# 1350
Chapter 1351: Divine Demise Movement
Asgard.
On the other side.
The distant scarlet worm mountain collapsed with a thunderous roar. Odin, his divine robe torn and shattered, stood in a pool of blood, his brow furrowed.
"Thor..." He sensed Thor's aura vanish, his expression turning grim.
In his plan, Thor should have already broken through the "Supreme" barrier using Asgard's source, while under the corruption of the Black Goat, becoming the only Supreme Thunder God in the world completely devoid of sanity.
But now, his plan had been disrupted.
Someone had killed Thor and stolen Asgard's source...
"It seems your scheme won't succeed... Odin."
Before him, Verðandi propped herself up with a broken spear, her flesh mangled as she dragged herself up from the ground, a weak smile forming on her lips.
Odin coldly glanced at her, a killing intent flickering in his eyes as his身形 smashed through the void.
Verðandi was already covered in wounds, her stamina essentially depleted. Before Odin, she had no way to escape. She bit her pale lips, raised the last half of her spear, and shakily thrust it toward her chest!
Clang—!
Odin clenched his fist with one hand, shattering the spear body, causing Verðandi's entire right side to explode into countless blood mists.
His other hand seized Verðandi's fair neck, lifting her from the ground into the air. His fingers gradually tightened as divine power surged madly into her.
"Troublesome mouse..."
Odin spoke in a bone-chilling voice, his palm用力. In the next instant, Verðandi's form exploded into a skyful of blood mist, scattered among the ruins.
He glanced toward where the worm mountain had collapsed, his身形 vanishing on the spot.
...
Divine Mountain Remnants
—Supreme.
This was a word Bragi, the God of Music and Poetry, had never dared to imagine.
His self-awareness had always been clear... He was merely a small god who enjoyed playing the zither and reciting poetry. He didn't know how to fight, had no ambitions. His greatest wish was to live quietly in a garden with his beloved. "Supreme" was something he could never attain in his lifetime, nor did he want to.
And yet now, he was about to break through to "Supreme," becoming a powerful deity of the same realm as the King of Gods, Odin?
Odin had betrayed, Thor was dead... Bragi, having ascended to "Supreme," would undoubtedly become the new King of Gods of the Norse pantheon!
But at this moment, not a shred of joy filled his heart. Those eyes were instead dim and dead.
"I don't want to be some 'Supreme'..." Bragi clutched his head with both hands, his blood-stained robe hanging around him as he crouched painfully among the ruins.
His reddened eyes gazed at the dark golden Holy Grail on the ground, murmuring to himself:
"I just want her back..."
Boom—!
One end of the Ruyi Jingu Bang struck the scarred earth, producing a沉闷boom.
Sun Wukong frowned as he looked at Bragi, his eyes narrowing slightly as he spoke in a deep voice:
"Chief God也好，'至高'也罢，既然你不在乎，那管它作甚？！"
"Chief God也好，'至高'也罢，既然你不在乎，那管它作甚？！"
"Chief God也好，'至高'也罢，既然你不在乎，那管它作甚？！"
"Chief God也好，'至高'也罢，既然 you don't care about any of it, why bother?! Aren't you trying to resurrect your wife? Isn't the sacrifice for the Holy Grail insufficient?
Then go kill! One Thor isn't enough, kill three, five, ten!
There are so many Chief Gods in this world, kill them all for sacrifice! If Chief Gods aren't enough, go kill 'Supremes'!
Isn't that more useful than crouching here clutching your head in pain?!"
Hearing Sun Wukong's words, Bragi stood frozen.
"Sacrifice..."
Bragi murmured to himself, rising from the ruins. In those confused eyes, a glimmer of light flickered to life.
He stood atop the remnants of the Divine Mountain, his gaze slowly sweeping across the chaotic Asgard below. Faintly, pained screams and roars echoed from every corner of this world.
Those were the Norse gods who had been completely stripped of consciousness by the ash corruption, reduced to tools of the Cthulhu Faction...
That was Norse mythology, dyed in blood.
The Asgard source in his palm melted away like, vanishing into Bragi's flesh. The冲天divine might pillar gradually dissipated.
An invisible wave of energy exploded from within Bragi, instantly sweeping across every corner of the Norse lands!
A terrifying pressure of divine might descended骤然.
Propelled by Asgard's source, Bragi had completely crossed that threshold, stepping into the "Supreme" divine realm!
"Asgard..." Bragi gazed at the unrecognizable Asgard before him, slowly closing his eyes. Wisps of illusory light emanated from his body, as if resonating with the Asgard source within him.
Who knew how long passed before he opened his eyes again, his expression complex beyond measure.
"...I understand." He murmured to himself.
Bragi set the Holy Grail aside, then removed the zither from behind him. The drizzle of blood pattered against his body, and his blood-stained robe fluttered without wind.
"Bragi, what do you intend to do?" Lin Qiye asked.
"...Purge Asgard."
Bragi spoke slowly. "The ash corruption has already erased the consciousness of nearly all Norse gods in this divine kingdom. At present, they are merely a group of controlled deities... Once this corruption begins corroding Asgard's source and laws through their divine格, Norse mythology will cease to exist entirely.
I will help the source purge these corrupted Norse gods, and their divine power will become the sacrifice for reviving Idun... This deal is quite worthwhile."
"You plan to kill all the Norse gods?" Lin Qiye frowned. "Asgard is so vast. Can you even finish them all?"
The Norse Divine Kingdom not only included central Asgard but also the surrounding Giant Kingdom, Dwarf Kingdom, and Underworld. In those places existed vast numbers of corrupted Norse gods. Even a "Supreme" would find it extremely difficult to hunt them down one by one.
"...I can, and only I can."
Bragi extended his hand, pointing to his own body. A wisp of illusory light coiled around his fingertips.
"Through Asgard's source, I can lock onto the position of every Norse god, and through their connection with the source, transmit signals to them...
For instance, sound."
Blood rain slid down Bragi's cheeks as he overlooked the vast divine kingdom beneath him. His fingertip gently plucked a string on his zither.
Bragi slowly closed his eyes. In the rain, his low voice rang out:
"This... will be the final movement of Norse mythology—the Divine Demise."