#483 - Chapter 483 Loki Under Siege
Loki looked at the giants rushing towards him and was filled with confusion.
He had thought his fellow giants would be united by his encouragement and launch an attack on outsiders, but instead, they were charging at him with indescribable emotions in their eyes.
He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "I was encouraging you to fight outsiders, so why are you coming at me instead?"
He felt a faint sense of unease; the scene before him was completely contrary to what he had expected.
The giants' angry roars were deafening, like a storm about to break.
They brandished their weapons, their movements crude and powerful, their footsteps like thunder shaking the earth, forcing Loki to retreat.
"Do they prioritize me over those invading outsiders?" A chill ran down Loki's spine.
He had never imagined that he, a prince betrayed by his father, would provoke such intense hostility in the hearts of the giants.
Their eyes revealed not only anger but also deep-seated fear and hatred.
At this moment, his status as a prince had become an insurmountable barrier between him and his people.
"Stop!"
He shouted, his voice echoing across the battlefield, but it was drowned out by angry cries.
"Charge!!!"
The giants didn't stop; instead, they became even more agitated, seemingly deaf to his calls.
Loki's heart tightened as anger and disappointment intertwined, almost overwhelming him.
All he wanted was to gain power and reach the pinnacle of the world.
Was he wrong?
He didn't think so; this world had always been about power.
Yet now, he had become the target of everyone's animosity.
"Eat my axe!!!"
A giant suddenly raised his giant axe and chopped it down towards Loki.
Loki subconsciously retreated, his mind in chaos, "Isn't it good to be alive? Wouldn't it be great to reach the peak under my leadership?"
"Why do you have to oppose me?"
He felt a pang of bitterness, but his body reacted on instinct, dodging sideways.
"Are you really going to treat me like this?"
Loki asked weakly, his eyes flashing with confusion and disappointment.
He tried to find understanding in the giants' faces, but all he received were angry and hostile stares.
Everyone's face was filled with pain he couldn't understand, as if they were locking him firmly into the darkness of the past.
Just then, another huge figure rushed over, an elder giant, who shouted in a deep voice, "You are our prince, but why did you bear the crime of killing the king! You must pay the price for what you have done!"
These words were like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into Loki's heart.
"I just wanted to become stronger, what was wrong with that!" Loki's voice trembled, the anger and grievance in his heart surging like a tide.
He knew that even if he said more, he could not change their prejudice and anger.
His past had become an indelible shadow.
As the giants approached, Loki felt an invisible pressure like a mountain pressing down on his shoulders.
He knew that if he didn't fight back soon, he would be in dire straits.
He took a deep breath, forced himself to concentrate, and his eyes flashed with a firm light.
He needed to find a way out, not only for himself but also to allow every life on this land to realize its due value.
He must not let this misunderstanding continue.
Facing the giants rushing towards him, Loki's eyes flashed with a compassionate look, as if a high-ranking god was overlooking ignorant beings.
However, this look of pity was in stark contrast to his fierce attack.
The warhammer in his hand flashed with a cold light, each swing carrying unparalleled power, as if to crush everything in front of him.
"Foolish fellows, I'm doing this to make Elbaf stronger!"
He roared in a low voice, the sound echoing across the battlefield like an ancient roar.
"Rumble..."
The gale brought about by the warhammer stirred the surrounding air, as if even heaven and earth were trembling for his anger.
"For a brat, you are so shameless that we are ashamed to be with you!"
The giants' momentum of encirclement and suppression did not diminish, but every compatriot who dared to approach was crushed under his hammer.
Loki's eyes grew colder, but a sense of inexplicable desolation rose in his heart.
"So what if I killed the king? It was an inevitable price for me to become stronger."
He murmured to himself in a persuasive tone, suppressing the faint unease in the depths of his heart.
He was unwilling to admit whether he had ever questioned the legitimacy of killing his father and seizing the throne in the dead of night.
He preferred to believe that his actions were impeccable, believing that only the strong could dominate this world.
On the battlefield, the bloody smell became more intense, and the giants' roars rose one after another.
Loki's attacks were still sharp, each swing of the hammer was merciless, and the sound of bones shattering rose and fell.
His movements were swift and fierce, his steps light and steady, and his figure was like a violent dragon wreaking havoc on the battlefield.
And those who once admired him had now become the victims of his indifferent attacks.
"You all don't understand!" He roared as he fought, his voice filled with a mixture of ridicule and despair, "What Elbaf needs is a king who can lead us to victory, not a weakling who only follows ancient rules!"
His roaring voice seemed to tear the sky apart, filled with unquestionable arrogance and confidence.
His words were like flames, igniting the fire of anger in the giants' hearts.
Their offensive became more and more violent, each blow carrying endless hatred and resentment.
Loki ignored these angry gazes, and instead, he became braver and braver as he fought. The warhammer in his hand swung like a gust of wind and rain, constantly repelling the giants who rushed up.
His figure was gradually stained red with blood, but his eyes were still cold and unwavering.
At this moment, Loki, although shouting about pity and righteousness, mercilessly pushed the giants into a desperate situation.
His expression was compassionate, but there was only cold killing intent in those cold eyes.
He was not fighting for Elbaf, but for his own ambition and pride.
He knew in his heart that there was absolutely no turning back on this road to the strong paved with blood.
Loki's warhammer was raised high, with the whistling sound of tearing the air, and smashed towards a giant rushing towards him.
"Bang!!!"
The hammer head slammed into the opponent's chest, bursting out a chilling muffled sound. The giant's burly body flew out instantly and slammed heavily on the ground, raising a large amount of dust and gravel.
"Brothers, don't blame me for being ruthless, I'm doing this for your own good." Loki wiped the blood from the hammer handle and chuckled.
"Loki!!!"
The surrounding giants became even more angry when they saw this. Their eyes were burning with the flames of revenge, and they howled and pounced on Loki.
Huge fists and weapons came one after another, and Loki seemed to be in a storm.
But his movements were extremely agile, each dodge was just right, and his figure was still able to handle the giants' siege with ease, like a agile water snake, both swift and elusive.
He suddenly turned around, swung his warhammer and swept across, smashing a giant who was trying to sneak attack him, and the crisp sound of bone cracking came from his ear.
The giant screamed and fell to the ground with a bang, and the huge body shook the ground slightly.
During the battle, Loki felt that every movement of his contained great power.
Although his body was soaked in blood and his breath was slightly rapid, the pleasure of fighting was getting stronger and stronger.
Every swing of his warhammer carried the force of thunder, like a heavenly god descending, unstoppable.
The surrounding giants approached again and again and were repelled by him again and again. Angry roars and fighting howls filled the entire battlefield.
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