"Say, is the ex-husband coming after you for revenge too?" Su Ming stroked his beard, looked at the ferocious Doppler, and asked Odin, "I thought the Aesir had extremely high toxin resistance by nature. He wasn't killed by that snake, was he?"
Odin sighed. Deathstroke was practically a ghost—there was nothing he did not know.
Since he had done it, there was no reason not to admit it. Though it had been a mistake from his youth, the All-Father's wisdom allowed him to view the past rationally.
He felt neither regret nor guilt. The past only taught him to avoid making the same mistakes again, so from then on, he had never killed anyone else over a woman.
His aged, hoarse voice spoke. Blood still stained the cracked corners of his mouth as he raised a hand and wiped them clean.
"Indeed, not by the snake. But there was once a Hawk living among the mountains of Alfheim. Its wingspan was thirty meters, as vast as a Dragon's. It possessed tremendous strength and unmatched cunning, and it happened to love eating snakes. Every day, it stood atop the mountains and searched the entire realm for snakes. If it saw someone walking around with one..."
There was no need to say anything more.
There were many ways for an eagle to eat a venomous snake, but if the eagle was enormous, it would not refuse to take an extra bite of meat along with it.
"No wonder the ex-husband came to settle the score with you. He must hate you to death." Su Ming tried not to laugh as he planted the greatsword into the ground and rested an arm atop its pommel. "You really knew how to have fun when you were young. Eagle Execution? That really was an impressive