Chapter 571 After this battle, I will go back to accompany Hela
Misty forest, royal palace.
Morgan stood in the corridor in front of the main hall, holding a scepter, and looked down coldly.
In the square, thirteen obsidian spires pierced the low-hanging clouds, fixing a pale crescent moon in the night sky. The silver moonlight, which was so rich that it was almost liquid, and the fragmented light of the star essence seeping out from the cracks in the tower body sprinkled on the ground, reflecting the outline of a "hill".
The hill was made of tens of thousands of goblin skulls, and each eye socket burned with soul-scorching fire. The pitted stone slabs were covered with the organs and flesh of the defeated, and the scarlet blood solidified into pieces of strange amber. The magic array that drew magic power from the goblin corpses and blood cast down scarlet light curtains, sealing off the entire square.
"Run faster, cluck, faster!"
With the urging of excitement, the fingertips with red nails have pierced the throat of a wolf-headed goblin. Blood mist sprayed, and even the air and moonlight seemed to be saturated with this fishy sweetness.
The moonlight tonight is so beautiful.
Bawanxi was intoxicated and took a deep breath. The scarlet sickle in her hand drew a crescent arc, cutting off the fleeing Pixies in front of her in half. Her organs slid to the ground from the opened abdominal cavity, still emitting wisps of hot steam. Scarlet blood spots splattered on her porcelain-white cheeks, adding a bit of charm and cruelty to her temperament.
The pink tongue licked the blood that slid down the cheek, and the toes crushed the twitching half of the body on the ground. The silver bell-like laughter mixed with the crisp sound of broken bones echoed all around:
"More! More!"
The goblins with the heads of various animals such as lions, gray wolves, and wild dogs were frightened when they saw this scene and fled frantically from the terrifying vampire.
However, before these fang fairies could run a few steps, scarlet magic threads began to grow wildly on the hem of Bawanshi's skirt as she danced, entangled the fleeing fairies, and weaved into bloody cocoons.
"puff!"
The moment the sickle pierced into the heart of the cocoon, hundreds of captured fang goblins exploded at the same time, and pieces of flesh poured onto the ground like heavy rain, making the already filthy square even more terrifying and muddy.
On the other side, the tall dog demon Bagster was wielding a giant sword, fighting against a group of fang goblins who were trying to resist and escape.
The scorching sword energy melted the lower body of the Three-fanged Fairy, and Bagster's golden and blue pupils reflected the fairies' corpses curled up due to the high temperature.
“Shhh!”
Hearing the sound of the wind, she crushed two dark arrows with her canine teeth, and swung the chain wrapped around her left arm violently - the iron stakes penetrated seven bodies and nailed them into the ground, and the organs were twisted and exploded into a bloody rain as the chains tightened. Magma gushed out from the cracks under her feet, burning through the defensive barrier woven by the goblins, and condensed the screaming ashes into black iron thorns.
Knowing they were no match for their opponent, the surviving fang goblins and the wolf-headed chieftain changed direction, trying to break out of this purgatory from the other side.
Guarding there was a young girl with white hair and golden eyes. She looked the smallest and the least dangerous.
However, two arcs of dark blue light flashed by, and heads with animal features flew up into the sky with confusion and unwillingness.
Looking at the wolf head that rolled to her feet and the dirty blood that flowed freely on the ground, Meilushin moved aside with some disgust and stood on a relatively clean stone slab. Together with Bawanshi and Bagster, they raised their hands and beat their chests, reporting to the queen in the corridor with the posture and etiquette of a knight:
"Mother, the rebels who caused the civil strife and massacred the Rain Clan have been eliminated!"
“Well done.”
Morgan nodded with satisfaction, then turned around and looked behind him, and asked in a gentle voice,
"Is this how I handle it? Do you have any objections?"
In the shadows, the pale-faced goblins from other clans hurriedly shook their heads, using their poor vocabulary to madly praise the queen's wisdom and justice.
They were originally invited to watch the ceremony and join in the fun, but unexpectedly they witnessed a horrific execution with their own eyes.
Of course, the Fang Clan had brought this upon themselves.
These brainless guys could just mess with anyone else, but they actually dared to run to Orkney and wipe out the entire Rain Clan just for a moment of pleasure.
And since they rely on the sharp claws and teeth to slaughter other goblins, it is only natural for Queen Morgan to use her own power to publicly execute all the fang goblins who participated in the massacre.
After all, they would be safer without these cruel and bloodthirsty thugs, right?
Thinking of this, the goblins' praises became even louder, just like the flattering ministers in the human group who fawn on the tyrant.
