even fight. My only function is to help them play the piano.however, I don't have so many grudges and goals. I just want to get out of here as soon as possible, stay with you in our secret garden and...Abyss dungeon.

"ahem, ahem."

A Nordic War member in black armor, bent over, marched weakly down the dim corridor.

"stop." The two Nordic war guards standing at the end of the corridor suddenly opened their mouth.

the weak man stopped slowly.

"who are you Which branch " A guard scanned the weak man suspiciously.

"the fourth branch of the Nordic War Department, serial number 39180." The frail man raised his hand and flickered gently. The two guards only felt a flower in front of their eyes, and a black token appeared out of thin air.

they took the token and watched carefully, and the weak man continued,

"Lord Loki had some questions for the prisoner in the dungeon, so he sent me to torture."

the two guards confirmed that the token was correct and returned it to the frail man, looking a little softer:

"Brother, do you want to come to speak for Lord Loki when you are so physically hurt"

"wasn't there an alien assassin out there last night I got a little hurt during the encirclement and suppression, so it's not a big problem. "

the frail man took the token, squeezed a smile out of his mouth and moved on along the dark corridor. This time, the two guards did not stop him, but each took a step back to make way for him.

the frail man walked along the corridor for about ten minutes, passing three hurdles like this in a row. As he went deeper, the burning torches on both sides gradually turned dark green, the temperature dropped sharply, and the rough stone brick surface beneath his feet even frosted.

"ugh--!"

A heavy gasp came from above the corridor, and the surrounding temperature dropped a little again.

the frail man looked up and saw above the high walls on both sides, a behemoth covered in black and purple, standing like a mountain on the hanging round platform, half the size of a football field with a ferocious head sticking out of the round platform, a piece of needle-like hair, shaking rhythmically with the wheezing sound of bellows.

that is a wolf.

the defender of the abyss, the son of Loki, the demon wolf Finriel.

although it protrudes only half its head from the round table, the shadow has obscured the whole corridor, and a pair of giant scarlet eyes stare at the frail man, and the pupils contract slightly, as if to recognize something.

the weak man did not panic in the face of such a terrible wolf. He was silent for a moment and unexpectedly took the initiative to reach out his hand and touch a few strands of hair protruding from Finlier.

in the dim green light, the pale face of the weak man turned into Loki's face.

seeing this, Finriel suddenly looked up and sniffed the outstretched palm. The hostility in his eyes quickly faded, and even took the initiative to meet the palm, looking very enjoyable.

the weak man's hand stroked the wolf Finriel for a moment, then turned and continued to walk deep into the dungeon.

in the dark green light, the man's face changed again, returning to his former pale and weak appearance.

soon he came to a cell guarding Senran.

"I'm going to interrogate him alone, so get out of here."

the frail man pointed to the figure held in the depths of the cell, pulled out a token and said to the Nordic War members around him.

"Loki's token" A guard frowned, hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I must consult the prison god and Lord Vader. This prisoner is an important criminal brought back by Lord Saul, and even Lord Loki is not qualified to be arraigned."

heard this, the weak man raised his brow,

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"have you read it wrong this is Lord Thor's hand."

as he spoke, the token in his hand turned eerily into a piece of light blue paper with a few lines written on it, and several rays of thunder could even be seen swimming away between the strokes.

the guard's eyes were suddenly distracted and he was in a trance for half a second before he regained his senses. He stared at the piece of paper in doubt for a long time and nodded to him: "all right, hurry up."

with a slight wave of his hand, members of the Nordic War Department, who were stationed near the cell, quickly withdrew, leaving a quiet area.

the frail man watched them leave, and the light blue paper in his hand turned into a dark gold old women's pocket watch, which he stuffed back into his arms.

"ahem, ahem." He coughed weakly, opened the door with the key, and walked in.

in a dim prison, a woman with silver hair and blood, her limbs suspended by a wire, were tied to four different pillars of Thunder. A black shackle locked her white neck and fixed her head, and her ferocious fangs existed strangely on the wire at the end of the shackle, eating the air like a living creature.

the woman's body was covered with blood stains, crimson beads of blood dripping along her bare feet on rough stone bricks, stained into a pool of blood, messy hair glued to her cheeks by dried blood, and her face could hardly be seen.

the weak man's brow frowned slightly.

his afterlight swept around, all kinds of hideous instruments of torture, still stained with warm blood, she must have just been tortured.

almost heard the footsteps of a weak man coming in, commemorating that his head was raised slightly, and a beam of eyes fell on him through the messy hair, sneering:

"what If you can't find out what you want, you're going to have to increase your sentence "

the frail man stared at the scarred body and said bitterly, "it's me."

he stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face, and the man's appearance disappeared and was replaced by a pale, ordinary girl's face.

"Xiao Nan" Commemorating to see this, slightly stupefied, "what are you doing here"

"I heard that Sol caught the president of the last evil society, locked him at the bottom of the abyss dungeon, and immediately came to rescue you." Si Xiaonan smiled. "the devil wolf above the dungeon is Loki's heir. As long as I use his sacred ruins to invent a 'trick', I can easily fool it."

and I know this place very well. "

the commemoration heard this, his eyes gradually softened, "it's really Xiao Nan." By the way, have you seen Lin Qi Night "

"Lin Qi Nights" Si Xiaonan was stupefied. "No, is he in Asgard, too"

"he came in with me, but he's not locked up here, and I don't know what's going on now." He has changed his identity, and it's normal that you don't know his news. " Memorial thought, "however, with his cleverness, he should be out of it soon."

by the way, did you get what I asked someone to bring you "

"copy that." Si Xiaonan nodded heavily. "you did a perfect job, without the slightest flaw."

"Hey hey, don't you see who I am" The memorial grin, which seemed to involve the wound, soon coughed violently.

"Don't move, I'll get you down now!" When Si Xiaonan saw this, he had to step forward to the memorial side.

"No, no." The memorial opened immediately and said solemnly, "Thank you for your kindness, but I can't go yet."l the terrorist power contained in the blood knife. The black alligator hits the tree prison more and more frequently, and panic appears in the dark green eyeball.BAM--!with a loud noise, the black cr...