# 1349
Chapter 1350 - I Want Her Back
As the source gradually left Thor's body, the blood-red mountain perched in the center of Asgard shook violently!
The wriggling crimson insects let out sharp screeches, their extending thick tentacles visibly disintegrating. This trembling mountain of insects was like a stomach about to vomit, constantly contracting!
"Bragi……"
Lin Qiye stood among the ruins of the temple, gazing at this scene, concern etched between his brows.
Inside the insect mountain,
Even though the cold light of the snapped strings frantically cut through the worms around them, countless insects still squeezed past the boundary. The surging worms nearly drowned Bragi's figure.
His body was rapidly drenched in blood from endless gnawing. A verdant green glow spread from his wounds, regenerating the flesh the worms had devoured... He continuously fluctuated between death and survival, as if enduring slow dismemberment.
The excruciating agony of ten thousand insects devouring his body contorted Bragi's handsome features in pain.
Yet despite this, the hand gripping Asgard's source showed no intention of letting go—instead tightening further.
"You wanted to use my wife's soul to stabilize your 'Supreme' realm, didn't you?" Bragi's voice turned cold.
"Now, I'll use everything of yours... to bring her back!"
The moment the words fell, the prism source was completely extracted. A string snapped instantly, and cold light swept across Thor's unconscious neck. A grotesque head soared upward into the sky!
Phantasmal light erupted from Thor's remains!
All the countless crimson worms around them lost all strength, collapsing and dissolving visibly. The insect mountain that had occupied a fifth of Asgard began to deflate like a punctured balloon, slowly flattening toward the ground.
"He's done it."
Sun Wukong observed this, casually resting his Ruyi Jingu Bang on his shoulder, a faint smile curling his lips.
The [Star Coins] gradually ceased their rotation, and the heroic king draped in royal robes faded quickly. The King's Treasury drifted across the sky, landing in the hands of Gilgamesh's spiritual form. His furrowed brow smoothed, and warmth appeared in his eyes.
The countless insect corpses dissolved like a blood-colored rain falling from the darkened heavens.
Amid the devastated ruins, a figure in a blood-stained robe rose slowly—one hand gripping the phantasmal prism source, the other holding Thor's head.
"Kehehehehehe……" Bragi's broken body was gradually repairing itself. He coughed violently, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood. His golden hair hung lank with grime.
Through the mist of blood, those eyes burning with the flame of hope fixed on the sky!
He tossed Thor's head to the ground, where it tumbled and rolled toward the corpse. Both dissolved into crimson fluid that streamed into the dark golden [Holy Grail].
Bragi's breathing grew ragged. He cradled the [Holy Grail] and raised it above his head like a devout pilgrim...
His trembling lips parted, and with every ounce of strength in his body, he bellowed into the bloody rain:
"Idun!! I want you to come back!!"
Bragi's roar crossed mountains and rivers, thundering through Asgard's sky like thunder.
Between heaven and earth, except for the echoing reverberations, all was deathly silent.
Bragi's throat convulsed, struggling to swallow the blood back into his abdomen. He howled savagely at the sky:
"Grant my wish!! Let Idun resurrect!!"
"I want my wife Idun to come back to life!!"
"Holy Grail, are you listening?!!"
"I want my beloved to return!! I want her back!!"
"......"
Bragi's roar echoed through every corner of the Norse realm. It was his final hope, also the most earnest, most genuine wish in his heart!
Watching that man holding up the Holy Grail and shouting at the heavens through the bloody rain, Lin Qiye couldn't help but close his eyes...
Bragi's pain and anxiety, conveyed through those roars, penetrated his heart. An unprecedented sourness rose in his chest, and he couldn't help but let his eyes grow damp.
But deep in his heart, he was very clear... Idun would most likely never return.
Faced with Bragi's plea, the [Holy Grail] showed absolutely no reaction. Either the sacrifice required to grant the wish was still insufficient, or... this wish had already exceeded the capabilities of a "Supreme" artifact.
Even the usually cold and aloof heroic king Gilgamesh, upon seeing Bragi's state, was slightly moved at this moment. Sorrow appeared in his eyes.
"Come back... I want her back..."
Bragi's hoarse voice choked out from his throat. Two streams of tears couldn't stop flowing from his eyes.
The hand cradling the bottom of the [Holy Grail] had turned pale to the bone from exertion. Blue veins bulged from the backs of his hands and neck. The edges of the prism gripped tightly in his other palm had already cut open his flesh. Profuse blood dripped onto the ground...
"Bragi..."
Lin Qiye walked forward with a complicated expression, wanting to persuade Bragi. But before he could speak, Bragi's red-rimmed eyes filled with hot tears had already turned to look at him.
He trembled as he spoke:
"Lin Qiye... why hasn't it worked? Why hasn't Idun returned?
Was it... was my heart still not sincere enough?"
"You've done everything you could." Lin Qiye said softly. "Perhaps the sacrifice is still insufficient, perhaps..."
The second half of the sentence, Lin Qiye couldn't bear to finish. On the matter of Idun, Bragi had experienced far too many hopes, and endured far too many desperate disappointments after those hopes shattered... This simple-minded god of music had borne far too much suffering he shouldn't have had to bear. Now, he couldn't bear to extinguish Bragi's final hope.
Bragi opened his mouth, about to say more. His divine power suddenly erupted like a boiling cauldron, bursting forth violently! A pillar of light radiating terrifying pressure shot into the clouds from Bragi's location!
His realm began to climb rapidly.
Bragi froze, staring at his own body in shock. "What is this..."
"The source of Asgard is fusing with you." Gilgamesh watched the prism crystal in Bragi's palm gradually embedding into his flesh, his complex gaze fixed on him. He spoke with a voice full of complexity:
"You... are about to break through to 'Supreme.'"
The flesh wounded earlier due to emotional strain and the pressure from the prism had become the fusion point between the source and him. Under the dual divine identities of the god of music and poetry and the god of youth, Bragi's body had actually withstood the power of this source. In a state where he himself wasn't even aware, his realm was rapidly ascending!
"To... Supreme...?" Bragi stood frozen in place, dazed.
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