——Fear power but not virtue…
Morgan recalled the comments about the goblins in his notes, shook his head, and turned to look at the three goblin knights in the court:
"Bagster, the Fang Clan committed such a heinous crime, and as a member of it, you are also responsible. Therefore, from today on, you will take over the position of the previous Fang Clan leader and control the Fang fairies in Britain."
"As for Bawanxi and Meilushin, in order to prevent this kind of thing from happening again, you will be responsible for patrolling among the tribes on my behalf and supervising the behavior of all the fairies."
The three goblin knights stood up to receive the order, stepped over the corpses and blood on the ground, and stood in the delegation of the six major goblin clans.
Feeling the fierce murderous aura coming from the three evil stars, the fairies who originally wanted to offer suggestions quickly shut their mouths and acted as if they fully supported all the decisions made by Queen Morgan.
Seeing that these little guys had been subdued by him, a satisfied smile finally appeared on Morgan's tense face.
No matter they are willing or not, willing or not, as long as they are obedient in their posts and complete their missions on time, the rest does not matter.
"when!"
Just as Morgan was feeling relieved, a low, suppressed bell sound came from the sky.
The fairies followed the sound and looked towards the bell tower outside the palace, where they saw the disaster bell, which had been silent for who knows how many years, now roaring and vibrating under the moonlight.
“Dangdangdang!”
The sound became more intense, and the bronze rust on the disaster bell peeled off. Every time the pendulum engraved with Ogham tree struck, the thick clouds and black air in the night sky became several times thicker.
When the bell vibrated for the seventh time, the thirteen obsidian spires summoned by Morgan with the holy spear collapsed, and countless malice poured out like asphalt, condensing into hideous and terrifying shapes in mid-air, and pounced on the goblins in the square.
"Get back here!"
Morgan roared and raised his wand. The shadow of the Chalk City appeared behind him. He forcibly dragged these disaster wills that were trying to escape into his own divine domain, sealed them up again and suppressed them.
After doing all this, Morgan's face did not look good.
Because this is not the end of things, but a new beginning.
The disaster bell broke through its limit and rang seven times, which indicated that the unprecedented [Great Cataclysm] predicted by fate had arrived!
~~
Meanwhile, Tomb of Albion.
The fairyland that was once empty and lonely is now crowded with people.
The mighty Nordic army filled almost every corner of the wonderland, and there were also a large number of follow-up teams rushing over through the teleportation spell constructed by the Rainbow Bridge and the Golden Tree.
Magic potions, secret arrows, armor, divine tools and other strategic materials were also continuously transmitted to the fairyland in preparation for the upcoming war between gods.
"Loki, you are amazing! Not only did you sneak into the Celtic Age of Gods alone, but you also quietly seized this important bridgehead for our army! Regardless of the outcome of this battle between gods, you should be credited with the first achievement!"
Odin first gave Lorne a warm hug, then patted his blood brother on the shoulder and praised him highly for his achievements.
“It was just a fluke.”
Lorne replied casually, and then asked Odin,
"What about you? Have you brought everyone with you?"
"Don't worry, everyone who can come is here!"
Odin answered with a big smile, and then showed his good brother the forces that the Nordic countries had assembled at that moment.
Loen scanned the familiar faces, calculating secretly in his mind.
There are currently three God Kings: Odin, the God King of the Aesir, Njord, the God King of the Vanir, and him, the Guardian jointly elected by the humans, elves, and dwarves of Midgard;
The three goddesses of Norn who had joined him in corruption also joined the Valkyrie Legion as Valkyries and appeared on the front line. Due to their special nature, it was difficult to judge their level. Anyway, the combination of the three of them was no worse than the God King, and they could even exert a stronger combat power through a unique mechanism.
There are more than ten main gods: Goddess of Love Freya, God of Fertility Frey, God of Thunder Thor, Goddess of Harvest Sif, God of War Tyr, God of Guardian Heimdall, God of Poetry Bragi, Queen of Light Elves Galadriel, Matron of Dark Elves Rose, Goddess of Winter Skadi, Wise Wolf Holo, World Serpent Jörmungandr…
There are even more gods and demigods, to the point where there is no need to count them.
In addition, in terms of conventional military strength, the Nordic side is also very sufficient:
The Asgard guards and Valkyrie legions of the Aesir, the Said wizards and warriors of the Vanir, thousands of mountain giants and frost giants in the Land of Noise, a large number of outstanding craftsmen and heavy armored warriors in the Dwarf Kingdom, the Warlock Brotherhood of the humans in Midgard, and the God's Blood Guards of the Northern Kingdoms... all of these add up to hundreds of thousands.
