Chapter 589 Your sister is in my hands!

Nordic, underworld.

The goddess of death Hela stood in front of the door, looking at the setting sun sinking into the horizon, her expectant eyes dimmed once again.

Another day has passed...

The sword of the night sky emerged from his palm and swung back, and the newly added marks occupied the last remaining corner of the wall.

Hila turned her head and looked at the dense sword marks on the wall. She felt upset and swept the Night Sky Sword in her hand forward, and the entire wall broke into pieces.

"Even if you erase these, you can't change the reality you are facing: no one cares about you, they just treat you as a tool, coming and going at their request..."

"puff!"

The sword flashed past, and the obscure and low voice stopped abruptly.

Hila turned and looked outside the door. She looked at the black mud that was constantly wriggling and regrouping into a humanoid form, with a cold look in her eyes:

"How dare you come back!"

"You didn't come to me after waiting for so long, so I had no choice but to come to you."

The black mud was solidified, and the giant king with frost-blue skin walked into the palace gate with a hint of helplessness.

Hela sneered in response:

"What? You think I will help you? Don't dream!"

"No, you don't need to help me."

Lao Fei shook his head, with a meaningful smile on his face.

“You don’t need to help anyone…”

The deep voice created grey ripples in the air, disturbing the threads of fate and the hearts of all things.

What, do nothing?

Hela muttered to herself, her originally silent eyes flickering for a long time.

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The next day, early morning.

The Nordic army that was defeated in the last battle gathered again outside the Misty Forest.

Loen stood in the tent, looked at the leaders of the nine Nordic realms sitting around him, and asked again:

"Are you sure you want to give it a try?"

"Of course!"

The hot-tempered Aesir god Thor slammed the table and answered loudly,

"The three goddesses of Norn have already told us about the situation of the Celtic goddess of origin last night. She is not complete, but we are not without a chance! Brother, since you have a way, then lead us to charge again!"

"That's right, high risk means high reward!"

Holo, the wise wolf representing the Midgard, the elves, and the dwarves, spoke up immediately, with a sly smile on her pretty face.

"Besides, I believe that you never fight a battle without confidence, Dad."

Freya, the goddess of love who temporarily took over her father's position and managed the Vanir army, smiled and said:

"You saved our lives. We will do whatever you want us to do."

Hearing the ambiguity in those words, Skadi's face suddenly darkened, and he replied unwillingly:

"The same goes for us. The troops of Jotunheim are at your disposal!"

Luo En's eyes swept across the gods present and reminded them again:

"If you lose this battle, you will all die."

"Livestock will die, gods will die, loved ones will die, and you will die... All things in the world will end like this, but glorious deeds will never die!"

An old but sonorous voice came from outside the tent, responding with the "Hamavar Proverbs" which has been circulated in Northern Europe for a long time.

Then, a skinny figure lifted the curtain and strode into the tent.

Even though his face looked pale and bloodless and his breath was extremely weak, his posture was as straight as an ancient pine tree, exuding a sharpness as that of a knife or a sword.

The person who came was actually Odin, who was supposed to be lying in bed recuperating.

He looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on Lorne. He raised his hand and patted his blood brother's shoulder solemnly and expectantly:

"Give the order, Loki!"

After the explanations given by the three goddesses of Norn last night, Odin and the Norse gods have basically understood the current dilemma.

There are two roads.

First, admit defeat, return to the Tomb of Albion with your tail between your legs, and withdraw from the Celtic Age of Gods as soon as possible. Although this move can preserve strength as much as possible, no one can guarantee that the goddess of origin of the Tuatha de Danann will not lead her army to attack and cut off their retreat during the retreat.

Moreover, if they return in disgrace, they will have consumed a large amount of the destiny and spirituality of Northern Europe but gained nothing. Not to mention whether it is embarrassing or not, the predicted "Ragnarok" may come ahead of time.

Second, put the chips on the line and try again. The last battle proved that the goddess of origin was not invincible. At that time, Lorn, who was blessed by the three goddesses of Norn and the entire Valkyrie Army, was enough to fight the incomplete goddess of origin to a draw. If they raised the stakes and used the divinity and power of all the Nordic gods to protect Lorn, they might have a chance to turn defeat into victory.

By then, all problems can be solved, whether it is the shame of failure or the shadow of Ragnarok.

Because of this, the Norse gods, who are full of adventurous and martial spirit in their bones, unanimously agreed to return to the Misty Forest and fight again with the god of origin of the Tuatha de Danann.

