At No. 22's words, the four Asgardian gods all turned curious eyes on Lin Qiye.
"A Prophecy Art that toys with gods?" Vidar seemed to think of something, his eyes narrowing slightly.
At the same time, Lin Qiye quickly realized what was happening, his expression turning extremely grim.
He seemed to know what No. 22 was trying to do.
"Miles, was it?" The God of War Tyr pondered for a moment. "Where is the God of Prophecy and Magic, Merlin, whom you represent?"
"The old man has already gone off in pursuit of the truth of the world. He probably isn't on Earth." Lin Qiye answered truthfully.
"Good."
Tyr took a step forward and seized Lin Qiye's shoulder, his hand clamping down on him like an iron vise!
Surging divine might poured into Lin Qiye's body, leaving him instantly unable to move. Dense beads of sweat slid down from his brow as he instinctively tried to resist with the pressure of the Seraph and other gods, only to restrain himself in time.
"Tyr, what are you doing?" Thor frowned at the sight.
"After Odin's allegiance to the Cthulhu Gods was exposed and he fled, Mother lost control of her mind and sealed herself inside the palace, ignoring all outside affairs. Other than the Three Goddesses, Asgard has no other gods capable of prophecy.
"The Three Goddesses have always remained neutral. They will not interfere in our conflict with Loki, nor will they make prophecies for us...
"This boy's Prophecy Arts come from Merlin, the Progenitor of Prophecy. He appears capable of foreseeing the movements of gods to a certain extent. That is far too important to us right now."
Tyr spoke slowly.
Thor opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something more, but after hesitating for a long