Chapter 454 Father's Love is Like a Landslide
At this time, after continuous fierce fighting, Odin had successfully pierced the body of the Vanir magic goddess three times by relying on the "must-hit" feature of the eternal spear Gungnir.
But as long as Gungnir is drawn out, the damage suffered by Gulveig will heal quickly, and he will still be alive and kicking and casting spells, as if he is an immortal being.
Gradually, Odin could no longer hold on and wounds appeared all over his body.
Damn, what kind of monsters are those Vanir gods!
Odin cursed inwardly and became even more wary of these outsiders who had infiltrated Vanaheim.
"Their Said witchcraft seems to have integrated some kind of life force, thus shaping the characteristics of immortality. Cutting off the source of their divinity may be able to break it!"
Hearing the reminder from behind, Odin's expression changed, and the divine light in his one eye gathered, and the world in front of him suddenly changed:
Standing on the ridge of the field, Gullveig was like a torch burning in the dark night, emitting strong light and heat. Countless golden green light dusts were overflowing from the wheat fields, forests, rivers, and mountains, constantly gathering into his body, so that the light would never go out.
I see!
Odin was delighted, and the Spear of Eternity immediately drew traces of several runes such as [ ], [ ], [ ] in the air.
They represent sacred meanings such as [divinity], [flame], and [grave], and can effectively destroy the life force field formed by Gullveig using Said witchcraft.
“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!”
As bursts of explosions sounded around her, the magic goddess of Warner suddenly sensed that the vitality flowing to her was severely blocked. Her face changed slightly, and she looked at Lorne, who was supporting Odin from behind, with great fear.
I didn't expect that among the barbarians in Asgard who only knew how to fight with weapons, there were actually guys who were truly proficient in magic!
At this moment, the Valkyrie Freya, who had just been defeated, had no smile on her face. She clenched the sword of victory in her hand, flapped her wings and flew over. Rays of golden light shot towards Loen, interrupting this unethical off-field assistance.
They were anxious.
Loen smiled playfully, and swung the flaming magic sword in his hand like flowing water. Each strike seemed to be understated, but it could always cleverly cut off the power of the sword of victory.
Freya's momentum continued to decline, and she felt so depressed that she wanted to vomit blood.
As we all know, even gods have limited energy.
As the two most powerful goddesses among the Vanir, she and Frigga are proficient in battlefield fighting and Saidian witchcraft respectively, and they believe that they have few rivals in the nine kingdoms.
However, tonight, they encountered a freak who was not only proficient in magic, but also could suppress her in swordsmanship.
I really don't know where the newly-started Aesir tribe found helpers of this level!
After several attempts, Loen became a little wary of Freya and the Vanir clan to which she belonged.
Excellent combat qualities do not appear out of thin air; they must be tempered through blood and fire.
Judging from Freya's performance, she is obviously not just a vase with no purpose.
In other words, the Vanir probably experienced a large-scale war between gods before they entered the Norse Age of Gods.
Judging from their ancient concept of nature worship, their origins may be even older than that of the Aesir who worshipped humanity.
It is very likely that they have already tasted the sweetness of the power of faith.
That's why they are so arrogant and interested in the human community in the atrium.
This way, everything makes sense.
Loen swept his sword across, knocking Freya back once again, while taking the time to look at the battlefield on the other side.
At this moment, Odin is relying on his advantage as the God of Destiny to mobilize the authority of the World Tree to prevent Gulveig from using the witchcraft of Said to absorb vitality from all around to repair herself.
As an outsider, Gulveig was under considerable suppression. The wounds on his body gradually increased, the healing speed slowed down visibly, and his face gradually turned pale.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
Several red and black cursed bullets wrapped in curses shot out from Gulveig's fingertips, successfully forcing Odin back several steps.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Gullveig extended a pair of swan-like white wings behind him, and he flapped his wings decisively and leaped back.
Similarly, Freya no longer wanted to fight and flapped her wings to distance herself from her opponent.
Swan feather webbing?
Loen looked at the two men wearing silver armor with wings, his eyes flickering faintly.
In Norse mythology, pure Valkyries are often seen as the incarnation of "clouds" and are also related to the belief and worship of birds: Legend has it that Valkyries often transform into swans and come to the world to bathe, and at this time, their swan feathers are taken away and hidden, and they will marry each other.
What would have happened if they had been stripped naked in the fight just now?
Looking at the two figures in the sky that had turned into black spots, Loen shook his head regretfully.
Odin, who was determined to turn the tables at this moment, shouted with a gloomy face and threw Gungnir again:
"Want to run? Not that easy!"
With its sure-hit feature, the Spear of Eternity shot through the sky like a golden meteor and pierced through Gulveig's chest once again, causing the powerful goddess of magic to stagger and nearly fall from mid-air.
"Aesir, I will remember you!"
Gullveig turned around and glared at the two people in the field, uttered a harsh word with gritted teeth, then flapped his swan wings and quickly fled the scene.
