Greece brings evildoers - Chapter 511

After a short silence, Loen asked calmly:

“Didn’t you say that you would take it back to Turin City and hand it over to the Dwarf King for disposal?”

Freya stepped forward and answered proudly:

“The cause of the dragon disease has not yet been determined. Who knows if sending this beast back will cause any trouble? Dealing with it first is a responsibility to everyone…”

“Bang!”

Before he finished speaking, the God of Fertility flew backwards like a cannonball, smashing the blood-stained prisoner car behind him.

Amid the smoke and dust, Freya got up from the ground in a mess, looking angrily at his sister who kicked him away:

“Freya, are you crazy?!”

“I just asked you to be responsible for the escort. When did I allow you to make a private decision?”

Freya’s voice was cold, and her beautiful face was covered with frost.

Feeling the sudden drop in temperature around him, Freya shivered involuntarily, and the fear of his sister in his heart was suddenly awakened, and he couldn’t help but be silent.

Freya stepped forward and dragged Frey away from the ground, then turned back and said to Lorne in a deep voice:

“I was not thoughtful enough to make this happen. I will give you an explanation after I investigate the whole story.”

Lorne nodded slightly, then turned his eyes to Bragi, Tyr, and Heimdall, and asked:

“Did you do it?”

Although Frey was the supervisor of the escort team, he was good at using bows and arrows and was very clean. However, the three Aesir gods at the scene were surrounded by blood and had weapons with blood stains in their hands. They were obviously more direct executioners.

At this moment, hearing Lorne’s tone that was like interrogating a prisoner, Bragi, the leader, came back to his senses and couldn’t help but get furious:

“So what! We just killed a dragon. Do we have to ask you for instructions? People of the Midgard, pay attention to your attitude when you speak!”

As soon as the voice fell, Heimdall, who was standing on the side, changed his face drastically, and suddenly thrust the guardian sword in his hand into the ground.

“Boom!”

The next moment, a fist wrapped in golden flames hit the rainbow light band formed by the Guardian Sword, bursting out dazzling aurora.

The shock of landslides and tsunamis came from the front, and Heimdall, who was as strong as a hill, shook his body. The ground under his feet sank dozens of meters as if hit by a meteorite, forming a huge cone-shaped pit, and billowing smoke and dust filled it.

“Since you don’t want to say it, I have to ask it in my own way.” Lorne shook his fist and pondered calmly.

Damn the people in the courtyard, dare to do it? !

Bragi was shocked and angry when he saw this scene. He immediately used his fingers as pens and blood as ink to quickly outline a series of runes in front of him and shot forward.

However, those divine runes that were powerful enough to split mountains and break peaks hit Lorne, but they only splashed a streak of sparks and then extinguished, unable to stop the other party’s progress at all.

Seeing that the figure was about to break through Heimdall’s protective rainbow and continue to reach out to grab his brother Bragi, the God of War Tyr could no longer hold back.

“Stop!”

Accompanied by a roar, Tyr’s long sword made of Uru God Steel swept forward, and the sharp arc of light was divided into seven parts to cut into Lorne’s wrist, chest, throat and many other vital points.

As the God of War of the Asgard, Tyr himself is a master of combat skills, so he used a trick of attacking the enemy and saving himself as soon as he made a move, trying to make the opponent retreat.

But he obviously overestimated himself and underestimated his opponent.

The golden flame ignited from Lorne, forming a terrifying heat, twisting and vibrating the space, and instantly melting the sword light inspired by Tyr.

This guy is so strong!

Tyr and Heimdall looked at each other, feeling bad, no longer caring about reservation, and attacked together.

The colorful rainbow and the golden-red light pattern weaved into a continuous wall of sword blades, pressing towards the figure in front.

At the same time, Braki, who had reacted, also moved his mouth and chanted the divine words at a high speed:

“The tree of the world, the root of all things; where I stand, is the territory——,,【】!”

Under the urging of the rune, oak, birch, yew and other sacred forests rose from the ground, and countless light-like branches pierced towards Lorne in the center like spears.

Facing the joint attack of the three Asir gods, Lorne’s expression on his face remained calm at the beginning. He slowly raised his hand forward and clenched his five fingers.

“Puff! Puff! Puff!”

Accompanied by a strong sense of space compression, the rainbow, sword light, and forest disappeared like bubbles in the sun. The three Asir gods were struck by lightning, and they vomited a mouthful of golden blood at the same time and flew backwards.

The fight between the two sides seemed cumbersome, but the process was just in the blink of an eye.

Before the light elves, Ciri, Galadriel and other weaker spectators could react, they saw the ground sinking, flames rising to the sky, and the three arrogant Aesir gods collapsed to the ground, completely without the strength to resist.

The strong disharmony and shock made everyone’s brains crash, and they looked blankly at the unrecognizable scene and Lorne, the only one still standing on the field.

And Lorne did not give the three Aesir gods too much breathing time, and continued to reach out to grab the neck of the poet Bragi.

Seeing that his brother was about to fall into the hands of outsiders, Heimdall gritted his golden teeth, decisively inserted the sword of protection into the ground, and turned it vigorously.

“Buzz!”

In an instant, a rainbow light column composed of water vapor, flames, dust, and magic power fell from the sky, covering Bragi, Heimdall and Tyr, and forcing Lorne back at the same time.

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As the light faded, hundreds of fully armed Asgardian guards stood in battle formation. A one-eyed old man wearing a horned helmet, golden armor, and holding a dead branch-like spear, rode a divine white Pegasus and stood in front of the formation, looking down at everyone.

Seeing that iconic image, the onlookers at the scene were shocked.

Odin!

The God King of the Asgard actually came down in person. This Midgard man is finished!

Ciri, Rose, Galadriel and others changed their faces drastically, subconsciously touched their weapons, and moved closer to Lorne.

At the same time, the god of poetry, Bragi, who thought he had taken control of the whole situation, rushed forward excitedly and shouted:

“Father God, you came at the right time! This man from the courtyard dared to attack us, you must take him down and let him know the consequences of disobeying the gods!”

“It was you who killed the son of the dwarf king first, I just came here to seek justice.”

Lorne stood up and corrected helplessly.

Odin looked forward and his eyelids jumped. He muttered in a low voice:

“Kneel down!”

“I’m afraid that won’t work.” Lorne smiled and shook his head.

“That’s right! But kneeling down is too easy for him!” Hearing the other party’s refusal, the god of poetry, Bragi, was almost crazy with joy, and suggested viciously, “For such people, severe punishment must be given!”

Lorne nodded and asked, “Is one leg okay?”

“Dream on!” Bragi grinned, “At least break both of your legs first, and let you kneel down to repent!”

Odin sighed and raised the Eternal Spear in his hand.

“Crack!”

Accompanied by a soft crisp sound, Braki, who was standing in front of the battle and making an impassioned speech, lowered his body and fell to the ground.

He lowered his head in astonishment, looking at his two thighs bent like twists under him, and the white bones that pierced his skin and flesh. After a long pause, he felt the piercing pain and couldn’t help but let out a painful howl.

“Shut up!”

A cold voice came, and Braki saw his father Odin’s gloomy and terrifying eyes, and he was immediately silent, swallowing the screams that were squeezed into his throat.

And then, Odin didn’t even look at his son Braki lying on the ground, jumped off the warhorse, and in the shocked eyes of everyone, opened his arms and gave a big hug to the figure in front of him:

“Loki, my best friend, my brother, welcome back!”