Chapter 592: Lao Luo's Favor Is Not Over Yet

Atrium, Iron Forest.

The inky darkness of the night permeated everywhere, and black mud like asphalt flowed across the devastated ice field, submerging the corpses of dwarves, elves, humans, giants, and even gods.

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As the giant feet fell, the wreckage of several floating battleships completely shattered. Dozens of deformed monsters, accompanied by the sound of sticky and slippery waves, passed through the dead woods and came to a towering high wall.

There, there is a fresh breath of life.

Instinct told them that this was a delicious delicacy.

However, just as a few monsters in the night poked their heads forward, ready to look for hidden prey and satisfy their appetite, several arcs of frost-blue light flew out from behind the battlements.

The monsters' huge heads and deformed bodies exploded, turning into scattered ice chips that fell to the ground.

The black tide surging on the ground was also frozen, forming various twisted and bizarre shapes.

Shaking off the frost on her body, Holo frowned as she looked at the thick darkness outside the Iron Forest.

Seven days have passed since the end of the God War in Muspelheim.

Although the giant king Laufey, the culprit, was successfully defeated, the aftermath of the turmoil continued to affect the Nordic world, and even caused earth-shaking changes in the environment and geographical features of the entire Age of Gods.

Holo looked up at the sky:

Thunderbolts turned into black amber, the remains of stars scabbed in the clouds, and the aurora was frozen into a suspended cobalt blue network of blood vessels. The former sun collapsed into a lightless black hole, and the withered branches of the world tree were piercing its edge. The magnificent coronas of the past condensed into asphalt-like tentacles, devouring all the light and warmth around them in a deformed posture. Hideous cracks meandered on the surface of the sky, as if leading directly to the abyss. Dark colloids continued to drip from the cracks, and solidified into reverse-growing crystal clusters when they fell to the ground.

Then she turned her gaze to the earth again:

The sea surface stood up with pale ice teeth, and the waves were frozen into an upside-down sword tomb while maintaining their charging posture, which was daunting. The animals, plants and warships that failed to evacuate were frozen into ice-blue crystal clusters, becoming eternal paintings. In the biting cold wind, the iron tools wailed and curled up into embryos, and the flame spirits leaping in the fire pond grew ice crystal shells, regurgitating the last heat into silver mice that gnawed on memories. The black mud tide gushed out from the three fallen worlds of the Fire Kingdom, the Mist Kingdom and the Giant Kingdom, swallowing up all the warmth and freshness along the way, and repeatedly attacking the Iron Forest.

In the dense darkness, transformed giants dragged their deformed and bloated bodies around and hunted. Even if they died, the poisonous blood in their bodies would continue to corrode the vitality of the earth, leaving behind residual poison that was difficult to clean up, just like walking cancer cells.

And the dying patient is naturally the entire Nordic Age of Gods.

With the death of Balder, the eternal day prophesied by the Aesir shattered into a pathological dusk.

Glory or dawn may never come.

At this moment, what awaits this world is only death...

“A-choo!”

A loud sneeze behind him interrupted Holo's meditation. Ciri rubbed her red nose and led a team of Viking warriors on duty and said:

"Lord Holo, please take a rest. We will be guarding here."

Holo turned around and looked at the people shivering in the cold wind, with frost on their eyebrows and hair, and couldn't help but hesitate:

"Can you do it?"

"Don't worry, this little bit of snow and wind won't freeze us to death."

Xili patted his chest and smiled.

"Even though the sun is gone, we can still make a fire. And this isn't the first time we've encountered such awful weather. We can't be so hypocritical!"

As if infected by the optimism in the words of the Queen of Cintra, Holo's gloomy mood was instantly swept away.

That’s right!

Without the light from heaven, they still have the fire from earth!

Holo turned her head and looked behind her.

On the Heath Island, a giant burning tree penetrates the sky and the earth, replacing the lost sun, moon and stars, becoming a new source of light, dispelling the eternal night and the dark tide, and continuing to illuminate and warm the world.

——The World Tree, Yggdrasil!

Holo whispered the torch's real name, and the face that was engraved deep in her memory emerged in her mind.

Seven days ago, eternal night fell.

The shadow of Ragnarok gnaws at the sky, and all life in the Nine Realms is immersed in the fear of doomsday.

Until a figure entered the dying world tree, ignited the divine flame, brought new light, and kept the eternal night and the dark tide outside the Iron Forest, thus preserving the last pure land for survival for the lives of the nine realms.

——Bader, the Son of Light?

——If you die, you die.

The atrium is not Asa and Warner, and has never pinned its ambition of crossing the twilight on such an illusory thing.

This is their hope!

Their light!

Holo smiled, waved to summon a Frostwolf chariot, then jumped off the high wall and headed straight for Heath Island.

The closer you get to here, the more obvious the warmth and light become.

The remaining roots of Yggdrasil are deeply embedded in the cage of the earth's core, burning the accumulated black tide upwards, bursting out with a fiery roar.