Seeing that it was passed unanimously and even Odin himself came to the platform with a seriously injured body, Loen naturally had no reason to refuse.

"Well then, everyone, let's begin preparing for the great sacrifice!"

He raised his hand and waved, and the leaders of the nine Nordic realms immediately stood up, filed out of their tents, and quickly headed to their respective camps to prepare for the tasks they had received.

As the gods left, Odin, who was standing in the tent, could not help but hunch his back, with a trace of fatigue on his face.

After all, it was a direct attack from the God of Origin. Although he withstood it, it was still a little difficult for him to move vigorously.

"Why don't you rest in your room?" Lorne showed his concern while helping the other person sit down.

Odin took a sip of hot tea and replied, "I can't lie down peacefully. I don't know why, but I always feel uneasy."

Then, he paused and looked at his blood brother:

"Besides, there is no one among the Aesir who is more suitable than me to preside over the great sacrifice."

"You don't have to come in person, Thor can do it too."

"That won't do! I made this mistake myself, so I have to bear the consequences myself!"

Odin answered solemnly, and then a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"If I had listened to your advice, the situation wouldn't have deteriorated to this point."

"Good fortune and bad fortune go hand in hand. If you and Njord hadn't tested the depth of the Goddess of Origin, I wouldn't have the courage to come back."

Hearing the comfort from Lorne, Odin felt much better. He patted his blood brother on the shoulder and laughed loudly:

"Well, you will be the banker in this battle. Bet everything on our behalf, wash away our shame, and win the victory!"

After saying this, Odin strode out of the tent and headed towards the camp of the Aesir.

Looking at the figure walking away, Loen shook his head secretly.

Want to win?

Sorry, I'm going to play a draw this time.

Neither the Tuatha de Danaan nor the Norse gods will win a superficial victory in this war.

Because only when the two sides are evenly matched and in a dilemma can they have a basis for cooperation and step down from the common step.

This is the scene Morgan and I rehearsed last night.

And once all this is done, and all the power from the Tuatha de Danann and the Norse gods is gathered, the real test will come.

"Let's go, the ceremony is about to begin."

Hearing Belldandi's reminder, Loen came to his senses and followed the three goddesses of Norn to the sacrificial site.

At this moment, all the gods gathered.

Nine birch stakes soaked in whale oil pierced the wasteland, and a circular bonfire turned the mist outside the Misty Forest into a flock of circling crows. Under the leadership of their respective leaders, the creatures of the nine realms of Northern Europe, including the Asir, Vanir, humans, elves, dwarves, and giants, took up their weapons, cut their palms, and let the blood drip into the magic circle engraved with runes at their feet.

The moment the blood drop merged into the ground, Odin threw Gungnir, the eternal spear in his hand, towards the altar.

The tip of the spear was inserted into the core of the magic circle, reflecting the shadow of the world tree, absorbing all sacrifices and blessings, and constructing a unified divine whole.

Then, the guardian god Heimdall gathered his strength and blew the Galarhorn in his hand. The storm that echoed in Valhalla crushed all the bonfires around, making the world where the Norse people lived dark, reflecting the scene of doomsday.

At the same time, the three goddesses of Norn stepped forward together:

"The sun is about to set, and the fire is about to go out.

I call out here to rekindle the flame!

Your spine is cast with violence, your muscles are tempered by the sky, and your armor is glazed with the bitter tears of the enemy chieftain.

You dash between fire and light, and give battle to the brave, and the scaffold of rotten stone to slay the ants.

——Hold the eternal victory blade in your hand and pierce the handle of the defeated one!

——My God, come!”

When three voices fell, thousands more voices rose:

"My God, come!"

The blood beads on the ground burned violently in the air, turning into balls of sparks that flowed towards the figure in the center of the three-bend branch magic circle. The flames gathered into light behind it, illuminating the entire dead black world.

Looking at the dazzling and warm light, all the Norse gods present were dazzled and their faces were full of fanaticism.

Loen slowly opened his eyes, felt the divine power boiling like magma in his body, and his power increased several times, and nodded with satisfaction.

The next moment, the flaming sword appeared in his palm.

With a gentle wave, the golden-red flames instantly dispersed the projection of Ragnarok above the altar and the mist that had lingered in the Misty Forest for years, and with one strike, they shattered the four holy spear light curtains outside the fairy city.