Moreover, they are basically elite soldiers who can defeat ten enemies at once.
It can be said that in order to win this war between gods, Odin almost emptied his family fortune and mobilized almost all the combat forces he could mobilize.
After thinking for a moment, Lorne frowned and asked:
"Is Frigga the only one left in Asgard?"
"Well, she is still pregnant and it is not convenient for her to move around. Otherwise, I would have brought her here as well."
“Wouldn’t that be too risky?”
"We can't help it. Ever since the World Tree was polluted last time, its power and divinity have never fully recovered, and recently it has even shown signs of withering and disease. If we want to conquer the Celtic Age of Gods, we must do so while the World Tree's vitality is still strong. Otherwise, the longer we delay, the more trouble we will have."
"What about Hela? What does she say?"
"Don't worry. After receiving your letter, she sent Nidhogg to the Land of Mist."
Hearing the news, Loen's frown relaxed.
Although Hela is restricted by her own curse and cannot easily leave the underworld, she is just right for guarding the home.
With her and the Black Dragon King Nidhogg around, the rear will definitely be safe.
Thinking about the various reasons why he and the student were always apart and often missed each other's meetings, Luo En suddenly felt a little guilty:
"After this battle, I will go back and spend more time with her."
“It should be.”
Odin agreed, but then changed the subject.
"However, now that the God War is imminent, let's first discuss how to fight this first battle in the Celtic God Age."
As he spoke, he summoned a group of high-ranking officials from the Nordic Age of Gods and led them into the palace of Wonderland to engage in a heated pre-war discussion.
~~
At the same time, in the Nordic underworld, the Temple of Death.
"Bang!"
A three-inch clay statue flew out from the bed, hit the stone pillar in the hall, and shattered into pieces in an instant.
I don’t know how long it took, but the heavy and muffled breathing turned into calm.
Hela lifted the gauze curtain, walked down from the bed barefoot, and came to the debris on the ground. With her five fingers, the originally fragmented clay statue automatically pieced together its original appearance.
——A handsome and elegant male god holding a flaming sword.
"teacher……"
Accompanied by murmurs mixed with complex emotions, Hela held the clay statue in the palm of her hand and rubbed it gently against her cheek, as if she could feel the warmth of her memory thousands of miles away through the mud.
After an unknown amount of time, Hela raised her head and carefully placed the clay statue on the table, her movements so gentle as if she was protecting a treasure.
The same clay statues had already filled the long table, leaving almost no space.
The Night Sky Sword was swung, and the sharp sword light left a clearly visible scratch on the wall in front.
Hela raised her head and looked at the dense sword marks on the wall. She couldn’t help biting her lip, her face once again filled with gloom.
347 days...
Another year is coming soon...
Hela walked out of the dark and silent temple, looked up at the sky covered with colorful light bands, and the gloominess in her eyes became even deeper.
Aesir, Vanir, humans, elves, dwarves, giants, and even the whole world... everything has a place in his heart.
"But, what about me?"
Questions unconsciously leaked out from between lips and teeth, expressing both confusion and release.
"I'm afraid no one cares about you..."
A deep voice suddenly came, and Hila, who was originally a little absent-minded, was startled. She swung the Night Sky Sword in her hand:
"Who? Get out!"
In the gray death fog in front of the red and black sword light, a dark figure stood in the open space in front of the hall.
Although he has a human form, his entire body is made up of asphalt-like black mud. His outline and face cannot be seen clearly. The strange aura emanating from his body scares even the evil spirits wandering around the Temple of Death and they stay away from him.
Hila stirred up the divine power in her body, and her eyes revealed a strong murderous intent:
"Who are you? What are you doing in the underworld?"
"Someone is here to help you." A voice whose gender could not be identified came from the black mud.
“Help me?” Hela sneered. “What can you do for me?”
"How about I free you from the curse of death and give you what you want most?"
The dark shadow answered dimly, his meaningful gaze falling on the long table filled with clay statues in the hall.
Hila's heart was shocked, and a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes:
"Are you so kind?"
"We are both abandoned by this world. Helping you is the same as helping me. Our goals do not conflict."
The shadow paused, shook his head and looked at the goddess of death in front of him.
"Besides, I feel sorry for you. Because you are more pitiful than me."
"What did you say!"
Hela was furious and swung the Night Sky Sword in her hand swiftly. The sharp sword light instantly cut off the black shadow.
