Chapter 1171
Odin's Scheme: A Multiverse Map and the Aura of Conspiracy.
Chapter 1171 Odin's Scheme: A Multiverse Map and the Aura of Conspiracy.
The emperor penguin remained silent for a moment.
Of course he understood what Odin meant.
The saying "If the lips are cold, the teeth will perish" is not an empty phrase.
The power of the myriad realms waxes and wanes, and the expansion of the Heavenly Kingdom is an open secret. If the Courtyard continues to take root, the space of the multi-theistic system will indeed be continuously compressed.
But Odin didn't know.
He didn't know the true core of the Wand People, the underlying agreement sealed in the deepest archives, or the very thing they relied on for survival. It was a secret never revealed, a trump card that allowed them to live a lifetime in the cracks of society.
This secret wand man can live off for a lifetime, and as long as they don't do anything reckless, as long as they maintain the boundaries, and as long as they don't cross the line on their own initiative—the Kingdom of Heaven won't take action against them.
Soros could only suppress his complex emotions and speak slowly.
“Your Majesty Odin, we have said this many times.”
His tone lacked anger, only helplessness.
"The Wandmen have no intention of intervening in the struggle between the myriad realms and the Kingdom of Heaven. We will not fight for the gods, nor for the Court."
"We only draw maps, record structures, and preserve knowledge, that's all."
“As for war—” he shook his head, “that’s not our domain.”
Odin looked at him silently, the light in his single eye dimming slightly for a moment.
He was indeed disappointed.
He had spoken so plainly and so deeply about the threat of the Kingdom of Heaven that he left almost no room for rhetoric.
But the wand man still insisted on his so-called neutrality, which was truly stubborn and even a bit foolish.
However, Odin is Odin after all; he is not bound to stick to just one path.
A moment later, he suddenly laughed.
That laugh carried the restraint and composure unique to a king. He slowly rose from his throne, his cloak cascading down the steps, and [Gungnir] rang out with a low metallic tinkling beside him.
Odin raised his goblet, and the amber-colored mead swirled within.
"Lord Rhodes."
His tone returned to the proper decorum expected at a banquet.
"My words were sharp just now; I was impolite."
"This glass of wine is my self-punishment."
He tilted his head back and drank it all.
Then he waved.
"Valkyrie warriors, step forward and pour Lord Rhodes a full cup of wine."
On both sides of the hall, the Valkyries clad in feathered armor moved in response.
They moved lightly between the long tables, refilling wine for the guests, serving meat to the honored guests, and bringing the freshly cooked meat of Sehrimnir to Lot, while the mead was refilled in the golden cup.
Odin put down his wine cup, his tone calm.
"Today is a banquet; let Lord Rhodes enjoy himself."
The music in the hall resumed, and the encouraging words from before seemed to have never happened.
The music and dancing continued in the Golden Palace, and the banquet remained a scene of peace and prosperity.
The firelight illuminated the faces of the gods and guests, and the atmosphere seemed to have returned to normal. However, between the throne and the VIP seats, a more important deal was already underway.
Odin leaned back on his throne, his fingers slowly stroking the handle of the [Gungnir] spear, his gaze fixed between Rhodes and Soros, his tone low and direct.
"Blackrock Fortress...this is the key to our meeting."
He spoke slowly, as if recounting an ancient legend, yet with a sense of urgency.
"That is a giant space knot built by an ancient race. Its structure is not a single fortress, but a multi-layered, overlapping ring structure that can be moved and also serve as a super weapon. Its core is made of an unknown material that can suppress the power of information, even interfere with great spirituality, and distort or enhance the flow of etheric energy."
"It can stabilize the boundary between reality and ether, or it can tear apart the membrane between the two."
The deities in the hall exchanged a glance.
Odin continued, his voice even lower.
“Gilard’s twelfth wandmaster disappeared while exploring Blackrock Fortress.”
"You wand men have been searching for him, and you will bring him back, dead or alive."
His single eye swept over Lot.
“I know he died there, and I know the exact coordinates of that structure.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Emperor Penguin Soros's breath visibly paused for a moment. The reason they were able to tolerate Odin's rudeness and arrogance towards the wand man was entirely because of the remains of the Twelfth Wand Man.
Odin didn't give them much time to process it.
"The reason I am looking for you is not because I am unable to go."
“If I wish, I can physically traverse the ether, passing through countless layers and storms, and finally reach that fortress.”
He was not exaggerating when he said that.
"But that will take a long time."
"But the current situation doesn't allow me to leave for too long."
"If I walk that road alone, when I return—"
His single eye narrowed slightly.
"The myriad realms may have already fallen into the hands of the fourth sword-wielder of the Heavenly Kingdom, or rather, into the authoritarian rule of that Golden Tyrant. Even if I return with Blackrock Fortress, I will be powerless to reverse the situation."
An oppressive atmosphere permeated the air.
