The Good-For-Nothing Demon King's Road To Killing Gods

This weird cell phone ringtone echoed throughout the ice cellar through the container.

It's hard to imagine where the signal comes from in a place 500 meters underground and isolated from the world.

Xu Qinghuan recognized that this was Wang Xichao's cell phone ringtone. She had set this funny ringtone for him, and it became Xu Qinghuan's nightmare for a long time.

Because Wang Xichao always carries his mobile phone with him no matter what he does, he never misses a call. Even if the caller ID indicates fraud or harassment, he will still stop everything he is doing to answer the call. The ringtone will be turned up loud to ensure that He would not be unable to hear it. Even if the bell rang while he was asleep in the middle of the night, he would wake up immediately to pick it up, ruining Xu Qinghuan's good sleep countless times.

Once in a swordsmanship class, Wang Xichao was practicing duel with his classmates when the phone rang. Wang Xichao, who had the upper hand, stopped immediately. After his right hand was injured by a classmate who didn't react quickly, he still took out his phone and answered the call regardless. Li Yi scolded him for this. I was not focused enough during several battles.

Wang Xichao, who never leaves his cell phone, lost it a few days ago. In order to comfort him, Xu Qinghuan generously bought him a phone of the same model.

"The call is coming, answer the phone quickly, you are calling..."

Wang Xichao's divine eyes became blurred. One moment he was the aloof king of the gods, and the next moment he became an ordinary boy who was tortured by regret all the time.

"No!" Wang Xichao made an old and coercive voice.

"Phone, phone." Wang Xichao's voice changed again to that of a boy caught in the rain.

Wang Xichao struggled and walked towards the container step by step, as if there were two consciousnesses fighting for control of his body.

Freed from Odin's oppression, Wednesday stood up proudly. The conspiracy planned for thousands of years finally came to its final result. Odin was heading towards his certain death step by step.

"Little King!" Xu Qinghuan, who was in the demon king state, flapped his wings and flew towards Wang Xichao to stop him. He didn't want to get involved in the hatred between Odin and Loki, but Wang Xichao was his friend. Looking at Wednesday's proud look, he thought of Shen Delu's crazy behavior before. He yelled not to open it, there must be something hidden in that container that could kill Odin, as well as his friends.

How could Xu Qinghuan stop his plan that was about to succeed on Wednesday? His speed was so fast that even the high-speed cameras could not capture his figure, blocking him between Xu Qinghuan and Wang Xichao.

"Go away!" Xu Qinghuan roared.

With just one glance, the majestic and surging power rushed toward Wednesday, pressing Wednesday, who had reached the peak of his divine power, to the ground, and the steel ground also twisted and deformed.

"How is that possible!" Wednesday exclaimed.

This power was something he had never heard or seen before, and the sense of oppression was far stronger than what Odin had shown.

Xu Qinghuan grabbed Wang Xichao's shoulders.

"Xiao Wang!"

Wang Xichao turned his face, and Xu Qinghuan was stunned.

What kind of face was that? Regret, solemnity, and pleading appeared on his face at the same time.

Although he is the reincarnation of Odin, the king of gods who looks down upon the world, he is also Wang Xichao, an ordinary, kind-hearted and even a little cowardly young man.

He has been filled with regret every moment since his father's death.

Regret is such a terrible emotion, it will torture you all the time for the rest of your life and remind you of that painful past. Wang Xichao wanted to commit suicide more than once, but it was his belief in revenge that kept him alive.

Xu Qinghuan silently let go of his hand and stopped Lin Yue and Xia Yi who wanted to stop him.

"Goodbye, Xiao Wang." Xu Qinghuan said silently.

"Goodbye, Brother Xu." Wang Xichao turned into that young man again, with tears in his eyes.

The power of gods is far stronger than that of tiny humans, but this does not mean that the soul is nobler than humans.

At this moment, the boy's regret and faith defeated the Supreme Father of the Gods.

Wang Xichao eagerly tore open the iron curtain door of the container with his hands. Inside was a large rusty iron box with mysterious golden runes printed on the mouth.

The ringtone of the mobile phone kept ringing from it.

It’s not that the academy didn’t try to open the big iron box. There was no lock on the door, but they tried many methods and couldn’t open it. An expert who specializes in ancient symbology came to see it and said that the box was cursed by the gods. , cannot be opened by non-destined people.

Wang Xichao opened the door of the box easily.

A huge evil wolf corpse huddled quietly in the box. Its body was dry and rotting, emitting a stench. On its paws was a mobile phone with a bright screen, which kept making harsh ringtones.

Wang Xichao stood still, closed his eyes and opened his hands calmly.

Golden light lit up in the giant wolf's empty eyes. It stretched its body and broke the box that had trapped it for who knows how long. In Norse mythology, the Fenrisian wolf that swallowed the god Odin during the Ragnarok battle woke up. Its body quickly grew in size, so big that its back reached the top of the ice cellar. The warehouses around it that contained specimens of various strange monsters were destroyed. Its huge body was crushed, and the entire ice cellar began to shake violently. The soil penetrated into the ice cellar through the twisted and deformed cracked steel plates.

"Wake up! My child! Fulfill your destiny!" Wednesday shouted crazily.

Wang Xichao, or Odin, met his destined death.

The Fenrisian wolf opened its mythical mouth so huge that its upper and lower jaws could hold up the heaven and earth, and swallowed Wang Xichao.

Wednesday pulled out the red rose from his chest and threw it into the air to celebrate the grand funeral.