Chapter 593 Teacher, you are really not a human being!

In the blue-gray hall, the figure on the throne looked like a human-shaped burnt offering.

He wore a silver-grey crown on his head, bathed in flames, and the flowing golden divinity condensed into lava waterfalls on his back, connected to the roots of the World Tree. Liquid dusk was wriggling under his pale skin, and star-like light would overflow from his seven orifices with every breath, solemn and sacred.

"How's that in the Iron Forest?"

Loen raised his hand to support his chin and looked at Holo who had come to the steps.

"It's relatively stable for now. There are dwarves, humans, and elves stationed there, plus the Valkyrie Corps from Asgard and the giants who have fled here. It won't be easy for the monsters outside that have been eroded by the black tide to attack."

Holo replied in a deep voice, then paused and added,

"However, food and mana consumption are a big problem."

Lorne nodded slightly to show his understanding.

If the environment is suitable, it will not consume too much energy. But now the Iron Forest is facing the double attack of Eternal Night and Black Tide, the environment is extremely harsh, and the survivors of the Land of Fire, the Land of Mist, and the Land of Giants have all moved to the courtyard, so the consumption of the border has naturally increased exponentially.

After a brief thought, Loen made the arrangements:

"Let the old and weak giants retreat to Vanaheim. There are abundant resources there and they can temporarily feed these big eaters. You can draw up a charter for the specific arrangements and then hand it over to Skadi and Freya to execute."

"The mountain giants and frost giants are fine, but the fire giants don't seem to recognize Skadi as their queen."

"Then send them to Heathland and let them shine."

There is no doubt that this is a verb in the real sense.

"Okay, I'll do it right away!"

Holo nodded excitedly and walked out of the hall humming a tune.

She dared to be picky when begging for food. She had long been dissatisfied with those fire giants, so she packed up all the unruly troublemakers and sent them here as consumables to relieve her father's pressure.

In fact, the more troublemakers there are, the happier she is.

After all, it is not an easy task to fight against the entire Nordic Age of Gods on one's own.

Outside the door, Holo looked at the world tree burning like a torch and the figure immersed in darkness in the temple, and a hint of gloom flashed across her eyes.

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As soon as Holo left, Galadriel hurried into the temple.

"Sir, many of the ancient trees in the Golden Sea of Trees have become diseased, and some of the elven warriors who were originally buried have been resurrected by the dark power underground, causing considerable trouble."

"As I recall, the tradition of the elves is tree burial? Their bodies were sealed in the ancient trees of the Golden Sea of Trees?"

"right!"

"The cause may be the elves who died after being exposed to the Black Tide. Change the way of handling the bodies and try to use cremation. As for the diseased ancient trees, let Frey, the god of abundance, and Warner's Said wizard take a look. If they can be saved, then save them. If they can't be saved, they need to be removed immediately."

"Okay, I'll do it right away."

Galadriel nodded in agreement and turned to leave.

A bottle of crystal dew containing floral, fruity and honey scents, exuding a rich breath of life, which can restore physical strength and soothe the spirit was left in place.

Then, the dwarf princess Iden came with the dwarf craftsmen to report:

"According to your instructions, we have rebuilt the border defenses of various countries and connected them into a whole to jointly resist the invasion of the black tide. In addition, the repair work of the Rainbow Bridge has been completed. Now, as long as you give an order, the armies of various countries can reach the problematic areas as quickly as possible and fill the gaps."

"Well, very well done. Let's allocate some manpower to build some armor for the armed giants. It would be best if it could help them isolate themselves from the erosion of the black tide."

"I'll do it right away!"

Eden nodded quickly and put down the basket in his hand.

The apples in the basket emit a golden-red glow and a sweet scent, and their appearance is 70% to 80% similar to the apples of our youth.

This is a new product she cultivated in the Ten Thousand Year Garden based on her experience in raising sacred trees after the incident with the World Tree.

Although the effect is not as good as before, it is better than nothing.

After the dwarf princess left, Freya and Brunhilde came in one after another and reported on the situation of the two major gods, Vanir and Aesir.

As gods with better physiques and at the higher levels of the World Tree, they did not encounter any difficult problems.

I just wanted to take advantage of the break between work reports to check on Loen's condition.

Because since the arrival of eternal night, the Lord of the Atrium has never left this temple.

Similarly, the two also brought their own gifts.

One is Vanir's secret dew with the divinity of life, and the other is Asgard's mead of poets.

Like the previous items, both have the function of restoring magic power and stabilizing the mind.

Luo En nodded and accepted it. Looking at the two people who had not left yet, he frowned and asked:

"Anything else?"

"We want to take some time and manpower to hold a funeral..."

Brunhilde and Freya were a little embarrassed, but they had to convey this message.

The protagonist of this funeral was naturally the Queen of Vanir, the Queen of Aesir.

Luo En understood and nodded in agreement:

"Okay, I'll let Holo and Skadi take over the garrison, you guys just go ahead and do your job."

Brunhilde and Freya breathed a sigh of relief and hurried back to Asgard to report.

After seeing off the last group of audience members today, Loen's straight back hunched over, and he sat down on the throne exhausted:

"Where's Odin? How is he?"

