From Hokage to Visionary

Looking at Odin, who was completely stunned, with empty eyes, like a puppet with its strings cut, Uchiha Sogetsu fell into deep thought.

Isn't it a bit too much?

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 338 Do you like it? A dream specially prepared for you!

On the ruins of the collapsed and shattered viaduct stands a lofty god.

The dark golden armor glowed with lightning, and in his hand was the legendary divine spear Gungnir, which was forged by the World Tree and would never fail!

Uchiha Sogetsu looked at Odin and slowly took off his mask.

Sure enough, the face hidden under that cold iron mask was not the real 'Odin', but a middle-aged man with handsome features, and he looked somewhat similar to the unconscious Chu Zihang over there.

"Chu Tianjiao"

Uchiha Sogetsu slowly read out the name of the middle-aged man in front of him.

Odin was so cunning that he naturally could not act with his real body before figuring out the 'real hidden guy', so he made Chu Tianjiao into his substitute.

"But unfortunately, this trick doesn't work on the 'audience'."

Uchiha Sogetsu chuckled lightly, then directly separated out a consciousness and infiltrated into Chu Tianjiao's consciousness.

No matter how deeply Odin hides, if he wants to control a "puppet", there must be some connection between the two, and the audience is best at discovering those hidden connections.

With a wave of his hand, he opened the door to Chu Tianjiao's mind and body and arrived at the island of consciousness.

Gray stairs appeared one after another. That was the 'road' leading to the island of consciousness. Uchiha Sogetsu stepped onto the stairs and swept his light golden eyes around. As expected, he found a transparent channel for 'control' on Chu Tianjiao's island of consciousness. This was exactly the way Odin used to control puppets.

Uchiha Sogetsu flashed and followed the transparent passage to find another island of consciousness hidden in the distance.

That is, Odin's true self!

"Found you, Odin."

Uchiha Sogetsu raised the corner of his lips slightly, and sneered: "You have always been the one manipulating the fate of others, why don't you also taste the feeling of having your own fate manipulated."

The space 'Nibelung' created by alchemy collapsed and shattered in the violent vibration.

It's like a mirror covered with cracks, and then as it shatters, it peels off and falls apart piece by piece, to be replaced by another scene that does not belong to this planet at all.

When Odin came to his senses, he found that he was standing in the ruins of a collapsed ancient city, with a deep and quiet lake in front of him.

"Why am I here?"

Odin was stunned for half a second, his memory seemed to be disordered and his mind was in chaos.

He had no idea what had happened, and didn't know why he suddenly appeared in such a strange place.

After trying it once, Odin gave up and looked around at the ruins of the city in front of him.

It has nothing in common with any civilization known in the mind. The huge twisted corridors and the lines that seem to be a blasphemy to geometry are all filled with an extremely disturbing, ominous, strange and weird style!

As if sensing something was wrong, He looked up at the night sky.

Odin's pupils suddenly shrank at the sight, and he was surprised to find that the positions of the stars had changed significantly. A huge star that looked like the moon was moving slowly in the night sky, leaving a clear track and casting a huge shadow on the lake.

At this moment, ripples appeared in the quiet and deep lake, as if something was floating to the surface.

Odin subconsciously gripped Gungnir tightly. The power and authority from the Dragon King gave him enough confidence. Lightning flashed on the dark golden armor, as if it had been coated with a faint golden glow. Flames burst out and burned on the cold iron surface, staring at the center of the lake.

Soon, a huge whirlpool appeared in the center of the lake, which was rippling with layers of ripples, as if a whale was swallowing something.

The vortex rolled up the turbulent water, making a sound of rushing water crashing on the shore of this strange and bizarre ruin. With the help of the strange light cast by the moon, Odin noticed a gradually enlarging dark shadow in the vortex, and immediately increased his mental strength to the extreme.

A dark shadow, as if condensed with all inhuman fear, emerged from the whirlpool in the center of the lake.

What a huge creature it was! The head that emerged from the water alone was enough to be compared to a hill of dozens of meters. It had a vague human outline, but had an octopus-like head with many ugly tentacles, a bloated and fat gelatinous body covered with dense scales.

The huge body staggered and walked out of the turbulent whirlpool step by step, like a mountain walking between heaven and earth.

