Fenrir yawned, opened his eyes lazily, and stretched his body comfortably.
In the dream just now, it seemed to dream that it became stronger, stepped on Aizen, punched Ulquiorra, and returned all the torture it had suffered to those two bastards.
The vision in the dream makes it linger.
It’s even a little reluctant, it’s over so soon, and it has prepared hundreds of tortures, intending to give Aizen to try one by one.
A familiar voice drifted into Fenrir’s ears.
Fenrir shuddered in an instant, and immediately came to his senses. When he turned his head, he saw Lorde’s half-smile expression, his hair stood on end, and a chill spread from his tail to Tianling Gai.
It… actually fell asleep!
Lord had personally told him to do his best to keep watch, but he fell asleep like this? !
Fenrir shoveled directly and came to Lord’s feet, almost burying his head in the ground, dripping with cold sweat: “I didn’t fall asleep on purpose, just… I also… I don’t know what’s going on, but I suddenly fell asleep, master, you can punish me, but don’t tell Aizen-sama!”
If Aizen finds out about this, he will order it to be minced and go to Kirian.
“Okay, it’s not your fault.”
Lord touched Fenrir’s head, but didn’t blame it too much, after all, it had nothing to do with it: “Get up, I ask you a few questions, you answer me honestly, this time It’s over.”
“Yes, thank you master, your kindness and tolerance are like a great world tree, nourishing every subject, no matter what you want to ask, your humble servant Fenrir will do his best to answer Eucalyptus tells you.” Fenrir breathed a sigh of relief and offered a flattery by the way.
“Do you know Wooder?” Lord asked.
“Of course I know. Woodde is the eldest sister of the Three Goddesses of Destiny. The prophecy of Ragnarok was originally circulated by them.”
Fenrir seemed to be no stranger, and continued: “But few people have seen them. Except for the god-kings of all dynasties, the three goddesses of fate have never appeared in front of outsiders, and even I have not seen them. They are a group of gods and gods. Nagging guys, many people hate them.”
It’s hard not to be hated by a group of people who talk about their destiny all day long.
“Then you know the Poem of Fate?” Lord asked again.
However, after hearing the “Poem of Destiny”, Fenrir’s eyes flashed with anger, and he didn’t hide it in the slightest, revealing a strong hatred and resentment: “Master, I dare to ask, where are you from? , know the Poem of Fate?”
Looking at this reaction, it seems a little secretive.
Lord rubbed his chin, shook the withered leaves in his hand, and said, “While you were sleeping, Woodr appeared and said, for Orlaug, give me a poem of destiny.”
He didn’t intend to hide this.
This poem of destiny made his brain aches, and he couldn’t understand what it was talking about.
Since Fenrir knows the inside story, he can show it, maybe he can parse out some prophecies about the poem of destiny.
On the withered and yellow leaves, lines of dark golden handwriting are looming, exuding a certain charm, like an elusive destiny.
Fenrir, who has met once, can be recognized at a glance, it is “Poem of Fate”!
“Sure enough…a poem of destiny!”
Fenrir was shocked, the wolf’s face showed a look of horror, and Tong Kong trembled slightly: “Master…you may…have a major event!”
“How to say?”
Lord frowned upon hearing this.
“If it’s just a prophecy of fate, usually there is only one sentence, or a few simple words.”
Fenrir suppressed the shock and explained: “But the poem of destiny is different. It is a metaphor for the future direction. It is a combination of multiple destiny, and finally leads to a certain result.”
“You may not know that since the birth of the Goddess of Fate, there has been only one poem of destiny.”
“It is a metaphor for the end of the gods, a series of great disasters, a war that must be lost, and an inescapable fate.”
“Oh, it doesn’t seem to be so accurate.”
After hearing this, Lorde chuckled, shook his head, and said, “The Ragnarok is not destiny, it’s just a few immortals who want to steal the origin of the World Tree.”
It seems that the so-called goddess of fate is nothing more than an appearance.
“No, Master, you are wrong.”
Fenrir shook his head and said solemnly: “No matter what the reason, how powerful external forces intervene, Ragnarok can’t stop it, it can’t be manipulated by some people, you think carefully, if it is true Can be manipulated, that fate…or fate?”
It seems to be the case.
In other words, with the ability of the three ancestors, can you really control Ragnarok?
“I don’t know who you are talking about, you can manipulate Ragnarok, but… may I ask, have you ever seen someone stop Ragnarok?” Fenrir asked.
Lord’s heart is heavy.
Even the Rune King Thor couldn’t completely stop Ragnarok, he just changed the way and cleverly bypassed it.
Rune King Thor, but stealing the origin of the world, reaching the five founding gods, second only to the existence of the Life Court!
How could Ragnarok, which even she couldn’t stop, could be controlled by the Third Ancestor?
“Master, what matters in fate is not the process, but the final result.”
Fenrir said solemnly: “It’s just like me, until I destroy Asgard, I am immortal, because the cause of Ragnarok is me, without me, there will be no God Ragnarok, this is the power of destiny.”
After being silent for a while, Lorde said in a slightly solemn tone, “The content of the poem of destiny cannot be changed?”
Meeting Lorde’s eyes, Fenrir suddenly felt his hair stand upright, as if some kind of terror was coming, and the two fighting men lowered their heads and said shiveringly: “It’s normal… Say, the poem of destiny…is absolutely unchangeable.”
Lord was silent.
Fenrir was extremely frightened, because Lorde’s eyes seemed to be getting more and more terrifying, and he hurriedly said: “Master, such a powerful existence ~IndoMTL.com~ can definitely change fate, and the poem of fate It has only appeared twice, so maybe this time is not allowed!”
Lord ignored it.
He picked up the withered yellow leaf, and the lines of dark golden handwriting came into his eyes again.
The prophecies in two of the passages, he seemed to have vaguely guessed, were referring to.
‘The messenger in black’, if I guessed correctly, should be Nyarlathotep.
‘Two identical white flowers’ should be alluding to him and Carl who fused twin flowers.
And the sacred tree…
It should be referring to the origin of everything, the supreme divinity, the “Double Sacred Tree”, which caused the battle of heaven and was contested by God and the outer gods.
Lord muttered to himself, reading one of the prophecies, his eyes narrowed slightly: “What does this mean, do we… all die?”
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