"Not very good, and he locked himself up in the Golden Palace."

Urd's figure emerged from the darkness, with Belldandy and Shikoti following behind her.

Arriving at the steps, Shi Koti couldn't help but add:

"And when we met, he kept asking us if there was any way to turn back time, resurrect the dead, or something like that."

"So, is there?"

"The deaths of Frigga and Balder were caused by the intervention of the Father God himself. If we can solve the problem, why would we be afraid of him?"

“That’s right.”

Lorne nodded and looked at the three Norn goddesses who were also pale.

"How about you? How are your injuries recovering?"

"fine."

Belldandi just opened his mouth in a gentle voice, but because he spoke too hard, he couldn't help coughing violently.

At the same time, silver-gray cracks began to spread from her chest to her limbs, making her and the world around her feel broken.

Upon seeing this, Shikoti and Urd quickly activated their divine power and barely suppressed the abnormality in Bellandi's body, and helped her sit down on the steps.

In the battle of Muspelheim, the three goddesses of Norn finally faced their father god, Orlaug.

Although they successfully destroyed the giant king Laufey who was chosen as the vessel and prevented the father god Orlaug from coming, the powerful collision of divinity between each other also caused serious injuries to the three goddesses of Norn.

Especially Belldandy who is in charge of the [present].

If it weren't for Urd and Skodil's desperate efforts to share the burden, this goddess of the present would probably have been as shattered as the current Norse God Age.

Of course, the counterattack of the three goddesses of Norn at the critical moment was not completely in vain.

At least, before the Mandate of the Norse Gods was exhausted, Orlaug could not come and reap the harvest from the fields of Northern Europe.

"We should attack Balder directly and destroy the roots of the World Tree. That old man is not even pretending and has no intention of leaving us any chance of survival!"

Shikoti cursed, her pretty face full of resentment.

Luo En comforted him, "This only means that he is anxious and feels threatened by us. So, on the bright side, we are not without a chance of winning."

Then he looked at Urd:

"Any news from the sea?"

"not yet."

"What about Albion's Tomb?"

“I can’t get in touch with you either.”

Urd shook his head and explained helplessly,

"The turmoil brought about by the Battle of Muspelheim was too severe. Not only was the world wall of the entire Nordic Age of Gods broken, the laws were thrown into chaos, and the original spatial coordinates were all destroyed."

Upon hearing this, Luo En frowned.

Is it because of this reason that the Celtic reinforcements failed to arrive in time?

After a short rest, Belldandy stood up and asked:

"What now?"

"Wait a little longer."

Luo En answered in a deep voice, glanced at Vivian beside him, and said without hesitation,

"With her here, Morgan and Morgause should not sit idly by. Perhaps they were just delayed by some unexpected event."

Belldandi glanced at the burning World Tree and looked at Lorne on the throne with some concern:

"Can you hold on like this?"

"Isn't there still Vivian?"

Loen patted his beloved disciple on the shoulder, with a friendly and bright smile on his face.

When Vivian heard this, her face turned green.

Now she finally understood why she was dressed up like this and had to bear the title of "Holy Maiden of Fire". She had to contribute a portion of her divine blood and divinity to the temple every day, which would be integrated into the World Tree to maintain the burning of the holy fire.

"After all this time, you are using me as a wick to extend the life of the Nordic Gods?!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I am bringing you into this family."

Lorne smiled and spoke with a sincere tone.

"We are all so familiar with each other now. What's yours and mine? What's the difference between Nordic and Celtic? They are all the same..."

The Nordic and Celtic wicks use two wicks together, which not only prolongs the burning time, but also twists them into a rope.

Once the Nordic countries face a life-and-death crisis, the Celts will inevitably have a corresponding resonance.

Even though they are thousands of miles away, Morgan and Morgause will definitely lend a helping hand and help them through the difficult times.

Vivian hesitated for a moment and asked cautiously:

"What if they don't come?"

"You go first, I'll follow, and we'll be a family in the next life."

"So, in order to extend the life of the Nordic countries, you have to squeeze me dry first?"

"In order to join this family, you will definitely have to make some sacrifices. But don't worry, I have paved the way for you."

Loen took his beloved disciple's hand, pushed him to the throne, and personally put the crown on him.

The runes suddenly turned into chains of confinement, and a strong suction feeling instantly came from the roots of the World Tree wrapped around the throne. Vivian shuddered instantly, as if someone had sucked a bite of a cake. Her face became listless and her body almost became transparent.

"teacher……"

"Um?"

Lorne blinked and made a listening gesture.

Vivian took a deep breath and cursed in a trembling voice:

"You are not a human being!"

Loen was stunned, then looked at his palm and fell into thought.

Do I need to prove that I am a descendant of God?

After reconsolidating his identity, Lorne patted Vivian's shoulder expectantly.

"Work hard and carry it for me for two more days."

Looking at the unscrupulous mentor who turned around and walked down the steps to share mead and apples of youth with the three goddesses of Norn, Vivian, lying dead on the throne, revealed tears of humiliation and unspeakable grief in her eyes.

When will this day end?

Where are Morgan and Morgause? Save them!

(End of this chapter)