Flames bloomed in the sky and illuminated the entire night. Chu Zihang, who was hiding behind the falling steel bar, remained silent from beginning to end, until he finally sounded the last note that ended the stormy movement.

The meteor pierced by Odin was still rising, Kungunir retracted it at several times the speed of piercing it, and the death line representing fate in the single pupil slowly tried to connect again to the center of Chu Zihang's eyebrows, who was very close at hand.

What is Kungunir's weakness?

Chu Zihang has been thinking about this issue.

When he recalled the final moment of the demise of the Norse God King in the myth, he slowly understood that Kungunir had no weaknesses, and it was bound to hit every time it struck, because what it thrust out was fate and rules. Rules and fate have always been the same.

They are all unstoppable, but why did the God-King who controlled destiny end up being annihilated in the Twilight of the Gods?

Later, reminded by that voice, Chu Zihang figured it out.

Fate is indeed absolute, but those who control destiny have weaknesses. Kungunir will definitely hit, so let it hit. As long as it kills the master who controls it before it hits next time, because even his

The master is just a puppet of fate.

Odin raised his head and stared at Chu Zihang. He had been looking for the missing Chu Zihang before, but now he finally found him. In the reflection of the single pupil, the boy's golden pupil was no longer dazzling gold, but lava.

The flowing red color, but without any violence or madness, only a touch of ridicule?

This ridicule should not appear on Chu Zihang as an individual, but Odin felt unusually familiar with this ridicule, spanning thousands of years.

Chu Zihang knew that he couldn't kill Odin, and that he couldn't tear down the iron barrier that Murasame couldn't break with his bare hands. But what Odin didn't know was that he didn't need to kill the god, he just needed to follow the voice and touch the god.

Already.

So he stretched out his hand.

There was a chuckle in the wind, coming from far, far away.

Under Odin's iron mask, a powerful and terrifying voice came out, and there was an eternal hoarseness in the voiceprint. It was a little sudden, but also a little relieved. Even Kungunir, which was finally taken back from the god's hand, actually stopped for half a moment.

"It turns out it's you, You"

Chu Zihang's right hand rested on Odin's iron surface, feeling cold to the bone.
Chapter completed!