A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Chapter 1075 The Unchangeable Fate

"Ah~~~"

Fenrir yawned, opened his eyes lazily, and stretched his body comfortably with a sleepy look.

In the dream just now, it seemed to dream that it had become stronger, stepped on Aizen, punched Ulquiola, and returned all the torture it had suffered to those two bastards.

The scene in the dream makes it linger.

It was even a little bit reluctant, it was over so soon, and it had prepared hundreds of tortures, intending to give Aizen a try one by one.

"Wake up?"

A familiar voice drifted into Fenrir's ears.

Swish!

Fenrir shuddered instantly, and immediately woke up. Turning his head and seeing Lord's half-smile expression, his hair stood on end immediately, and a chill spread from the tail to the Tianling Gai.

It... fell asleep!

!

Lord had told him to do his best to guard it before, but he just fell asleep like this? !

It's over!

Absolutely dead!

"I'm sorry, master!"

Fenrir directly slid the shovel and came to Lord's feet, almost buried his head in the ground, dripping with cold sweat: "I didn't fall asleep on purpose, just now... I don't know What's going on, I suddenly fell asleep, Master, you can punish me as much as you want, don't tell Lord Aizen!"

joke......

If Lan Ran knows about this, he will be designated to chop it into a meat paste and send it to Killian.

"Okay, it's not your fault."

Lord touched Fenrir's head, but he didn't blame Fenrir too much, after all, this matter has nothing to do with it: "Get up, I'll ask you a few questions, you answer me honestly, this time is over gone."

"Yes, thank you master. Your kindness and tolerance are like a great world tree, nourishing every subject. No matter what you want to ask, your humble servant Fenrir will do his best to tell you the answer .” Fenrir heaved a sigh of relief, and offered a sycophant by the way.

"Do you know Urd?" Lord asked.

"Of course I do. Urd is the elder sister of the three goddesses of fate. They were the first to pass on the prophecy of Ragnarok."

Fenrir seemed to be no stranger, and continued: "However, very few people have seen them. Except for the god kings of the past, the three goddesses of destiny have never shown up in front of outsiders. Even I have never seen them. They are a group of chattering guys. , a lot of people hate them."

Hmm...he agrees with that.

It's hard not to be annoying to a group of people who chatter and talk all day long.

"Then do you know the poem of fate?" Lord asked again.

However, after hearing the "Poetry of Destiny", Fenrir's eyes flashed with anger, and he did not hide it at all, revealing a strong hatred and resentment: "Master, I dare to ask, where did you know that Poetry of Destiny?"

Judging by this reaction, it seems a bit hidden.

Lord rubbed his chin, shook the withered yellow leaves in his hands, and said, "While you were sleeping, Uld appeared and said that he would give me a poem of fate for Orlaug."

Regarding this matter, he did not intend to hide it.

Reading this poem of fate made his brain ache, and he couldn't understand what was being said in it.

Since Fenrir knows the inside story, he can show it, maybe he can analyze some prophecies about the poem of fate.

On the withered and yellow leaves, lines of dark golden handwriting loomed, exuding a certain charm, like an uncertain destiny.

Fenrir, who had seen it once before, could recognize it at a glance. It was the "Poetry of Destiny"!

"Sure enough...it's a poem of destiny!"

Fenrir was shocked, the wolf's face showed a look of horror, Tong Kong trembled slightly: "Master...you may...be in trouble!"

"How to say?"

Hearing this, Lord frowned.

"If it's just a prophecy of fate, usually there is only one sentence, or a few simple words."

Fenrir suppressed his shock and explained: "But the poem of fate is different. It indicates the direction of the future. It is a combination of multiple fates, and finally leads to a certain result."

"You may not know that since the birth of the goddess of fate, there has only been one poem of fate."

"That's... Ragnarok!"

"It symbolizes the end of the gods, a series of great disasters, a lost war, and an inescapable fate."

"Oh, it doesn't seem so accurate."

After hearing this, Lord smiled lightly, shook his head, and said, "Ragnarok is not destiny, it's just a few immortals who want to steal the origin of the world tree."

It seems that the so-called Goddess of Destiny is nothing more than a show.

"No, master, you are wrong."

Fenrir shook his head, and said heavily: "No matter what the reason is, no matter how powerful the external force intervenes, Ragnarok cannot stop it. It cannot be manipulated by some people. If you think about it carefully, if it can really be manipulated , is that fate...or fate?"

Lord was taken aback.

It seems to be so.

In other words, with the ability of the three ancestors, can they really manipulate Ragnarok?

"I don't know who you are talking about, who can manipulate Ragnarok, but...have you ever seen, who prevented Ragnarok?" Fenrir asked.

"No...no."

Lord's heart was heavy.

Stop Ragnarok?

Even the Rune King Thunder God couldn't completely stop Ragnarok, it just changed a way and bypassed it cleverly.

The Rune King, Thunder God, stole the origin of the world and reached the five founding gods, second only to the existence of the Tribunal of Life!

Ragnarok, which even she couldn't stop, could be controlled by the third ancestor?

"Master, what matters in fate is not the process, but the final result."

Fenrir said in a deep voice: "It's like me. Before Asgard was destroyed, I was immortal, because the cause of Ragnarok was me. Without me, there would be no Ragnarok. This is the power of destiny."

"what do you mean......"

After being silent for a while, Lord said in a slightly dignified tone, "The content of the poem of destiny cannot be changed?"

Facing Lord's gaze, Fenrir suddenly felt his hairs stand on end, as if some kind of terror had descended. The two tremblingly lowered their heads and said tremblingly: "Just... normally, fate The poem... is absolutely unalterable."

Lord was silent.

"But...but!"

Fenrir was terrified, because Lorde's eyes seemed to be getting more and more terrifying, and he said hastily: "Master, you are such a powerful being, you can definitely change your destiny, and the poem of destiny only appeared twice, saying Maybe it won't work this time!"

Lord ignored it.

Picking up the withered yellow leaf, lines of dark golden writing came into his eyes again.

He seemed to have vaguely guessed what the prophecies in two paragraphs were referring to.

'The Messenger in Black', if I guessed correctly, should refer to Nyarlathotep.

'Two identical white flowers' should be an allusion to him and Karl who are fused with twin flowers.

And the sacred tree...

It should be referring to the origin of everything, the supreme divinity—the "Double Sacred Tree" that triggered the battle of heaven and was contested by God and the outer gods.

"Slowly withering and withering..."

Lord was talking to himself, reading one of the prophecies, his eyes narrowed slightly: "The meaning of this sentence is that we... will all die?"