dtnovels Chapter 558: Loki's Fury!
Chapter 558: Loki's Fury!
The depths of the underworld were bitterly cold. The air was frozen solid. The smell of rust mixed with the stench of blood assaulted the nostrils. The torchlight flickered erratically. Several figures were stretched out long, their shadows falling onto the waterlogged ground.
Loki was pinned down by thick chains. Dark metal pierced his collarbone. His massive body was crushed under the weight. His disheveled hair was covered in dried blood. Half his face was hidden in shadow.
Shamrock stood in the center of the cell. He looked down at the giant prince, his eyes cold. He was looking at a tool waiting to be sold.
"Would you like to join the Knights of God?"
Shamrock's voice was flat and monotone. The echoes jolted wildly through the empty cell. The sound rolled into the dark corners.
Loki stopped moving.
A stiff neck turned. The chains rattled. Through the gaps in the disheveled hair, bloodshot eyes clenched tightly around the other.
A low, muffled laugh rolled from the depths of his throat. The laugh was strained. Then, the laughter tore through the oppressive atmosphere, growing increasingly wild.
He suddenly threw his head back. A wild laugh shattered the deathly silence. The thick chains trembled violently with his chest.
Splash!
A piercing metallic clang rang out. Loki laughed, his body trembling. The scar near his eye twitched violently. Blood trickled from the chains that pierced his bone.
The laughter lasted for about ten seconds. Then it stopped abruptly.
Loki abruptly lowered his head. His violent eyes pierced Shamrock. Beneath his disheveled hair lay a mocking gaze.
"dream."
Only two words. Decisive and resolute. Without hesitation. The possibility of recruitment was forcibly nipped in the bud.
Shamrock remained unperturbed. He remained indifferent.
Loki stared intently at that face, his gaze scraping every inch of its features. His cheeks puffed out, and his teeth clenched so tightly they clicked.
"I feel nauseous just looking at your face."
Loki's voice was chillingly cold.
"That face looks exactly like the bastard who trapped me here. Whenever I see it, I want to peel that skin off alive."
The air in the prison cell cooled down. Cold water droplets fell.
clack.
The sound of dripping water was amplified infinitely. The woman in white turned her head. She glanced at Shamrock. She didn't interrupt.
Shamrock didn't refute. That was tantamount to acquiescence. Hatred struck the most precise anchor point.
Shamrock looked at Loki. A very subtle change appeared in his eyes.
"Are you talking about my younger brother?"
Shamrock answered calmly. The atmosphere in the cell seemed to drop. The woman in white turned her face. She gave Loki a serious look.
The truth came out. Shamrock admitted it. The man who imprisoned Loki shared the same blood. The aversion was no coincidence. Fate had intertwined here.
Loki's pupils contracted sharply. A surge of furious rage ignited within them. He took a sudden step forward.
It exploded with a loud crash.
The chains snapped with a deafening crash. The thick iron rings were taut and taut. The dark metal dug deep into flesh, almost embedding itself into bone.
Loki's muscles bulged, veins popped out, and he writhed wildly beneath his skin.
"You'd better pray you never go out!"
Loki roared in fury. The flames flickered violently, on the verge of going out.
"Once I break free of these bastards, the first thing I'll do is kill you two brothers! I'll crush your bones into powder, inch by inch!"
The taut chains creaked and rattled. Rust and blood dripped down, mingling. Dark red blood splattered on the stone slabs. The hard stone walls trembled violently. Pebbles fell in a cascade, splashing into the puddles. Murky water sprayed everywhere.
A terrifying sense of oppression erupted. Even though he was pinned down, he remained a beast ready to tear its prey apart at any moment.
The woman in white moved. A white blur sliced through the air. She appeared before Loki. Without drawing her weapon, she raised her right hand and delivered a powerful blow straight to Loki's chest and abdomen.
boom.
A dull thud of flesh colliding exploded. The force of the punch tore through the air. It slammed solidly into Loki's muscles.
She vanished into a blur.
Bang bang bang.
The relentless, heavy blows were so fast they left afterimages. Each punch landed precisely in the same spot. The ferocious power pierced through the skin, striking directly at the internal organs. The extreme pain and humiliation abruptly shattered the madness.
