# 1342
Chapter 1343: Thor at the End of His Rope
Seeing Wali's manic appearance, Bragi had no time to think. His figure flickered and he dodged again!
The flesh tumors wrapping Wali missed without悬念.
Before being contaminated, Wali was merely a Lesser God. Although in the past he could defeat three Bragis with one hand, the current Bragi was no longer the same.
Bragi had barely adapted to his sudden surge in speed. He grabbed the back of Wali's neck with one hand, pinning him firmly in place.
"What are you talking about? Whose voice is driving you insane? There's clearly only the two of us here…"
Before Bragi could finish speaking, a fist-sized tumor bulged from the back of Wali's neck where his palm had been touching. A grotesque crack exploded open across the tumor's surface, and countless crimson worms wriggled out, forming a gaping mouth that bit toward Bragi's hand.
Bragi let out a startled cry, quickly releasing his grip and barely evading the attack.
"Kekekeke…"
An eerie laugh emanated from Wali's throat. Those eyes filled with torment slowly closed.
The worm-eyes crawling all over his body seemed to come alive, all turning simultaneously to lock onto Bragi in the distance!
As Wali raised his hand, the earth beneath their feet visibly began to turn to sand. Dry air swept up蒙蒙 yellow dust, like dozens of hands lunging闪电般 at Bragi's body!
While flickering and dodging the sand particles, Bragi gazed at Wali's sinister, twisted smile, and his heart sank.
He didn't know exactly what had happened to Wali, but he was certain—the Norse god before him emitting that chilling laughter was not the Wali he knew… The ones controlling him were those诡异的 worm-eyes!
Bragi gritted his teeth, removed the harp from behind him, and let his fingertips glide across the strings. An urgent melody of music erupted.
At the same time, a low voice chanting poetry flowed from his throat.
"…The butterfly in my dream, you are like my weeping heart, as if thunderstorms rumble…"
A violent hurricane mixed with roaring thunder suddenly burst凭空 from before Bragi, crashing into the swirling yellow sand and engulfing Wali's form!
Thunderbolts flickered like游蛇 through the ruins. Explosions erupted where the lightning struck, flames shooting skyward, illuminating Bragi's astonished face in brilliant light.
Bragi's chanting abruptly ceased.
"My poetry…" Bragi surveyed the devastated earth around him, confusion filling his eyes. "Strange, could my mood today be so perfectly in tune with this poem?"
Like Lin Qiye's 【Skyward Bard】, Bragi could also materialize the content of his chants through resonance between his heart and poetry—the stronger the resonance, the greater the destructive power.
However, in actual divine battles, no one would wait for Bragi to slowly nurture his emotions and strum his lyre. Moreover, in most cases, his heart wouldn't harbor killing intent or other negative emotions, so his combat power among Chief Gods and even Lesser Gods was absolutely at the bottom.
But today, the poem he had recited on the spur of the moment exceeded his expectations in power.
The thunderstorm gradually subsided. Wali's body was charred black, large chunks of tumor-eyes peeling from his body surface, while even more tumors continuously surged forth from deep within his flesh…
Wali took one step at a time, leaving bloody footprints, stumbling forward with tightly closed eyes, like a corpse being puppeted by the tumors.
Seeing this, Bragi's gaze was filled with复杂 emotion…
He knew, Wali was likely beyond saving.
He let out a long sigh, steeled himself, and plucked the harp strings once more. Another violent thunderstorm erupted,
This time, he directly obliterated Wali's unrecognizable body into countless fragments of blood mist, carrying一片片灰白 ash that fluttered down.
"I'm sorry…" Bragi stood outside the ashes, his expression one of profound sorrow.
Since ascending to godhood, this should have been the first time he had personally killed a god.
Having killed the monster that was once Wali, Bragi stood alone in the ruins, faintly able to hear continuous screams of agony echoing from all directions.
"Others have become like this too?" A worried expression appeared in Bragi's eyes, and he couldn't help muttering to himself.
"This is a huge problem…"
He turned to look at the cloud-piercing divine mountain not far away. At the very summit of the divine mountain, a smoke-filled temple had already been reduced to ruins.
"No! Idun!"
As if remembering something, Bragi's eyes narrowed slightly. Gritting his teeth, his form turned into a streak of light, racing urgently toward the temple at the divine mountain's summit!
…
Thor's Hall!
A pair of scorched, pitch-black arms struggled to rise, gripping the Eternal Spear pressed against his chest…
Thor, nailed to the remnants of the divine throne by the Eternal Spear, exerted all his strength trying to pull the spear from his chest. Thunderbolts surged, his entire body trembling violently.
Pfft—!
He violently spat out a mouthful of blood, his hands going limp. A pair of bloody handprints remained on the spear shaft.
He couldn't do it.
A faint, murmured chanting began echoing in his ears. Disgusting tumors sprouted like buds from beneath the scorched flesh. Thor's expression turned extremely grim.
Thor's eyes were blood-red. Through the broken temple doors, he could clearly see the devastated Asgard below the divine mountain…
Damn it!
Damn it all!
Isn't there any other way?!
The Eternal Spear that Odin had personally driven in was something his current self couldn't possibly pull out… Unless he too broke through to "Supreme"!
Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he sharply raised his head to look at the temple's ceiling!
"The source…" Thor's eyes gradually brightened, madness appearing on his face. "The source! Asgard can still be saved!!"
Thor, still nailed to the divine throne remnants by the Eternal Spear, let out a roar. Surging thunderbolts erupted from within his body, directly climbing toward the devastated temple ceiling.
The next moment, ethereal illusory light like seawater poured forth from the void, bathing the blood-red temple in a dreamlike glow… At the center of this phantom sea, a crystal-like prism floated silently.
Odin had not taken Asgard's source away. In other words, if Thor broke all bridges and forcibly merged the source into his own body, there would be a sliver of hope to break through to "Supreme." Then, he could remove the Eternal Spear from his body!
As equals at "Supreme," he might even be able to kill Odin, who had been weakened by the Norns!
As long as he killed Odin, the source contaminating Asgard would be destroyed, and this divine kingdom could be reborn!