“Boom!”

The thunderous roar reached up to the sky and down to the underworld, and the entire Celtic Age of Gods was shaking violently.

Even Avalon, the legendary eternal paradise isolated from the rest of the world, was affected.

The stars on the island were falling, the lake was surging, and the holy silver tree in the center that maintained the barrier was wailing.

The gods of Tuatha Danu who were recuperating in this tomb suddenly woke up, and their faces changed drastically after noticing the changes outside.

Damn, those Nordic barbarians are back!

"Where's the Mother Goddess? Ask her to help!"

Nuada rushed to the Silver Branch Tree and called out to Morgan and Morgause.

However, the two lake fairies shook their heads and sighed helplessly:

"It's useless. It's only been a day since the Mother Goddess last attacked, and she hasn't recovered yet. Moreover, the aura outside seems to be stronger than before. Even if we forcibly awaken the Mother Goddess now, it may not be able to stop the Nordic army."

"How is this possible?"

Nuada was somewhat incredulous, and the surrounding gods of Danu were also stunned.

Even if their mother goddess is not complete, she is also an [Origin]. How could those Nordic barbarians outside have the power to fight against her?

"Great Sacrifice! The Nordic people launched a great sacrifice! They concentrated the world's will and divine power possessed by all into one person!"

Scathach and the three fairy knights who came hurriedly to report the news told the whole story.

When the Tuatha Danu gods heard this, their faces became uncertain.

All are united as one; when one prospers, all prosper; when one suffers, all suffer.

Those Nordic barbarians outside are going to fight to the death!

"boom!!"

The violent shaking was heard again, and most of the Holy Spear light curtain outside the Fairy City disintegrated.

If an attack of this magnitude were to occur again, the outer defense system would completely collapse, and Avalon Island would float up and lose all protection.

"What now?"

Ruge was very anxious and turned to ask Nuada.

As the leader, Nuada looked at the panicked Tuatha de Danu, made up his mind, gritted his teeth and said:

"We will also perform the Great Sacrifice and fight those Nordic barbarians!"

After hearing this, the gods of Dana responded loudly.

The Tuatha de Danann was able to stand firm in the Celtic Age of Gods after wandering and several major invasions, and it was not because of weakness or concession.

If we don't let them live, then the other party won't have an easy life either!

"Don't worry, my elder sister and I will use the [Regression Theorem] of Avalon Island to preserve your spirituality and lead you back home in the future!"

After hearing Morgan's guarantee, the somewhat hesitant Danaan gods no longer had any concerns and all agreed to join the great sacrifice.

Morgan and Morgause stood together under the Silver Tree and chanted poems of praise:

"Using the Albion vein as a string, the Star Anvil pierces the crystal coffin in the lake;

The red dragon wrapped in the Celtic star chain——

Thy fangs shall rent the mists of Avalon,

Thy breath shall melt the old covenant of Britain!

The sharp edge of the holy spear Longomyniad recasts the dragon's spine here.

The starlight and the oath flow once again in the foundation of Londinium!"

The Tuatha de Danaan cut their palms, drew spells with their divine blood, and turned themselves into sacrifices, announcing loudly:

"We admit it!"

As soon as the words fell, the figures turned into divine light streams and sank to the bottom of the lake. Like golden life veins, they filled the blurry figure in the crystal coffin inch by inch.

"boom!!!"

The vibration came for the third time, and the Holy Spear Light Curtain completely collapsed, exposing the entire fairy city to the Nordic army.

At the same time, a brilliant golden light gushed out from the city and condensed in mid-air into the Goddess of Origin with a crown on her head and silver armor on her body.

When our eyes meet, there is no need to say more.

The two gods, who were entrusted with all their hopes by both camps, slowly raised their hands and jointly launched the strongest attack against the enemy:

"——Holy Lance, pull up the anchor!"

"——Everything will be destroyed!"

Levatin's blade drew a red track in the void, and the rune chain condensed from the lava wrapped around the spear like a giant snake. The thirteen spiral light patterns of the holy spear unfolded synchronously, forming a geometric cage above the goblin city - the light of Rongomyniad was fully devouring the doomsday fire that was sweeping in.

The sword and the spear collided, and the last stardust of Midgard fell on the dark red blade. The prophesied dusk black flame suddenly collapsed into a miniature black hole. In the folds of space that the holy spear passed through, the shadow of the city-state of Camelot emerged: the red dragon scales bound by King Arthur with star chains were now pulsating violently at the sword guard of Levadin.

