vncnus Chapter 282 Let's go, I'll help you level up!
Chapter 282 Let's go, I'll help you level up!
The giant snake roared, as if trying to call for help.
Unfortunately, as time ticked by, he panicked.
The Rune King before them was being struck by lightning, crackling and popping all over his body. The lightning gradually changed from white to fiery blue, and then from fiery blue to almost blinding pure white.
With each step Rune King took forward, the ground beneath his feet was instantly melted into plasma by the intense heat emanating from his body—
The rock didn't melt; it vaporized directly, leaving a string of glassy craters emitting a dark red glow behind it.
The giant snake's breathing became increasingly rapid.
He started to panic—could it be that he'd been stood up?
Come out quickly, friend! He really can't take it anymore! What happened to the promise? He even wanted to give you his daughter!
The green power of fear surged more and more violently around him, but it wasn't from anger, it was from fear—
His own power betrayed him at that moment.
He could sense that when fear began to dominate him, those forces were no longer so obedient.
"It seems you've run into some trouble."
A calm voice came from behind the giant snake.
The giant snake suddenly turned its head.
Hanlu—the white-haired "Siegfried"—was standing calmly three steps away from him.
His hands were behind his back, his long silver hair fluttered in the gale whipped up by lightning, and his blue eyes reflected the overwhelming lightning of the Rune King, yet remained as calm as a stagnant pool.
Upon hearing this voice, the serpent's face showed genuine surprise and delight—
How to put it—
It's like a drowning person suddenly grabbing a straw.
His eyes suddenly lit up, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up in a grin, as if he had been injected with a powerful stimulant.
He promises!
If you can help him sort this out—
He promises to give you ten daughters, and he'll mold them all into the most beautiful kind, you can choose any variety you like.
Of course, I would never say such a thing out loud.
He was, after all, the God of Terror, one of the heirs to the throne of Asgard, and a man destined to take back the Nine Realms!
No, my idol!
Such words of begging on one's knees are best kept to oneself; saying them aloud is too shameful.
He straightened his chest, took a deep breath, and tried to make himself look less disheveled.
Then he raised his heavenly hammer, pointing it at the Rune King before him, his voice booming with a hint of deliberate force:
"My friend! He is the deadliest enemy on our path of conquest! I need you to hold him off for now, as for the rest—"
His gaze swept across the distant battlefield.
Two of the three Thors had already been beaten to a pulp by him, and although the monkey was aggressive, it hadn't really made a move yet. The Super Soldier Squad members also looked like ordinary mortals.
A confident smile curved the snake's lips.
"—Leave it all to me!"
The giant snake shamelessly traded away Rune King.
He felt that based on Hanlu's subtle and subtle details, as well as Qi, Ba, and Qi's performance, the other party was definitely a master of unfathomable skill!
As long as he gets rid of the biggest threat, Rune King, then what about the rest?
They're all trash; he could take them all down by himself.
Only Thor, wielding Stormbreaker, was giving him some trouble—
But it's just a bit of a hassle.
As for the others? They're no problem at all!
Hanlu nodded.
He didn't even hesitate, his swift action catching the giant snake off guard.
"Leave it to me."
His voice was so soft that it was almost swallowed by the wind, but the giant snake heard it clearly.
Before the giant snake could even say "good," the cold dew had already begun to move.
The moment the white-haired man took a step and his toes touched the ground, the air rippled like a stone thrown into water.
His body leaned forward, as if he had "passed" through a different space—
It's not disappearance, not teleportation, but that eerie feeling of "being there, but not really there".
Rune King noticed something was wrong.
His lightning exploded, attempting to engulf the white-haired man before him.
But the next moment, his vision began to blur—
No, it wasn't blurry; it was as if his entire being was being "drawn" out of this space by some force.
The surrounding ruins, smoke, and fire gradually faded away like a faded painting, replaced by a vast and boundless cosmic sky.
The stars twinkled in the distance, and the Milky Way stretched across the sky like a luminous ribbon.
There was no gravity, no air, and no sound.
Rune King looked down at the surging lightning around him—
They are like indestructible armor, tightly covering themselves and protecting them from any physical or magical attacks.
But this very layer of defense, which even the gods feared, was so easily "caught" by the opponent.
His brows furrowed tightly.
He looked at the white-haired man in front of him, pointed his finger at him.
An electric arc danced at his fingertips, but he didn't strike—he was still waiting, waiting for an answer.
"Who are you? What do you want? Why are you colluding with that evil god?"
His voice could not travel in a vacuum, but his divine power caused his words to resonate directly on Hanlu's soul level.
The voice carried a questioning tone, anger, and a deep sense of bewilderment.
While Rune King was pressing on from the moral high ground, he was also secretly doing something else.
Oh my god—
Sensing a warning sound being triggered deep within her soul, Hanlu raised an eyebrow in surprise.
I never expected that someone with thick eyebrows and big eyes like you would actually shout for help—
Are you still the Thor who strikes down anyone he sees?
Of course, after experiencing so much, Rune King is no longer the same person he once was.
He certainly loved fighting and solving problems with hammers and axes, but he didn't want to throw his life away for nothing in the face of this bizarre spatial teleportation technique.
So he chose a safer approach.
That means asking for help.
It's a group fight!!
But unfortunately—
Hanlu shook her head slightly, the curve of her lips carrying a profound meaning.
This space had long been designated by him with his authority, and any signal entering or leaving had to go through his "security check".
The other person, right under my nose, actually sent a distress signal in the same way I had given them—
Don't you think too highly of yourself?
However, after this incident, Hanlu gave up her intention to continue teasing the other party.
After all, if Rune King knew the truth, he would probably make trouble for him.
