Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 1074: The Poetry of Destiny

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According to the two ancestors.

The only way to intercept the origin of the World Tree is when the next God King is born.

When Bauer and Odin succeeded to the position of God King, part of it was intercepted by the two ancestors, which belonged to the origin of the world tree, so the power of these two people, to a certain extent, is actually leftover Under the 'leftovers cold sunburn'.

It's just the source intercepted by the three ancestors, compared to the complete world tree, it's like a drop in the ocean.

Ks are pretty good at dealing with Odin and the like.

But against Lord, that's not enough.

He remembered that in the comics, the king Thor who had obtained the power of a complete **** king could almost beat the gods.

If it is not intercepted, the complete source of the world tree, it is estimated that only the Rune King Thunder God can compete with it.

While thinking about it, Lord opened his eyes and returned to Asgard.

But what caught his eyes was not Fenrir, but another, completely strange old woman.

A disheveled old woman in sackcloth is sitting by the flowing spring.

The demon wolf Fenrir, who was in charge of guarding the guards, was sleeping beside the old woman, letting the old woman stroke his hair. Even after Lord returned, he didn't wake up at all. sign.

This dog just started to neglect his duties after just a few compliments? !

Before I left, I clearly said, let it take good care of me, but when I came back, I saw that I was sleeping!

The corners of Lord's eyes were twitching in anger. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he would have wanted to skin the dog.

"Please blame it, I let it fall asleep."

While stroking the dog's fur, the old woman spoke slowly in a hoarse and sharp voice, as if glass had passed through a smooth mirror, causing extreme discomfort: "Because of the next conversation, I don't want others to hear it. .”

"Who are you?"

Lord frowned, for a moment he was a little uncertain about the origin of this old woman.

"You can call me... Wuerde."

The old woman turned her head slowly, and on her dirty face, there was a pair of empty eye sockets that had been gouged out alive, surrounded by blue veins and terrifying scars, like a bottomless abyss In general, exudes a chilling atmosphere.

Obviously no eyeballs,

But Lord could clearly feel that he was being watched.

"Wu Erde?!" Lord was slightly startled, and then said in surprise: "You are the eldest sister of the three goddesses of fate?"

"If there is no other Goddess of Destiny, I think I should be the 'big sister' you mentioned." Wuerde nodded slightly, staring at Lord with empty eye sockets, and said: " It is an honor to meet you, Mr. Lord, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"You seem to have known that I was coming, and you waited for me here?"

Lord walked towards the old woman with an expressionless face. His voice was like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, invading the surrounding environment. With the rising spiritual pressure, layers of frost gradually spread.

唰~

A gust of extreme freezing air gradually evaporated and diffused under the spreading frost, and the temperature dropped suddenly.

Under this terrifying freezing air, the flowing Wuerde Spring slowly formed a layer of frost, and even the roots of the World Tree were covered with a thin, crystal clear layer. Clear snowflake ice crystals.

What he hates the most is someone who thinks he can control his destiny and manipulate him!

As for Wuerde in front of him, there is no doubt that he has offended him.

"Mr. Lord, please temporarily extinguish your anger."

Wurde, whose lower body has been frozen by frost, has no panic on his face, his old face is very calm, as if he has put death behind him, and said in a calm tone: "If you can use my life to calm down I am willing to sacrifice my life for your anger, but before that, please allow me to complete my mission."

The frost spreading upward stopped at this moment.

Perhaps it was Wuerde's determination that moved Lord. After a little silence, he said: "Yes, I would like to see what you, one of the three goddesses of fate, are planning."

"Thank you very much for your tolerance and kindness."

After Wuerde lowered his head slightly to show respect, he said slowly: "I am waiting for you here, just to pass on to you a poem of fate from Orlaug."

"Who is Orlaug?" Lord asked.

"Auerlaug is the first born existence, the incarnation of the law of destiny, the eternal law, the oldest, the newest, the strongest power, a spiritual existence without beginning and end."

Wu Erde talked nonsense together, and he heard that Lord was one head and two big.

"Okay, let's stop here." Lord rubbed the center of his brows and said, "So what you mean is that Orlaug is not a life and has no consciousness of his own. It is just the appearance of some rules. Is it?"

"To a certain extent, you understand correctly." Wu Erde nodded.

Understood, Orlaug's concept is roughly equivalent to a piece of code for running a program.

After Lord understood it, he said again: "The poem of fate... sounds like a prophecy?"

"In a way, you can understand that."

Wurd replied ambiguously: "Whether it is a prophecy or fate depends on you, not Orlaug, let alone me, or anyone else."

So...he hates the Riddler the most.

Lord sighed lightly, and was too lazy to waste time with Wuerde, and said bluntly: "Since you want to show me the prophecy, then tell me quickly, I don't have time to entangle you."

Urd's fingertips stroked the spring water, causing ripples and ripples: "Unfortunately, only you can see the poem of your destiny. I am only Deorlaug, passing it on to Just you."

Ripples appeared in the calm spring of Wuerde.

Then, amidst the rippling ripples, a withered yellow leaf whirled and floated up from the bottom of the water.

Wurd seems to have aged several dozen years suddenly, with gray hair on his temples, the vitality in his eyes has faded, and his voice is even more dry and hoarse: "My mission is completed, Mr. Lord, that is Orlaug, A poem of destiny delivered to you."

After saying this, Wuerde seemed to have finally let go of the burden, with a look of relief in his eyes.

Wow...

Under Lord's surprised gaze, Wuerde turned into fly ash little by little and dissipated in the air.

As she said, the value of her life is just to convey a message.

"It's getting annoying."

Lord took a deep breath, his eyes were a little uncomfortable: "The appearance of self-care, and the disappearance of self-care."

After calming down a little bit~IndoMTL.com~He came to the spring of Wuerde, reached into the cold spring water, and picked up the withered yellow leaf.

On the withered and yellowing leaves ~IndoMTL.com~ there is a large paragraph of text, and Lord read it subconsciously:

"In the unfathomable and vast abyss, black and white rotate."

"The cunning messenger in black blew the alarm to wake up."

"The ancient fool will wake up from his slumber and come to the world again."

"K will step over the stars and spread all over the world."

"Pain, torture, silence, despair, howling."

"Two identical white flowers will slowly wither and wither under the sacred tree."

"Escaping from the cage, or eternal reincarnation, but the final choice is not in his hands."

"Relying on humanity and transcending divinity, under the witness of the sacred tree, falsehood will turn into reality."

"There is no end to this journey."