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A hysterical roar, filled with a thousand years of resentment, shook the entire underworld.

The next moment, Hela launched an attack on Odin without hesitation.

The overwhelming and terrifying power of death transformed into countless gigantic spikes, hundreds of meters long, that surged toward Odin in a devastating barrage.

Odin sighed and casually dealt with Hela's attack.

Just then, Locke felt a daze around him, as if a strange force was pulling at him. Locke smiled slightly and did not resist the force.

In a short while, Locke found himself in a peculiar spatial interlayer, surrounded by a vast expanse of white light, utterly devoid of anything.

The next moment, Odin appeared opposite Locke.

Looking down, the battle outside was still raging, with Hela and 'Odin' still locked in fierce combat.

Looking at Odin in front of her, it was clear that the difference in strength between Odin and Hela in this state was too great; even a phantom image of Odin was enough to deal with Hela in her current state.

Odin looked at Locke, especially at the tentacles in Locke's hand, and said, "Actually, you could have come directly to me."

Locke casually unleashed a burst of chaotic power, and a table and chairs appeared out of thin air. Locke sat down directly on them, and with a casual gesture to Odin, Odin did not refuse and sat down opposite Locke.

“Go to Asgard to find the God-King? I’m not that stupid. In my opinion, you are a perfect God-King.”

Odin nodded: "I heard the previous evaluation, it was very high praise."

Locke smiled slightly: "Yes, very high. It is precisely because I think so highly of you that I am unwilling to go to you."

"Because, as everyone knows, the more perfect a monarch is, the less likely he is to be a good person."

The perfect god-king is perfect in every way. Odin is too perfect. He is so perfect that he would sacrifice everything for Asgard, including his daughter and even himself!

Dealing with this kind of person is not an easy task.

Even after being evaluated in this way, Odin showed no emotion. Instead, he said, "But you are still waiting for me."

“You’re not really prepared to make a deal with Hela, otherwise you wouldn’t have been thinking about the bargaining chips for so long.”

Yes, that's exactly what I've been waiting for.

“Going to Asgard to find you, to ask for your help on your own turf, wouldn’t that allow you, the God-King, to just ask for whatever you want? Things are different now…” As he spoke, Locke pointed slightly downwards.

Odin's expression changed, and in an instant, a terrifying sense of oppression enveloped the entire space. This sense of oppression was so strong that it was suffocating.

Locke remained calm: "There's no need for such a big reaction. I just don't want to get involved in the messy troubles of Asgard."

Ragnarok, Ragnarok, ancient gods—there's just a mountain of trouble.

Suddenly, the terrifying oppressive feeling that had been hanging over the sky dissipated by 0.9, and Odin gave Locke a deep look.

"You describe me as a perfect god-king. Do you know how I would rate you?"

"Appreciate further details."

"You are a perfect husband."

Silence, long silence.

Locke raised his head and looked directly at Odin: "Your Majesty, are you serious?"

"Ruthless, cunning, yet still retaining a shred of decency, no one is more suitable to be Hela's husband than you."

Locke rubbed his slightly throbbing head: "You're just dumping all that mess of Asgard's troubles onto me again."

"Can't we change the terms?"

"There is only this one condition."

"Too much trouble!"

"Let me think about it some more."

"Not consider!"

"I'll add money!"

Silence, long silence.

"The Box of Ice".

"........."

"Destroyer Armor"

"........."

"Branch of the World Tree"

"........."

"I'll forge another divine artifact for you, one that's at the level of a god-king."

"Bang!" Locke slammed his hand on the table.

It's just Ragnarok, it's just some ancient gods, damn it, let's do it!

Chapter Seventy-Six: The Second Power - The Phoenix Force

In the Great Hall of the God-King in Asgard.

Odin, the king of gods, held one tentacle in one hand. A vast power of law transformed into a torrent of law, washing over the entire tentacle. It took nearly twenty minutes before Odin stopped pouring in the power of law. Visibly, Odin's face showed signs of fatigue.