This giant tree that penetrated the nine realms began to emit light and heat from its crown. Each branch turned into a rolling golden-red star cluster, tearing the eternal night into three thousand fiery cracks, allowing the Aesir Realm to break free from the dark sky and return to the embrace of light.

What gushed out from the cracks in the bark was not sap, but solidified divine light, which melted into liquid amber when it fell, igniting the ice on the sea surface and bringing new life to the forests and oceans of Vanaheim.

The flames played the song of creation between the tree rings. The bronze veins appeared inside the dying charred trunks of the Twin Sacred Trees of the Elf Kingdom. It was the molten divine power surging through the tree veins, giving it new life.

The flock of firebirds living on the seventh branch swooped down, and when their tail feathers swept across the frozen ground of the Dwarf Kingdom, the permafrost cracked, the mountains thawed, and the fires that the Dwarves relied on for survival were successfully ignited, allowing them to continue to produce and live.

In the atrium, the burning trunk of the World Tree had collapsed into an incandescent vortex, drawing in the flames, light, thunder, and fragments of the thrones of the gods. The aurora condensed into an emerald crown outside the flames, reflecting the silhouette of a giant whale skeleton floating out of the sea to worship.

Seven days ago, when the first flame licked the ice wall at the edge of the world, the creatures of the Nine Realms realized that the catastrophe of the fall of the God of Light was not the end of the world. The embryo of hope will eventually be born from the ashes of the past.

"Dad, I'm back!"

As soon as the chariot came to a complete stop, Holo jumped off nimbly and rushed into the temple wrapped in roots and vines under the World Tree, like a canine creature that had successfully completed its stroll and returned home to have fun.

However, as soon as she entered the front hall, she was stopped by a graceful figure who raised her hand.

The other person was wearing a silver robe woven from mist, with the folds flowing with the sheen of freshly melted snow, and the hem of her skirt rippled with translucent light as it dragged on the ground, as if a thousand moon butterflies were fluttering their wings at the same time. Her hair was a waterfall spun from star sand and morning dew, and the beads hanging from her forehead were strung together from solidified prayers, each of which sealed the unburned dusk.

The eye-covering ribbon was stained with pale golden morning light, casting a soft shadow of butterfly bone on the bridge of the nose, and tied at the end were two crystal lilies of the valley - traces of runes were engraved inside, and when shaking with breathing, it would leak out tiny rainbow lights. In the depression of the clavicle, there lived a spiral residual fire that never went out, burning the necklace inlaid with purple fluorite into a flowing liquid star.

As she walked among the ashes, the charred black particles around her turned into glowing dandelions in her palms. The double layer of silk wrapped around her wrists flickered, revealing the odes of Edda embroidered on the inside. Whenever the bonfire in the temple leaped, the ancient words turned into silver-scaled fish, circling around her fingertips to form a circle of blessings.

This scene is like a fire saint serving the gods at a sacrificial site.

"The teacher is taking a break. Please stop and don't make any noise."

Hearing the reminder, Holo stopped sprinting angrily and asked:

"When will Dad wake up?"

"have no idea."

The woman shook her head, her cheeks covered with a silver ribbon, making it impossible to see her expression.

Holo was a little curious and waved her hand in front of the other person's eyes:

"As I recall, you're not blind? Why are you wearing this?"

The corners of Vivian's mouth twitched slightly, and her elegant and serious temperament was suddenly replaced by a strong resentment.

You think I want to?

It's your father's order!

They told me to adapt to the local customs and gave me a set of Nordic style local clothes. In order to hide my identity, I had to cover my eyes and not show my real face to anyone.

Seeing that the other party did not answer, Holo could not help but ask:

"By the way, what's your name?"

"I have no name, only a mission, to ensure that the flame of the temple does not go out."

"What happens if it goes out?"

Your father will kill you...

Vivian secretly complained in her heart, and the resentment in her became stronger.

This resentment was not only directed at her teacher, but also at her two sisters.

It had been seven days, and neither Morgan nor Morgause had come to rescue her.

Although the teacher who invited her to visit Northern Europe didn't say anything, he looked at her in an increasingly subtle way recently, as if he was brewing some unscrupulous thoughts.

If she continued like this, she suspected that sooner or later her teacher would use her as a target of vengeance.

First XX, then XX.

Even if she could save her life during this period, when the destiny of Northern Europe was exhausted and entered the true twilight, she felt that given the teacher's unscrupulousness, he would definitely drag her down with him.

To take a step back, even if the teacher had a change of heart and didn't do anything to her, she herself probably wouldn't survive this so-called Ragnarok.

What teacher? What sister?

In the end, it’s all fake, none of them can be trusted!

Vivian sighed and complained in her heart.

"Holo? You're back?"

A deep voice came from the hall behind her. Vivian, who was muttering to herself, was startled and quickly stood at attention. She turned into the elegant and mysterious Holy Maiden of Fire again, opened the door, and respectfully welcomed Holo in.

(End of this chapter)