The old man was excited by the magnificent scene that was about to happen.
On the other hand, the life and death of the black python no longer mattered to him. Now, Zhang Heng, who was riding on the back of the snake, had become a dead man in his eyes. The old man firmly believed that as long as the figure under the Forbidden City could wake up, any enemy could only tremble under its terrifying power.
When that time came, even the gods of Asgard would usher in their final twilight, let alone mere humans.
And as the guide of that great existence, he would also be fortunate enough to witness the arrival of the end of the world, the final battle that no words could describe.
The old man cried excitedly as he bent down and kissed the ground beneath him. But then, a lazy voice came from in front of him.
"What's wrong? Did your boss call you again?"
The old man froze when he heard the voice. He moved his lips away from the red soil, raised his head, and saw the uninvited guest in front of him.
It was a woman wearing a T-shirt and jeans. She looked a little cold, and she was holding a Boston Schuck in her hand. It seemed that she was busy making a drink not long ago, but after receiving an urgent message, she did not have time to put down her work and ran out in a hurry.
The old man was surprised to find that he did not know when the woman quietly came to the island, and there was no means of transportation around. It made the old man feel like he had bumped into a ghost. Could it be that the woman in front of him flew in from the sky?
As if she could read his mind, the unknown woman then said, "Stop guessing. I swam up on my own. Fortunately, I made it in time."
"Made it in time for what?" the old man asked subconsciously.
"Made it in time for this party." The unknown woman whistled.
However, the old man found it hard to believe the woman's words because the clothes of the woman in front of him were neat and tidy, and there was no sign of her being soaked in water at all. Unless she took off her clothes first and swam all the way with her hands raised, it was hard to explain her current state. She looked like she took a taxi after work.
"Who are you?" the old man asked warily.
"As you can see, I'm just a bartender. My name is not important," the unknown woman shook the Boston Schuck in her hand. "What's important is that I'm just like you, just a worker working for the boss."
"You're too modest. I can tell that you're much stronger than me." The old man said sincerely. Although he could not see through the woman's true power, he could still feel that the woman in front of him was not an ordinary person. She was just casually standing there, but the pressure she gave him was comparable to that of the figure in the Forbidden City. To the old man, this was the most unbelievable thing.
"You guys have really stayed in this kind of isolated place for too long. You completely don't know your own weight. Apocalypse? Even if your boss really wakes up from under the Forbidden City, he'll still be beaten up if he goes out." The woman of unknown origin shook her head. "There are many existences stronger than it out there. You guys are being used by others without knowing it."
The old man didn't say anything, but from the look on his face, it was obvious that he didn't believe him.
However, considering the other party's strength, he tried to be as polite as possible. "It seems like … you're not its enemy. If that's the case, why don't you stand aside and quietly wait for the Lord to arrive? When the time comes, even if there are any strong enemies, the Lord can help you test their strength."
"No." The woman of unknown origin refused decisively without thinking.
"Why?" The old man found it a little difficult to understand. Then he seemed to think of something, and his expression changed. There was a hint of hostility in his eyes as he looked at the other party. He said in a low voice, "Could it be that you are a lord from Asgard?"
The people of Asgard and Jörmungandr were mortal enemies. If it weren't for the existence of those gods, Jörmungandr wouldn't have needed to place the island where it incubated servants and received believers in such a remote place. Could it be that those guys from Asgard also had a premonition that something was going to happen? In order to delay the arrival of the Twilight of the Gods, they sent someone to stop Jörmungandr from waking up?
This seemed to be the most likely explanation.
However, the woman of unknown origin shook her head when she heard this. "I have nothing to do with those guys from Asgard. No, strictly speaking, I have a small grudge with your boss' enemy, but I don't care much about it." She paused and continued, "I told you before that I'm here because of my boss, right?"
"You have a boss?" The old man was stunned. He didn't know who was qualified to be the boss of this woman in front of him.
"Of course, and you have already met him." The woman of unknown origin sighed. "He killed the next batch of servant candidates that your boss is still training, and it seems that he is about to kill all the servants in this round. So if your boss wakes up, with his temper, there will definitely be a fight between him and my boss. This is also the scene that the person who arranged all of this wants to see."
"This …" The old man was speechless. He looked at Zhang Heng, who was trembling with the black python in the distant ocean. It seemed that he couldn't believe that this mythical creature in front of him actually had a mortal as her boss.
Although this mortal's strength had completely exceeded the old man's understanding, it seemed that he was not as strong as the woman in front of him.
"I can't reveal the specific reason to you. I can only say that he is far from showing his true strength now. Believe me, you don't want that to happen either," the woman of unknown origin said. The unknown woman said, "So, I came to the island to provide you with a peaceful option before things go out of control."
"You think too highly of me. I am just a guide who is not even a believer," the old man said. "I can't influence its decision. I can only accept orders and complete them unconditionally."
"You are too modest. In my opinion, your position is much more important than those believers. There is a small garden in the center of the labyrinth, but the python doesn't appreciate flowers. So, it is obvious at a glance who this garden belongs to. Although the so-called servants have increased in strength and body size, and have learned to spit poisonous fog, it is limited by the body structure of snakes, and it is difficult for their intelligence level to be improved to a satisfactory level. Therefore, the stupid snake on the island is at best a tool or a weapon. You are the real brain that Jörmungandr left in the outside world. Only you can communicate with it and convey its orders. You are very important to it. "
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