I studied beheading in a mental institution

In the wreckage of Mount Kailash, the tear-stained Braki played the piano with his eyes closed,

His lips parted slightly, and he recited the words in the letter. Countless voices overlapped together, like an ancient and desolate poem.

These poems turned into invisible ripples, and all the Norse gods related to the origin of Asgard stopped their movements and stood in place like sculptures, even the red bugs wriggling in their bodies, At this moment, it seems to be exaggerated by poetry, gradually stagnant.

In the sound of the piano and poetry, the unprecedented sadness is washing the blood of the Nordic mythology...

Lin Qiye reached out, wiped away the uncontrollable tears from the corners of his eyes, and muttered to himself,

"This is...【The Poet of the Sky】?"

Even if Braki has become the highest, it is not an easy task to use music to mix with the original signal and transmit it to the whole of Asgard.

He had to fuse the sound of the piano with the deepest emotion in his heart in order to unleash the full power of [The Poet of the Sky]. For Braki at this moment, the deepest thing in his heart was longing and sorrow.

clang--!

As Braki plucks the strings, a flickering phantom emerges from within him,

At the same time, the Norse gods standing still in every corner of Asgard have a gap in their godheads, and their connection with the source is frantically weakening... and their realm is weakening along with it.

Under Bragi's control, the source drained away the power of faith in their bodies, the main god level began to fall to the demigod, and the demigod's divine power began to wither...

In just a few tens of seconds, the power of all the Nordic gods dropped by a big step!

Immediately afterwards, the melancholy and mournful sound of the piano suddenly turned, with the meaning of chilling Ling Lie, sweeping every corner of Northern Europe!

Braki's closed eyes slowly opened, and those eyes filled with tears burst out unprecedented determination and killing intent!

clang clang-! !

The strings of the harp were broken and shattered one by one, and the piercing sound was like thunder, reverberating under the sky!

There are 48 strings in total, and when each string breaks, several polluted Norse gods will be chopped into two sections, as if an invisible blade crosses the space, crazily plundering their lives.

One, two, three...

The dripping blood splashed out, turned into streaks of red light and soared into the sky, and precisely landed in the dark golden goblet behind Bragi,

The wine in the glass wall kept rising and shaking, and it was about to overflow soon!

The sound of the piano is like a knife, and the love poem is like a sword,

In the rain of blood, Braki was whispering like a god of death, frantically harvesting the flesh and life of the Nordic gods!

...36 bits, 37 bits...41 bits.

As countless red lights flew from the end of the horizon, scarlet blood overflowed from the mouth of the [Holy Grail], flowed and slid down along the wall of the cup, dyeing the entire goblet bloody!

Suddenly, a vague figure smashed into the void and stood under the dim sky!

"Braki...?" In Odin's eye sockets, scarlet worms kept wriggling, locked onto Braki who was wearing a blood-colored robe below, and said in surprise,

"It's you?"

"Father..." Braki stared at him, then shook his head, "Odin."

The appearance of Odin made the faces of Monkey King and Gilgamesh, who were standing by, change.

They walked to Braki's side and looked side by side at Odin in the air. The three robes fluttered in the wind, their divine power surged, and they were ready to strike at any time.

"...It shouldn't be yours, Braki." Odin's eyes were full of disappointment, he sighed, and slowly raised his palm, "Give me the source of Asgard... and [ Holy Grail]."

"Dream." Before Braki could speak, Sun Wukong snorted coldly, and his bright golden eyes burst out with high-spirited fighting intent.

Just when he was about to charge out with a swing of his stick, a palm lightly landed on his shoulder.

Braki stared at Odin's figure, and calmly said, "Brother Monkey... I'll do it."

Odin, the king of gods, is recognized by many gods as the most powerful god in the west, and it is impossible to be his opponent if he is not in the "supreme" state... Among the people present, only Braki is qualified to fight against him .

Braki handed the overflowing [Holy Grail] to Sun Wukong's hand, his figure also smashed into the void, and he came to Odin in the blink of an eye!

Two completely different auras of divine power, music and youth, soared into the sky. Braki let out a low growl, and phantom lights surged from his body, and the supernatural power of the "supreme" god of the double law suddenly descended!

Feeling the two laws of Braki, Odin frowned slightly,

He snorted coldly, the time and space around him suddenly stagnated, and then an invisible field opened up, covering him and Braki's figure!

The next moment, the two figures disappeared into the air at the same time.

Looking at the quiet sky above, Lin Qiye was startled, "Where did they go?"

"Odin dragged Braki into the void." Sun Wukong glanced complicatedly at the [Holy Grail] overflowing in his hand, "It seems that he was afraid that Braki would directly use the overflowing [Holy Grail] after he found out that he was invincible. The Holy Grail]... In this way, even Odin has almost no chance of winning, so he simply shifted the battlefield so that he has no chance to touch the [Holy Grail]."

"But he didn't know that even if Braki died in battle... he wouldn't use the [Holy Grail] on him."

Gilgamesh in the spirit state sighed.

In the messy ruins, the three looked up at the nothingness above their heads, their hearts lifted.

The battlefield is in the void, and even they have no way of knowing how the battle is going. After all, Braki has just stepped into the "Supreme" and is not yet good at fighting. Facing the legendary Western Supreme God, the odds of winning can be said to be extremely low.

"Can't we help?" Gilgamesh turned to Monkey King.

"Can you tear through the void and enter their field?"

"……no."

"I can't either." Sun Wukong glanced at the [Holy Grail] in his palm, and paused for a moment, "Now, we can't do anything except wait for the result here."

Lin Qiye's expression was extremely dignified, and he was about to say something when a golden light flashed across his eyes.

He froze for a moment, then suddenly turned his head and looked into the distance!

"We are no longer needed..." Lin Qiye smiled,

"Reinforcements are coming."

Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh looked into the distance at the same time, and saw a golden stream of light swooping towards here like a meteorite, and a sacred figure with six wings on its back was slowly outlined...