Odin reached out and caught Gungnir, who flew back automatically. He looked at the streak of golden red blood on the tip of the spear and said coldly with disdain:
"Well, they run fast!"
"Alright, alright, everyone has left. If you want to find a place to fight, there will be plenty of opportunities later."
Lorne patted Odin on the shoulder and scolded this vengeful blood brother with a smile.
after?
Odin's eyes moved slightly, and he immediately understood the hidden meaning:
"The Vanir are going to attack us?"
"They have wandered into the courtyard and want to manage humans for us. Do you think they will be content to stay in Vanaheim?"
Loen yawned, looked at the human village bathed in the morning sun, and shook his head helplessly.
After just a few days of peaceful life, it seems that we will be forced to experience a copy of the War of the Gods again. The human species is really full of disasters.
At this moment, hearing Loen's reminder, Odin couldn't help but feel a headache.
The rebels from the nine kingdoms, such as Frost Giants, Mountain Giants, Fire Giants, and Dark Elves, have not yet subsided, and now the Vanir have arrived. How can the Aesir, whose military strength is already stretched to the limit, cope with them?
After hesitating for a moment, Odin looked at his blood brother beside him:
"Then, can we reconcile first?"
“…”
Lorne looked at Odin, speechless.
Just now you started fighting without any reason, and you were just shooting at the opponent as if he were a rabbit. If the opponent wasn't so lucky, he would have been killed by you three times!
Are you kidding me about wanting to reconcile at this moment?
Moreover, those two Vanir Protoss came here specifically to cause trouble. Even if you try to find a way out, the other side has to be willing to give it to you.
Of course, that's not the case.
Luo En pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice:
"Do you think you will get the respect you didn't get on the battlefield at the negotiation table?"
Upon hearing this, Odin fell silent.
Indeed, this world still relies on strength. If one wants the Vanir to lower their profile, negotiate honestly, and submit to the order of Asgard, they can only hurt them first and let them know that the Aesir are not easy to mess with.
Realizing this, Odin had to give up the idea and turned to look at the little wolf cub who was still sleeping in Lorne's arms.
This was the prize they had snatched after searching for a whole night and even fighting a fierce battle with two goddesses of the Vanir clan.
The Spirit of abundance manifested by faith?
Since even the arrogant magic goddess of the Vanir clan is interested in it, it proves that it must be a good thing.
Odin thought for a moment and spoke in a deep voice:
"Asgard is in need of manpower, and this little fellow seems to have good qualifications. I plan to include him in the genealogy of the Aesir gods. What do you think?"
“Good idea!”
Luo En nodded, then held up the little wolf cub in his arms and suggested with a smile,
"But, should we give it a name first?"
"Fenrir! Just call it Fenrir!"
Odin blurted out, as if he had been prepared.
Loen was stunned when he heard this, and looked at the baby-looking wolf cub in his palm with some disbelief. The cub had its eyes closed and looked very cute.
The Wolf Fenrir? The one who killed Odin, the king of the gods, in Ragnarok?
That's not right!
I haven't even seen the giantess Angrboda or slept with her, so how could the demon wolf Fenrir be born?
Doubts arose again in Luo En's mind, and he couldn't figure it out.
In traditional Norse mythology, the wolf Fenrir is the first child of Loki, the god of trickery, and Angrboda, the giantess.
In other words, this little guy should be his bloodline.
But now, the legendary demon wolf Fenrir has become a divine life he picked up from the fields.
etc……
Soon, a flash of light appeared in Loen's mind, and he realized some information that he had overlooked.
First, the area where he and Odin went to the underworld was called the Heathland, which in Norse mythology was the birthplace and place of punishment of the giant wolf Fenrir;
Secondly, both humans and the Harvest Festival are directly related to him, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they were created by him. And the little wolf cub born in the Harvest Festival, in a sense, is not it his child?
Thinking of this, Loen's face became a little gloomy.
Destiny does not have only one fixed form; it changes all the time and tries to get everything back on track.
In other words, no matter whether he met Angrboda or not, no matter what choices Odin and he made, the causes of world destruction such as the demon wolf Fenrir, the world snake Jörmungandr, and the goddess of death Hela will eventually be born in various forms, and the twilight of the Norse gods will eventually come!
Moreover, the disaster triggers seem to be coming earlier?
Invisibly, Loen once again felt the power of the law of fate, and even began to waver as to whether he could survive the disaster in the future.
At this time, Odin stretched out his hands, wanting to get closer to Fenrir, the giant wolf who had just been recruited into the Aesir clan:
"Little one, from now on you are a member of Asgard. Come, let me hold you."
“Ouch!”
However, when the wolf cub, who was originally sleeping soundly, sensed the approach of an outsider, his fur suddenly stood up and he slapped the back of Odin's hand with one claw.
Looking at the bloodstain on the back of his hand, Odin's smile froze and his expression became a little unnatural.
Luo En came back to his senses, held down the little guy who was whimpering in his arms, and tried to smooth things over with a dry laugh:
"From the look of her face, she doesn't seem to like this name?"