The guard outside stared wide-eyed, his face deathly pale. An ordinary person struck by these blows would have their internal organs shattered into a pulp, their bones reduced to dust.
Loki swayed violently twice. He looked down, his gaze sweeping over his chest and abdomen. Deeply sunken muscles revealed a glaring bruise, from which blood seeped.
His knees didn't bend at all.
He remained rooted to the spot. A fatal blow. He wasn't even worthy of being made to kneel.
Loki looked up. He grinned. Blood trickled down his chin, staining his beard red.
"Is that all the strength you have?"
His tone was extremely harsh. He deliberately thrust his chest forward.
"It's not even enough to tickle me."
He stared intently at the woman in white, his eyes filled with disdain and mockery.
"Is this all the Knights of God are capable of? All you can do is rely on a few broken chains and numbers to act tough? You bunch of trash, you're not even worthy to carry my shoes!"
The woman in white's eyes turned cold. The air seemed to freeze instantly. Her knuckles tensed. Her fair skin turned bluish. A suffocating pressure rose. The water on the ground trembled slightly.
She was ready to strike again. To tear that arrogant mouth apart.
Shamrock raised his hand, blocking the woman's path.
The woman in white stopped moving. The terrifying pressure dissipated instantly. Shamrock didn't look at her. He stared at Loki, giving his final judgment.
"Mrs. Elba is a natural-born fighter."
Shamrock's voice was chilling and piercing. He was pronouncing a death sentence on a species.
"To make them bow their heads, you can't rely on a few words of persuasion, nor on a few beatings. They have a death wish flowing in their veins."
"Only by completely subduing their entire tribe, only by killing them until they are terrified, will they kneel down."
The woman in white listened, her cold glint subsiding. She nodded, accepting the strategic shift.
The path to recruiting Loki is blocked. He cannot be subdued. The only option is to eliminate him.
Shamrock turned around and looked at the pale-faced guard outside the door.
"Send the order to Saint Garin."
Shamrock immediately changed his order. His tone was completely flat. He decided to crush a few ants.
"Plan changed. No more wasting time trying to win over Elbaf."
"Go and capture the giants' children."
He paused. His gaze swept across the dark passageway.
"As for the adult giants on the island, leave none alive. Kill them all."
The woman in white stood quietly to the side. She offered no objection. She was a cold observer, a figure from a higher realm, who confirmed the extermination order.
The words "grab the child" reached Loki's ears.
The arrogance on his face vanished instantly. An uncontrollable anxiety and rage exploded within him.
He suddenly stretched out his hands, gripping all the chains tightly, and pulled with all his might.
crunch.
The ear-piercing sound of metal scraping against metal echoed wildly. Sparks flew everywhere. Chains were deeply embedded in bone. Blood gushed out, instantly staining a large area of stone slabs red.
Just a moment ago they were hurling insults. Now they're yelling furiously at the door.
"stop!"
"Shamrock! Get back here right now!"
"Come at me if you dare!"
The order struck a nerve. These were his people. These were the future of Elbaf. Even imprisoned here. Even once considered monsters. The blood of Elbaf still flowed in their veins.
Shamrock did not turn around.
The woman in white didn't turn around.
Footsteps echoed steadily on the cold stone slabs. He walked straight out of the cell. The heavy bronze stone door closed.
Loki roared and chased after them through the dark passage.
"Get back here! If you dare lay a finger on them, I swear I'll chop you into mincemeat!"
boom.
The stone gate slammed shut. A heavy crash cut off the last ray of light. The roar was locked away in the abyss.
The cell fell into darkness again. The torchlight flickered wildly on the walls.
Loki was breathing heavily. His eyes were bloodshot. His chest heaved violently. His breath reeked of blood.
Through the thick stone wall, a muffled explosion could be heard outside.
Artillery fire pounded the ground. The sounds of battle grew clearer. The tremors of the earth traveled through the chains and into the bones.
The killing has already begun.
The swords of the Knights of God approached the village. They approached the area where unarmed children had gathered.
And he. The prince of Elbaf.
He was locked tightly in the dark, sunless underground. The chains crushed him, rendering him unable to move. He couldn't even extend a finger. He could only hear the flames engulfing the outside world.
The oppressive feeling gripped my throat tightly.
The countdown clock tolled over Elbaf. An existential crisis loomed. An irreversible calamity was about to unfold.