# 1338
Chapter 1339: The Wrong God King
Upon hearing Lin Qiye's words, Master Chen frowned, as if he didn't understand.
An Qingyu pushed open the carriage door and walked straight to the Norse god's corpse that Sun Wukong had smashed into pulp with one strike. She picked up a piece of flesh with her fingertips and examined it carefully:
"Can't be wrong. It's the same gunk we encountered in hell."
"Odin?" Lin Qiye mused. "Could he have come back? But... there's no ash snow falling here. Why are these Norse gods polluted? And why are we unaffected?"
"The pollution on these Norse gods is different from the stuff in hell. It seems to have started from within their bodies." An Qingyu's eyes took on a grayish hue as she pushed up her glasses. "But in hell, those monsters were polluted because their skin touched the ash snow, spreading from outside to inside... In a sense, this kind of pollution is even more terrifying.
If it only touched the skin's surface, the pollution could still be prevented from spreading by quickly severing the limb. But this kind of pollution that spreads from inside out... there's simply no defense against it."
"From inside out..."
Lin Qiye murmured to himself. "So, this pollution was already inside the Norse gods?"
"Should be, otherwise it doesn't explain why we're fine." An Qingyu nodded seriously.
Hearing this exchange between Lin Qiye and An Qingyu, Vellandi, who had been standing nearby, seemed to have thought of something. Her face changed drastically!
Her form turned into a fleeting swan, darting toward the sacred river not far from the battlefield. Her right hand thrust outward, and the spear in her palm was hurled like lightning toward the source of the sacred river at the foot of the divine mountain!
Boom——!!
The spear pierced the clouds, and countless streams exploded outward. In an instant, it blew a massive hole in the upper reaches of the sacred river!
Among the riverbed fragments scattered by the impact, wisps of drifting ash mixed with the water like snowflakes, rushing downstream!
The originally clear surface of the sacred river visibly clouded over. The river reflected the towering divine mountain in the distance, along with the crimson giant eye shrouded in the clouds above... From afar, it looked as if a faint red moon was hidden in the depths of the river.
"The sacred river?!" When Lin Qiye saw this scene, as if remembering something, he exclaimed in shock. "Odin actually secretly polluted the sacred river?!"
Earlier, while chatting with the Norns in the forest, he had learned that there was only one large river with sufficient water flow within Asgard, supplying the needs of nearly all the Norse gods... that was the sacred river.
Whether it was the Chief God, a Lesser God, the divine servants or attendants living in Asgard, or even the flowers and plants cultivated there—all their drinking water came from this sacred river. Once the river was secretly polluted, all of Asgard would perish.
The Norns had always lived in seclusion in the deep mountains, sustained by a natural spring. It was precisely for this reason that they had avoided the pollution.
"The pollution level in the river is quite light—even we who have touched the ash can barely sense it, and drinking it in the short term shouldn't be a problem." An Qingyu's expression was grave. "To achieve this effect in these gods' bodies... this pollution must have been accumulating within them for at least a century."
"A century..." Lin Qiye said solemnly. "So, after Odin released the world-destroying mist over Antarctica, he began secretly polluting the Norse gods?
Does he want to turn all of Norse... into chess pieces for himself and Cthulhu?"
Back in Heaven and Hell, it had been Odin who had triggered the endless ash snow, intending to use the power of the Cthulhu Faction gods to control the dead angels and demons, making them his fighting force... Judging from the current situation, he wanted to replicate everything from Heaven and Hell in Asgard.
The difference was that Heaven and Hell back then only had corpses, and corpses don't have their own thoughts or the ability to resist. But Asgard was home to over a hundred living gods.
Polluting Asgard with ash snow was simply impractical, so he had exploited his position as the God King to secretly pollute the sacred river, slowly accumulating Cthulhu Faction pollution within the Norse gods. Whenever he wanted, he could use the pollution to corrode these Norse gods' minds, thereby taking complete control of the entire Norse pantheon!
"This is his own divine realm... how could he actually do it?" Cao Yuan looked at the countless deformed Norse gods struggling in agony before him and frowned.
Vellandi's chest heaved violently at the sight!
"ODIN!!!" Vellandi turned toward the peak of the divine mountain, roaring this name in fury. It rolled like thunder beneath the clouds.
She never could have imagined that the Ragnarök she had tried so desperately to save was actually orchestrated by their own God King, Odin!
A century ago, Odin had denied their prophecy, nearly causing the destruction of all the Norse. Later, they learned that the one who had triggered this world-destroying mist was Odin himself. Now, the Ragnarök she had tried desperately to save was also created by Odin... He was the greatest pest of all Norse!
Vellandi looked at these Norse gods covered in wart-like tumors and worm-like eyes, writhing in pain and wailing. She felt as if her chest would explode from rage.
She yanked the spear from the riverbed. Her white robes dragged behind her as she blurred into afterimages, swept across the horizon, and charged with a terrifying killing intent directly toward that towering God King's Palace!
"Odin! You bastard!!!"
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The God King's Palace.
Thor stood at the entrance of the divine temple, staring blankly at the chaotic battlefield below, frozen like a statue.
"How could this happen..." he murmured. "They, they..."
Thor found himself momentarily unable to describe those scenes. He only felt an itch around his waist. When he scratched it lightly, he saw a writhing eye had somehow sprouted there.
His pupils constricted sharply!
He looked back. Sif's body was similarly sprouting disgusting tumors one after another. Her fingertips touched the fist-sized writhing eye on her own cheek. She trembled as if struck by lightning, then screamed in terror. Her face turned deathly pale!
"Father?! No... ODIN!!!" Thor roared, whipping around to stare at the figure standing in the center of the temple. "What did you do?! What have you done to the Norse?!"
Odin stood calmly there, his deep eyes fixed on Thor. He sighed, somewhat helplessly:
"Thor, you truly are exceptional. As a father, I'm delighted to have such an outstanding son... Unfortunately, your temperament is too volatile.
Loki, despite his deceitful nature, is better at biding his time than you. His methods are also more ruthless, and he understands how to assess the situation and act accordingly. He knows when to make the right choices...
If he were standing here today, becoming the puppet managing the Norse in my stead...
How could Asgard possibly have come to this?"