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"Orlog... Destiny..."
Gu Mo made this speculation, and couldn't help but shake his head, feeling quite rueful about it.
He dared not claim this to be the truth, but if this speculation were correct, then so-called destiny would be truly terrifying, essentially a conclusion predestined long ago. Even those noble divine spirits, older than the universe and grander than the world, seem to be mere insects caught in a web, struggling valiantly yet unable to alter the impending outcome...
Who knows how the God King felt on the day of the Twilight of the Gods, seeing Loki, a brother with whom he once shared honeyed wine, angrily commandeering the Netherworld ship Nagilf, leading the giants to declare war on the gods...
What thoughts crossed his mind at that time?
As he sighed reflectively, at that moment, he suddenly felt a slight tremor, instantly raising his eyebrows.