Odin raised his cup, but instead of drinking, he pointed the rim at the two wand-wielders.
"Therefore, I need you."
He said it bluntly.
"I need the Wandman's - multiverse map."
His voice was steady, yet carried the decisiveness of a king.
"A map of the multiverse, a marvel that the Wandman is so proud of, comparable to the Rainbow Bridge in heaven... and even surpassing the Rainbow Bridge in some respects."
"Legend has it that the map of the multiverse is a scroll that cannot be fully unfolded. No matter how it is stretched, it always maintains the same area, just like a high-dimensional creation that has infinite length in function but is folded into a finite plane."
It cannot be torn or destroyed; its surface features a spiral structure and dense markings, and the labels automatically change according to the holder's language.
"Even on first use, it will teleport the holder to a suitable habitable environment in reality (appropriate to the holder's species). It will not randomly drop the user into a vacuum or a dangerous uninhabited area."
"After repeated use, according to users, some people gradually learned to locate more specific and precise locations through willpower, rather than just random points—and at that time they could teleport freely to these locations that had already been teleported without relying on the multiverse map."
Odin's single eye gazed intently at the two wand-wielders.
"That's why you wand people can appear almost anywhere and are extremely difficult to catch... I've heard that you even gave yourselves a shiny nickname like Wandman Flash."
He slowly placed the wine glass back on the long table.
"What I want is not the scroll itself, but navigation and teleportation. Take me to Blackrock Fortress, and I will give you the coordinates of the remains of Wandman Number Twelve."
The firelight in the hall flickered.
The bargaining chips were finally laid out on the table.
Odin didn't beat around the bush anymore. He placed the wine cup on the long table and gently tapped the rim of the cup with his knuckles.
"This deal makes perfect sense, doesn't it?"
Instead of waiting for an immediate response, he began to confide in the wand man, a rare frankness appearing in his single eye.
"The momentum of the Kingdom of Heaven is growing stronger and stronger."
"The courtyard has laid out nodes in all the heavens and myriad worlds, the Golden Tyrant has reshaped the boundaries, and the world has been incorporated into their structure layer by layer... and we are actually powerless to resist."
He slightly raised his hand, as if sketching a gradually tightening net in the air.
"The gods have begun to unite."
"The pantheon of faiths put aside old grudges, the outer planes communicated with each other, and the ancient covenant was brought up again, all to combat the spread of that golden tyrant."
Odin's voice gradually faded.
“But I know very well that once the gods unite in full force, the Kingdom of Heaven will also take full action. That will not be a border skirmish or a conflict between planes, but a complete and total war.”
He slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the gods in the hall.
“In the past, we have clashed with the Kingdom of Heaven.”
"As you all know, that's how it turned out."
"Back then, we were at our peak, and the Kingdom of Heaven was not as unified as it is today."
"Now, we are but afterimages."
"They, however, have hardly declined."
"Moreover, I know the filth and short-sightedness of the major pantheons; they won't cooperate, and I dare not cooperate with these fools." The air grew heavy, and Odin uttered a startling statement.
"Yes, we are fighting a war that the pantheon is destined to lose."
When these words were spoken, the expressions of the several deities in the hall changed slightly, but none of them refuted them.
Odin looked back at the two wand-wielders.
"That's why I need Blackrock Fortress; it's not just a superweapon."
"It is a framework that can suppress the power of information and interfere with the projection of great spirituality; it is a device that tears apart or solidifies the boundary between reality and the ether."
"On the battlefield, it can serve as a deterrent; at the negotiating table, it can serve as a bargaining chip."
He paused.
"And in the worst-case scenario—it can become an ark."
The flames in the hall reflected a cold light in his eyes.
"If the war gets out of control, if the pantheon collapses, or if the Kingdom of Heaven advances in full force, Blackrock Fortress can accommodate the remaining pantheon, allowing it to pass through the structure and move far away from the Kingdom of Heaven's domain."
"When Ragnarok truly arrives, Blackrock Fortress will take the last embers and go far away."
He didn't use a passionate tone or inflammatory language; he simply stated the facts.
"I didn't come to you for the sake of victory."
"I'm doing this for balance, and also to prepare for failure."
Emperor Penguin George Soros fell silent.
He recalled Odin's almost rude words of criticism earlier, the self-punishment of drinking wine that followed, and now this unvarnished strategic analysis.
This one-eyed god-king can deliver sharp and sarcastic remarks, but he can also admit his mistakes for his rude words.
It possesses both sharpness and clarity.
In all the myriad realms, there are very few such pantheons, and Odin may be the only one.
Soros unconsciously raised his opinion of Odin higher in his mind.
Inside the Pantheon in the Golden Palace, the firelight flickered, mead churned, and the aroma of Sehrimnir's flesh still lingered in the air.
"This deal is perfectly reasonable."
This time it was Lot who spoke; his voice was not loud, but it carried clearly throughout the hall.
