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Chapter 194 Gun of Destiny

At the same time, Luna's eyes met Lu Yifang's. Without words, Lu Yifang had turned into a messenger of wind. He gracefully and firmly embraced Luna in his arms like a princess. The two figures galloped in the interweaving of light and shadow, chasing after Odin, leaving behind a string of silver bell-like laughter and the sound of wind.

However, fate always seems to like to play cruel jokes. When Odin finally arrived, the scene before him was as cold as ice - the cursed warrior's sinful sword tip had sunk deep into Frigga's gentle chest, and blood and ether light intertwined, blooming a heartbreaking splendor.

"No!!" Odin's roar shook the sky. His eyes were as red as torches. The golden divine power suddenly awakened from his body like a sleeping dragon, surging out like the power of chaos at the beginning of the universe, instantly swallowing up everything around him. Those cursed warriors and the dark elf king Malekith who had made the nine realms tremble were as fragile as ants in front of this power. They instantly turned into nothingness, leaving only a trace of blood mist to prove that they had existed.

Odin's power did not stop there. It was like an invisible storm, sweeping across Asgard at the speed of light. However, under his meticulous mental control, it gently bypassed every innocent Asgardian, tearing apart the invaders and their warships, turning them into dust. This scene was the ultimate power displayed by Odin, the Lord of the Nine Realms and the supreme God King, with his demigod body, which shocked people.

But Malekith's cunning was beyond imagination. Although his body was broken into pieces, a ray of black light flickered in the blood mist. He quietly escaped into the depths of the Dark Elves' main ship, intending to make a comeback. Odin's wise eyes penetrated the heavy fog and saw through it all. He raised a cold smile and whispered: "Grungnir, show yourself!"

Instantly, the void trembled, and a dazzling golden spear condensed out of thin air. It was the legendary spear of destiny - Kungunir. It was about two meters long, with ancient golden runes flowing on the spear body. Each rune carried the glory and sacrifice of countless battles. The evil spirit surrounding it almost condensed into substance, making people dare not look directly at it. This spear was once the sharp blade that Odin used to conquer the nine realms. Now it has been awakened again, just to punish the ultimate evil.

Odin held Kungunir tightly, with a resolute light flashing in his eyes. He knew that this battle was far from over. Kungunir, as a weapon of the law of cause and effect, once locked, no matter where Malekith fled, he would not be able to escape the judgment of fate. At this moment, the future of Asgard seemed to have been foreshadowed by the edge of this spear. At the edge of the abyss forgotten by the stars, the boundary between the soul and the body became blurred and fragile, as if a slight touch would turn it into nothingness and merge into the eternal darkness. This is not just a legendary curse, but also the embodiment of endless fear for Malekith, the king of the dark elves who once caused the father of the god of light to fall.

However, at the moment when the abyss of despair was about to swallow everything, Odin, the Lord of the Nine Realms, with his supreme will, concentrated all his divine power on the tip of Gungnir, the Spear of Destiny. The light was as bright as the rising sun, but it contained the power to destroy everything. There was both determination and struggle in his eyes, because this blow was not only a judgment on Malekith, but also a challenge to the limit of his own vitality.

At this critical moment, a weak figure, Frigga, Odin's beloved partner, desperately rushed to the gun of fate that was about to fall from her hand. Although her movements were slow, they were as precise as if time had stopped. With her last vitality, she tightly grasped the cold gun that could rewrite fate. At this moment, the power of love and sacrifice moved Gungnir, who even the gods trembled with.

"Frigga, my love, let go. Your life is more precious than any battle." Odin's voice was full of pain and reluctance, but he finally withdrew the blow that was enough to shake the Nine Realms, allowing Malekith and his fleet to disappear in the crack of space, leaving behind a complex silence.

At this moment, a woman in a moonlight robe, Luna, slowly stepped into the tense atmosphere. Her eyes were deep, as if she could see through the mysteries of life. "Your Majesty, let me do it. I may be able to find a glimmer of hope for the curse of the dark elves." Luna's words were like a spring breeze, bringing a hint of hope that was not easily perceived.

Heimdall, the loyal watcher, followed closely behind, his voice filled with worry: "Your Majesty, the threat of the dark elves has not really been resolved. How should we deal with future storms?"

Odin turned around, the golden power burning in his eyes, as if it could illuminate the deepest darkness. He tightly grasped the Spear of Destiny, his aura was like a rainbow, as if he had returned to the glorious era when he swept across the nine realms and was fearless. "Reorganize the army and prepare to meet any challenge! We must stop the war with war, and use our courage and wisdom to protect every life on this land!" His voice resounded through the sky, and every word was filled with unshakable determination.

Thor, the son of Thunder, rushed to the scene in a panic, his eyes filled with concern for his mother's safety. "Miss Witch, please tell me, can my mother be saved?" His voice was trembling, but it also revealed an unquestionable firmness.