Chapter 105: Loki, Who Hates His Own Bloodline

"This is delicious!"

"Another serving!"

"Don’t you have any bigger containers?"

Thor sat in the new lounge, the table in front of him piled with all kinds of junk food, carbonated drinks, and beer. Perhaps he had turned grief and anger into appetite, or perhaps this was simply his nature, but Thor had fully entered a state of enjoyment.

The Warriors Three and Sif had already woken up, but their hands and feet still felt somewhat uncomfortable. They sat across from Thor, watching him eat and drink like mad, unable to help swallowing their saliva.

No one could refuse junk food. The unhealthier the food, the stronger its appeal.

"Friends, you should apologize to Orion. He is now also one of my best friends, Thor declares it!"

With his mouth stuffed full of fried chicken and barbecue, Thor took a gulp of beer and swallowed it down before looking at the four of them.

"Yes. He didn’t even transform, nor did he use a weapon, yet he easily defeated all of us."

Sif held her slightly dizzy head, her eyes full of the color of defeat.

"Perhaps the God-King was wrong back then. He is a true warrior, a hero. But he dislikes gods, so we are enemies."

Fandral fiddled with the sword in his hand, the one he had not even had time to draw during the earlier battle, and sighed faintly.

"Then I should be glad that I’m a mortal now."

Thor laughed loudly while eating and drinking wildly, patting his belly.

"No, Thor. You must regain your divine power and stop Loki."

Sif raised her head and looked at Thor seriously.

In the pure white single room next door, Orion Cross stayed alone, lying on the bed as he sent a few messages on his phone. After sending them, Orion Cross glanced at the corner of the room, pulled out a tissue, wiped his nose, and threw it over.

Step.

A figure walked out from the air.

"As expected, mere invisibility cannot fool the Trampler of Divine Authority. But we are not enemies."

Loki, dressed in a black robe and holding Gungnir, appeared in front of Orion Cross.

"There’s no difference between you people. In your eyes, mortals are all ants, aren’t they?"

Orion Cross casually glanced at Loki, then turned over and changed into a more comfortable sleeping position.

Loki could not refute him, because he, and even the vast majority of Asgardians, did think that way. The only difference was that some people chose to protect and care for the "ants."

"I have no conflict with you. Help me kill Thor and those four traitors, and I will permanently close the Bifrost. You can become king of Midgard."

Loki took a deep breath and stated the purpose of his visit.

"I’m not interested in being king of Midgard, but do you really want me to kill Thor?"

Orion Cross sat up, and as his hands clenched, the Blades of Chaos appeared in his grip. Seeing the weapons in Orion Cross’s hands, Loki’s heart suddenly jolted. The magic he had learned from his mother allowed him to clearly sense the god-slaying power contained within them.

Looking through the wall at Thor next door, who was grinning as he ate and drank, Loki’s eyes wavered for a moment. If he nodded, would Orion Cross use those twin blades to cut off Thor’s head?

After a while, Loki came back to himself and raised his head to look at Orion Cross. "Forget it. As long as he stays here and becomes a fallen mortal, that will be enough."

If Thor maintained his current state, then he would probably never gain the recognition of Mjolnir again, and Loki’s rule would no longer be threatened.

"Your heart is full of contradictions."

Orion Cross saw through Loki at a glance. He wanted to be cold and ruthless, yet he was entangled by emotion. "Why don’t you use the same method to lure me into Asgard too and see if you can kill both Laufey and me in front of Odin?"

"How do you know that?!"

Loki’s expression suddenly changed, and he tightened his grip on Gungnir. He planned to pretend to act as a spy, helping the Frost Giants invade Asgard, but in reality, he intended to kill Laufey and then use the Bifrost to destroy Jotunheim. But he had told no one about this plan, not even his mother, Frigga. Only he knew it.

"I’ve seen plenty of movies about helping another race resist an invasion from one’s own people. But helping another race invade and destroy your own people? This is the first time I’ve seen that."

Orion Cross chuckled.

"What did you say?!"

A trace of deep blue appeared on Loki’s neck, and he clenched his fists tightly. That filthy bloodline of his had actually been seen through as well?

"Blue Smurf, do you really want to become an Asgardian that badly? So badly you’re willing to destroy your entire race..."

"Enough!"

Loki roared, panting as he glared at Orion Cross in fury. "I am not a Frost Giant. I am the son of Odin, the new king of Asgard!"

"Want to fight?"

Orion Cross raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Mortal! Do you think brute strength alone can oppose a god?"

Loki’s inner rage had been provoked, and he no longer bothered pretending. He walked toward Orion Cross step by step. "Witness the magic my mother taught me. Witness just how insignificant you truly are!"

Bang!

Loki slammed Gungnir into the ground and charged toward Orion Cross. A twisted magical fluctuation appeared between his hands.

"You will spend the rest of your life in illusions of Helheim!"

Loki’s entire face turned into the deep blue of a Frost Giant, and his eyes became blood-red.

"Can’t beat me, so you’re using a spell?"

Orion Cross sensed the somewhat familiar magic in Loki’s hands. It seemed Hela had used something similar before.

Thud!

Just as Loki’s hand was about to touch Orion Cross’s forehead, Orion Cross suddenly moved. A round bead was punched directly into Loki’s forehead.

Loki’s eyes instantly lost focus, and he collapsed face-first onto the ground.

"I hope this can bring Odin some joy in his later years."

Orion Cross glanced at Loki, who had fallen headfirst onto the ground, and patted the back of his head. The bead then returned to Orion Cross’s hand.

This bead was the reward Orion Cross had obtained from defeating Lillia, the Bashful Bloom, during the Ionian Series Mission: Otherworldly Shared Dream.

Otherworldly Shared Dream.

Description: Zhuang Zhou dreamed at dawn, lost in the butterfly. Perhaps dreams are another world.

Details: The user enters another dimension in the form of a dream. Note: The dream is reality. There is an extremely high probability of changing the user’s personality, character, and worldview.

Otherworldly Shared Dream was not simple dimensional travel, but entering another dimension through dreams. What was even more terrifying was that after using it, the self in the dream and the self in the main world had equal memories.

An ordinary person might have a dream, act recklessly, and commit evil inside it, yet after waking up in reality, they would still remain a law-abiding citizen. But if someone used Otherworldly Shared Dream, then after waking up, that original law-abiding citizen would most likely no longer exist. Replacing him would be the mentally fractured outlaw Zhang San.

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