The fierce collision of power and power, wind, thunder and fire, produced a magnificent scene before everyone's eyes:

When the divine light permeated the gun body and bloomed the projection of Avalon, the world tree guarded by the three goddesses of Norn emerged from the burning core of Levatin.

The Celtic red dragon and the Nordic world tree roared, and the aftermath of the shock played the chords of the Albion Covenant and the Edda epic!

Almost there…

Standing in the center of the storm, Loen glanced at a certain place in the fairy city from afar, nodded imperceptibly, and the power of the flaming sword in his hand gradually faded.

Similarly, the goddess Danu, who heard the call, slowly withdrew the holy spear Rongomyniad in her hand.

However, at this moment, a ball of magic fire suddenly rose from the shadow of the world tree projected above the Nordic army, and the branches and leaves burned violently. The three goddesses of Norn in the three-bend branch magic circle and the Nordic gods around the altar were struck by lightning and vomited golden blood together.

The resonance was interrupted, and Lorne in mid-air was unable to resist the power of the goddess Danu, and fell to the ground like a meteor.

"Quick, Apple of Youth!"

Holo hurriedly raised her hand, ready to use the healing relics from Northern Europe to help her adoptive father alleviate his injuries.

However, when the goddess of youth Eden took out the fruit basket and lifted the silk cloth on it, she only saw clumps of black flocs that were rapidly rotting and deteriorating.

Instantly, an unprecedented palpitation filled everyone's chest, and a terrible thought emerged in their minds.

——Something big happened in Northern Europe!

"Retreat! Return to Albion's Tomb!"

Loen staggered to his feet from the pit and gave a decisive order.

The confused Norse gods nodded quickly and retreated to the fleet on the sea like a tide.

On the one hand, something unexpected happened in Northern Europe, and everyone had lost their will to fight;

On the other hand, without the support of the world's foundation, they would never be able to defeat the goddess of origin of the Celtic Age of Gods.

At this moment, there is no point in fighting any further. We can only retreat back to our homeland and make long-term plans.

Just as the Nordic army was about to take action, a golden light flew out from the fairy capital and landed on the wasteland.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, silver armor and holy spear, it was the Goddess of Origin.

The Norse gods felt like they were facing a formidable enemy when they saw this.

"You go first, I'll cover you!"

Loen drew out the flaming sword and spoke solemnly.

"But..." Odin, Thor, Freya, Holo and other Norse gods were very anxious.

"If I don't stay, none of you can leave!"

Lorne told the truth frankly.

Whether it is because of the PY transaction between him and Morgan, or because of his current strength, he is the only one who can stop the Celtic goddess of origin, and only he can clean up the current mess.

Having made up his mind, Lorne strode towards the goddess Danu in the wilderness and started fighting again with the Celtic mother of origin.

For various reasons, both sides had reservations, which gave Loen the opportunity to persist.

When the Norse gods saw this, they knew they could not intervene, so they could only grit their teeth and return to the ship and evacuate with the fleet as quickly as possible.

After holding on for several rounds, as the last sail disappeared from sight, Lorne swung his sword hard, deflecting the spear tip and looked at Morgan in the city.

At this moment, due to the unexpected change, a hint of unknown meaning appeared in the eyes of the witch.

I knew it...!

Luo En secretly complained in his heart, wiped the golden blood from the corner of his mouth, and moved his lips and teeth silently towards his good student:

"Vivian is in my hands..."

Morgan's eyelids twitched, and the fire in his eyes was suppressed again. He watched his teacher turn into a golden stream of light and disappear into the distant sky.

As this turbulent war of gods came to an end, the body of the goddess Danu began to flicker, and spider-web-like cracks began to spread and grow.

Sure enough, even if she integrated the divinity of the Tuatha de Danu gods, the Mother Goddess could not become a complete God of Origin, and she would need some time to adjust herself.

Morgan sighed, and together with her elder sister Morgause, she opened the wonderland of Avalon and guided the mother goddess Danu to go back into the crystal coffin at the bottom of the lake to hibernate.

The salty sea breeze blew through her hair. The witch stared at the direction where the Nordic fleet disappeared and the scarred world of the Age of Gods beneath her feet. Her flickering eyes became firm again.

Either Nordic or Celtic.

Next, it seems that there is only one way to go...

(End of this chapter)