In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

"I advise you to make a decision sooner rather than later, otherwise Frey and Tyr won't be able to hold on." Loki pointed to Ares and Sun God, who were fighting Scáthach. These two gods, whose strength had been greatly weakened, were showing signs of being defeated under the increasingly fierce offensive of the Queen of the Land of Shadows.

Thor clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, saying, "If you dare to lie to me again this time, I'll twist your head off!"

After saying that, he picked up his divine hammer and rushed towards the battlefield to assist Frey and Tyr's resistance Scáthach in their offensive.

"Why are you the only one here? Where's Loki?" Tyr asked, frowning slightly.

“He said he had a way to break the deadlock, but he needed us to buy him time.” Thor swung his hammer, trying to deflect Scáthach’s spear, but his strength had been weakened by the Death Realm to almost nothing. Not only did he fail, but he also had his shoulder pierced through.

Freya, who was standing nearby, quickly cast a healing spell on Thor. She was not a god who was good at fighting, so she could only buff the three main gods from the side.

The sun god Frey glanced back and saw a huge and complex magic circle floating beneath Loki's feet. It was a magic circle he had never seen before, but judging from the slightly distorted void around it, the magic circle was definitely powerful.

"Now that things have come to this, we have no choice but to trust him." He sighed softly, picked up his sword, and went to meet Scáthach.

Ten minutes later, a battered and bruised Thor roared at Loki, "How much longer?!"

"Almost there, just hang in there a little longer!"

Half an hour later, Thor, completely covered in blood, roared again, "Is it done yet?!"

"It'll be ready soon! It'll be ready soon!"

An hour later, all four main gods, including Freya, were completely exhausted and were flung away by Scáthach's spear, creating four large craters in the ground.

Thor no longer had the strength to lift his hammer. He struggled to raise his head and looked at Loki in mid-air: "Aren't you fucking done yet?"

"Ah, all done."

Loki smiled, snapped his fingers, and four jet-black tentacles instantly emerged from the magic circle, binding the four main gods.

These tentacles continuously draw power from the gods, causing Thor and other gods to appear increasingly weak.

On the contrary, Loki's momentum was rising like a rocket.

"Loki, what are you doing?!" Thor roared.

Tyr, the God of War, seemed to have anticipated this scene, his expression remaining unchanged: "You are still the same as before, Loki."

The sun god Frey sighed, feeling deeply ashamed of the little bit of trust he had just given.

As for Freya... the weakest of the gods, she didn't even have the strength to rebuke Loki at this moment, and lay there stiffly like a salted fish.

"Since you're all useless now, you might as well hand over your power to me. At least that way, the chances of success will be higher. Don't worry, I will carry on your legacy," Loki said with a smile.

"Loki! You wait! If I ever see you again, I'll smash your head in the first place!" Thor roared, his figure turning into countless points of light and dissipating.

The other three main gods also quickly disappeared, their power flowing into Loki's body through his tentacles, causing the latter to suddenly unleash an aura as heavy as a mountain.

Loki clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within him, and nodded in satisfaction: "Finally, I've found that feeling again."

He turned to look at the Queen of the Dead not far away: "I thought you would stop me."

"Whether it's one or four, it makes no difference to me," Scáthach said calmly.

Loki stroked his chin thoughtfully: "That's true. Anyway, as long as you're in this field, even Odin himself might not be your match, let alone a little god of fire like me. And you're actually quite happy to see me do this, aren't you? From dealing with four to dealing with one, the workload has been reduced significantly."

Scáthach neither confirmed nor denied it, but simply raised Gaye Borg in her hand, preparing to attack Loki.

“However…” Loki’s lips suddenly curled into a charming smile, “Are you really planning to do this?”

He reached out his palm to the side, and a man covered in wounds and unconscious appeared in his hand.

Scáthach's pupils suddenly contracted, and she abruptly stopped in her tracks.

