CHAPTER 657: CHAPTER 657: TRAGIC ENCOUNTER

Seeing that Yang Chuan showed no intention of abandoning his plan, Camilla pleaded once more, but her face soon twisted into a malicious expression. "You... do you dare to kill me? Do you know who I am? I am a deity of the Nordic Palace! The first gentleman! If you kill me, you’re doomed! Lord Bill will never let you go."

"Is that so?"

Yang Chuan smiled upon hearing Camilla’s words, then suddenly ended her life.

Seeing the unexpected turn of events, Camilla momentarily smiled in disbelief. "Ha! So it is! You truly can’t kill me!"

Huala!

The moment her words fell, a sudden black crescent descended, slashing directly across Camilla’s thighs.

Standing on the ground, Camilla stared at her legs in disbelief. "I... my legs, you..."

"Can you contact that forest messenger, Shenweidor?"

Yang Chuan ignored Camilla’s tragic state, speaking indifferently.

"You..."

Camilla, unable to contain herself, was about to erupt in fury.

But when she saw Yang Quan raise his hand again, she began trembling. "What does this mean?"

"Nothing special—just trying to reach someone from Bada to settle things in person," Yang Chuan said calmly.

Camilla stammered upon hearing this, "You... who are you really? If Lord... if Lord were watching..."

Huala!

Before she could finish, another black crescent shot across the room. Camilla barely avoided fainting as her arm fell to the ground.

"Next time, it’s your head," Yang Chuan said serenely.

Hearing Yang Qianye’s commands, Camilla felt that Yang Chuan was like the Devil. Yet she recognized him as someone she could not defy. Broken in both body and spirit, she instantly pleaded, "I’ll do it! I’ll contact them immediately!"

"Now that’s cooperation," Yang Chuan said with a faint smile, causing Camilla to cough up blood in anger.

"Astavi Viking!"

At the Nordic Palace’s dwelling of consecrated deities—akin to Nirvana yet different from Earth—a divine realm of its own...

Since the re-emergence of the Nordic Immortal Palace from their new urban stronghold, led by the scattered Divine Souls of their second generation, the forces there have been dwindling. Still, their power cannot be underestimated.

Additionally, peaceful advancements regularly occur within the Nordic Election Palace’s consecrated grounds.

However, behind the scenes, there were ongoing plans to consume the remnants of a new dusk and carve out a new path in China.

The mastermind responsible for this plan was someone called Forest Moon.

Yet several days ago, Bodar had received a direct order from Shen King Wu Ding to cease all actions against China immediately. They were forbidden from entering its lands or meeting with the Chinese, or there would be no escape even for a Divine Soul.

This and other related decrees left Vidor utterly bewildered.

On the appointed day of Wu Ding’s monthly awakening, Vidor resolved to find Wu Ding’s Golden Bow, meet with him, and get to the bottom of the matter.

But the moment he stepped into the forbidden palace, he was struck dumb in shock.

Within the grand hall of the Golden Bow, amidst the shifting shadows, figures emerged—the Dark God Jacks, the Sea God Haiandel, the mighty Dilang, and even the strongest from the Good Palace—Odin’s elder, Ryder. They had all gathered there.

"Everyone, you..."

Bai Yue only managed a few words before the Light God Balder theatrically gestured towards the Divine Statue before the Golden Bow and said, "Don’t ask anything for now. This matter is grave. You’ll understand once the Shen King arrives."

Hearing this, Balder nodded and immediately took his position.

Before long...

From the depths of the hall, a resplendent light emerged. It shone brilliantly over a godly figure wearing a horned helmet and holding a long spear. Soon, a middle-aged man with a majestic bearing and a full beard stepped forward.

It was none other than the Nordic predecessor—the God King Odin!

"Greetings to the Divine King!"

As Wu Ding descended into the hall, all the gods solemnly placed their right hands over their hearts and prepared to kneel.

But Odin, paying no mind to past etiquettes, waved his hand to have them rise. He spoke promptly, "You’ve all received my decree, haven’t you?"

"Yes, Lord Shen King!"

The Light God Balder and the Dark Hall’s deity stepped forward first. "We’ve already conveyed your divine wishes. No one is to enter China or cause any conflict with the Chinese!"

"Good." Odin nodded in satisfaction. "This is a matter of utmost importance to the entire Nordic Palace. I intend to oversee preparations personally."

At hearing this, Xia Yuyu broke her silence and spoke impatiently, "God King, why is this? The Nordic predecessors have been trying to gain access to China for so long. China possesses unique properties. If dusk has yet to fall there, then surely we can..."

"Silence!"

Before the voice could finish, Odin’s tones harshly interrupted. "Did you not hear my command?"

"But I do not understand! Why must we do this? Is it not that a new dusk has coerced us? Since when has our Nordic Palace ever feared them?" Liu Da persisted in confusion.

At the same time, Thunder God Thor, who had also remained silent, chimed in coldly, "Our Nordic Immortal Palace fears no one! Divine King, even I wish to understand what’s going on."

"Why?"

If only one person had asked this question, it might have gone unnoticed. However, with even the most revered believing its urgency, including Thunder God Thor and Ryder, Odin sighed heavily before gesturing to Balder. "Go ahead, you explain it."

"Yes, Lord Shen King!"

Balder nodded firmly. Turning to face the Thunder God and Lord Bill, he began, "Several days ago, we received news of an individual’s movements... someone who launched an attack on the Olympic realm."

"What?"

Liu Da was immediately stunned. He understood that realm well—it was the home territory of the New Emperor Soul.

Someone dared to enter the heart of their domain alone? That was outright suicidal.

Thor furrowed his brows in deep thought. "That’s nonsense. Who would be so audacious?"

"Initially, when we received the information, we thought the same," Balder admitted with a sigh. "But the reality proved otherwise. This person has been singularly devastating. Their power obliterated the New Dusk. They slew the Western pantheon’s faithful, including Ales, Saint, Apollo, and Athena!"

"Hmm? Such a being exists?"

The Thunder God now seemed intrigued.

To him, aside from the strongest of Nordic warriors, like Odin or Zeus, there was no one else worth mentioning as a rival.

Yet he hadn’t anticipated the emergence of such a character.

Seeing Thor’s reaction, Balder chuckled slightly. "Thor, are you already eager for a fight?"

"Of course. Facing such a strong opponent would reignite my martial spirit. Through battle, I could achieve new heights with my Thunder God’s Smile!"

But Balder shook his head. "That’s not all—there’s more you should know. Though this individual triumphed, something even greater occurred. At the decisive moment, the Divine King Jacks, the leader of the New Emperor Soul, appeared."

"What? Zeus himself came out? Did he get defeated?" Thor asked, surprised.

Balder shook his head gravely. "No, he wasn’t defeated. He was annihilated!"

"What?!"

This declaration caused tremors throughout the hall, leaving every god shaken to their core.

Jacks—who was he?

A king whose stature equaled Odin’s!

One whose strength surpassed most, even holding Odin in high regard!

This was a being who was utterly killed by someone.

"This... this is impossible! Utterly impossible," Balder muttered, his own words cracking under disbelief.

But in that moment, Odin, standing silently above them, finally opened his mouth. "Jacks is dead. And the most horrifying part is this—they killed him without suffering so much as a scratch, even in Nirvana itself."