Chapter 558 It's just a toy!

The ancient gods are vulnerable.

Eric didn't even use his own power to easily destroy them all, which made him feel that they were just a bunch of fakes. He didn't understand why they had troubled Odin for so many years?

However, just as he was about to leave to help Thor, something strange happened.

The four ancient gods that he had crushed into powder were actually gathering again little by little!

A special energy came from the world tree, acting on the powder scattered by the ancient gods, and soon gathered them together. Then, in the void, wisps of soul filaments spread and joined the gathering team.

"Resurrection?" Eric raised his eyebrows, carefully sensed the energy and souls, and soon distinguished their source, "Asgard!"

That's right, the opportunity for the ancient gods to resurrect was Asgard.

"It's useless, God, we are not your opponent, but you can't kill us either!" The ancient god with horns on his head has recovered his head, looking at Eric with a faint gaze, "As long as Asgard is still there, we are immortal!"

"You came with Thor, are you the helper Thor invited? It's useless, God, give up, Asgard can't escape the fate of reincarnation." Another ancient god also recovered.

Eric grinned, these guys, fools!

He hasn't said anything yet, but he has revealed his trump card! Do you think he won't attack Asgard? How stupid.

"Asgard?" Eric smiled at the four big fools, waved his hand, and the power of space bound them, tied them into four big dumplings and floated behind him.

"God, this is a matter between us and Asgard, why do you want to intervene?"

"We have already agreed..."

"Asgard must reincarnate..."

The four ancient gods tried various methods, but they could not get rid of Eric's restraints. They kept chattering and wanted him to give up.

"Quiet!" Eric uttered a word, and a red light flashed on his body, separating the reality where the ancient gods were from this dimension, and finally got rid of their annoying voices.

Eric continued to descend with the four dumplings and soon found Thor.

At this moment, Thor's condition was very bad, with little divine power left, and the only remaining eye was bleeding.

"Success?" Eric raised his eyebrows. The giant cocoon that originally wrapped Asgard had been smashed into a big hole at this moment, and the divine power flowed out of it, constantly washing the shell of the giant cocoon.

The thread of fate had also broken, and the fate loom could not continue. It was like a jam, making a loud bang and shaking violently, but it could not weave any cloth rolls.

"It didn't work, but it's still one step short." Thor panted, turned around, and stared at the Ancient God with a bloodshot eye.

Eric thought he was going to attack, so he quietly stepped aside, wanting him to vent first, but Thor didn't do that. He just stared at the Ancient God for a long time, then turned his head away.

The God of Hammers, is not reckless anymore? Eric was a little surprised, this was more shocking than his inheritance of Odin's wisdom.

"Look! That cocoon is recovering!" Thor pointed at the giant cocoon with Thor's hammer.

Eric couldn't help but look, it was true. The divine power from Asgard was destroying the giant cocoon, but the giant cocoon was also absorbing the power of Asgard to restore itself.

One destroyed, the other recovered. Eric only watched for a few seconds and found that recovery was faster than destruction!

"Shall I hit it a few more times?" Eric shook his wrist, and the short stick in his hand extended to both sides, and soon became a long spear, the Spear of Reincarnation.

Thor shook his head sadly, "It's useless. That cocoon is made entirely of Asgard's power, and the speed of recovery is always faster than destruction!"

"So, there is only one way!" Eric stared at Thor, "You, have you thought about it?"

Thor was silent for a long time, and smiled bitterly, "My father has told me, I have no choice, let's do it."

Eric breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that Thor would be stubborn.

"Since you have figured it out, let's go back."

After that, Eric waved his hand, the space was replaced, the dimension was transformed, and the two of them returned to their dimension with the four ancient gods, and the Fountain of Wisdom stood silently beside them.

The two did not stop, and then teleported back to Asgard.

At this moment, Asgard can still see a lot of war. The large army of the dark elves has retreated, but there are still many small troops left.

Thor is not in the mood to entangle with them now, and he went straight to Odin's Golden Palace as soon as he returned.

Eric followed closely behind, and as soon as he entered the Golden Palace, he heard Thor crying.

Frigga was dead. Thor held her body and cried bitterly. Beside him, Loki shed tears silently with red eyes. A feeling of sadness filled the whole Golden Palace.

Eric only took a look and then quietly withdrew. Before leaving, his eyes were all on Loki. Unfortunately, this was Loki in this universe, and the God of Stories did not come.

"God of Stories, hey, I really don't know why you did this."

...

Superfluid space, the God of Stories Library.

The God of Stories stood in front of the window with a small crystal in his hand, his face uncertain.

A faint light flashed from the crystal, condensed into the appearance of Frigga in the air, looked around blankly, and finally stopped at the face of the God of Stories, anxiously wanting to say something, but couldn't make a sound.

"Wait a minute, mother." The God of Stories raised his other hand and gently covered the crystal, suppressing the light, and Frigga's shadow disappeared.

"This is the first time I see you being so sentimental, it's so funny." A faint voice suddenly sounded.

The God of Stories didn't seem surprised at all, and didn't even turn his head, and replied lightly, "When will the others arrive?"

"Oh, it's back to this look again, so boring." The voice gradually approached and stood side by side with him. It turned out to be one of the five great gods of creation, Death!

Behind Him, there was a hazy shadow, this shadow was burly, but confused, with a blank face.

"You are so ruthless, watching the people you care about most die in front of you again and again." Death looked at the crystal in the hands of the God of Stories with a smile.

The God of Stories glanced at the phantom calmly and said sarcastically, "Compared to me, you are truly ruthless!"

"It's just a toy anyway." Death laughed, turned around and hooked the phantom's chin with his index finger, tilted his head down, and kissed him passionately.

The phantom began to tremble violently, and the purple skin was about to break.

"Yes, it's just a toy!"