I studied beheading in a mental institution

Abyss dungeon.

"Cough cough cough..."

A member of the Nordic War Department in black armor, hunched over, walked weakly along the dim corridor.

"Stop." The two Nordic War Department guards standing at the end of the corridor suddenly said.

The frail man stopped slowly.

"Who are you? Which branch are you from?" A guard glanced suspiciously at the weak man in front of him.

"The fourth branch of the Nordic War Department, number 39180." The weak man raised his hand and shook it lightly. The two guards only felt a blur in front of them, and a black token appeared out of thin air.

They took the token and observed it carefully. The weak man continued:

"Master Loki has some questions. He wanted to ask the prisoners deep in the dungeon, so he sent me to torture him."

The two guards confirmed that the token was correct, and returned it to the weak man, their expressions relaxed a little:

"Brother, with your body injured like this, do you still want to interrogate Lord Loki?"

"Didn't there be an Outer God Assassin outside last night? I was injured a little during the siege, so it's not a big problem."

The weak man took the token, with a smile on his lips, and continued walking along the dark corridor. This time, the two guards did not stop him, but each took a step back to make way for him.

The weak man walked along the promenade for about 10 minutes. He passed three levels like this in a row. As he went deeper, the burning torches on both sides gradually turned dark green, which was eerily eerie, and the temperature dropped rapidly. Hoarfrost even formed on the surface of the rough stone bricks.

"laugh--!"

A heavy panting sound came from above the corridor, and the surrounding temperature dropped a little again.

The weak man raised his head, and saw above the high walls on both sides, a huge black and purple monster standing on the suspended round platform like a mountain peak, with a ferocious head half the size of a football field protruding from the round platform, with steel needles one by one The hair-like hair is shaking rhythmically with the panting sound like a bellows.

It was a wolf.

The guardian of the abyss, the son of Loki, the demon wolf Fenrir.

Even though it only protruded half of its head from the round platform, its shadow had already covered the entire corridor. A pair of giant scarlet eyes stared at the frail man, and its pupils shrank slightly, as if it was trying to identify something.

Facing such a terrifying giant wolf, the weak man didn't panic. He was silent for a moment, and then reached out his hand to touch the few strands of hair protruding from Fenrir.

Under the dim green firelight, the pale face of the frail man flickered slightly, and turned into Loki's appearance.

Seeing this scene, Fenrir raised his head suddenly, sniffed the outstretched palm carefully, the hostility in his eyes quickly faded, and even took the initiative to meet the palm with a look of great enjoyment.

The weak man's hand stroked the demon wolf Fenrir for a moment, then turned around and continued to walk deep into the dungeon.

Under the faint green light of the fire, the man's face changed again, returning to the previous pale and weak appearance.

Soon, he came to a cell with heavy guards.

"I'm going to interrogate him alone, so please avoid it first."

The weak man pointed to the figure imprisoned deep in the cell, took out a token, and said to the members of the Nordic War Department who were guarding around.

"Loki's token?" A guard frowned slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he shook his head and said, "I have to ask the Hell God and Lord Vader for instructions. This prisoner is a key prisoner brought back by Lord Thor. Your Excellency, you are not eligible for interrogation."

Hearing this sentence, the frail man frowned,

"Did you read it wrong, this is Lord Saul's letter."

While speaking, the token in his hand flickered and turned into a piece of light blue paper strangely, with a few lines written on it, and there were even a few streaks of lightning wandering between the strokes of the pen.

The guard's eyes suddenly became slack, and he was in a trance for half a second before he came back to his senses, stared at the paper for a long time in doubt, and nodded to him:

"Okay, hurry up."

With a light wave of his hand, the members of the Nordic War Department guarding the cell quickly retreated, leaving a quiet area.

The weak man watched them leave. The light blue paper in his hand flickered and turned into an old dark gold pocket watch, which he stuffed back into his pocket.

"Cough cough cough..." He coughed weakly, opened the cell door with the key, and walked in.

In the dark prison, a blood-stained silver-haired woman, her limbs were hoisted by iron chains, and tied to four different Thunder God pillars.A black shackle locked her white neck and fixed her head. The ferocious fangs existed strangely on the iron chain at the end of the shackle, gnawing at the air like a living thing.

There were bloodstains all over the woman's body. The crimson blood dripped along the bare feet and dripped on the rough stone bricks, soaking into a pool of blood. Her messy hair was stuck to her cheeks by the dried blood, and her face could hardly be seen clearly. .

The frail man frowned slightly.

His peripheral vision scanned the surroundings, all kinds of hideous instruments of torture were still stained with warm blood, she should have just finished being tortured.

Almost hearing the footsteps of a weak man coming in, Memorial bowed his head slightly raised, a bunch of eyes fell on him through the messy hair, and sneered:

"What? If you can't ask what you want, you will start to increase your punishment?"

The weak man stared at Memorial's scarred body, and said bitterly: "It's me..."

He reached out and wiped his face, and the man's appearance disappeared, replaced by a pale, ordinary girl's face.

"Xiao Nan?" Seeing this, Memorial was slightly taken aback, "Why are you here?"

"I heard that Sol captured the leader of the evil society and locked him in the bottom of the abyss dungeon. He will come to rescue you immediately." Si Xiaonan smiled, "The devil wolf guarding the upper part of the dungeon belongs to Loki. Son, I can easily fool him as long as I use his God Market to fabricate a 'trick'.

And I know this place very well. "

After hearing this, Ji Ji's eyes gradually softened, "As expected of Xiao Nan... By the way, have you seen Lin Qiye?"

"Lin Qiye?" Si Xiaonan was taken aback, "No, he's also in Asgard?"

"He came in with me, but he wasn't locked up here, and I don't know what's going on now... He changed his identity, so it's normal for you not to know about him." Jiu Ji thought for a while, "However, with him You're smart, you should get out of here soon.

By the way, have you received the things I brought to you? "

"Received." Si Xiaonan nodded heavily, "You did it perfectly, without any flaws."

"Hey, don't you look at who I am?" Memorial grinned, as if she was involved in the wound, and soon coughed violently.

"Don't move, I'll save you right now!" Seeing this, Si Xiaonan walked towards Memorial.

"No, no need." Memorial said immediately, with a serious expression, "Thank you for your kindness, but I can't leave yet."