Chapter 1272 – Beneath the Dungeon

　　Abyssal Dungeon.

　　”Cough cough cough ……”

　　A Nordic War Department member in black battle armor, hunched over, weakly marched forward along the dimly lit corridor.

　　”Stand still.” The two Nordic War Department guards standing at the end of the corridor suddenly spoke.

　　The frail man slowly stopped in his tracks.

　　”Who are you? Which branch?” One of the guards suspiciously swept over the frail man in front of him.

　　”The fourth branch of the Nordic War Department, number 39180. “The frail man lifted his hand and gently shook it, and the two guards only felt a blur before their eyes as a black token appeared out of nowhere.

　　They took the token and scrutinized it as the frail man continued:

　　”Lord Loki has some questions he wants to ask the prisoners deep in the dungeon, so he sent me here to torture them.”

　　The two guards confirmed that the token was correct and returned it to the frail man’s hands, their expressions easing a bit:

　　”Brother, with this body injured like this, do you still want to come and ask questions for Lord Loki?”

　　”Wasn’t there an Outer God assassin outside last night? I was injured a bit during the siege, it’s not a big problem.”

　　The frail man accepted the token, squeezing a smile out of the corner of his mouth as he continued along the dimly lit corridor, and this time, the two guards didn’t stop him, but instead, they each took a step backward to make way for him.

　　The frail man walked along the long corridor for about ten minutes, passing three consecutive hurdles like this one, as he went deeper, the torches burning on both sides gradually turned into a ghostly green color, morose and eerie, and the temperature dropped rapidly, the surface of the rough stone tiles under his feet even formed a white frost.

　　”Snort–!”

　　A rough gasping sound came from above the corridor, and the surrounding temperature dropped a little again.

　　The frail man raised his head, only to see that above the high walls on both sides, a black and purple behemoth, just like a mountain peak, towered over the overhanging round platform, a hideous head the size of half a soccer field poking out of the round platform, a steel needle-like hair, was rhythmically shaking along with the bellows-like panting sound.

　　It was a wolf.

　　The town guardian of the abyss, Loki’s heir, the demon wolf Fenrir.

　　Even though it only poked out half of its head from the round platform, its shadow had already obscured the entire corridor, and a pair of scarlet giant eyes were staring at the frail man dead in the face, its pupils contracting slightly as if it was recognizing something.

　　The frail man faced such a terrifying giant wolf, but did not panic, he was silent for a moment, and actually took the initiative to reach out his hand and touch the few strands of hair that Fenrir was poking out.

　　Under the dim light of the ghostly green fire, the frail man’s pale face, with a slight shake, unexpectedly turned into Loki’s appearance.

　　Seeing this scene, Fenrir suddenly raised his head and carefully sniffed the palm that reached out, the hostility in his eyes quickly faded, and he even took the initiative to meet that palm with a very enjoyable look.

　　The weak man’s hand, stroked the Demon Wolf Fenrir for a moment, then turned around and continued to walk deeper into the dungeon.

　　Under the pale green firelight, the man’s face changed once again, returning to his previous pale and weak appearance.

　　Soon, he arrived before a well-guarded cell.

　　”I’m going to interrogate him alone, so you guys can evade first.”

　　The frail man pointed at the figure being held in the depths of the cell, pulled out a token, and said to the Nordic War Department members guarding the surrounding area.

　　”Loki’s token?” One of the guards frowned slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he shook his head and said, “I’ll have to go and ask the Prison God and Lord Vader for instructions, this prisoner is a major criminal brought back by Lord Thor, and even Lord Loki does not have the qualifications to arraign him.”

　　Hearing these words, the frail man raised an eyebrow and

　　”Did you read it wrong, this is Lord Sol’s handwritten order.”

　　As he spoke, the token in his hand shook, strangely transforming into a light blue paper with a few lines written on it, and between the strokes of the brush, one could even see a few streaks of lightning traveling.

　　The guard’s gaze suddenly laxed and drifted off for half a second before he came back to his senses, staring at the paper suspiciously for a long time before nodding at him:

　　”Good, you hold on to it.”

　　With a flick of his hand, the members of the Nordic War Department that were guarding the vicinity of the cell quickly pulled back, leaving a quiet area.

　　The frail man watched them leave, and the light blue paper in his hand shifted and turned into an old, dark golden ladies’ pocket watch, which he tucked back into his arms.

　　”Cough cough cough ……” He coughed weakly a few times, opened the cell door with his key, and stepped inside.

　　Inside the dimly lit prison cell, a woman with silver hair stained with blood, her limbs were suspended by iron cables running through them, and were bolted to four different Thunder Light Divine Pillars. A black shackle locked around her white neck, securing her head, and hideous fangs were eerily present on the iron cables at the end of the shackle, frantically gnawing at the air like a living thing.

　　The woman’s body was streaked with blood, crimson beads of blood running along her bare feet and dripping down onto the rough stone tiles, soaking into a pool of blood, and her disheveled hair was stuck to her cheeks by dried blood, making it nearly impossible to make out her features.

　　The frail man’s brow furrowed slightly.

　　His residual light swept over the surroundings, warm blood still stained on top of the various morose and hideous torture tools, she should have just been tortured not long ago.

　　Almost as if she had heard the footsteps of the frail man entering, Memorial’s bowed head lifted slightly, a beam of gaze falling through her messy hair and smiling coldly as she landed on his body:

　　”What? You can’t ask for what you want, so you’re going to start adding to the torture?”

　　The frail man gazed at Memorial’s scarred body and spoke bitterly, “It’s me ……”

　　He reached out his hand and wiped it across his own face, and the man’s likeness disappeared, replaced by a pale, plain young girl’s face.

　　”Minami?” Remembrance froze slightly at the sight, “What brings you here?”

　　”I heard that Saul captured the Chairman of the Upper Evil Society and locked him up at the bottom of the Abyssal Dungeon, and immediately came to rescue you.” Si Xiaonan smiled, “The Demonic Wolf that guards the top of the dungeon is Loki’s heir, so I can easily fool it by using his Divine Ruins to fabricate a ‘ruse’.

　　And this place, I know it well.”

　　When Memorial heard this, his gaze gradually softened, “Worthy of being Xiao Nan …… By the way, you’ve seen Lin Qiye?”

　　”Lin Qiye?” Si Xiaonan froze, “No, he’s also in Asgard?”

　　”He came in with me, but he wasn’t locked up here, and I don’t know what’s going on now……. He changed his identity, and it’s normal that you don’t know about him.” Remembrance thought for a moment, “However, with his intelligence, he should have gotten out soon.

　　By the way, the thing I asked someone to bring you, did you receive it?”

　　”Received it.” Si Xiaonan nodded heavily, “You did it perfectly, without the slightest crack.”

　　”Hehehe, don’t even look at who I am?” Remembrance grinned, seemingly involving a wound, and soon coughed violently.

　　”Don’t move, I’ll save you now!” Seeing this, Si Xiaonan was about to step towards Memorial’s side.

　　”No, no need.” Memorial immediately opened his mouth and said with a serious expression, “Thank you for your kindness, but I can’t leave right now.”