Old days in the box

Chapter 155 The super model that gathers death

The Sorrow of the World emitted violent golden lightning, bursting out with dazzling light like the sun, directly shaking Tain's stretched out hand away!

He was knocked down from the throne, and this extraordinary artifact that was famous for a while actually rejected him.

Taiyin raised his head and looked directly at the golden spear that shattered and floated from the glass cover.

The golden light emitted by the spear did not disappear, but turned into a sun ring, which continued to expand in front of his eyes, revealing a figure standing in it.

This man rides a burly war horse with eight legs, as if he is riding on wind and thunder, surrounded by clouds and mist. He is covered with dark gold armor of God, and arcs of golden electric light are wrapped around him. There is a serious look on his face. With the golden eyepatch, only one intact eye looks at Tain.

Odin, the father of the gods, turns out he has always been here.

Taiyin stood up again and angrily stared at the divine gaze from the divine realm to the human world, staring at his father, whom he had never met.

He has always known how to summon Odin's vision, so since he came to the throne, the first thing he did was to suppress the Odin Cult and seal the Hall of Mirrors from use again.

He hated everything about Odin and desperately wanted to stay away from him.

But now he is back here just because he needs the help of this supreme god king.

"Help me bring her soul back." Tai Yin clenched his fists.

"Is this a request to your father?" Odin's lips did not move, but his voice echoed in the hall of mirrors like a divine power.

"This is your fault, your sin!" Taiyin gritted his teeth like a lion with explosive hair and said to Odin: "My life can be affected by you, but she can't!"

"This is fate..." Odin replied slowly.

"That's because you are afraid! You are afraid of death, you are afraid of the end of all this! It is precisely because of your fear of fate that you have incurred today's sin!"

Tyin interrupted the god loudly, shouting hysterically.

The gorgeous and crystal hall of mirrors returned to silence. The main god Odin, standing in the golden cloud and electric mist, just looked at Tayin, his expression not changing for a moment.

Among all the demigod children left in the world by the gods, only Tain hated his own blood.

He spent his whole life doubting the meaning of his birth, trying to escape his bloodline and everything about Odin. He once thought that once he ascended the throne, he would have enough power to avoid him. However, as fate would have it, he still escaped after all. But the fate brought by his father.

"You must help me regain her soul." Taiyin looked directly at Odin with cold eyes.

"No, you are arrogant and arrogant, relying on your status as a demigod to blaspheme the gods who rule the world. If you were not my son, you would have been punished by the gods long ago, and your life would be worse than death."

"You overturned my faith in my country and emptied my church, and now you actually want me to help you?"

The voice of the Lord God echoed in the Hall of Mirrors, so cold that it was almost emotionless.

"You have never respected me in your life, and you have never acknowledged your bloodline. You have never even called me father. You are not worthy of the help of the gods."

With an unabashed refusal, the gods in the sky have decided not to lend a helping hand to Tayin and want to teach this arrogant mortal a small lesson.

A trace of astonishment flashed across Taiyin's face - he had thought that no matter what, at least Odin would be responsible for his own mistakes.

But the expression on his face soon turned back to endless resentment, like the despairing expression of someone who has lost everything.

"You will regret what you said today, I promise." Taiyin gritted his teeth and said word by word.

The golden cloud and electric mist began to retract and gradually dissipated in the gorgeous hall of mirrors. Odin did not respond to Taiyin and disappeared in front of the World War with golden light, like an illusion of mirror flowers and water moon.

Only Tain was left standing in the hall of mirrors. He was rejected by almost all the gods for a while, facing the empty hall blankly and at a loss.

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At the same time, Lao Maijili.

After Zhou Xiao went out, he quickly came to Lao Maiji where he and Brother Cun Tou met last time and sat down to wait for him to show up.

At around six o'clock, Brother Cun Tou appeared in a hurry from Lao Mai's Ji. He looked very busy. "Incun head, I've ordered a good meal for you over here." Zhou Xiao waved to him, and the two sat down to join together.

"What should I say? Don't we usually communicate directly on WeChat? Why do we have to meet and chat this time? The project is very difficult?" Brother Cun Tou asked as he sat down without being in a hurry to eat.