“On behalf of the Wandman, I agree to cooperate with His Majesty Odin.”
Emperor penguin Soros instinctively turned his head to look at him, but quickly fell silent.
The terms of the deal are already on the table, and since Rhodes has spoken, it means he has already completed his internal deductions.
On his throne, Odin's single eye gleamed slightly.
He then burst into laughter.
"Hahaha--"
The laughter was deep and hearty, echoing beneath the golden palace dome, as if even the beams and pillars were shaking.
"it is good!"
"In that case, let's drink to our hearts' content!"
He refilled his glass and glanced at the gods and guests.
"Let the Valkyrie have more meat and more wine, and never run out of mead! Today, in my golden palace, we shall not leave until we are drunk!"
The hall was filled with the cheers of the heroes, the warriors raised their cups and shouted, and the firelight shone on the armor and the long table, as if everything was moving forward just as Odin had wished.
however.
Just as the agreed-upon feast was about to truly begin, [Fokkin] and [Muni] on Odin's shoulders suddenly took flight simultaneously.
The two ravens, which had been perched quietly on Odin's shoulders, suddenly let out sharp and urgent cries, the sound piercing through the dome of the Golden Palace like a blade cutting through the noise.
"Gah—!"
"Gah—!"
That was a warning.
It is a dual warning from both thought and memory.
Odin's smile froze on his face, and a thunderous rage suddenly flashed in his single eye. He abruptly raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the palace and the sea of clouds, looking towards a direction that was both extremely distant and extremely near.
"Heavenly Child—"
His voice was so low it was almost a roar.
How dare you...!
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The top floor center of Joseph's Garden.
The free city of Shimmenberg.
The plains of Aida were still in a state of jubilation. The heroic spirits had just finished a large-scale melee. The victors raised their weapons, while the vanquished laughed in pools of blood, for they knew—
They will be resurrected tomorrow morning.
This is one of the core areas where Odin established Valhalla.
In this land, death is merely a link in the cycle.
The miracle of the God-King is like an invisible shield covering the entire city; as long as the soul is not completely erased, the body will be reconstructed the next day.
This is why fighting has become the norm.
Almost all living things enjoy fighting.
Many heroic spirits even received blessings from the Blood God during the bloody battle, their fighting spirit burning like raging flames.
Odin did not strictly forbid this, because he needed the best, the most ruthless, and the most resilient warriors—to prepare for the future Ragnarok crisis.
however.
Right above this city shrouded in the miracle of immortality.
Suddenly the sky split open, and a pillar supporting the heavens descended from the sky.
The pillar fell vertically from the clouds, its entire body wreathed in blazing white lightning and golden flames, its edges shimmering with light patterns as if the structure had been rewritten.
next moment.
boom!!!
A deafening explosion swept across the entire Ida Plain.
The towering pillar crashed directly into the Hall of Heroes area, shattering a tenth of the building into dust. Stone pillars broke, roofs collapsed, and sacred wooden beams were reduced to fragments in the shockwave.
The ground was pressed into a huge crater, and the shockwave sent the fighting spirits flying dozens of meters away.
Most importantly, the structure of the miracle of immortality has become disordered.
The originally stable resurrection circuit was forcibly suppressed, and the souls of some heroic spirits flickered violently at the reshaping node, as if the signal was being interfered with.
But this is not the end.
Thunder surged from within the clouds, and four enormous figures slowly emerged.
Those were four enormous bulls.
Their size far exceeds that of ordinary divine beasts, their muscles undulate like mountains, and their fur is as white as clouds, yet it shimmers with a metallic luster under the light of lightning.
The bull's horns were curved like the moon, and its entire body was wrapped in blue electric arcs and golden flames. Wherever it stepped, the air was torn apart by electricity, and the ground was scorched into charred cracks.
They let out a deep roar, the sound like rolling thunder.
"Moo—!!!!"
The entire city of Ximingburg instantly descended into chaos.
The spirits roared and charged forward, only to find that their wounds were healing slowly and their resurrection structures were no longer stable.
The miracle of the God-King's immortality is being suppressed.
And above the clouds.
Xia Xiu crossed his arms over his chest, his expression calm.
Magus stood beside him, his red hair billowing in the wind, his gaze fixed intently on the scene below.
At this moment, Golden Retriever, along with his four bulls, began to wreak havoc on Valhalla.
Perhaps this was the guidance of fate. After Odin had devised his perfect plan, Laosha brought his sixth son to the Garden of Joseph.
Xia Xiu's sinuses twitched, and he said to Magus beside him:
“Magnus, I smell a conspiracy… In fact, from the moment I found you, I felt someone was manipulating cause and effect.”
"Xin Liezhi is probably up to something again, but my great spiritual sense can sense that this time his target isn't me, but rather the King of Joseph Garden, the Lord of the Golden Palace... Odin."