Chapter 1075： an unchangeable destiny

"Ah~~~"

Fenrir yawned, opened his eyes lazily, and stretched his body comfortably with a sullen look.

In the dream just now, it seemed to dream that it became stronger, stepped on Aizen, punched Ulquiorra, and returned all the torture it had suffered to those two bastards.

The scene in the dream makes it linger.

It was even a little reluctant, it was over so soon, it also prepared hundreds of tortures, and planned to give Aizen a try one by one.

"Wake up?"

A familiar voice drifted into Fenrir's ears.

Swish!

Fenrir shuddered in an instant, and immediately came to his senses. He turned his head and saw Lorde's half-smiling expression, his hair stood on end, and a chill spread from his tail to Tianling Gai.

It... actually fell asleep!

!

Lorde personally told him to do his best to keep watch, but he fell asleep like this? !

It's over!

Absolutely dead!

"I'm sorry, master!"

Fenrir shoveled directly and came to Lord's feet, almost buried his head in the ground, and broke down in cold sweat: "I didn't fall asleep on purpose, just... I don't know if it was What's the matter, I suddenly fell asleep, master, you can punish me how you want, don't tell Aizen-sama!"

joke......

If Aizen knew about this, he would order it to be minced and go to Killian.

"Okay, it's not your fault."

Lord touched Fenrir's head, but he didn't blame it too much, after all, this matter has nothing to do with it: "Get up, I ask you a few questions, you answer me honestly, this time it's over. already."

"Yes, thank you master, your kindness and tolerance are like a great world tree, nourishing every citizen, no matter what you want to ask, your humble servant Fenrir will do his best to tell you the answer. ." Fenrir breathed a sigh of relief, offering a flattery by the way.

"Do you know Wooder?" Lord asked.

"Of course I know. Wuld is the eldest sister of the three goddesses of destiny. The prophecy of the Ragnarok was originally circulated by them."

Fenrir didn't seem to be unfamiliar, and continued: "But few people have seen them. Except for the **** kings of all dynasties, the three goddesses of fate have never appeared in front of outsiders. , a lot of people hate them."

Well...he agrees with that.

It's hard not to be hated by a group of people who are talking about their lives all day long.

"Then do you know the poem of destiny?" Lord asked again.

However, after hearing the "Poem of Destiny", Fenrir's eyes flashed with anger, and he didn't hide it in the slightest, revealing a strong hatred and resentment: "Master, I dare to ask, where did you learn that Poetry of Destiny?"

Looking at this reaction, it seems a little secretive.

Lord rubbed his chin, shook the withered leaves in his hand, and said, "While you were sleeping, Woodr appeared and said, for Orlaug, give me a poem of destiny."

Regarding this matter, he did not intend to hide it.

This poem of destiny made his brain aches, and he couldn't understand what it was talking about.

Since Fenrir knows the inside story, he can show it, maybe he can parse out some prophecies about the poem of destiny.

On the withered and yellow leaves, lines of dark golden handwriting are looming, exuding a certain charm, like an elusive destiny.

Fenrir, who has seen it once, can be recognized at a glance, it is "Poem of Fate"!

"Sure enough...it's a poem of destiny!"

Fenrir was shocked, the wolf's face showed a look of horror, and Tong Kong trembled slightly: "Master...you may...have a big deal!"

"How to say?"

Hearing this, Lorde frowned.

"If it's just a prophecy of fate, usually there is only one sentence, or a few simple words."

Fenrir suppressed the shock and explained: "But the poem of destiny is different. It is a metaphor for the future direction. It is a combination of multiple fates, and finally leads to a certain result."

"You may not know that since the birth of the goddess of fate, only one poem of fate has flowed out."

"That's... Ragnarok!"

"It symbolizes the end of the gods, a series of great disasters, a war that must be lost, and an inescapable fate."

"Oh, it doesn't seem to be so accurate."

After listening to Lord, he chuckled lightly, shook his head, and said, "The Ragnarok of the Gods is not destiny, it's just a few old immortals who want to steal the origin of the World Tree."

It seems that the so-called goddess of fate is nothing more than a mere appearance.

"No, Master, you are wrong."

Fenrir shook his head and said solemnly: "No matter what the reason, how powerful an external force intervenes, Ragnarok can't stop it, it can't be manipulated by some people, you think carefully, if it can really be manipulated , that fate...or fate?"

Lorde was startled.

It seems to be the case.

In other words, with the ability of the three ancestors, can you really manipulate Ragnarok?

"I don't know who you are talking about, you can manipulate Ragnarok, but... have you seen, who has stopped Ragnarok?" Fenrir asked.

"No...no."

Lorde's heart was heavy.

Stop Ragnarok?

Even the Rune King Thor couldn't completely stop Ragnarok, but just changed a way and cleverly bypassed it.

Rune King Thor, but stealing the origin of the world, reaching the five founding gods, second only to the existence of the Life Court!

How could the Ragnarok of the Gods, which even she couldn't stop, could be controlled by the Third Ancestor?

"Master, what matters in fate is not the process, but the final result."

Fenrir said solemnly: "It's like me, before Asgard is destroyed, I am immortal, because the cause of Ragnarok is me, if there is no me, there will be no Ragnarok, That's the power of destiny."

"what do you mean......"

After being silent for a while, Lorde said in a slightly solemn tone, "The content of the poem of destiny cannot be changed?"

Facing Lorde's eyes, Fenrir suddenly felt his hair stand upright, as if some kind of terror was coming, the two warring heads lowered their heads, and said shiveringly: "Yes... under normal circumstances, fate The poem...is absolutely unchangeable."

Lord was silent.

"But...but!"

Fenrir was extremely frightened, because Lorde's eyes seemed to be more and more terrifying, and he hurriedly said: "Master, such a powerful existence can definitely change fate, and the poem of fate only It's happened twice, maybe it won't be allowed this time!"

Lorde ignored it.

Picking up the withered yellow leaf, the lines of dark golden handwriting came into his eyes again.

He seemed to have vaguely guessed what the prophecies in the two paragraphs were referring to.

The 'Messenger in Black', if I guessed correctly, it should be Nyarlathotep.

'Two identical white flowers' should be alluding to him and Carl who fused twin flowers.

And the sacred tree...

It should be referring to the origin of everything, the supreme divinity, the "Double Sacred Tree", which caused the battle of heaven and was contested by God and the outer gods.

"Slowly withered and withered..."

Lord muttered to himself, reading one of the prophecies, his eyes narrowed slightly: "The meaning of this sentence is that we ... will all die?"

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