No one knows his opponent better than he does.

The King of Gods frowned.

But the other party is always older than him. He was once himself, so he may not know what abilities the other party has, but the father of the gods knows all his methods.

It seemed that he was at a disadvantage from the beginning, but that was not the case, because he possessed the purest and most powerful power. At this moment, he had already obtained runes, but he had not yet offered his right eye to Mimir's Fountain in exchange for it.

Endless wisdom.

Therefore, his attainments in magic and skills cannot surpass his older self.

But I also have something that the other party lacks, courage, consciousness...

Of course, what really matters is the Gungnir in his hand and the eight-legged Pegasus Leibnir under his crotch.

Old Odin was also aware of the threat the Eternal Spear posed to him, so he pretended to summon the Wild Hunt from the beginning and dispersed himself among the crowd.

But if that's all, young Odin can definitely join the battlefield, and old Odin will definitely gather together to compete with him, and as long as he throws his spear, the opponent will spread out again.

It's just that although he re-dispersed quickly enough that Gungnir could not penetrate him, the total time it took for him to re-disperse and condense was enough for young Odin to kill enough Wild Hunts.

He can use this to continuously consume the total number of Wild Hunts, even if they can still be reborn continuously, but it is enough as long as the total combat power of the heroic spirits at this moment exceeds that of the enemy legions.

When the balance began to tilt, the outcome was already doomed. The Wild Hunt would eventually be driven out and killed, and the God of Many Faces would eventually have no choice but to die under the Spear of Eternity.

But old Odin will never let things go in this direction, so what will he do? Defeat himself during this time? Or there is some more insidious plan.

Odin also knows that the real decisive factor in the battle is who is more powerful, the creator himself or the old Odin.

And the one who created him...

etc!

Who created himself?

Odin realized that he did not know the name of the spell caster.

interesting.

A rotten hand stretched out from the back of a wild hunter's head and quietly touched the back of Odin's neck.

Death follows us everywhere.

When the rotten palm was still half a meter away from the armor on the back of Odin's neck, the blond man noticed something was wrong.

Unfortunately it's too late.

The hand of decay quietly turned into a huge gallows, and Odin's neck was already entangled with a rope made of metal.

The Gallows and Odin, the God of Death.

The gallows directly turned into reality, and the rotten smell on the palm just now continued to spread along Odin's neck. His skin became extremely gray, his eyes lost their luster, his golden hair dried up instantly, and several cracks appeared on his body.

A huge gallows hangs in the air, with Odin's body hanging on it.

At the same time, there was one ring missing from his hand.

Drapnir - Rumor has it that this ring will multiply nine times every nine days, and each ring will be exactly the same as the original one.

It doesn't even take long for the exponentially growing rings to flood the nine worlds and then devour the universe.

Odin and Loki recast the ring together, turning this evil thing that could destroy the world into an artifact. This artifact has no special abilities and only has a simple purpose - to bring the wearer back to life.

Even if the wearer is Odin.

There are only eight rings left on Odin's hand.

Old Odin smiled and said:

"You are still too young."

Blond Odin said:

"I don't deny it, old guy, but since you let these impure powers affect you, I still didn't expect it."

Old Odin denied:

"I mastered them."

The eight-legged Pegasus grinned, revealing the twenty-four runes engraved on its teeth.

The blond heroic man grasped the spear, crossed his legs, and the Pegasus as white as snow charged towards the old man.

The old man whispered:

"Thought."

Young Odin felt like he was slammed into a piece of cotton, and his whole body was about to melt into it.

In fact, it was indeed the case. The body of the eight-legged horse Leipnir was like a melting wax block. The skin and flesh collapsed together. The strong horse legs also lost their strength and fell directly from the air.

Young Odin was also affected by the power, but the ability to distort his thoughts was completely useless to him. His thoughts were the same as his own.

"I didn't see Fujin beside you?" Young Odin raised his eyebrows.

Old Odin smiled.

The young man didn't care about the eight-legged Pegasus anymore. He ran directly towards the old Odin with the Eternal Spear.

The runes kept flickering and changing in old Odin's left eye, Yinggu, Aivaz, Ned...

"Gentlemen, I have a small suggestion. I wonder if you can let me say a few words?"

The stickman appeared above the two Odins, maintaining a relatively safe distance.

As soon as he saw the stick figure appear, young Odin threw his spear at it.

Because he could feel that this was definitely not his "mysterious" spell caster, that is to say, it was the caster of the old Odin, and he only had to attack it.

Old Odin stretched out his hand, and his divine power flowed out without reservation, and more than ten different runes appeared in front of the stickman.

The shield formed by runes blocked the spear for a long time, but the stickman showed no sign of trying to escape.

boom!

The spear pierced the rune and rushed straight to the stickman's head.

The stickman raised his hand.

Then he caught Gangnir.

This is Fujin's body, and Fujin now belongs to it. Except for Hewen, everything is built based on his thoughts.

Everything must be surrendered to Him.

Of course, these two Odins are exceptions. Odin's power has already penetrated. If it lets Odin's power go, Fujin will probably break free from its control.

But after all, Odin is dead, and it's still alive.

So no matter how powerful Odin was in life, he was still able to control the situation.

The stickman asked mysteriously:

"Do you still remember your 'good friend', the person you will find even if you leave eyes and crows behind, Mr. Hwendrenger?"

Both Odins looked puzzled:

"Hvendrenger?"

The stickman's smile froze.
Chapter completed!