The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 920 - 60 Why do you have to come back?

Two of the most powerful goddesses of the Warner Divine Race were no match for this guy, and he, a weaker combat god, being resented by such a being was a foregone conclusion.

Had it not been for Freya kicking him away just now, letting him out of the situation, he might have been the one with broken legs, wailing on the ground right now.

Frey glanced at Poetry God Bragi, whose legs were twisted like pretzels and who had almost fainted from the pain several times, quietly feeling fortunate.

At this time, the two Blood Alliance brothers, after a brief exchange of pleasantries upon their long-awaited reunion, seemed to also remember the unfortunate fellow with broken legs on the ground.

“Some small frictions only, there was no need for such severe measures,” sighed Luo En reluctantly.

“This was his own fault!”

Odin snorted coldly and then, with a sullen face, turned to look at Tyr and Heimdall outside the field,

“What are you standing around for? Come here and greet your uncle! Do I have to invite you myself?”

Upon hearing this, Tyr and Heimdall immediately woke up as if from a dream, hurriedly sheathing their weapons and bowing respectfully to Luo En.

Luo En smiled and nodded, not troubling these two brothers.

Seeing the atmosphere at the scene somewhat relaxed, Odin breathed a sigh of relief and laughingly issued an invitation:

“It’s rare for you to return; come, let’s go to the Golden Palace for a drink, we shall not rest until we’re drunk today! It’s also a good chance for my children to meet their uncle.”

Luo En pointed to the separated giant dragon corpses and the blood-stained field, reminding him reluctantly,

“Let’s choose another day. The Dwarf King’s son has just died, his daughter lies in a coma, and there are a pile of things waiting for me to tidy up…”

Then, he glanced at the Poetry God on the ground, kindly suggesting,

“Bragi’s also badly injured, how about letting him go back to Turin City with me to recuperate?”

“No need, he won’t die!”

Odin waved his hand, then turned to Bragi and the three people coldly snorting,

“I haven’t settled the score with these three wretched kids yet, I’ll take them first, and after investigating things thoroughly, I will give you an explanation!”

“The one who died is the Dwarf King’s son, what explanation do I need…”

“Then give the Dwarf King justice! Rest assured, I will personally visit Turin City in three days!”

“Alright, I’ll await you in Turin City.”

Luo En nodded in response, then watched as Odin led the Immortal Palace people disappear into the light of the Rainbow Bridge operation.

With the departure of the Asgard team and the death of the last Upper Giant Dragon, this dragon disaster that swept through the Dwarf Country temporarily concluded in an anticlimactic manner.

Looking at the dragon corpses lying in pools of blood, and at the legendary Lord of the Middle Court, the people on site were momentarily perplexed, unsure of what to do next.

Luo En thought for a moment, then waved his hand to give an order:

“You stay and clean up this place, then follow the original plan to transport the items back to Turin City. Eden’s condition is unstable, I need to take her back to the Royal Palace with Freya first.”

Upon hearing this clear instruction, the various teams, which had been anxious, finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to carry out their tasks in an orderly manner.

~~

At the break of dawn, night turned into day.

Luo En and Freya sped along, taking the unconscious Eden back to Turin City first.

Seeing his daughter safe and sound, but learning of his son’s death midway, the Dwarf King was overwhelmed with mixed emotions, his face streaked with old tears, as he explained the situation to Valkyrie Freya and Luo En who had resumed his true identity.

It turned out that after brothers Fafnir and Regin had killed their father and stolen the treasure, they fled to the Northern Realm, and due to their revealed whereabouts, they were captured by the Durin Clan.

During the interrogation, the Durin Clan grew greedy for the treasure in their possession and hoped to use their shape-shifting talents to explore more Gold Veins, seeking more wealth.

The duty fell upon the Dwarf King’s son, Eden’s brother.

However, this excessive greed led to grave consequences, with his son, along with Fafnir and Regin, cursed by the Rhein Gold, turning into dragons crazed for treasure, thus triggering a Dragon Disaster that swept through the whole Dwarf Country.

During several raids by the dragon horde, Eden discovered that her brother seemed to retain some humanity, so she willingly allowed herself to be captured by her brother, hoping to awaken his sense.

While Eden wasn’t entirely successful, her draconified brother managed to restrain the other two Upper Giant Dragons at the Lonely Mountain Dragon Nest, significantly reducing the threat of the Dragon Disaster.

With the delay caused by Eden, the Dwarf Clan had the chance to call for help from the other Nine Great Kingdoms to come and slay the dragons.

The Dwarf King guessed that his daughter had survived so long in the Lonely Mountain Dragon Nest, untouched by Dragon Disease, probably because her heart was too pure to be hooked by the Rhein Gold.

However, to cover up the scandal of the Dragon Disaster, the Dwarf Clan chose to hide all these events.

“This is our fault, if we hadn’t been greedy for that treasure, none of this would have happened.”

Watching his daughter lying unconscious, the hunched Dwarf King lamented deeply, his aged face etched with regret.

Luo En opened his mouth but ultimately remained silent in response.

~~

Meanwhile, at the Golden Palace.

A suppressed and solemn atmosphere permeated the entire hall, as Poetry God Bragi, with his legs twisted like pretzels, crawled on the cold floor, not daring to look up at the figure seated on the throne above.

After what seemed like an eternity, a faint questioning voice sounded:

“Who allowed you to make decisions on your own?”

“Father God, I—I did this to fulfill the mission you entrusted to me!”

Bragi, feeling the mountainous pressure, swiftly defended himself.

As he spoke, he hurriedly lifted a hand, taking out from the Magic Circle Diagram a beautifully crafted Golden Ring stained with a trace of blood, and respectfully presented it.

Seeing the object, Odin’s swirling anger abated slightly, he took the ring into his hand and snorted:

“If not for you dealing with proper matters, your hands wouldn’t be spared either!”

Hearing this, Bragi felt somewhat resentful:

“Father God, I don’t understand, that person is just a Chief God! What right does he have to make you yield so much?”

“Chief God? He could easily sit in my place if he wished! All the pleasures of wine and women that you enjoy here in the Immortal Palace are thanks to his efforts!”

Odin abruptly stood up, casting a shadowy look towards his son on the ground,

“Also, remember, he is my brother, your uncle, show some respect in the future!”

“Obeyed, Father God…”

Feeling the overwhelming pressure like a tsunami, Bragi bowed his head tremulously, yet there lingered a trace of defiance deep in his eyes.

Noticing his son’s subtle defiance, Odin frowned but was too indolent to pursue it.

Instead, he began twirling the blood-stained Golden Ring in his hand, a complex gaze peering through the tiny Hole towards the vast emptiness, silently murmuring to himself.

Since you have already gone, why come back again?