"Okay, calm down, calm down. It's me, remember me?"
Hanlu reached out and removed the mask from her face.
With a flick of his wrist, the mask, as thin as a cicada's wing, vanished into the void like a falling leaf.
Beneath the mask was an Asian face that Rune King knew all too well—
However, the expression in his eyes was subtly different from the righteous and awe-inspiring coldness he had displayed in the past.
"Cold Dew?" Rune King's pupils contracted sharply, and his voice was filled with shock, replacing most of his anger. "What are you doing here? And—since you're helping that evil god—wait, I'm getting a little confused."
Rune King's way of thinking has always been biased towards black and white.
At that moment, he felt as if his brain was overloaded.
First of all--
In his mind, Hanlu must be a good person!
Of course!
It saved so many worlds, prevented collisions between the multiverses, and even drove away that strange giant eyeball—
He's definitely a good person!
But the problem is that when they arrived, the self of this world told him that the giant serpent Kur was the god of fear, a complete bastard who had slaughtered countless lives.
But now—
These two people have come together.
Rune King's gaze swept back and forth across Cold Dew's face several times, as if trying to confirm whether this face was also a mask.
His lightning power surged within him, ready to erupt at any moment.
"My friend—" His voice turned cold, tinged with suppressed anger, "Have you been brainwashed?"
Rune King has finally truly "stood up"!
His back was ramrod straight, and his long golden hair shone like flowing flames under the starlight.
His aura, fueled by his anger at his friend being bullied, began to rise gradually.
The oppressive feeling was like a tangible wall, advancing layer by layer towards Hanlu, even distorting the surrounding starlight.
Hanlu frowned slightly.
Just kidding—if he really gets ahead of himself, even if I can restrain myself because of the issue of power, it won't be easy for me, you know?
"Wait, wait, wait, wait!"
Hanlu hurriedly started waving her hand, her movements as fast as if she were shooing away a swarm of bees.
He leaned back slightly, as if forced back by the Rune King's imposing aura, but the expression in his eyes remained calm.
"I, Hanlu, am the Handu you know—but not the same. You could call me his clone or something. But don't get excited yet—"
He spoke so fast it was like a machine gun, as if afraid the Rune King might strike him down with lightning if he got angry. "I can assure you, everything is within the normal sequence!"
This is all part of the plan!
Rest assured, this world was destined to suffer such a massive disaster. I merely detonated it ahead of time and suppressed the event in a more comprehensive manner.
Don't worry, everyone can be brought back after this is all over.
The Cold Dew season is like pouring out beans, explaining everything clearly.
Rune King remained silent.
His imposing aura remained, and lightning still surged around him, but the force that threatened to strike was noticeably lessened.
His gaze lingered on Hanlu's face for a long time, as if trying to discern the truth or falsehood of her words.
Considering that the person in front of him was a friend he had once fought alongside—
Even if it's just a clone or something—
Thor slowly withdrew the lightning from his body.
The electric arcs receded into his body layer by layer, like the receding tide.
Calmness returned to the starry sky.
"If that's the case—" Rune King's voice was still deep, but the murderous intent from before was gone, "then why did you drag me out? We could have just ended it right there."
"Calm down, calm down, young man."
Hanlu smiled and waved her hand, her tone as if she were coaxing a child throwing a tantrum.
He took two steps forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Rune King, his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the distant, dazzling sea of stars.
"Because this prelude hasn't truly come to an end yet."
Moreover, your current strength—enough to get involved in the battle—is a bit too exaggerated.
The power imbalance is too great, do you understand?
As Hanlu spoke, she stretched out her little finger and twirled it slightly, her gaze seeming to be hinting at something to Rune King.
A meaningful smile played on his lips.
But Rune King clearly didn't understand. His brows furrowed even more, and he immediately threw out the next question.
"So you're saying—I can't help, right? Then why did you bring me here?"
"Why--"
Hanlu sighed, the sigh was drawn out and carried a sense of helplessness, as if saying, "Why don't you understand?"
He approached Rune King familiarly and patted him on the shoulder.
The gesture was so natural, it was like two old friends chatting on the street.
"How about I give you a cheat code and help you level up?"
He raised his other hand and pointed into the distance.
Rune King looked in the direction he was pointing.
At the edge of the starry sky, in the deepest darkness, the outline of a giant tree slowly emerges.
It was ridiculously large, so large that even the Rune King's eyesight couldn't see its entirety—
Its branches are as thick as mountains, its roots as winding as dragons, and nine worlds hang from its branches like fruits, each radiating its own unique light.
World Tree.
The nine worlds that gradually began to grow out like branches were all complete and real.
The golden palaces of Asgard shimmered at the highest point, the icy blue light of Jotunheim spread to the left, and the flames of Muspelheim burned to the right—
Everything was so clear it seemed within reach.
Of course, Rune King, who already had experience with this once, saw it even more deeply.
His gaze traveled past the bright branches and fruits, settling on the roots of the World Tree—
That dark corner shrouded in shadow, a place no one would give a second glance to.
Something was wriggling in the shadows.
It's not the wriggling of living things, but more like a distortion of some kind of "concept" itself.
That was a dark place that even the gods could not discover.
They have no names, and not even a definite sense of existence, but Rune King can sense that they have always been there, always waiting.
His breathing stopped for a moment.
"That is—" His voice was as dry as sandpaper.
"Shh." Han Lu put a finger to her lips, her smile becoming mysterious. "Don't rush to ask. The show has only just begun."
Rune King fell silent. His gaze shifted back and forth between the World Tree and Frost Dew, as if reassessing just how many secrets this "avatar" before him truly held.
The starry sky was very quiet.
Only the World Tree in the distance slowly rotates in the eternal darkness.