The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 817 - 19 You Look at This Cake, Its Both Big and Round_2
Chapter 817: Chapter 19 You Look at This Cake, It’s Both Big and Round_2 Chapter 817: Chapter 19 You Look at This Cake, It’s Both Big and Round_2 The black leather ancient book on the altar flipped rapidly, and one rune after another was dynamically branded onto the blank pages, continuously composing and extrapolating new movements.
Meanwhile, in Asgard.
Odin, returning at the head of his army to regroup, emerged from the Rainbow Bridge, covered in bloodstains and mud, his face etched with weariness.
The Immortal Palace Guards who followed him back to Asgard also returned, almost all wounded and dispirited.
Without a doubt, in the war against the Vanir gods, they had not managed to gain much advantage.
Ever since the war began, the Aesir had not found a way to counter the Vanir’s secret to immortality. Those warriors under the influence of Said witchcraft were nearly impossible to kill.
Even for the valiant people of Asgard, facing such stubborn foes was naturally a fruitless endeavor.
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Moreover, as time passed, the ranks of the Immortal Palace Guards thinned on the battlefield, and the situation inevitably began to tilt against the Aesir.
At that thought, Odin’s face grew increasingly somber.
A way to counter the Vanir’s witchcraft must be found, or defeat for Asgard was certain.
But where could one find a deity capable of countering the Life Authority?
Even the strongest among the Aesir in the Nine Great Kingdoms had no such individual, and hopes for the other races were slim.
Just as Odin sat on his throne, furrowing his brow, invisible particles of light quietly entered his body.
The next moment, a flash of insight struck his mind, a blessing upon his spirit.
“Snap!”
Odin smacked his forehead and suddenly stood up.
Why search for it? Could he not create it himself?
And as for what could counter life, an answer was already forming in Odin’s mind.
“I will be going out for a bit. Before I return, avoid battle as much as possible, do not engage directly with the Vanir!”
After giving his subordinates a brief set of instructions, the Aesir Divine King decisively removed his armor, donned a gray cloak, pulled up the hood, and transformed the Eternal Spear into a walking stick as he walked out of the city.
As the Rainbow Bridge opened, Odin took a deep breath and strode into the region shrouded in darkness and death.
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At this very moment, in Jotunheim.
Mimir, the Frost Giant keeping vigil by the Wisdom Spring, also received an unusual visitor.
He was described as “strange” because his eyebrows and hair were frosted over as if he had just encountered a snowstorm;
His tattered clothes were half-filled with scratches and ice, seemingly pierced by icicles or other sharp objects, while the other half exhibited scorching as though related to thunderbolts or flames;
His shoes were caked with mud, as though just pulled out of a swamp; his trousers bore the teeth marks of a Magic Beast attack…
In short, the man appeared as if he had been afflicted by all kinds of strange troubles, an epitome of the word “miserable.”
And upon seeing the clear water in the pool, the man could not help but moisten his cracked lips:
“Noble Giant, I am terribly thirsty from my journey, I beseech you, let me drink a mouthful of this refreshing spring water to soothe my throat.”
Mimir, who had been coldly observing from the side, turned livid upon hearing this all too familiar plea, and was about to grab his staff to fight the man across from him:
“Odin, you rascal, trying to trick me again!”
However, the heavy staff was easily caught by a gently raised hand, while the frost-covered face revealed a warm smile:
“You must be Wisdom Giant Mimir, right? Odin has been mentioning you incessantly since he returned to the Immortal Palace.”
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Sensing the foreign presence in the man before him, Mimir immediately realized his mistake. He eyed the still-taut tendril staff in the other’s hand with wariness and asked gruffly:
“Who are you?”
“My name is Loki, sworn blood brother of Odin. I have been sent by him today to visit you, esteemed elder.”
“Visit me?” Mimir was confused.
“Thanks to your kindness in allowing him to drink from the Wisdom Spring Water, he has realized something of immense value from the World Tree and wishes to share it with you as a sign of gratitude.”
Luo En answered with a smile, and at the same time, picked up a twig to trace the outline of several Lun Runes on the ground.
But to accomplish his upcoming plan, he deliberately wrote a few strokes incorrectly, making the runes look awkward and quite not quite right.
Seeing these incomplete symbols, Mimir became anxious, muttering incessantly:
“No, no, the traces of these runes should not be like this! Hey, boy, do you even know what you’re doing?”
As a giant in pursuit of “Wisdom,” he naturally had an immense desire for these symbols that represented mystique and civilization and was eager to master them.
In response, Luo En spread his hands, indicating his helplessness:
“I’m sorry, this knowledge was firstly grasped by Odin, and I only have a superficial understanding. If you wish to learn the original Big Rune, I fear you will need to visit the Immortal Palace.”
“Is that what Odin told you to say?”
Mimir looked suspiciously at the Asa Messenger before him, repressing the yearning on his face and let out a cynical laugh.
Clearly, as a giant who regularly partook of the Wisdom Spring Water, Mimir was not foolish and saw through Odin’s intentions at a glance, waving his hand dismissively.
“He wants me to betray Jotunheim and go to the Immortal Palace to serve the Asa? Jotunheim has no enmity with the Immortal Palace; you might as well save your efforts.”
“You don’t know?”
Luo En looked surprised at Mimir, a hint of astonishment flickering in his eyes,