Odin was stunned, looking at the huge "monster" that was like a mountain. Even the hand holding Gungnir began to tremble uncontrollably.

What on earth is that thing?!

Does such a thing really exist in this world?

At the same time, numerous corpses suddenly appeared in the dilapidated ruins. They were wearing layers of torn and tattered yellow robes, and their bodies were skinny. They looked like they had been dead for countless years but had been awakened. Each of them was very clumsy, relying on the ugly tentacles under the hem of their robes to move.

Strange songs came out from the mouths of those strange people in yellow robes, as if they were singing, celebrating, and welcoming the return of that great being.

"The twin suns sink into the lake

The long shadow falls

Carcosa

The Wonderful Night When the Black Star Rises

The wonderful moon that moves in the night

But what is even more amazing is that

Lost Carcosa

The song of Hyades is not heard by anyone

The king's tattered clothes fluttered in the wind

The song faded away silently there

Dark Carcosa

My soul can no longer sing

My songs are like tears that no longer flow

There is only dryness and silence

The Lost Carcosa

The ballad reached Odin's ears, making him feel extremely harsh and irritated.

“He” brandished the pitch-black spiral spear like a madman. Countless dazzling meteors burst forth, accompanied by roaring thunders. “Ahhhhh. Die. All of you, die!”

Rumble!

As the air currents rolled, scorching lightning pierced through the surrounding yellow-robed monsters.

The violent thunder raged and the meteors were unstoppable, instantly tearing the yellow-robed monsters into pieces. The incomparable terrifying power directly cleared the surroundings.

After venting, the situation did not improve at all. Odin felt more and more headache, as if he was being torn apart. No matter how hard he tried, the image of the huge "monster" as big as a mountain was deeply imprinted in his mind and could not be erased. It was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, gnawing at his sanity.

Suddenly, fierce and violent thoughts filled Odin's mind.

He suddenly stretched out his arms, allowing unparalleled strength to flow through his body. His powerful right arm rose to the sky, tightly gripping the pitch-black spiral spear. Threads of fate locked onto the monster's head that was like a mountain and had ugly tentacles.

Immediately, the airflow and strong wind were gathered at one point and thrown out.

Boom! ! !

Bursts of thunder rumbled above the ruins, like a flash of lightning cutting through the night sky.

Faster than a sonic boom or even the speed of light, wherever the pitch-black spiral gun passed, there was an aura of desolation and death, and it seemed as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was breaking apart.

Snapped!

This is the sound of fate collapsing.

The Gungnir, the divine spear that symbolizes destiny, was easily knocked down by the monster with the ugly tentacle head like a toy.

The power and authority of the "Dragon King" are simply childish and ridiculous in front of that terrifying existence!

The monster, whose body was as big as a mountain and whose head had ugly tentacles, stared at the shocked Odin on the shore with two huge scarlet pupils. A low and blasphemous hoarse voice came out from its squirming mouth covered with mucus. Its violent mental power was like a tsunami, instantly swallowing up His will and thoughts.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 339: Visit Zaratul and Give Him a Gift: The King in Yellow

"what--!!!"

In a luxurious hotel somewhere in Europe, on a soft and comfortable luxury bed, the man suddenly woke up from his dream.

Beads of sweat as big as beans flowed down from that well-defined profile like rain. The shoulder-length golden hair was wet and stuck to the face in a messy manner. The pair of sea-blue eyes seemed still unable to escape from the fear in the dream and were trembling clearly, revealing deep fear.

The open neckline of the soft milky white pajamas reveals his perfectly shaped chest muscles. It can be seen that the man has an excellent figure that even those fashion supermodels cannot compare with.

The innate noble temperament makes a man unique, as if he is the master of the world, with unruly elegance.

However, at this moment, this man with aristocratic temperament looked panicked and terrified.

It was not until the smell of incense beside the bed that the man slowly came back to his senses from the horrific scene in his dream, gasping for breath.

"Honey, what's wrong?" The woman lying next to the man was also awakened from her dream by the sudden scream. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at the man next to her with an almost perfect face and figure. She asked, "You are sweating so much. Did you have a nightmare?"

The man was silent for a moment, then slowly stood up in his pajamas and said calmly, "We are done, you can go back."

"Ah?" The woman was obviously stunned for half a second after hearing this. She looked out the window hesitantly and said, "But it's still raining outside, dear."

