This is My Heroic Path

An Zhiyu had countless goosebumps all over his body, turned around and rushed out of the palace.

"What's wrong?" Killing Academy asked puzzled.

He turned his head to look at the Killing Academy: "If these are the corpses of the gods, then what exactly was the army of gods that attacked Camelot two days ago?"

"Also!" An Zhiyu suddenly lifted a man's shoulder and stared at his face, "This man is the god who led the army of gods to attack Camelot two days ago, Garm!"

Chapter 342 One Enemy One Hundred Thousand

"The god who attacked Camelot two days ago, and now his body is here...?" Shashengyuan pondered for a moment, then raised his head and asked.

An Zhiyu nodded slightly, "If I'm not mistaken... I was probably summoned by someone as a servant."

The ground was shaking slightly, An Zhiyu suddenly raised his head to look, and the blue stone wall above began to collapse, and a cold wind blew from a distance, which made people feel shuddering.

"Get out of here first!" An Zhiyu called out Sleipnir, and stretched out his hand towards the killing courtyard.

He couldn't care less about hiding the truth about this horse anymore. If he died here, there would be no point in hiding the truth.

At the same time that Shashengyuan stretched out his hand, An Zhiyu grabbed her and pulled her onto the eight-legged celestial horse. Shashengyuan looked at the celestial horse suspiciously with surprise in his eyes.

"What a strange pegasus," she whispered.

"He's pretty handsome, isn't he?" An Zhiyu patted Sleipnir's head, "Leave here and go to the High Throne... You should be more familiar with that place than me, right?"

The High Throne, which is located in the Hall of Silver, is Odin's throne, and from that throne Odin can see all the realms.

The eight-legged Pegasus neighed excitedly, spread its wings and galloped towards the top where there was no exit. It easily led An Zhiyu and Shashengyuan through the kingdom of death, and a slightly dazzling light hit instantly. But the eight-legged pegasus didn't stop at all, it took off and flew towards the direction of the supreme throne.

"It's so strange that there are so many fields without half a guard... Where did the army of the Nordic country come from?" Along the way, An Zhiyu scanned the surroundings, but found no one.

"Maybe it's hidden somewhere waiting to give us a fatal blow?" Saishouyuan said softly, "After all, if it is the main god, this level can still be achieved. In the final analysis, relying on the two of us Power, it is probably impossible to defeat the main god, right?"

"Just the two of us...it's really difficult, so it's still too late for you to leave now." An Zhiyu said.

"No, I've already arrived at this kind of place, how could I leave now, I want to go with you to see the main god that you called a fake Odin, even if I can't help you, I still want to go and see... ...Yes, just looking at it is enough." Killing Yuan smiled sweetly, she put her hand on An Zhiyu's face, and stroked along her cheek.

"To be honest, I'm quite interested in that fake main god."

An Zhiyu froze for a moment, took a deep look at the killing courtyard, and quickly looked away.

"Then let's move on... Then again, we flew out so openly, probably that fake Odin would have discovered it long ago?" An Zhiyu raised his head and looked somewhere.

There was no attack during the flight. Sleipnir passed through several layers of God's Domain, galloping towards the direction of the Supreme Throne, and finally, after a full half a day, they finally arrived at the Hall of Silver.

"You're finally here." A thunderous voice came from a distance, majestic and without any profanity.

That man sat on the supreme throne, wearing golden armor and an eagle helmet on his head, but there were no ferocious wolves by his side, no ravens and golden crows on his shoulders, just a man, sitting quietly on the throne superior.

"It's too slow." He said again, obviously looking at the two people below, but for some reason, An Zhiyu didn't feel his gaze rest on him.

Is it really Odin?

An Zhiyu raised his head to look at the man on the supreme throne, that sacred and inviolable appearance was really as awe-inspiring as a god king.

"Sorry, I accidentally entered the Nibelungen on the road, so I was delayed for a while." A gentle voice suddenly came from beside me.

An Zhiyu looked down slowly, his abdomen was stabbed by a sharp knife, and warm blood gushed out from his abdomen little by little. If the other party pulled out the sharp knife at this moment, the blood would definitely not be able to stop at all.

Looking at An Zhiyu who slowly turned his head to look at him, there was a hint of ridicule in Saseiin's pale golden eyes.

"Mr. An Zhiyu, your warning is right. I think you should have warned me until the end. It is very dangerous to suddenly believe in a woman of unknown origin halfway through."

"Who the hell are you?" An Zhiyu asked hoarsely.

"I'm just an ordinary Buddhist, that's all." Shashengyuan withdrew his gaze from An Zhiyu, turned around, and bowed slightly to the man sitting above him who was watching coldly.

"My lord Lord God, I have brought the man here."

"You did a good job. You are worthy of my trust in you. Come up now. This body is inconvenient to move. I need to use your body to move."

"You don't have any objections, do you, Kiara Seshouin?"

"Yes, I am very happy..." Shashengyuan raised his eyes, "I am willing to dedicate my body to you."

Under An Zhiyu's gaze, Shashengyuan walked up the stairs step by step, and finally stood beside "Odin".

Odin's body seemed to be shining with a dark luster, and soon, with a roar, a black dragon appeared in the Hall of Silver.

It finally revealed its true face, its whole body is covered with pitch-black scales, and the scales made a metal collision sound when they were closed. There is no doubt that this is a giant dragon, a real black dragon, looking down at An Zhiyu like a king at this moment .

"Ned Hogg." An Zhiyu said hoarsely.

He finally understood why this singular Artoria became the Lion King. Facing such an existence, if he didn't hold the Holy Lance, he couldn't protect Britain at all.

This is the black dragon that gnaws at tree roots in Norse mythology. There are mixed reviews about it in modern times. Some people think that its power is nothing more than that, and some people think that the power of the black dragon that symbolizes despair is not too bad, but no matter what, at this moment Nidhogg, who ate most of the world tree and occupied the dead Odin's body for his own use, is definitely not too weak.

This is why no body of Odin was found in the kingdom of the dead, he finally died on the High Throne, a place that no one can approach except him and his wife, it was also difficult for Ned Hogg to come to this place thought.

However, after occupying Odin's body, it found that it could no longer leave the supreme throne, so it needed a new body to move freely...and the first choice was An Zhiyu.

The Hall of Silver, this is the curse set by Odin when he finally died. Anyone who steps into the supreme throne cannot leave half a step. Ned Hogg did not die in the myth, but he was permanently trapped in it by design. Here, however, he created the Holy Grail with his own ability, summoned the gods, and instigated some gods as "Odin", claiming to revive the Age of Gods.

"I didn't expect that," Nid Hogg narrowed his eyes, "I've been waiting for this moment since you came into this world, to occupy your spiritual base, to seize the Holy Grail of Britain, and as long as I get the key, I will He will become the real main god and let the myth come to this world again!"

"Is the Age of Gods revived..." An Zhiyu whispered.

"Do you know why you didn't meet a few guards along the way?" Ned Hogg asked slowly, fiddling with a withered World Tree branch in his hand.