# 1352
Chapter 1353: The Overflowing Holy Grail
Tears streaming down his face, Bragi stood among the ruins of the divine mountain, eyes closed, strumming his lyre.
His lips parted slightly as he recited the words from the letter, countless voices overlapping as one, like an ancient, mournful ballad.
These verses transformed into invisible ripples that spread outward. All Norse gods connected to Asgard's origin stopped in their tracks, standing motionless like sculptures. Even the red worms writhing within their bodies seemed touched by the poetry, gradually ceasing their movement.
Within this music and verse, unprecedented sorrow was washing away the blood-stained veil of Norse mythology...
Lin Qiye reached out, wiping the involuntary tears from the corners of his eyes, murmuring to himself:
"So this is... the [Skyward Bard]?"
Even though Bragi had ascended to Supreme God status, using music to embed within the source signals and transmit across all of Asgard was no easy feat.
He had to fuse the melody with the deepest emotions in his heart to unleash the full power of the [Skyward Bard], and for Bragi at this moment, those deepest feelings were longing and grief.
Dong—!
As Bragi gently plucked the lyre strings, shimmering illusory light burst forth from within him.
Simultaneously, the Norse gods standing in every corner of Asgard felt their divine cores crack open. Their connection to the source was rapidly weakening... along with it, their cultivation realms as well.
Under Bragi's control, the source extracted the faith power from their bodies. Chief Gods began to descend toward Lesser God status, and Lesser Gods' divine power withered away...
In merely dozens of seconds, all the Norse gods' power had dropped by an entire tier!
Then, the mournful, melancholic melody suddenly shifted. A ruthless, killing intent swept through every corner of the Norse realm!
Bragi's tightly closed eyes slowly opened. Those tear-filled eyes now blazed with unprecedented determination and killing intent!
Dong dong dong—!!
The lyre's strings snapped one after another. The piercing sounds roared like thunder, echoing beneath the heavens!
The lyre had 48 strings total. With each string broken, several polluted Norse gods were sliced in half at the waist, as if invisible blades had crossed through space, wildly reaping their lives.
One, two, three...
Scarlet blood sprayed forth, transforming into streams of red light that soared into the sky, landing precisely within the dark golden chalice behind Bragi.
The wine within the cup rose and sloshed continuously, on the verge of overflowing!
The music was a blade; the love poems were swords.
Bragi stood in the rain of blood, like Death himself whispering, frantically harvesting the flesh and lives of the Norse gods!
...Thirty-six, thirty-seven... Forty-one.
As countless streams of red light flew from the horizon's end, crimson blood overflowed from the [Holy Grail]'s rim, flowing down its surface, dyeing the entire chalice blood-red!
Suddenly, a blurry figure shattered through the void, standing beneath the dim heavens!
"Bragi...?" Odin's eye sockets churned with scarlet worms as they fixed upon the blood-red robed Bragi below. He spoke in surprise:
"It's actually you?"
"Father..." Bragi's gaze flickered, then he shook his head. "Odin."
Odin's appearance caused Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh, who had been standing guard nearby, to change expressions.
They stepped forward to Bragi's side, standing shoulder to shoulder as they gazed up at Odin in the sky. Their three robes fluttered in the wind, divine power surging, ready to strike at any moment.
"It shouldn't have been you, Bragi." Odin's eyes were full of disappointment. He sighed, slowly raising his palm. "Give me Asgard's source... and the [Holy Grail]."
"In your dreams." Before Bragi could speak, Sun Wukong coldly harrumphed, his golden eyes blazing with soaring battle intent.
Just as he was about to swing his staff and charge forward, a hand gently landed on his shoulder.
Bragi stared at Odin's form, speaking calmly: "Brother Monkey... let me handle this."
King of Gods Odin was the acknowledged supreme god of the Western realms among all divine kingdoms. Without reaching "Supreme God" status, none could possibly be his opponent... Among those present, only Bragi had the qualification to battle him.
Bragi handed the overflowing [Holy Grail] to Sun Wukong. His form shattered through the void, and in the blink of an eye, he stood before Odin!
Two distinctly different divine auras—the music of youth and melody—clashed skyward. Bragi let out a low roar as streams of illusory light burst from his body. The might of a Dual-Law Supreme God descended!
Feeling the two laws emanating from Bragi, Odin furrowed his brow.
He coldly snorted. The surrounding spacetime suddenly froze, then an invisible domain expanded, enveloping both his and Bragi's forms!
The next moment, both figures vanished from the sky simultaneously.
Staring at the quiet, silent heavens above, Lin Qiye was stunned. "Where did they go?"
"Odin dragged Bragi into the void." Sun Wukong complexly glanced at the overflowing [Holy Grail] in his palm. "It seems he's afraid that if Bragi realizes he's losing, he'll directly activate the overflowing [Holy Grail]... In that case, even Odin would have almost no chance of victory. He's simply relocated the battlefield, preventing Bragi from touching the [Holy Grail]."
"But he doesn't know that even if Bragi dies in battle... he would never use the [Holy Grail] on him."
Gilgamesh, in his spirit form, sighed.
In the devastated ruins, the three of them gazed up at the emptiness above, their hearts hanging in suspense.
The battlefield was within the void. Even they couldn't perceive the battle's progress. Bragi had only just stepped into "Supreme God" and wasn't skilled at combat yet. Facing the legendary Western Supreme God, his odds of victory were exceedingly low.
"Is there nothing we can do to help?" Gilgamesh turned to ask Sun Wukong.
"Can you tear through the void and enter their battlefield?"
"...No."
"Neither can I." Sun Wukong glanced at the [Holy Grail] in his palm, pausing for a moment. "Right now, besides waiting for the outcome here, we can do nothing."
Lin Qiye's expression was grave beyond measure. Just as he was about to speak, a flash of golden light passed before his eyes.
He froze, then猛地 turned to look into the distance!
"We won't need to." A smile curved Lin Qiye's lips.
"Reinforcements have arrived."
Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh simultaneously looked toward the horizon, where a golden streak of light was plummeting earthward like a meteor. A holy figure bearing six wings slowly materialized...