"The power of the laws on this is not strong, but its quality is extremely high. It should come from a top-level demon god. However, precisely because of this, this thing is very effective. Even in Asgard, there are not many treasures of this grade. It is a good thing."

After saying that, he casually tossed the tentacle back to Locke.

"Thanks!" Even though it's a transaction, it's never a bad thing to be polite.

Odin, the king of the gods, shook his head: "Your greatest gratitude to me is simply to marry Hela as soon as possible."

“This can’t be rushed. You know your daughter’s temper. I need time.”

Odin, the king of the gods, nodded. He knew all too well what a fiery temper his daughter had. It was already quite an achievement that she had found a husband who could keep Hela in check.

"Will you come with me to the Vaults of Asgard now, or will you forge the artifact first?"

"Let's forge the artifact first. I'm quite interested in Nidavellir, the land of the dwarves."

"dwarf?"

Locke looked puzzled: "If you're going to forge a divine artifact, why not ask a dwarf?"

Odin, the king of the gods, retorted, "Who do you think forged the Destroyer armor?"

Locke paused for a moment, then looked at Odin, the king of the gods: "You're going to forge this divine artifact for me yourself?"

Odin, the king of the gods, nodded: "The dwarves' technology is indeed good, but it is not necessarily the best in the Nine Realms. That's just because no one is qualified to have the king of the gods personally forge weapons for them."

"I can forge for you a divine artifact that is closest to the level of a single universe."

Good heavens, he really is a good guy. But it's understandable. Don't be fooled by how fierce this old man is in a fight; he has a wise and divine position.

but……

Locke 10 frowned and gave Odin, the king of gods, a deep look.

"I don't doubt your intelligence and skills, but can your body still hold up?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Using the Eternal Flame as the forging flame and Uru Alloy as the main material to forge a new artifact will not cause me much damage."

"Of course, if you have any good materials, you can add them in."

Locke thought for a moment, took out the glove he had obtained from the Ancient One, wrapped it in the power of chaos to temporarily remove the gem, and then casually tossed the glove to Odin.

Odin, the king of the gods, examined the gloves: "It's a very strange material. I've never seen it before. It could be added to this."

"Is there anything else?"

Locke thought for a moment: "Can you put the Ice Box, the Destroyer Armor, and the World Tree that you're planning to give me in there as well?"

Odin, the king of the gods, shook his head: "The Ice Casket is acceptable, but the Destroyer Armor and the World Tree are not."

Is there a reason for this?

"There's no particular reason, it's just because the grade is too high. The Destroyer Armor is already close to the top-tier armor at the single-unit level, and the World Tree's grade is even higher. If you put all those things together, it's possible to forge a super artifact at the single-universe level."

Locke fell into deep thought: "What problems would we encounter in forging a single-unit super artifact?"

Judging from this situation, this old ghost could actually create a super artifact at the single-target level, but he's hesitant.

Odin responded, "You probably don't understand what the single-universe level is. The single-universe level requires understanding 60% of the laws as a foundation. After reaching this level, you need to draw upon the power of the universe to condense a body of laws. The power of the universe is an extremely high-level power."

"The birth of the Celestials will directly lead to the collapse of the world they live in. Not all Celestials are absolutely ruthless. Some are unwilling to destroy the world they live in. With their strength, changing size is a very basic ability. Theoretically, they could shrink and escape, but they all failed. This is because the moment a Celestial is born, it will attract an astonishing amount of cosmic energy. This power is so strong that even the Celestials themselves cannot resist it."

"In fact, some celestial beings are forcibly born prematurely because they do not meet the standards, which may lead to their complete destruction by cosmic energy."

Locke's expression hardened. He thought of Ego, the half-crippled Celestial who only had a brain. The original story never explained how he became half-crippled. If he was beaten, then given the Celestials' protective nature, they would have already joined forces to crush the enemy to dust before rescuing Ego. Now it seemed that Ego's body was destroyed by cosmic energy because he was born prematurely, making him a failure among the Celestials, and then he was abandoned.