"Looks like I guessed right. This guy named Cú Chulainn must have a special meaning to you, right?"

Loki gently patted Cú Chulainn's face, then turned to Scáthach with an innocent smile.

"In that case, how about we discuss some terms?"

Chapter Fifty: Are you courting death?

This guy... Scáthach gripped her spear tightly, her beautiful face as still as water. Her heart, which had gradually become numb under the long years, was now filled with boundless rage.

"...What are the conditions?"

“First, dispel this barrier.” Loki smiled and held up two fingers. “Second, accept my seal.”

“Do you take me for a three-year-old, Loki?” Scáthach said, her face as cold as ice.

Accept the seal? If she really agreed, it would be tantamount to giving up the only bargaining chip that could pose a threat to Loki. In that case, her own and Cú Chulainn's fate would completely fall into the hands of this infamous evil god.

Judging from his act of betraying the four main gods without hesitation, he is a cold-hearted person by nature. If you fall into his hands, how can you expect to have a good ending?

How could she possibly agree to something so absurd!

"Oh? So you're not going to agree?"

puff!

Loki's hand pierced through Cú Chulainn's heart in an instant, and thick blood dripped down like a stream.

The intense pain instantly brought Cú Chulainn back to his senses; his face was contorted in agony, and he uttered painful groans.

"you!"

Scáthach, like a dragon whose scales have been touched, instantly had her wise eyes filled with rage. Vast magical energy surged and swept in all directions like a whirlwind, her deep purple hair dancing wildly like a swarm of snakes.

"Don't worry, don't worry. For the undead, the heart isn't a fatal wound. You should know that better than I do." Loki wore a harmless smile and pointed to his temple with another finger. "Only here is the undead's true weakness."

"If you dare kill him, be prepared to be suppressed in the lowest level of the Shadow Kingdom for the rest of your life. A dungeon forever dark and sunless, without air, without life, without time, nothing but utter 'nothingness'. How long do you think you can endure in such an environment?" Scáthach's voice was chilling to the bone; clearly, she was utterly enraged by Loki's actions.

"Wow, that sounds terrifying. The lowest level of hell, just hearing about it sends chills down my spine."

Loki looked at Scáthach, a strange smile suddenly appearing on his face.

"But I'm quite curious to see what it's like there,"

“You bastard…” Scáthach gripped her spear tightly, her teeth clenched. The wisdom from the Demon Realm was telling her that this guy wasn’t bluffing!

This madman isn't afraid of her threats at all!

"It seems you don't know me very well. Queen of the Land of Shadows, no matter what, I was a participant in Ragnarok. You don't really think that someone who can do something like that can be called a normal 'god', do you?"

Loki grinned maniacally, his crimson eyes gleaming with madness. He thrust his hand in and out of Cú Chulainn's heart with a series of sharp, forceful strokes, squeezing out large amounts of blood. "Come on," he said, "let's make a bet. Use this undead's life to trade for mine. That should be a very good deal for you, right? After all, I am a god, you know. Trading my life for this undead's life is a huge win for you."

"Come on, hurry up, do it already! There's nothing to hesitate about, is there? After living this long, you don't still have those ridiculous emotions, do you? Sacrificing yourself for a mere undead is something only the most foolish person in the world would do, right? Besides, I'm a notorious evil god, and if you fall into my hands, your fate will be very miserable. Come on, raise your gun, unleash your rage, slaughter me, torture me, do whatever you want..."

"Shut up!" Scáthach snapped, her phoenix eyes fixed on Loki with utter disgust. "You are truly the most filthy god I have ever seen, no, I should say the most vile being. The stench emanating from your spirit is even more foul than a corpse. I have never even seen a being more filthy than you."

"Ha, thank you for the compliment," Loki said with a smile.

"I'm giving you one last chance. Put him down, and I can guarantee your safe departure from the Land of Shadows. Swear to the Counter Force in the name of the Queen of the Land of Shadows," Scáthach said coldly.

