290: Chapter 290 The Three Heroes of the Nordic Countries

Divine Realm, Pantheon.

In the deathly silent hall, a burst of unbridled, wild laughter suddenly erupted.

"Hahahaha!"

"It's absolutely ridiculous!"

"Loki! You have simply thrown the face of our Asgardian gods into the abyss!"

A burly, muscular man wrapped in thunder and lightning, carrying a massive Mjolnir on his shoulder, walked out from the shadows of a divine pillar.

The God of Thunder—Thor!

He looked down condescendingly at Loki, who was lying on the ground spitting blood, his face full of disdain: "You can't even handle a bunch of mortals from the lower realms. You, the God of Mischief, might as well change your name to the God of Trash!"

"Exactly."

On the other side, a young god emitting dazzling holy light, with looks so handsome they were almost demonic, was nonchalantly trimming his nails.

The God of Light—Baldur!

He arrogantly lifted his chin, his tone filled with superior disgust: "Mother was right!"

"You only know how to play with those low-level schemes all day long; you are simply not worthy of being among us."

"Mere human ants—if I, this god, were to take action, I could completely purify them with just one finger."

"Schemes are vulnerable in the face of absolute power."

The God of War, Tyr, who had been silent all along, crossed his arms and coldly delivered another blow.

Listening to the wanton mockery of these three Nordic heroes, Loki, lying on the cold floor, gritted his teeth fiercely.

His whole body trembled violently.

It appeared as if he had suffered great humiliation.

But in the shadows, a flash of vicious brilliance flickered in his narrow eyes.

"Laugh..."

"Laugh all you want, you idiots!"

Loki let out a crazy, sinister laugh in his heart, and then he suddenly raised his head, putting on an extremely "grieved and indignant" appearance.

"Do you think I wanted to lose?!"

Loki roared hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot: "You have no idea how powerful those Dragon Kingdom people are!!!"

"Powerful?"

Thor seemed to have heard some huge joke and sneered disdainfully: "Mere mortals, worthy of being called powerful?"

"Loki, you are just making excuses for your own incompetence!"

Loki pretended to glare fiercely at Thor.

"You simple-minded idiot with well-developed limbs!"

Loki cursed through gritted teeth: "If they had sent you this time, you would have already died down there!"

"That human leader of the Dragon Kingdom, he isn't afraid of you at all!"

"Presumptuous!"

Thor was furious, and a dazzling burst of electric sparks exploded from Mjolnir: "Say that again?!"

Facing the enraged God of Thunder, Loki snorted coldly.

He didn't waste any breath and directly waved his hand.

"Hum—!"

A phantom light screen condensed from divine power instantly unfolded in the air of the Pantheon.

Playing on the light screen was the fake battle situation that Loki had carefully "fabricated."

In the scene, Loki was kneeling miserably on the ground, spitting blood.

And Lu Yuan stood in the tank turret, looking down at him from above.

"A god? Is this all the strength you have? Simply vulnerable!"

The Lu Yuan in the light screen mocked extremely arrogantly.

In the scene, Loki spat out a mouthful of blood, his face full of "humiliation" and "unwillingness."

"I, this god, have lost!"

"But we Asgardians have even more powerful gods!"

The Loki in the light screen roared hoarsely: "My sworn brother's son, the God of Thunder Thor!"

"He was born with divine strength and is the world's invincible, strongest God of Thunder!"

"He will definitely smash your mech to pieces and avenge me!"

A load of nauseating flattery!

In the hall, Thor, who had just raised his hammer and wanted to explode, heard these words from Loki in the light screen...

His movements froze, and then he guiltily touched his nose.

His anger vanished on the spot.

Who doesn't like to hear good things?

Especially good things said behind one's back!

Thor looked at Loki lying on the ground, his eyes even softening a little: "Ahem... I'll give you credit for having some sense, knowing to report the prestige of this God of Thunder."

However, the next second, the Lu Yuan in the light screen picked his ear and let out an extremely disdainful sneer.

"God of Thunder Thor? Are you talking about that simple-minded brute with well-developed limbs?!"

"If he dares to come down, I'll blast him into a roast suckling pig with one shot!"

Boom!!!

Inside the hall, Thor, who had just been enjoying himself, instantly became like a mad dog whose tail had been stepped on, and the thunder all over his body went berserk!

"Bastard!!!"

"Mere ant, how dare you insult this god!!!"

"I'm going to smash him into meat paste right now!!!"

"Thor, calm down."

Baldur, who was on the side, walked up slowly, assuming a superior and elegant posture, and held back the berserk God of Thunder.

"Don't be provoked by the crude words of a mortal; that would lose our dignity as gods."

Baldur advised, smiling.

As it turned out, the scene in the light screen hadn't finished playing yet.

Lu Yuan, leaning in the mech, his cheeky voice came out again.

"And that guy named Baldur? Seems to call himself some God of Invincibility?"

"Pfft!"

"He's nothing but a [mama's boy] who only knows how to hide under Frigga's skirt!"

"His so-called invulnerability all relies on his mother's protection!"

"Without his mother, he's not even worth a fart!"

These words stepped precisely on Baldur's most fatal and hated minefield!

The air in the hall instantly solidified.

"..."

Baldur, who had just been elegantly trying to mediate, had his handsome face instantly twisted into the appearance of a demon.

"Lowly insect!!!"

Baldur's holy light turned into terrifying killing intent, soaring into the sky, and he roared, broken: "How dare you call me a mama's boy?!"

"I will extract his soul and roast it on the holy fire for ten thousand years!!!"

In the light screen, Lu Yuan's mockery continued.

"As for that so-called God of War Tyr..."

Lu Yuan sneered: "What era is this, and you're still playing with cold weapons?"

"Human artillery fire is the true art of war; a God of War like him, holding scrap metal, should have been eliminated by the era long ago!"

"You're courting death!"

The silent Tyr suddenly drew the great sword from his back, his killing intent awe-inspiring, and the surrounding stone pillars were instantly covered with sword marks.

Just a few short sentences!

A forged light screen!

Loki's operation directly pulled the hatred level of these three Nordic heroes to a blood-pressure-exploding height!

"Father! Please allow us to go to the lower realm immediately!"

Thor, Baldur, and Tyr all knelt on one knee at the same time, requesting battle with murderous intent: "We want to personally slaughter these humans who don't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

Meanwhile.

In the Wasteland, inside the Dimensional Bedroom of the Red Wolf Tank.

After an incomparably intense "battle."

Xia Li's eyes were unfocused, her face flushed, and she had completely collapsed on the big bed, exhausted.

She fell asleep as if dead.

Lu Yuan leaned against the head of the bed and leisurely lit a post-coital cigarette.

"Achoo!"

Just after taking a puff, Lu Yuan suddenly let out a loud sneeze.

He rubbed his nose, raised his eyebrows slightly, and couldn't help but mutter: "Eh? One thought, two curses, three misses..."

"Who the hell is this blind guy secretly plotting against this president behind my back?"