Chapter 202 4.62 Rotten Giant

"I see you have found the portal we sealed?"

A feminine voice came from behind him. Loki turned around and saw an old Viking man with the torch in his hand.

From his face, he was very old. His face was like a walnut that had been dried for many years, with deep ravines all over it. He was hunched over. Although he was wearing the azure blue clothes of the Storm God, he had to rely on the crutches in his hand to stand steadily in place.

"I recognize you. You are the only son of Manggs Starlag!"

"I heard what you said to the Slavs at the entrance of the cave. Haha, I didn't expect that the famous 'Manggs' would give birth to a descendant with a rebellious mind. Leading the alien race to burn the holy mountain, how can you enter the Hall of Valor after your death to meet the ancestors of the 'Starlag family'?!"

Faced with the old man's questioning, Loki narrowed his eyes and did not answer.

(This man can actually call out the name of my father, which means he has been paying attention to our family for a long time!) (When did I enter his sight?)

Observing the surroundings keenly, he found that the 500 Slavic slaves who followed him into the underground had disappeared!

You know, since they entered the underground, there has been no battle here.

Where did the Slavic slaves around him go?

In addition, why is this old man who is almost falling apart so calm in front of him? He faces himself alone, relaxed like a dry rag in the sun.

Intuition tells Loki that this man must have more secrets hidden in him.

"Old man, why seal the portal to Asgard here?" Loki asked the first question calmly, and then slowly pulled out the blood axe behind him.

"Haha, you know this is a portal, which means you must have seen the 'old gods' and their relics."

"Do you really want to know the answer to this question?"

Loki nodded,

"Haha, you will know soon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Loki heard the sound of a chain sliding down. He raised his axe and saw a tall giant with half of his body rotten suddenly walked out of the shadow in front of him!

The height of this giant was nearly 5 meters. One of his thighs and most of his body had rotted and broken. Soft and moist rotten meat and dozens of white maggots as big as an adult's arm fell from his upper body.

At the same time, there was a pungent stench.

Loki pulled out the blood axe. He did not charge forward rashly, but retreated step by step steadily. The Slavic serfs following him disappeared, and at the same time, this giant was a creature he was not good at fighting.

The whole body of this thing was almost completely rotten.

This rotten creature did not have any blood in its body that he could use.

However, just after taking two steps back, Loki found that there was a hard "wall" on his back. Looking back, he found that the place he was in had turned into a cage surrounded by light circles.

The dividing line between light and darkness was the limit of how far his feet could retreat.

"Young man from the Starago family, since you have entered the Holy Mountain, don't you always think about getting out? Since you are so interested in Asgard, I am obligated to tell you what you need to face!"

The maggots crawling on the ground were about to crawl in front of him. Loki trampled hard, and the soles of his feet made bursts of sounds like bursting watermelons. Bursts of strong stench immediately emanated from the corpses of the maggots, almost making him dizzy.

With his eyes facing the old eyes of the old man not far away, Loki said in a deep voice: "Decomposition is definitely not a magic born in Scandinavia! It's too cold and too dry here!"

"I don't believe you are a storm monk guarding here!"

"Who are you?!"

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The old man did not answer Loki's question. He just stood aside quietly, watching the rotten giant and Loki fight.

He fought very hard in this battle.

After coming out of the sinking city, he carefully counted and was surprised to find that all the wars he had experienced were actually in the thick blood mist illusion.

He was so dependent on the spiritual energy and power obtained in the blood mist that now he was out of the blood mist, he could hardly fight.

However, facing this rotten giant at this time. He found that the blood he dropped on the ground had no effect at all!

Since the battle began, the rotten flesh of the rotten giant has been dripping with the foul-smelling rotten mucus, and more and more wriggling maggots have fallen from the wounds in his body. These maggots will also burst out a large amount of acidic mucus after death.

The whole ground has almost become a pond of mucus!

When the blood from Loki's wounds fell to the ground, this unknown foul-smelling liquid actually neutralized the spiritual energy in the blood, turning the red blood into another substance.

Although the rotten giant itself moved slowly and its attack moves were not powerful, Loki, who lost the blood mist, became as fragile as a mortal. The indestructible blood axe could not absorb any spiritual energy and turned into a piece of unbladed stone.

He himself would not have the almost endless energy in the blood mist. After just a few minutes, the heavy blood axe made him breathless and unable to continue.

(No, there must be something wrong!)

(All of this old guy's techniques are as if they were deliberately designed for me. Only someone who is extremely familiar with my fighting style can design a situation that will defeat me like this.)

(But then again, when did I attract the attention of these Storm Acolytes?)

(Three months ago, I was just the village chief of a poor village like Hanshui Village. It was not worth their time and energy to study me!)

After just 5 minutes, the heavy blood ax already made his arms feel weak. The acid gas on the ground evaporated into white smoke, and when inhaled into his lungs, he felt a strong dizziness.

After spitting out a large mouthful of acidic water, the Rotting Giant seized the opportunity and punched him in the stomach!

Loki felt like he was soaring in the clouds. Although most of this unknown ancient giant's body has completely rotted away, his power is still extraordinary.

His body hit the wall of the illusion formed by the black shadow, and he spat out a mouthful of bright red blood. When he fell to the ground, the palm of his left hand accidentally touched the golden ripples in the red blood.

It was this little bit of spiritual energy in the space that supported him in opening the black portal in the palm of his left hand.