"Really? Then come and get one for her?"
Odin took over the conversation, his expression softening slightly.
Luo En thought for a moment, looked at the golden wheat fields around him, and smiled at the little wolf cub in his arms:
"How about calling you Holo?"
“Ouch!”
The little wolf cub shook his head excitedly, seeming very satisfied. After making a fuss for a while, he continued to snuggle into Lorne's arms and fell asleep.
Odin, who was standing by, touched the back of his hand that was scratched and bleeding, feeling somewhat helpless:
"It seems that she likes you. In this case, you will raise her from now on."
Luo En nodded, looking at the future world-destroying wolf in his arms, feeling a little complicated.
What is supposed to come will eventually come.
After a few simple greetings, Odin patted the dirt off his body and took the initiative to say goodbye:
"Okay, I've had my fill of wine and seen the people, I should leave now."
“So soon?”
"I have been in seclusion for half a year, and there are still many things waiting for me to deal with in Asgard. And although the Vanir lost the battle tonight, they will definitely not give up, nor will they give us too much time to react. I believe they will take action soon. I need to return to Asgard as soon as possible and prepare for war!"
Odin replied in a deep voice, his one eye filled with worry and urgency.
Luo En nodded and pondered solemnly:
"Well, I will guard the courtyard and try to buy you some time."
"I feel relieved with your words!"
Odin felt relieved, said goodbye to his blood brother, turned around and stepped into the column of light descending from the Rainbow Bridge.
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Fast forward several months, on Heather Island.
"Bang!"
A dull explosion was heard from one of the newly built temples, and several priests in long robes flew out of the house like cannonballs.
Seeing that they were about to hit the solid wall, the poor unlucky guys closed their eyes in fear.
However, the expected severe pain did not come, and a gentle force lifted them to the ground lightly.
"Lord Loki? You are finally back!"
The pale-faced high priest stood up tremblingly, his tone tearful and his excited expression as if he had seen a savior.
"boom!"
At the same time, red and black beams of magic power gushed out from the temple, instantly tearing the newly installed door into pieces, and a strong smell of alcohol filled the air.
In the messy hall, a slender brown wolf-like creature was squatting in front of the altar, drinking from a broken pottery jar.
Around her were the same broken pieces of pottery, and the mead used for the sacrifice was spilled all over the ground.
Seeing this, Luo En's blood pressure suddenly rose and his face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot:
"Holo, you're itching again, aren't you?!"
As he said this, he rushed into the temple with great momentum, ready to teach a lesson to the canine creature that dared to steal wine and destroy the house while he was away.
But as a powerful and unruly divine creature, how could the demon wolf surrender?
“Ouch!”
With a dull growl, a stream of red and black magic gushed out of the magic wolf's body, and it rudely crashed into the guy who dared to disturb her drinking.
As soon as he stepped into the threshold, Loen narrowed his eyes, unceremoniously set up a magic barrier, and drew out the flaming magic sword that had turned into a dead branch.
"Bang!"
"Woo~"
Under the loving education, the demon wolf that jumped into the air fell heavily to the ground, its limbs spread out weakly, a big steaming bump quickly appeared on its head, and it opened its mouth to let out a sad low moan.
"I give you food and drink, and you still want to bite me? You are such a rebel!"
Luo En knocked on the magic sword in his hand that had turned into a dead branch, and looked at the unfilial daughter in front of him who had rebelled against Tian Gang with a sneer.
However, the drunken demon wolf was obviously more resilient than before. After withstanding a blow from the family discipline, it pounced forward again.
Coming again?
Loen was furious and was about to help this unfilial daughter loosen up her muscles when a red and black halo spread over the demon wolf's body and its slender body quickly shrank to a petite figure of about 1.2 meters.
That is a little Lolita with dog-like features.
Long flaxen hair was scattered over the pink back, and the blood-red pupils were filled with unruly animality. The pointed wolf ears stood on the top of the head, and the brown tail growing from the coccyx was vigilantly clamped.
Most importantly, she had no clothes on.
When Loen was distracted, the little Loli took the opportunity to knock down her target, pressed down the opponent's limbs, and sat on the prey's belly in the posture of a winner.
Although she didn't know why, every time she turned into this form and played games with her dad, she could always win easily.
The same happens this time!
The little girl's face, which was flushed due to drunkenness, showed a smug smile, and her blood-red eyes were full of the agility and cunning of a canine creature.
However, before she could be proud for too long, the temperature in the temple dropped suddenly, and a suppressed and gloomy voice came from below:
"Holo, remember what I said? If I see you running around naked like this again, I'll break your ass."
The little girl trembled when she heard the words, and suddenly jumped up from her old father and ran straight out the door.
But the next moment, a hand grabbed the back of her neck and dragged her mercilessly into the dark corner of the temple.
“Pah pah pah pah!”
Then, the vibration of branches hitting buttocks and the miserable howling of ghosts and wolves echoed in the temple.
(End of this chapter)
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