On the collapsed and shattered remains of the elevated bridge, a towering deity stood.
The dark golden armor shimmered with faint lightning, and in its hand was the legendary spear, 'Gungnir,' said to be forged by the World Tree, a spear that never missed its target!
Uchiha Sogetsu gazed at Odin and slowly removed his mask.
As expected, beneath the cold iron mask, the face hidden was not the true 'Odin,' but rather a middle-aged man, handsome features, with a striking resemblance to the unconscious Chu Zihang lying nearby.
"Chu Tianjiao."
Uchiha Sogetsu slowly spoke the middle-aged man's name.
Odin was so cunning. Before understanding the 'true hidden one,' he would never act in his real form. So, he had turned Chu Tianjiao into his substitute.
"Too bad, this trick doesn't work on the 'Spectator.'"
Uchiha Sogetsu chuckled lightly, then split off a fragment of his consciousness and infiltrated Chu Tianjiao's mind.
No matter how deeply Odin hid, to control a 'puppet,' there would always be a connection between them. The Spectator was the best at finding those hidden links.
With a casual wave of his hand, he opened the gateway to Chu Tianjiao's mental space, reaching the island of consciousness.
Gray steps appeared, leading to the island of consciousness. Uchiha Sogetsu stepped onto the steps, his golden eyes scanning.
On Chu Tianjiao's island of consciousness, he indeed found a transparent path used for 'control.' This was Odin's way of manipulating his puppet.
In a flash, Uchiha Sogetsu followed the transparent path and reached another island of consciousness hidden in the distance.
That was... Odin's true form!
"I found you, Odin."
Uchiha Sogetsu's lips curled slightly, a faint, indifferent sneer forming. "You, who've always controlled the fate of others, might as well try tasting what it's like to have your own fate controlled."
The space created by alchemy, 'Nibelungen,' collapsed and shattered in violent tremors.
It was like a mirror covered in cracks, breaking apart, piece by piece, until it was completely shattered, revealing a new scene, one that didn't belong to this planet.
When Odin regained his senses, he realized he was standing in the ruins of an ancient city. Before him was a quiet, deep lake.
"Why am I here?"
Odin paused for half a second, confused. His memory seemed to be in disarray, his mind clouded.
He couldn't recall what had happened, nor did he understand why he suddenly found himself in such a strange place.
After a brief attempt, Odin gave up, turning his attention to the ruined city around him.
Nothing about it resembled any known civilization. The huge, twisted corridors and lines that seemed to mock geometry were filled with a strange, unsettling aura. It was as though the very place was cursed.
Feeling something was wrong, he looked up at the night sky.
The sight made Odin's pupils contract in shock. The stars had shifted positions.
A huge celestial body, resembling a moon, slowly moved across the sky, dragging a clear trail and casting a large shadow on the lake's surface.
At that moment, ripples began to form on the lake, as if something was rising from the water's depths.
Odin instinctively gripped Gungnir. The power and authority from the Dragon King gave him confidence.
Lightning sparked across his dark gold armor, casting a faint golden glow. The cold iron face of his helmet flared with light, his gaze fixed intensely on the center of the lake.
Soon, in the center of the rippling lake, a huge vortex appeared, as though something massive was about to rise, swallowing everything in its path.
The whirlpool stirred the turbulent water, making a crashing sound along the strange and eerie ruins by the shore.
Under the strange glow of the moonlight, Odin noticed a growing dark shadow in the whirlpool, immediately sharpening his mental focus to the extreme.
The pitch-black shadow seemed to gather all the fear of non-human entities, emerging from the center of the lake's whirlpool.
What a massive being it was! Just the head that emerged from the water was as large as a hill, dozens of meters high, vaguely resembling a human shape, but with a head like an octopus, covered in ugly, writhing tentacles. Its bloated, gelatinous body was covered in dense scales.
The enormous body staggered forward, slowly emerging from the swirling vortex, like a mountain moving through the world.
Odin was stunned, staring at the mountain-sized "monster." Even the hand holding Gungnir trembled uncontrollably.
What... is that thing?!
Could such a thing really exist in this world?!
Meanwhile, in the ruined wasteland, numerous figures suddenly appeared. They wore tattered yellow robes, their bodies thin and withered as though they had been dead for countless years, yet had been awakened as corpses.
Each one moved awkwardly, using ugly tentacles from beneath their robes to crawl forward.
Strange chants emanated from the yellow-robed figures, as if they were singing, celebrating, and welcoming the return of that great being.
"Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink behind the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.
Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies,
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.
Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.
Song of my soul, my voice is dead,
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa.
The song reached Odin's ears, making him feel an intense irritation, a sense of unease.
It was as if he had gone mad, swinging his pitch-black spiral divine spear. Countless dazzling meteors exploded, carrying roaring thunder: "Ahhhh! Die, all of you, die!"
Boom, boom, boom!
As the air churned, the scorching lightning pierced through the surrounding yellow-robed monsters.
The raging thunder ravaged, the meteors unstoppable, tearing the yellow-robed creatures apart in an instant. Unmatched terrifying power cleared the area in moments.
After the release, however, the situation did not improve. Odin's headache grew worse, feeling like his mind was being torn apart.
No matter how hard he tried, the image of that mountain-like 'monster' with ugly tentacles was deeply etched in his mind, unable to be shaken off. It clung to him like a maggot, devouring his sanity.
Suddenly, a savage and violent thought flooded Odin's mind.
He suddenly spread his arms wide, allowing unmatched power to flow through his body. His strong right arm raised to the sky, tightly gripping the pitch-black spiral divine spear.
Lines of fate locked onto the monster's head, resembling a mountain, with ugly tentacles.
Immediately, the turbulent winds were gathered into a single point and hurled forward.
Boom!!!
The sound of thunder rumbled through the ruins, like a lightning bolt cutting through the night sky.
Faster than the sound barrier, even faster than light itself, the dark spiral spear left a trail of desolation and death in its wake, as if the very earth was splitting apart.
Crack!
That was the sound of fate breaking.
The Gungnir, the spear that symbolized fate, was easily knocked aside by the monster with the ugly, tentacle-like head, as if it were a mere toy.
The so-called "Dragon King's" power and authority seemed childish and laughable in front of that terrifying being!
The monster, as large as a mountain, with a hideous, tentacled head, stared at Odin, who stood shocked on the shore, with its massive crimson eyes.
From its slimy, wriggling mouth, it emitted a deep, mocking hiss, and its violent psychic power instantly engulfed Odin's will and thoughts, swallowing him like a tsunami.
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