The cosmic energy is so powerful that it can destroy even the gods. No wonder Odin didn't forge a single super artifact; he couldn't withstand it.

"Never mind then, let's add the Box of Frost in." That thing is a pretty good artifact, but it's useless to Locke. He doesn't care about the Law of Frost, so he might as well make use of it.

Odin nodded and put the item away.

"You can go and look around Asgard. It takes about 10-15 Midgard days to forge an artifact."

"No need. Just find me an absolutely quiet and safe room. It might even cause a strong energy fluctuation."

"can."

Three minutes later, looking at the room in front of him, Locke felt a million curses running through his mind.

He didn't recognize it! This is clearly an Asgardian prison! And a top-security one at that!

However, to be fair, this thing is indeed quite quiet and has a very strong magic immunity.

After a moment, Locke shook his head. Oh well, this room already met his requirements. As long as he didn't want it to be a prison, it wasn't a big problem. Locke was just trying to see if he could break through, not to live in it.

Picking up the tentacle, Locke channeled the power of chaos and began to refine and absorb it.

A surge of pure spiritual energy flowed into his body, his spirit began to sublimate, and his thoughts became clearer than ever before. The meditation technique that had troubled Locke for some time began to advance at a frenzied pace, almost every second equivalent to more than ten days of normal cultivation.

Time began to flow slowly.

After an unknown amount of time, Locke suddenly opened his eyes, a deep blue light flashing past.

"It actually worked!" The tentacle was even more effective than he had imagined.

The next moment, he had a thought, and a drop of blood appeared before his eyes. This drop of blood looked ordinary, but only by delving into it could one feel the power it contained, a power that seemed to destroy everything.

This is naturally the blood of Jean Grey, the Phoenix. Having met Jean Grey many times, how could Locke not take the opportunity to take her blood? With Locke's strength, he could easily take a drop of her blood without anyone noticing.

Without any hesitation, Locke instantly swallowed the drop of blood.

The Phoenix Force was far more violent than imagined, with its intense heat and destructive power. However, the moment it appeared, the chaotic power within Locke activated automatically, instantly suppressing the Phoenix Force.

One is the power of chaos at the level of a sub-celestial father, and the other is the seed of the Phoenix Force. Both are among the three great powers of the universe, and crushing them would be a piece of cake.

This refining process was even simpler than the first one.

After a long time, Locke's body gradually began to surge with an incredibly hot and terrifying power that seemed capable of destroying everything. Everything around him, all things, began to be crushed and annihilated at the atomic level.

Suddenly, a flash of seven-colored light appeared, and Odin, the king of the gods, appeared out of thin air above the room. He had been forging a divine artifact when he suddenly sensed an extremely violent and destructive energy, so he subconsciously came over to take a look.

Looking down at Locke, and especially at the bird-like form that was faintly visible behind him, Odin, the king of gods, instantly narrowed his eyes, and a look of horror appeared on his majestic face.

"This is... the power of the Phoenix!"

The power of the phoenix alone was not enough to make Odin, the king of the gods, change his expression. After all, although individuals with all three powers were few, there were still some lucky ones who could be found from time to time.

What truly horrified Odin, the King of Gods, was that Locke had clearly used the power of chaos before!

Two of the three great forces of the universe have appeared in the same person!

"Hiss!" Odin, the king of the gods, couldn't help but gasp.

Such a thing is unheard of, let alone seen or heard of. It has never appeared in the countless records accumulated in Asgard over the years.

At this moment, Odin's expression changed repeatedly. Finally, Odin gave Locke a deep look and said, "Don't make me regret my choice today!"

After saying that, Odin waved his hand, and piles of high-quality materials, crystals, and so on fell out of it and were then struck by Odin towards Locke.

Having received a good supply of nutrients, the phoenix phantom behind Locke let out an excited cry and began to frantically devour the various high-quality nutrients around it.

As Locke continued to devour his power, the Phoenix Force within him grew rapidly, and the intense heat became increasingly terrifying. The entire cage where Locke was located began to melt and annihilate!