blogombal Chapter 525 Liberation!!
Chapter 525 Liberation!!
The biting cold wind roared like a mad beast across the vast snowfield, blowing up thousands of piles of snow.
Like layers of huge white waves, rushing towards all directions.
It seemed as if there was only the monotonous white color and the whistling wind left between heaven and earth, a vast and lonely scene.
"Then..." Teren was about to agree to Loki's proposal.
His slightly parted lips seemed about to reveal a decision that would affect the fate of everyone.
As a result, behind him, as if a thunder had exploded in the plain, a hoarse roar came: "Stop!!!"
This roar seemed to contain endless anger and power, abruptly breaking the silence of the snowy plain.
It seems to be able to penetrate the heavy snow and reach deep into people's hearts.
Tren looked in the direction of the sound and saw Scar, who had hurried all the way here, running towards him halfway up the snowy field.
His figure was slightly hunched, but he still tried to straighten his back in the snow, half-bending his body, and every step he took raised large flakes of snow.
It is as if it is fighting a difficult battle with this harsh natural environment.
"No, I can't..." He breathed heavily, and the white breath he exhaled instantly condensed in the cold air, like a group of misty clouds.
His eyes were fixed on Tren, and his gaze was like two sharp daggers, as if they could see through Tren, and as if they were warning him not to act rashly.
He saw that Teren had stopped and turned his gaze to look at him. He had no intention of stopping and was struggling with his cane.
The crutch was deeply embedded in the snow, and it took all my strength to pull it out.
He walked step by step, like a determined traveler through the wind and snow, until he came to Teren.
Then, he raised his head slightly, glanced at Teren, and then turned his gaze to Loki who was trapped there.
The anger in his eyes seemed to be ignited in an instant and burned fiercely.
"You guy..." Scar's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying with it the resentment that had been suppressed for a long time.
"Old thing..." Loki seemed to sense Scar's presence.
His instinct, as sharp as that of a wild animal, allowed him to instantly sense the approach of danger.
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining an arc full of contempt, and that smile was like a gust of cold wind in the cold winter.
There is no warmth at all, which makes people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.
"You are not dead yet! You are really alive." His tone was full of contempt, as if he was looking down on an insignificant ant, and he did not take Scar seriously at all.
"There's no way I'll let go and leave as long as you, this rebellious beast, are still alive." Scar shouted coldly, as if he was completely enraged by Loki's attitude.
His voice was like a huge bell, echoing in the empty snowfield, causing the surrounding snow to fall down, as if cheering for his anger.
"Hey, hey, hey! Old man Scar, I am your student after all!" Loki suddenly changed his tone, as if he had instantly transformed from a cold-blooded villain into a child who had suffered a grievance.
His voice was choked with sobs, and his eyes seemed to be slightly red. He looked completely genuine and there was no sign of falsehood.
"You could have touched my head and said that the burden of Elbaf would fall on my shoulders.
I still remember the soft words and gentle tone at that time!
You are like this now... I, your student, am so sad!" As he spoke, he pretended to shed a tear, as if he was really suffering from great heartache.
"Is this what you are good at, Loki?" Scar frowned, as if looking at a strange yet familiar monster.
"You first deceived me, and then deceived King Harald, your father!
You...you..." Perhaps because of the fact that he had once been so proud but had now fallen to this state, Scar's emotions became agitated like an uncontrollable flood.
He stretched out his trembling finger, which was like a dry branch in the wind, pointing straight at Loki.
"Do you really want to be the so-called 'Sun God'?!
Bastard!!!" His roar seemed to shatter the snowfield, and tears welled up in his eyes.
His disappointment in Loki and his memories of the past were mixed together at this moment, making him feel as if he had fallen into an abyss of pain.
The howling cold wind raged more and more fiercely in the depths of the underworld, as if it was going to completely devour all the warmth and hope in the world.
Scar's questions, filled with anger and pain, were like sharp whips, lashing the air fiercely.
Loki seemed not to have heard anything. He stood there quietly with his head lowered, making it impossible to see the expression on his face.
For a moment, the only sound was the wind whistling in my ears, as if filling the suffocating silence.
After a long time, Loki slowly raised his head. His eyes hidden under the white cloth seemed to have passed through the fog of time and space and fell into deep memories.
He did not answer Scar's question immediately, but just pondered quietly for a while. The atmosphere around him seemed to become more solemn with his silence, as if even the air had solidified.
It was not until a long time later that he murmured again: “The last time you came to see me was because you wanted to use my ability to deceive Yalulu that his brother Yolulu was still alive.
Come to think of it, it’s been decades!
I didn't expect that when I see you again, you have become so old. "
His voice seemed to come from the distant past, carrying with it a hint of emotion, a sigh, and also seemed to conceal a barely perceptible loneliness.
"And your ambition has not diminished in the slightest." Scar stood opposite with an expressionless face. His figure seemed even more resolute in the dim light, like an unshakable mountain.
Although his heart was already in turmoil, his tone remained calm, but beneath this calmness, he concealed his deep disappointment and heartache towards Loki.
"Ambition?" Loki's body shook violently as if he had been struck by lightning.
Then an extremely absurd smile appeared on his face, as if he had heard some huge joke.
"Is that ambition on Joey Boy? We clearly have this power but we are hiding it... You are the ones with the real ambition!"
His voice suddenly rose, like the roar of an angry lion, echoing in the empty space of the underworld.
The walls rustled, as if trying to vent out all the anger in his heart.
"That doesn't belong to you!" Scar did not flinch. His eyes were like two sharp daggers, piercing straight at Loki.
His tone was firm and unquestionable, as if he was guarding some sacred and inviolable truth.
"Who does that belong to?!" Loki seemed to be completely enraged, veins bulged on his forehead, and he shouted at Scar.
The sound seemed to be able to break through the darkness of the underworld and reach the sky.
“Joey Boy is his own?
Isn't this how you define him?
If the Sun God can really liberate everything, then the person who possesses the ability is the Sun God!
Isn’t it?!” He said this while waving his hands, as if declaring war on this dark world, and as if he was fighting for his own “truth”.
"This is fallacy. You are simply deceived and blinded by your own ambition!" Scar's brows were tightly furrowed, as if looking at a crazy stranger.
"Hahahaha!" Loki seemed to have heard the funniest thing in the world.
He threw his head back and laughed, his laughter sounded like the cry of a night owl, and it was particularly harsh in this gloomy underworld.
"Just because the hero didn't draw his holy sword, does that mean he's not a hero?!
The holy sword has never been a proof of the brave, but the brave has given it meaning!
In the hands of an evil person, it is a sharp blade that kills people; in the hands of a mediocre person, it is a useless collection; in the hands of a good person, it is a tool to save the world!
The sun god can be anyone! ! " Loki's words were like a sharp lightning, breaking the long-standing silence of the underworld.
Just as Loki finished his words, an extremely clear voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, echoing throughout the entire space.
That was the sound of chains breaking, as if announcing the breaking of some kind of confinement and the beginning of a new life.
And as the first sound rang out, the others responded like echoes, as if a grand symphony was being played.
The voice seemed to have magical power, which shocked everyone present, as if they were about to witness an earth-shaking change.