Chapter 1023: Chapter 97: You Have Really Made Me Suffer_3

Thus, Odin went to great lengths to forge the Supreme Magic Ring along with nineteen Power Rings, gifting them respectively to himself and the kings of the Elf, Human, and Dwarf races.

The purpose, naturally, was to use his Blood Alliance brother’s hand to control the Elf, Human, and Dwarf races, ensuring the eternal glory of the Asa Divine Race.

After all, others might not understand, but after spending thousands of years with him, Odin knew very well that his “good brother” had never possessed any real ambition for kingship or domination.

Otherwise, he’d had countless chances to carve out a kingdom for himself.

That old fox truly has a cunning mind…

Luo En cursed under his breath, feeling both amused and exasperated at the scene before him.

Originally, he thought that Odin, wielding the prototype of the Supreme Magic Ring, might succumb to swelling ambition and ultimately become the discordant note disrupting the symphony of [Fate’s Great Chorale].

But after all the twists and turns, he ended up becoming the so-called [Demon Lord Sauron] himself.

Still, this strangely aligned with his identity as Evil God Loki, and his intention to oppose the eternal law of Orlog.

At this moment, seeing Luo En still hesitating to take the [Supreme Magic Ring], Odin clasped his hand together and chuckled:

“Don’t want it? Then shall I keep it?”

Seeing Odin about to slip the Supreme Magic Ring back onto his finger, Luo En’s face darkened, and he swiftly snatched it away:

“Ever heard of someone taking back a gift they’ve given? Hand it over!”

As the Demon Lord Sauron, the Elf, Dwarf, and Human races still had a chance of survival; if Odin took over, Luo En was certain that once Ragnarok arrived, the three races would undeniably be sacrificed as cannon fodder to safeguard the Asa Divine Race.

Raising his hand, Luo En placed the freshly forged [Supreme Magic Ring] onto the index finger of his right hand. Immediately, a subtle connection quietly established itself between him and the nineteen kings of the Elf, Human, and Dwarf races.

Faintly, Luo En sensed that he could seemingly use the laws engraved on the Supreme Magic Ring to command the lives–and even souls–of the nineteen Power Ring bearers.

For now, this control was still relatively weak.

If the nineteen ring bearers repeatedly utilized the power of the rings, the bond would gradually seep into their flesh and souls, becoming inseparable over time.

Of course, as the designers and forgers of the rings, Celebrian, Rose, Xili, and Eden were fully aware of the side effects of the rings. They willingly signed this binding contract during their negotiations with Odin.

After all, as three of the weaker factions within the Nine Great Kingdoms, once [Ragnarok] descended, Elf, Human, and Dwarf would inevitably become cannon fodder in the battle among the Giants, Asa, and Warner clans.

If they were destined to both toil and sacrifice themselves, then naturally, they would choose to ally with the one capable of protecting them during a crisis.

And as they watched Luo En slip on the ring, a symbol of domination and protection, the future [Ring Spirits] breathed a collective sigh of relief, as if the doomsday cloud weighing upon their hearts had lightened considerably.

Of course, where there’s joy, there’s also sorrow.

The Frost Giant and Mountain Giant clans were clearly less than jubilant upon witnessing this harmonious scene.

Odin and his ever-expanding Asa Divine Race had long posed a challenge for the Giant Clan. Now, with the return of the legendary [Giant Slayer] Loki to the Immortal Palace, who had risen to become the crownless king controlling the Elf, Human, and Dwarf races, their predicament worsened.

Add to that the impending arrival of a new Chief God, born from the bloodline of Odin and Goddess Freya, further bolstering Asa’s dominance.

With such an advantage, the Giant Clan saw little hope of overturning their plight.

Recognizing the inevitable, Mountain Giant King Xia Ji and Frost Giant King Laofei swallowed their pride and led their followers to present gifts, celebrating the Immortal Palace’s growing strength while pledging their intent for peaceful coexistence.

In response, Odin graciously waved his hand, signifying his acceptance.

He intended to join forces with his Blood Alliance brother Loki to march on the Ireland-Celtic God Era, seizing the resources needed for Nordic expansion and delaying Ragnarok’s arrival. Naturally, he hoped for stability on his home front.

Just as the atmosphere at the gathering grew even warmer, a plume of black mist laced with countless wails and roars shot skyward, obscuring the once-bright heavens.

As vegetation withered and the air filled with the stench of blood, a shadowy, ethereal figure gradually formed within the mist. A slightly hoarse and somber voice emerged:

“On such a fine day, with not one but two joyous occasions, won’t you invite me to witness them?”