The man came to the window, took out a cigar from the iron box, cut off the end, lit it elegantly and put it to his lips.

Through the huge French window, the sea-blue eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the thundering weather outside, exhaling a puff of smoke, the man slowly said: "I know, dear Venus, but our relationship is over, you will get what you want when you go back."

"Thank you very much, Mr. McCarron."

The woman was not stupid, she was even smart. After hearing the answer she wanted, she smiled and got up from the bed: "It's an honor to spend the night with you. If you need anything, you can always find me."

The woman bent down to pick up the messy clothes on the floor, and then, without caring at all about the seductive, thin, even somewhat translucent sexy pajamas, she walked out of the room with her long legs and light steps.

Outside the door, someone had been waiting for a long time and escorted the woman away.

In the empty luxurious room, McAllen was alone, looking out the window in deep thought for a long time, then returned to the living room and took out a bottle of vodka from the wine cabinet.

This is a bottle of Red Label vodka from the Soviet era. It has been out of production for a long time, but given his status, it is not a big deal for him to get a few bottles.

The liquor was poured into the glass, Macallan shook it, sniffed the stimulated aroma of the alcohol, and drank it in one gulp.

The hot wine flowed down his throat into his stomach, like a flame that was going to set his whole body on fire. Macallan closed his eyes, feeling the smell of wine lingering in his mouth, but his mind couldn't help but emerge with the quiet and secluded lake and the huge 'figure' as majestic as a mountain.

That blasphemous and strange ballad, as if it came from the end of the distant stars, seemed to echo in his mind once again.

No. I can’t think about it anymore!

McCarron shook his head violently, trying to banish those horrific images from his mind.

Just then, the doorbell of the room suddenly rang, interrupting his thoughts.

"Didn't I tell you not to disturb me?" McAllen frowned slightly, his eyes showing obvious impatience, but the doorbell was still ringing. The harsh sound made him very uncomfortable, so he put down his wine glass and cigar, slowly stood up and walked towards the door.

I opened the door, but the person standing outside was not the waiter I had imagined, but an old man wearing a tattered yellow robe, with a haggard body and a bearded face.

Yellow robe? Yellow robe again!

The horrifying nightmare-like scene once again appeared in McAllen's mind.

The tattered yellow robe frightened him so much that he took a few steps back uncontrollably. His pupils suddenly contracted, and a look of shock and horror emerged on his perfect face.

But soon, McAllen broke free from his fear, and his sea-blue pupils suddenly showed a blazing molten gold glow: "It's you. You are the one who did all this?!"

"Good evening, Mr. McAllen."

The old man in the torn yellow robe slowly took off his hood, revealing a long and dense beard. His eyes were as deep as the lightless water. He said in a hoarse voice, "Or, should I call you the King of Sky and Wind, the leader of the European Dragon Blood Secret Party, the Patriarch of the Gattuso Family, Mr. Pompey Gattuso."

In an instant, the air seemed to freeze, and a faint light as restless as a thunderstorm exploded in the narrow hotel corridor.

Macallan. No, it should be Pompey Gattuso's eyes, which were stained with a terrifying golden light, as if spewing out blazing flames, and the pressure was as majestic as a volcano: "Who are you?"

The old man in the yellow robe was like a ghost. He suddenly disappeared from the spot and then reappeared in the room.

Glancing at the still-burning cigar and the glass of vodka, the old man smiled mysteriously, then sat on the sofa, looked at Pompey Gattuso, and said calmly, "My name is Zarathu, and I come from an ancient organization, the Secret Order."

Pompey was stunned for half a second, looking at the old man who suddenly broke into the room, frowning: "I have never heard of an organization called the Secret Society."

"There are so many secrets in the world, aren't there?"

Zaratul's eyes were full of understanding, and he said with a smile, "Just like the ancient city ruins and the lake you dreamed of."

Hearing this, Pompey Gattuso's pupils shrank suddenly, and then his eyes flashed with anger, and he said in a deep voice: "Sure enough, you are the one behind all this!"

"You misunderstand, Mr. Pompey."

Zaratul smiled and said, "You should feel lucky because you are the 'chosen one'. For thousands of years, our secret society has been waiting for someone who can hear the voice of 'My Lord', and you are the one we are looking for!"