HLnovel Chapter 1188 The Chess Player Who Laughs Last
Chapter 1188 The Chess Player Who Laughs Last
There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any horrific carnage.
Thor's hammer blow was like smashing into a stagnant pool of water.
The lightning bolt pierced Loki's skull, but not a single hair was burned.
The laughing "Loki," along with Si Xiaonan trembling at his feet,
The moment the hammer made contact, it was like a soap bubble being punctured, bursting into a shower of green fluorescence with a "pop".
Thor remained frozen in his downward slamming position.
The face, which was full of anger, twisted in shock in an instant, making it look ridiculous like a clown.
"Is this your full strength?"
The teasing voices came from all directions, carrying an elegance that made you want to grind your teeth in frustration.
In mid-air, countless green points of light re-converged.
Loki didn't even bother to pretend this time. He put one arm around the expressionless Si Xiaonan and snapped his fingers lightly with the other.
"Snapped."
Crisp, brief.
The snap of the fingers was like some kind of switch.
The previously turbulent storm of divine power around Miracle Square suddenly went black, like a television set that had been unplugged.
The aura of a supreme god, the leap in rules—all gone.
The earth-shattering pressure just now was actually a holographic projection created by Loki using illusion magic and some high-level artifact.
"Fake...it's all fake?"
Thor jerked his head up, his eyes bloodshot, and a beastly growl escaped his throat, "Loki!!!"
"Don't shout so loudly, I'm here."
Loki's figure flickered in mid-air, and black threads emerged from the void as if they were alive.
Instantly, it wrapped around his and Si Xiaonan's bodies.
"Since you're so enthusiastic, I won't keep you company."
"After all, the real show has only just begun."
"Stop him!! Anyone who dares to let him leave, I'll kill their entire family!!"
Thor swung his thunder hammer like a madman, the violent current ionizing the surrounding air and turning it into a burnt smell.
But it didn't work.
Those black silks weren't magic; they were authority.
Goodbye, my foolish brother.
Loki's lips curled into a mocking smile, and the next second, he and Si Xiaonan vanished into thin air.
That was an absolutely brilliant move.
The entire Asgardian War Gods were stunned, their swords raised but not lowered.
I was about to fight them to the death, but it turns out they just came here to make a fool of me.
In the dead silence, only Thor's heavy breathing echoed like a bellows.
On the ruined clock tower.
"Damn it." Wu Hen spat out the coin from his mouth and rubbed his temples hard.
"That old bastard, he's making a fool of everyone."
"What talk of challenging the supreme god? It's just a classic case of escaping unscathed."
Lin Qiye stared at the direction Loki had disappeared in, his face grim: "He took Xiao Nan away; he definitely didn't have good intentions."
"The look in Xiaonan's eyes just now..."
"Alright, stop analyzing micro-expressions," Wu Hen interrupted him, gesturing with his chin towards the other end of the square.
"Look who's that?"
Lin Qiye followed the gaze.
On the edge of a chaotic ruin, a man wearing a hospital gown with the number 22 was crouching down.
With its rear end sticking out, it ran wildly in the opposite direction like a frightened mouse.
Miles.
This guy may be a coward, but he's incredibly quick-witted.
Taking advantage of the moment when Thor went mad and the gods of war were confused, this guy's target was very clear—the Temple of Thor.
"What does he want to do?" Lin Qiye frowned.
"What else can we do? Run away."
Wu Hen sneered, and in a flash, he had already darted more than ten meters across the rooftop.
"This guy has the 'King's Scepter'. If he steals the 'Holy Rainbow Sword' from the temple, he can forcibly open the Rainbow Bridge."
"This is the only escape route. If he gets away, we'll be buried here with Asgard."
"Chase."
Without wasting words, Lin Qiye exerted force with his feet, his whole body like an arrow released from a bow.
The two men, one in front and one behind, used the ruins as cover to relentlessly pursue Miles's retreating figure.
Miles ran incredibly fast; his survival instinct was off the charts.
He kept looking back as he ran, his pale face filled with a desperate, gamble-like hope.
"Faster! Faster!" Miles muttered nervously.
"As long as I get the sword... as long as I get the sword, I'll be the King of Heaven! To hell with the God War, to hell with Lin Qiye, they're all dead!!"
Just as Miles was about to rush into the temple gates.
"stop!"
A loud shout rang out from behind.
It wasn't Lin Qiye, it was Thor.
Thor may be going mad, but he's not blind yet.
Seeing someone trying to break into his house right under his nose, his pent-up anger instantly found an outlet.
"boom!"
A bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket struck the steps in front of Miles, sending rubble flying everywhere.
Miles was so frightened that he fell to the ground and scrambled behind a pillar.
"An opportunity." Wu Hen's eyes lit up, and he forcefully turned in mid-air.
"Thor has been lured there, we're just in time..."
Lin Qiye suddenly stopped in his tracks.
An extremely dangerous intuition pierced the back of his head like an ice needle.
That was an instinct he had honed through countless brushes with death.
Not right.
It's so quiet.
Besides Thor's roar, the surroundings
"Wait!" Lin Qiye reached out to grab Wu Hen's shoulder.
"Don't go there!"
Wu Hen reacted extremely quickly; the moment Lin Qiye spoke, he stopped abruptly, turning around with a bewildered look: "What's wrong? Why aren't you grabbing it now..."
The words were not finished.
"Pfft."
An extremely slight muffled sound.
It's like a hot knife cutting through butter, or a butcher hanging up fresh meat.
Wu Hen's eyes widened, his pupils instantly shrinking to the size of pinpoints.
In his line of sight, a black sword tip suddenly shot out from Lin Qiye's chest without warning.
That is the color of death.
No blood gushed out, because the flesh around the wound died instantly, turning into a dull, grayish-brown.
"Seven Nights?!" Wu Hen roared, and without thinking, a dagger instantly appeared in his hand, which he then used to stab Lin Qiye from behind.
"Ding."
A deathly pale hand, devoid of any blood, casually grasped Wu Hen's dagger.
Those are a woman's hands.
Her long, black nail polish made her stand out starkly against the backdrop of the smoke-filled battlefield.
"The response has been good."
A cold, hoarse voice, carrying a decaying aura from hell, rang in their ears.
"Unfortunately, he's not very bright."
Lin Qiye's body stiffened; the excruciating pain did not originate from his physical body, but rather acted directly on his soul.
He wanted to move, but his body had already severed its connection with his brain.
He lowered his head with difficulty, looking at the hand that had come out of his chest.
On her wrist, she wore a black bracelet shaped like thorns.
Hella.
Queen of the Underworld.
"Since I can't see you in the prophecy..."
Hela's figure slowly emerged from the void, her black, form-fitting armor outlining her perfect curves.
But at this moment, it only makes people feel a chill to the bone.
She casually tossed Wu Hen into the wall like a piece of trash.
"Then let's just erase it."
"Cough..." A mouthful of black blood gushed from Lin Qiye's mouth, his vision began to blur, and the world was rapidly receding from him.
Careless.
They were always on guard against Loki and Thor, but they forgot that this venomous snake was always watching from the shadows.
"Stop struggling."
Hela leaned close to Lin Qiye's ear, her voice as gentle as if she were telling a bedtime story.
"The gates to the underworld are closed; your soul has nowhere to go."
She abruptly pulled her hand away.
Lin Qiye's body lost its support and he fell softly backward.
Just a second before consciousness completely plunged into darkness.
Lin Qiye's blurred vision passed over Hela's shoulder and looked at the majestic temple.
In the crack of that door, charred black by lightning.
A familiar shadow flashed by.
That is……