"It's not a matter of difficulty. The main thing is that I only have a preliminary concept. I'll discuss it with you." Zhou Xiao shrugged.

"Kun didn't work last time, right? I told you not to put too many styles into it, or you won't be able to handle it... OK, tell me, what do you think?" Brother Cun Tou took out a small notebook and prepared to write down the first words as usual. Fang’s outrageous request.

"I plan to make a particularly awesome dungeon BOSS. The background is that the BOSS's lover died, and he wants to resurrect her lover. I think we can start with the Frozen Throne." Zhou Xiao began to make up random things.

"The BOSS is crazy about love and uses the power to control life and death to destroy the world..." Brother Cun Tou listened and started writing notes seriously.

"Well, Cun Tou, actually you don't have to remember these things so carefully..."

"It's okay, I'm used to my profession, but the background setting of your BOSS has the power to save your lover and resurrect... Why do you feel like the King of Destruction? Want to devour the world with black mist?" Brother Cun Tou put forward his own opinion.

"The Ruined King? No, no, no, he doesn't want to destroy the world. We just want to give him the power to approximate the concept of resurrection." Zhou Xiao quickly explained.

"...A BOSS who doesn't want to destroy the world?"

"That's...okay, stop making excuses and just follow my rhythm, okay?"

"Okay, okay, you say it, you say it." Brother Cun Tou raised his hand in surrender, signaling for him to continue talking.

"My current thinking is that the Frozen Throne alone may not be enough. Let's see what else can be added."

"You want to say something to change the magic into it, right?"

Brother Cun Tou quickly understood what Zhou Xiao meant, and at the same time roughly described the appearance of Glacier Crown in his notes.

According to the stills of Warcraft 3, the Frozen Throne stands on the frozen wasteland of Northrend. It is a huge ice tower on a glacier, shaped like a crown that spirals upward.

The frozen container that imprisoned the Lich King Ner'zhul landed here, and through the Helm of Command he commanded thousands of undead and natural disasters, breaking the boundary between life and death.

The name of the Lich King is of course resounding enough, but the question is, is this power alone enough to counter Hela's power of death?Zhou Xiao is not sure.

According to his previous experience of "raising gu", the strength of a single force dragged in is limited, but if multiple different forces are mixed together to raise gu, the product that is born will be particularly powerful.

"The Black Pyramid of Nagash is the founder of all undead and vampires in Warhammer. When it comes to undead, this one is the most suitable."

Brother Cun Tou has begun to integrate into the ranks. Not only did he not complain, but he also started to correct Zhou Xiaomo in a serious manner.

Nagash is the first necromancer in the Warhammer world, the founder of undead magic. Later, he directly became the God of Death. He was simply the super mage who founded the sect.

The Black Pyramid is where Nagash figured out how to return the souls of the dead to their bodies, that is, undead magic. It not only contains countless undead magic, but is also a giant energy fortress.

"Okay! But how do you put the black pyramid in Glacier Crown?" Zhou Xiao patted his thigh.

"We can put the pyramid under the Frozen Throne and cover it with glaciers..." Brother Cun Tou started to draw it in his notebook very seriously, and drew the pyramid under the ice tower of the Frozen Throne.

After countless complaints, shock, and incomprehension, Brother Cun Tou finally joined Zhou Xiao, and the two were plotting how to magically modify this super version of the Frozen Throne.

"Look, I can even add some black mist from the Curse of Ruin." Brother Cuntou got interested and simply marked a large circle of black mist from the Shadow Island on the top of the Frozen Throne.

"Okay, okay, I think we can add another staircase to get in." Zhou Xiao also started brainstorming and suddenly had an idea.

"The Glacier Crown itself has stairs that lead all the way to the top of the throne."

"I don't mean the staircase, I mean the staircase of the sun."

Brother Cun Tou was stunned for a moment and found that he still couldn't keep up with this guy's thinking.

"...You mean, the Stairway to the Sun from Resident Evil? That's the Progenitor Virus?"

(End of this chapter)