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"It hurts so much, I'm in agony, couldn't you have gone a bit easier?" Merlin groaned, holding his aching back as he climbed out of the giant pit he'd been thrown into.
"Isn't this a dream? Where would the pain come from?" Asher retorted.
"Ah, right! I almost forgot," Merlin clapped his hand, as if suddenly enlightened. "The visual impact of that slap just now was so overwhelming, I almost thought I was going to die." Despite his words, Merlin didn't seem to be alarmed at all. He was still brushing dust off himself, adjusting his clothes and hairstyle. Then, he looked up into the distance, and Asher followed Merlin's gaze.
The neighing of a horse could be heard in mid-air, accompanied by rolling thunder. A strong gust of wind swept by, blowing Asher's and Merlin's hair high. In the distance, a man in a black robe, riding an eight-legged horse, appeared before Asher. Merlin tidied his hair and slowly said, "As a god, using violence at the slightest disagreement is not a good thing!"
Asher carefully observed the god before him. Without a doubt, he was Odin, but last time Asher couldn't clearly see his appearance. But this time was different; he had inherited the White Dragon's authority. Even if he couldn't compare to a god, he should at least be able to see the other person's face. However, it was regrettable that Asher still couldn't see Odin's face because it was obscured by the wide black hood on Odin's head. Odin seemed unaware that Asher was observing him. A faint smile appeared on his face as he calmly said, "Violence that isn't seen by others cannot be called violence.
Moreover, this isn't violence."
"This is called Divine Punishment!"
Divine Punishment my ass, this is an excuse! Even though Asher felt a sense of satisfaction seeing Merlin get hit, he still couldn't help but inwardly retort, then looked at Odin again. It was impossible for Asher not to be interested in this god residing in his body. He was quite curious about what Odin looked like. Odin turned to Asher and said, "You've been staring at me since just now? Do you want me to take off my hood so you can see what I look like?"
Asher nodded.
"Is that your wish?" Odin asked.
"Just a little curious," Asher said.
"Very well, since you've been diligently guiding my magic for your own use this past year, I'll let you see." Odin said, reaching his hand to his hood, then glanced at Merlin, who was casually watching him.
"Oh dear, oh dear, don't look at me, you're not a girl, I'm not interested," Merlin waved his hand and chuckled.
Slap! A huge palm came flying, but this time Merlin was prepared. He bent over and dodged the attack, still muttering things like "what a violent god." One had to admit, that white-haired mage's flexibility was quite impressive; he didn't even hurt his back with that move.
At this moment, Odin had already taken off his black hood.
Asher's pupils slowly widened, reflecting the man's face.
Th-this is?!
"Isn't this a mask?! Why are you still wearing a mask?!"
Asher said, frustrated. Odin had taken off his hood, but what was revealed was not his true face, but a mask, a grotesque mask that looked like a fearsome dragon.
"Isn't this to maintain mystique?" Odin sighed. "Being a King of Gods isn't that easy. The more mysterious, the stronger one is, isn't that generally believed? And I usually need to keep my emotions hidden. Later, I thought, why not just wear a mask? That way I can always maintain a majestic back." Hmm, I think I get it, it's like a celebrity image, right?
...
Although it was a bit regrettable not to see Odin's face, Asher still had many questions he wanted to ask him. As for Odin's appearance, since he didn't want to reveal it, there was no need for Asher to force it. After that, Asher asked Odin many questions in this dream, mostly about martial arts and magic.
Thinking about it carefully, Asher indeed had quite a connection with Odin. From the very beginning when he met Scathach, Scathach was connected to Skadi. And after that, the Runes, Word of Power, prophecy, and even the sure-hit magic spear it could be said that
everything Asher had before obtaining the White Dragon body was closely linked to Odin.
Scathach had said that Asher possessed great talent because not everyone could Shishou Runes, but Asher learned them instantly, which was enough to explain many things. No, if anything, even the current White Dragon was connected to Odin, because even the black scales on one half of the White Dragon were given to Asher by Odin.
"Last question." Asher looked up at Odin. The man wasn't very tall, but just standing there, he exuded an indescribable sense of oppression. Asher took a shallow breath, slowly exhaled, and was about to speak.
"Ah, sorry, I just instinctively let out my magic. It must have put quite a bit of pressure on you, my apologies."
As Odin spoke, the oppressive feeling immediately vanished. Asher: "..." So, the oppressive feeling from him was deliberately emitted?
"This is a god who doesn't quite know how to be discreet," Merlin commented from the side, maliciously insulting Odin.
Asher stared at Odin, as if trying to see his true face through the mask, and said, "What would happen if I guided all your magic for my own use?" This was Asher's biggest concern for the past year. Although Skadi had said that Odin was dead, it was such immense magic. If all that magic were guided out, would something like his personality being replaced by Odin's happen?
"Are you worried that my personality will become dominant?" Odin laughed, even though his smile couldn't be seen through the mask. "Don't worry, I am already dead. I only exist as a lingering consciousness, and I have no attachment to this world." Asher fell into contemplation. Merlin looked left and right, raised his hand and said, "Regarding this, I can confirm that his body here is very ethereal. Even if he had ill intentions, he wouldn't be able to pose any threat to you now."
It sounded quite stable, indeed. As Asher just thought of this, he suddenly heard Merlin let out a slight "eh," looking up at a certain spot. At the same time, Odin's gaze also looked towards a distant direction.
"Oh dear... trouble's coming," Odin scratched his head, took off his long robe, and threw it to Asher. "Since I've
helped you quite a bit, you handle her."
Asher was startled, "Her?"
"That's right, the Goddess of Snow. I've always treated her as a daughter and watched her grow up, but I didn't expect her to chase me all the way here. Anyway, you
handle her."
"Why don't you see her?"
"I am already dead. Meeting again would only increase sorrow." Odin mounted his eight-legged horse and vanished in an instant. Asher looked at Merlin. Merlin smiled.
Then, in a weathered voice, he said, "King Arthur, this is fate, you are destined to handle it yourself"
"Stop playing the mystic at a time like this, I'm not falling for that!" Asher slapped at him, but Merlin transformed into flower petals and disappeared.
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