Beings of her caliber have always been a primary focus of the Counter Force. If she truly makes such a vow, it means she must abide by it; otherwise, the Counter Force will undoubtedly inflict extremely cruel punishment upon her.

"Hehe...hehe...haha...hahahahaha!!!"

Loki suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, laughing so hard he could barely breathe: "What? How can someone like you exist in this world? You call me filthy and disgusting, but aren't you a hopelessly twisted freak yourself? Honestly, you're so disgusting, I'm about to throw up!"

The maniacal laughter abruptly stopped, replaced by a calm voice as undisturbed as a still lake.

"So, let me correct your mistake."

Loki coldly raised his other hand and thrust it toward Cú Chulainn's head without hesitation.

"stop!"

The whirlpool vanished instantly, and the upside-down castle gradually disappeared like a mirage in the water.

The crimson magic spear fell from mid-air and pierced straight into the ground.

"Let him go, and I... will grant your request."

Loki stared at Scáthach expressionlessly, then raised his hand and sent a magical rune flying out, merging into Scáthach's body and completely severing her connection with the Land of Shadows.

Scáthach did not take any action to resist; she simply lowered her head, making it impossible to see the expression on her face.

"...Despite possessing such immense power and having lived through such a long period of time, he still cannot sever the ties to the mortal world, preferring to twist and close off his heart rather than confront those dark and sinister thoughts..." Loki lowered his head slightly, his messy hair obscuring his eyes.

"Hmph hehehe hahahahahahahahaha!!!!"

He burst into laughter again, his face twisted and ferocious, his greedy eyes licking every inch of Scáthach's skin, like a ravenous beast wishing it could devour her whole.

"Fantastic! Scáthach! You are the most perfect body I have ever seen!"

"Restraint, caution, and patience; willing to compromise oneself for those one cherishes, even without being understood. Using the human spirit to resist the heavy burden accumulated over time, even when finding oneself sliding step by step into the abyss, only thinking of ending it all through self-destruction."

"So twisted, so corrupt, unforgivable, unforgivable... You could have gotten everything just by letting go, you could have found liberation just by indulging... Ah, I really want to see it, to watch you unleash your desires, to watch you abandon all conscience, to watch you fall into the abyss amidst your desperate cries... Ah, just imagining that scene makes me feel like I'm about to die of pleasure!"

Loki's face flushed with excitement, and his expression became frenzied.

But then, a cold voice suddenly came from behind him:

Are you looking for death?

Chapter Fifty-One: A Masterful Shot!

puff! !

A black gunshot flashed through the air like lightning, followed by a spray of crimson blood and a severed arm shooting into the sky.

"what--!!"

Loki clutched his severed arm, his expression contorted.

A whip kick ripped through the air and slammed into his abdomen, sending Loki flying backwards towards the ground with a visible shockwave, creating a huge crater and kicking up clouds of dust.

"Hey, you little rascal, you've finally arrived..." The weak-looking Cú Chulainn turned his head to look at Anaun, who was supporting him, and forced a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Stop smiling if it looks so ugly, I'll treat you right away."

Anan landed Cú Chulainn on the ground, carefully placing him on a boulder. He then switched the Black Abyss in his hand to a white flower, piercing Cú Chulainn's body to heal his injuries.

About two or three minutes later, Cú Chulainn was restored to his full condition.

He stood up, stretched, and looked at Yanan in surprise: "Although I don't know where you got this kind of trick, thanks anyway. If you had come any later, I might have really been done for."

"You don't actually think I arrived just in time, do you?" Yanan rolled his eyes and pointed at Scáthach, who had somehow landed nearby. "If it weren't for Mother buying time, you would have died a thousand times over."

"Delaying time?" Cú Chulainn blinked, glanced at Anahn, then at Scáthach, and hesitated for a moment before saying, "You mean, you two had already contacted each other before?"

"Aren't you just talking nonsense?" Yanan said irritably.