The Great Demon King

Chapter 283 Aba Aba Aba
This time, the crisis from swallowing stars was solved in such an incredible way, even Qian Song himself found it incredible.

When Qian Song, Gao Tianzun, and Ganata returned to the head of Tunxing from the deep underground, Sol was still standing there.

Sol's face was serious, he didn't say a word, and he didn't know what he was in a daze for.

"What's wrong with you?" Qian Song asked.

Thor didn't answer, staring intently at the shadowy corner ahead.

Qian Song followed his gaze, and saw a figure appearing on a relatively smooth stone in the corner.

It should be said that it is just a ghost image.

Rocky.

Qian Song immediately understood the reason for Sol's serious expression. After all, his dear brother was already dead, and was strangled to death by Thanos in front of him.

This phantom of Loki is obviously looking at Thor, and maintains his iconic evil smile. He is wearing a black robe and leaning against the boulder.

Qian Song could tell that he had no entity, nor was he a ghost, it was probably just a projection.

The point is, even if it is a projection, why is it such a coincidence that the projection came to Sakar, and it was accurately projected to Sol's side?

Therefore, this must not be a coincidence, but intentional.

Loki, or someone pretending to be Loki, locates Sol's position, and deliberately "appears" in front of him, pretending to be a ghost.

Sol bent down, picked up a stone from the ground, and threw it at Loki. The stone passed through, hit the boulder, and bounced away.

Sol has experienced this scene many times, and most of the time, the stone will pass through Loki's magical phantom, just like now.

"Magic." Thor's voice was a little dry.

This is indeed magic, the same type of magic projection as his brother.

This kind of magic cannot be cast from a long distance, so the person who cast this magic must be nearby.

Qian Song glanced at Sol and sighed softly.

Sure enough, there is deep brotherhood. In Sol's eyes, apart from vigilance, there is more hope.

Even if there is only a one-in-a-billion possibility, Thor also hopes that Loki was not actually killed by Thanos at the time, it was just his usual trick.

Gao Tianzun was in a very bad mood, he was not interested in watching the show here at all, he glanced at the unconscious Tun Xing's head from the corner of his eyes, and left with a teleport.

He doesn't care if he wants to fight or fight.

Ganata is warm-hearted. She surfed the Internet a lot when she was on Earth, and she has heard a lot of stories about Thor, so after seeing Loki's phantom, her eyes turned purple. Light, looked around for a while like a scanner, and finally stared at Tunxing's huge helmet and whispered: "There, there is a magician hiding."

As soon as the words fell, Thor on the side picked up the Storm Axe and flew directly over.

Behind the huge halberd wing on the right side of the star swallowing helmet, Thor saw the "magician" in Ganata's mouth.

This magician was indeed exactly like Loki, but Sol could tell at a glance that this was not Loki, at least not the younger brother he knew.

There is no reason for this judgment, only intuition.

Sol and Loki have been in love and killing each other for too many years, and they know every detail, micro-expression, eyes and temperament, and even the smell of their younger brother.

"Who are you?!" Thor asked sharply, and with this question, the Storm Ax in his hand was already shining with lightning.

"Who am I?" The fake Loki was not afraid of Thor's divine power, he sneered and said, "I wanted to be a little more tactful, but since you are so moodless, I'll just say it straight."

"The dusk of the gods is the fate of Asgard, and you, with most of your tribe, escaped from Asgard. They should have been killed by the fire giant Surtur's sword of destruction with Asgard. Kill them all, this is the fulfillment of fate!"

"Sol! The twilight of the gods is also the fate of all members of Asgard. Your father, mother, younger brother, friends, subordinates, and all the people of Asgard should not survive after the twilight of the gods !"

"Do you think you can escape with the so-called 'people' by taking a chance? Then you are too naive, even more naive than your father!"

"Have you ever thought about a question? Your power is bestowed by Odin and Asgard, so where does Odin's power come from? How can he have the power that once disdained the Nine Realms? ? Or, where is the origin of your Asa Protoss?"

The fake Loki asked a series of questions, and the more Thor listened, the more difficult it was for him to calm down.

"If you want to know the answers to these questions, go back to your own destiny... Go to Earth, kill all the remaining Asgardians with your own hands, and then kill yourself, let this round of Ragnarok completely End it!"

"Innocent boy, in the end, let me give you another word - the proud son of heaven, you should drink water and think of the source! There is no power and glory, there is only price and deal!"

After speaking, as if provocative, this fake Loki even turned into Odin, riding his own mount, staring down at Sol with one eye.

Seeing Sol's pensive look, the impostor showed a disdainful smile, and with a wave of his scepter, his whole body shone with light, getting brighter and brighter, as if he wanted to exit the stage in such a cool way .

After the strong light passed, the smile on "Odin" froze because he found that he was still in place.

Not only that, but he also felt that a strong arm was resting on his shoulders "brotherly".

Sol is obviously just a few steps away, so who is the one who is hanging shoulder to shoulder with him?
"You're done pretending, do you want to leave?" A voice came from beside the ear, and the impostor suddenly became flustered for no reason.

"Good guy, I've been running away after scaring someone for a long time, isn't it very exciting?" The voice continued to ask, the counterfeit was confirmed now, and the other party was sitting behind him, like a man with a horse Like a baby, she held him in her arms.

The counterfeit tried to break free, but found that the person holding him was like the legendary "Iron Maiden", with extremely sharp thorns all over his body. The more he struggled, the more painful he was.

"Be good, don't move." The voice was soft like a pervert: "It won't hurt if you don't move, be good, don't move, bear with it, be good~"

The counterfeit succumbed, and obediently did not move, because of the bone-piercing pain, as if every cell had been pricked by a thorn, and even breathing was painful.

"Little thing, tell me first, what's your name?" Another clone of Qian Song jumped over the horse's head, jumped onto the saddle, and hugged "Odin" and the clone behind "Odin" Together, hold "Odin" into a sandwich biscuit.

Pity the thorn.

(End of this chapter)