I studied beheading in a mental institution

Underworld.

Wailing everywhere, ghost fire flickering.

Under the dark red sky, a pale corpse palace stands silently at the end of the suffering Red River, like a mountain of white bones.

Countless pitch-black crows seemed to fly out of nothingness, flying around the corpse palace for a long time, and gathered into a black figure, stepping on the steps entering the palace.

Loki patted the corner of his clothes that had been struck by the thunder, raised his head indifferently, and walked straight into the corpse palace.

As he went deeper, the surrounding light dissipated little by little, as if a giant mouth was greedily devouring all the light. After an unknown amount of time, clusters of green will-o'-the-wisps ignited from the top of his head like stars.

With the faint light of the will-o'-the-wisp, it can be seen that there is not a single pillar in the dim palace, and the roof of the palace seems to be lifted up by some mysterious force, floating majestically in the air.

"It's you?"

The woman's voice came from the depths of the hall, and the moment the voice fell, countless will-o'-the-wisps flocked to the direction of the voice, illuminating the dark corner.

A tall woman in a dark green long dress had already stood in the depths of the hall at some point, staring at Loki with squinted eyes.

"Are you injured?" Her eyes fell on the corner of Loki's clothes, and she asked in surprise.

"It just scratched a little bit, and as we expected, Thor who came back has fallen into a rage." Loki said indifferently, "How is Sif?"

"I have suffered a bit, but now I am very peaceful."

"That's good." Loki nodded. "As long as Sif continues to disappear, Sol will not be able to settle down and compete with me for the God King. After seven days, it will be too late for him to wake up."

"Why must it be seven days? What other arrangements do you have?" the woman asked.

"……Ha ha."

Loki laughed dryly, but didn't say much.

"By the way, are those things ready?" He changed the subject.

Seeing that Loki was unwilling to disclose, the woman frowned slightly, and seemed a little displeased, but she still raised her hand and made a move behind her.

The darkness behind her opened to both sides like a curtain, and the walls of the corpse palace also retracted to the top of the bone palace at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The whimpering cold wind brushed over Loki's cheeks, his eyes fell into the distance, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

At the other end of the horizon, twelve mountains were connected in a line, and the dark red light scattered from the sky, reflecting these mountains into blood.

As the woman's palm was raised, the twelve mountains trembled slightly, and huge heads slowly lifted from the mountainside. The roars of countless resentful souls mixed with the clattering of bones, blowing over Loki in the cold wind. ears.

The earthquake rang, the rocks slid down, and the twelve majestic mountains showed their ferocious fangs in the blood-colored twilight.

"Miecheng Mountain Corpse, there are twelve corpses in total, all here." The woman said lightly.

Loki glanced over and nodded in satisfaction:

"As expected of you, Hella."

Hela, the queen of the underworld, gently lowered her raised palm, and the twelve resuscitated corpses of Miecheng Mountain curled up again, returning to silence.

"These corpses alone are enough to wipe out half of Asgard. Loki, are you sure?" Hela said in a deep voice.

"Destroy Asgard?" Loki chuckled, "Why would I do this?"

Hela was stunned, "You want these corpses from Miecheng Mountain, isn't it to compete for the position of God King?"

"Sol can't compete with me. Since Asgard will fall into my hands sooner or later, why should I go to such lengths to destroy it?"

"Then why do you want me to prepare these things?"

Loki narrowed his eyes, smiled and said nothing.

"You'll know when the time comes..." Loki turned around and walked slowly outside the corpse palace.

The inner wall of the Corpse Shrine re-extended from the top of the hall, covering the distant scene, and darkness enveloped the hall again. At this moment, a roar of thunder came from the sky.

The moment he heard the thunder, Loki's steps suddenly stopped in mid-air.

He raised his head in astonishment and frowned when he saw the falling thunder.

"It's Saul?" Hela asked in surprise, "How does he know that Sif is here?"

Loki didn't speak, but his face quickly turned gloomy. The thick thunderbolt hit the front of the Bone Temple, and the dense thunderlight swam in the air, and several figures walked out of it slowly.

"I can feel Loki's aura." Blind God Hodel slowly let go of Lin Qiye's shoulders, and looked into the corpse palace with his closed eyes.

Hearing this sentence, Sol knew that Lin Qiye's prediction was correct.

"Loki!" Thor held the silver hammer, dense lightning intertwined on the tip of the hammer, "Come out and meet me!!"

After a while, two figures slowly walked out of the corpse palace.

"It's really surprising." Loki ignored the lingering thunder, staring at Thor with narrow eyes, "How did you find this place?"

Before Saul could answer, his eyes fell on Lin Qiye and No. 22 behind him.

"Huh?" His eyes narrowed slightly.

"I'll say it one last time... hand over Sif!" Sol's eyes glowed with a dark blue thunder, his aura rose steadily, and a terrifying divine power suddenly descended.

"What if I don't?" Loki said leisurely.

boom--! ! !

Before Loki could finish his sentence, Thor turned into a giant shadow of lightning and rushed directly to the palace of corpses!

The pale thunder swept across the surroundings indiscriminately, and the destructive power contained within made Lin Qiye tremble.

After all, Sol is the main god of the first echelon in Northern Europe, and his strength is far beyond the comparison of other gods. Lin Qiye has no doubt that just one of the thunder lights falling on him can easily roast him into charcoal.

"Hodur! You take Miles and use his prophecy to find Sif! Leave this to me!"

Thor's voice came out from the thunder, and without the slightest hesitation, Hodell grabbed Lin Qiye's wrist, who was too late to react, and disappeared into the darkness, quickly disappearing around the battlefield.

In Lin Qiye's perception, the terrifying thunder became farther and farther away, and soon fell into a dead silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Hoddle grabbed his wrist and walked out from under a boulder.

Lin Qiye looked back, several divine powers were colliding and colliding in the distance, the dark red sky had been covered by dark thunderclouds, and the endless thunder was intertwined in the roaring explosion like a forest.

If there is no accident, the four gods of Thor, Tire, Hella and Loki have already fought together, and No. 22, who is in charge of the [Scepter], can only be forced to stay on the battlefield and wait for the opportunity.

However, the aftermath of this battlefield is so terrifying, whether he can survive it is indeed a difficult problem.

Of course, Lin Qiye wished that he would be buried here directly, so that he would be less of a threat to himself.

At this moment, a deep voice came from behind him:

"Let's start prophesying, Miles."