Pompeii—or rather, Odin—should not have come at this time.
According to the plan, he should have remained hidden in the shadows like a patient hunter, waiting for the right moment. First, he would fight his brothers and sisters, devour their blood and bones, and seize the authority of more kings.
Only when the authorities of Sky and Wind, Earth and Mountain, Ocean and Water, and Bronze and Fire—the Four Great Kings—were gathered within him would he be qualified to come here and face that ultimate existence in battle.
But there was no helping it. The plan was already a complete mess.
Ever since the Evil God from beyond the heavens had bestowed its divine blood, the course of fate had been thrown into utter chaos. It was like a chessboard overturned from the middle, pieces rolling everywhere, black and white mixed together until no one could tell which was which.
Feathered Serpent God, Naga, He Xiaomeng, Pingyangzi—
These names should never have appeared on the stage, yet one after another, they had brazenly taken center stage and stirred up the winds and clouds of the world.
They had disrupted Odin's arrangements, leaving nearly all his plans impossible to carry out. Those meticulously designed traps and patiently woven nets had become a joke.
He had only managed to seize Norton's Dragon Bone Cross, and his own growth had fallen far short of expectations.
So he had no choice but to painfully kill the brother who shared his throne.
It had not been an easy decision.
Among all the Dragon Kings, the brother who shared the throne of "Sky and Wind" with him had been the person closest to him.
But Odin had no other choice. Either he devoured him, gained complete power, and became the true King of Sky and Wind;