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492 Two Crows(2/2)

 Frank softened the expression on his face and spoke softly.
 …
 In New Asgard, Thor and his sister were patrolling the territory bit by bit.
Although compared to the original Asgard, the size of this land is somewhat insignificant.
 It’s not even a prosperous town.
 But now, Asgardians no longer need such a huge living area.
They are just the inheritors of the name Asgard, just a group of homeless exiles who have settled in this land.
 Deep in their hearts, these surviving Asgardians have actually accepted the fact that they are being protected by others.
 They are no longer the guardians of the nine realms, they are just a group of wanderers who have found a place to live.
Thor was walking slowly, with Mjolnir in his hand constantly trying to lean on the hammer in his other hand.
He just smiled in relief, his "brother" with the hammer was still more favored by Mjolnir than he was.
But he was relieved long ago.
 Because he is the new king of Asgard and shoulders the expectations of his people.
 And the power awakened in his body gave him more confidence to face the guys in this world.
 Odin's divine power is constantly getting stronger in his body, and he can feel this.
And the bloodline belonging to Nephalem allows his body to withstand this kind of power better than Odin himself.
 At least, Thor can't see the day when he needs to "sleep" to extend his life.
“Sister, what are we missing now?”
Thor raised his eyes and looked at the sky, asking Hela behind him.
 His voice was filled with strong pride.
 This new home was built bit by bit under his hands.
He has nothing to be proud of, this is his new home.
 “Lack of a battle to reshape glory, my brother.”
Hela’s voice is no longer cold, but has a lazy tone.
 With no ambition and no longer wanting revenge, Hela began to gradually enjoy this leisurely pace of life.
 There is no need to lead soldiers to conquer one place after another, and there is no need to face flesh and blood and swords every day.
 Now you can freely choose from the clothes and cosmetics sent by humans every day. This quality of life seems to be more interesting than constant fighting.
 It’s just that even she herself is not sure how long it will take for her to feel tired.
 In many cases, Immortals’ pursuits are more focused on spiritual satisfaction than material things.
 Glory is one of Asgard's pursuits, used to create some waves in its long life.
“The glory of battle has always been given to people like us. In fact, there is no glory in fighting. What is glorious is victory.
 And victory comes in many forms.
 There is only one thing we lack now, and that is our younger brother.
 I didn’t believe what he did before was from his original intention, now I want to find my family back!”
Thor said this with a smile on his face.
 The light of thunder flashed in his two eyes.
 Obviously he has grown a lot during this time. Even Hela has to admit that his younger brother has finally surpassed his older sister in strength.
While Hela and Thor were talking about this, the two crows seemed to have heard enough of this conversation and flew away from the tree branches.
 Like an ordinary crow, it didn't disturb anyone.
Haila twitched the corners of her lips and cursed "old thing" in her heart, but she didn't make any move at all.
The two crows have their own names, Fukin and Wu Ni.
 In a distant place, an old man was staggering on the road.
Without any apparent purpose, two crows cawed strangely and landed on his shoulders.
“Okay honey, tell me if my stupid son has been run around by his sister.”
This old man is obviously Odin.
 Under the protection of Yizuer, he survived.
 Just what he saw and heard in the high-level heaven still made it difficult for his body to bear the growing power.
 His life is coming to an end.
“Gaga, the great god of gods. Thor makes Asgard prosperous!”
The crow said this, and Odin's face became much calmer.
“God of the gods, Hela has changed, and now she looks like a great goddess.”
 Another crow said this.
 The two divine ravens have been with Odin for who knows how many years, and Hela and the others are equally familiar with them.
 Even compared to Thor, they are more familiar with Hela.
Odin even raised the corner of his mouth, then slowly took out a piece of bread from his bag, slowly broke it into pieces and fed it to the two crows on his shoulders.
“Hela has always been great, but she left too hastily. It’s not bad now, isn’t it?”
 Odin muttered softly, and at this moment, Hela and Hela, who was far away in New Asgard, smiled.
“My life is about to end. What role do I have for you demon gods now?”
Odin slowly straightened his back and looked at the figure that appeared in front of him.
He will never forget this figure in his life. Even if his life disappears, he will keep the guy in front of him firmly in his heart!
Diavolo!
“I want to see if a being who can make fear disappear from the depths of his heart will be a little shaken when he sees me.”
Diavolo’s figure said this.
 Although this is not his real body, as a phantom, it is powerful enough.
“Of course I’m still afraid. For example, right now I’m afraid of you going to the children’s new home, so I’m ready to risk everything.”
Odin said calmly.
 His life can be declared to end from the moment he lands in the higher heaven.
 Every extra moment is earned.
“A human being once said this. I just thought it was a joke.”
Diavolo said this.
 He was obviously talking about the wise king of Khanduras, the Skeleton King Leoric.
At the end of his life, the last thought of a crazy guy was to let Diavolo's will disappear with him.
 Such an idea seemed somewhat ridiculous to Diavolo at the time, and it was overestimating his capabilities!
 But both Leoric and Aidan gave Diavolo a new understanding of the Nephalem.
 Will the guy in front of you be next?
Diavolo doesn’t think so.
There may be many noble people in the world, but in the eyes of those guys in the High-level Heaven, it is impossible to retain that level of will when facing the fearful demon.
Diavolo, who has mastered fear, has never failed in a battle of wills!
 It doesn’t matter whether the guy in front of him is more powerful than him, or whether the other person is more destructive.
As long as fear exists, he will never fail!
Chapter completed!
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