However, in a flash, the surging black mud healed the wound and returned to its original appearance, shaking its head and sneering:
"Why are you so excited? Did I say something wrong?
As a daughter, you fought for Odin and made him sit firmly on the throne;
As a sister, you gave up the fight for power, never hurt your brothers, and let them reap the benefits;
As a student, you gave the last bit of warmth in your heart to your teacher. Even if you were deceived by him, you were willing to stay alone in this land of death.
As a goddess, you maintain the order of the Nine Realms, slow down Nidhogg's attack on the roots of the World Tree, uphold the glory of the Aesir gods, and do your best to delay the arrival of Ragnarok...
But what have you gained after doing so much for others?
——Enemies, betrayal, neglect, misunderstanding, caution...!
The throne should have been yours, the honor should have been yours, and everything they have now should have been yours. But now, you can only stand in the shadows, in this underworld that is like a prison, enduring the curses, fear, loneliness and pain. This is unfair, isn't it? "
The shadow's words were like sharp steel spikes piercing Hela's heart, causing waves of pain that pierced her soul.
Hela’s face was pale, her clenched teeth had left bloody marks on her lips, and her body was shaking more and more violently.
She thought she was mentally strong and would not be shaken or influenced by other people's words.
But lies don't hurt people, the truth is the sharpest knife.
Moreover, it ignores any physical defense.
“Hela, you are worthy of everyone except yourself. Aren’t you pitiful?”
"Shut up!"
After hearing this, Hela finally couldn’t bear it anymore. The Sword of the Night Sky cut through the gray fog and split the chattering black shadow in front into thousands of pieces.
But it was just a puppet controlled by someone. After a few breaths, the black mud reassembled into a human form:
"My Lady Goddess, don't be so excited. I'm just telling you the truth. Besides, the person who treated you badly is not here."
Realizing that there was no way to deal with the thing in front of her for the time being, Hila’s eyes flashed, she retracted her murderous intent, and sneered:
"I don't need you to judge whether I've been treated unfairly or not; I don't need you to teach me what to do!"
"Of course, it's your freedom to choose whatever you want, and no one else has the right to interfere."
The shadow paused and murmured meaningfully.
"But there is more than one way. I can provide you with new options..."
"Are you so kind?"
Hela stared at the shadow in front of her with a sneer on her face.
"Don't think I don't know what you are planning. You want me to betray Asa!"
"No, I just want you to be... true to yourself."
The black shadow spoke seriously, then changed the subject and said,
"Don't rush to make a decision. Think about it carefully first. When you have an answer in your mind, tell me. You know where to go..."
The sound gradually became weaker, and the black shadow in front turned into a handful of lifeless soil and scattered everywhere.
Hela clenched the Night Sky Sword in her hand and stood there, her face changing from gloomy to bright.
~~
At the same time, in the city of Utgar, the palace of the Frost Giants.
The tall figure immersed in the darkness slowly opened his eyes, and a subtle smile appeared on his frosty blue face.
"How are things going?"
An invisible voice came into my mind, I didn't know where it came from or where it went.
Lao Fei quickly put away the smile on his face and bowed his head towards the deepest darkness in the palace:
"I have followed your instructions and said everything I should have said."
"Very good, you did a good job."
The voice in the darkness was very satisfied.
"So, what should I do next?" Lao Fei asked cautiously.
“Wait.” The voice in the darkness replied calmly, “The seeds have been planted. Time will allow them to take root and sprout. This is an inevitable fate and an inevitable outcome.”
Lao Fei nodded respectfully, with an expression of wanting to say something but stopping himself.
A sneer came from the darkness:
"Don't worry, you will get what you want. Fate will never let down anyone who is willing to work hard."
The surging black mud flow climbed onto the table and spit out a dazzling diamond.
Lao Fei stood up excitedly and looked at what was in front of him with great surprise.
Heart of the Mountains! The second item is finally in hand!
Then he took out a frost blue treasure box and placed it on the table.
As if sensing the breath of the same origin, the originally dead heart in the box began to tremble and fluctuate. The powerful rhythm formed a visible vortex of magic around it. The vast divine power was so overwhelming that even Laofei could not help but feel the urge to worship it.
As that adult said, as long as you collect the secret treasures of the mountain giants, fire giants and frost giants, you will have the complete power of the ancestor Ymir.
And the inheritor of this power will lead the giants to become great again!
Lao Fei suppressed his excitement and looked at the third empty spot on the table with a faint flicker in his eyes.
Well, now there's only one last thing left!
(End of this chapter)
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