine treasure."
"Things have ultimately developed to this point after all…"
Lin Qiye murmured thoughtfully. "I wonder what disaster the [Gjallarhorn] will actually bring when activated?"
…
Above the Sacred Mountain.
Throne Hall of the Gods.
"…Are you willing to follow me and rebuild a truly existing Asgard?"
Odin's low voice echoed through the spacious hall. Thor stood below the steps, his expression filled with confusion.
"A truly existing Asgard?" Thor stretched out his hand, pointing toward the endless divine realm beyond the hall doors. "Father, isn't Asgard right here? Why rebuild?"
"Fake." Odin shook his head slightly. "Asgard, you, Sif… everything here is fake.
Not just Asgard—Great Xia's Heavenly Court, Egypt's Sun City, India's Divine Temple… everything in this world was artificially created. We don't exist at all!
Only by breaking through this world's barriers can we reach the other side, where we can rebuild a truly existing divine realm, a real Asgard!"
Odin's voice grew louder and louder. As he spoke, countless red worms in his eye sockets writhed frantically, appearing both eerie and sinister.
This scene made Thor furrow his brow involuntarily.
"You've lost your mind, Father." Thor took a deep breath and spoke solemnly. "You've gone completely mad with those Cthulhu fanatics!"
Odin's voice paused. Disappointment flickered in his eyes.
"So… you are refusing me? Thor?"
Thor clenched his fists tightly. After a moment of silence, he shook his head firmly:
"Father, I will not hand Asgard over to you again… I will not let you destroy it."
Odin stood atop the remnants of the divine throne, quietly gazing at him. After a long while, he closed his eyes with a complex expression…
BOOM——!!
Just then, the heavy horn blast came from the distance, clearly echoing through this towering Throne Hall of the Gods.
Upon hearing this sound, Thor's expression changed. He turned to look beyond the hall doors.
"[Gjallarhorn]?"
Behind him, Sif's face was also deathly pale. She murmured to herself: "The disaster… is about to befall Asgard?"
The sound of the Disaster Horn made Odin slowly open his eyes. That crimson worm-filled eye gazed at the flowing clouds beyond the hall doors and the distant horizon, then broke into a cold laugh:
"Destiny… haha, was all of this calculated long ago…"
Odin took a step forward, his form slowly descending the steps, passing before Thor and Sif, and ultimately standing at the hall entrance that overlooked Asgard.
Thor silently watched his figure, a struggle flickering in his eyes.
After a moment, he made up his mind. His right hand gripping Mjolnir tightened abruptly, and thick bolts of lightning danced around his body!
Thunder roared and divine power churned!
Thor stood in a forest of deep blue lightning, his crimson cloak rippling without wind. He spoke coldly:
"Father, you'd better leave… If you dare make a move against Asgard, I won't stand by and do nothing.
After all, at present…
I am the Norse God King!"
Odin overlooked Asgard beneath his feet, ignoring Thor, who stood behind him with surging battle intent. His tattered divine robe swayed slightly as he spoke calmly:
"Thor… since the mist descended, how long has it been?"
Thor furrowed his brow and hesitated to speak: "Over a hundred years?"
"Over a hundred years…" Odin paused. He turned his head, those crimson eyes crawling with countless red worms, gazing deeply at Thor.
"You think, during these hundred-plus years, who has been managing all of Asgard?
A hundred years… did you truly believe I would leave absolutely no contingency plans?"
The moment Odin's words fell, a诡异 crimson glow slowly brewed from the clouds above the Sacred Mountain…