Chapter 590: Dear, do you want a date?
In the North, in Albion's Tomb.
The evacuation work was carried out in an orderly manner.
When the last remaining Viking fleet began to sail into the Rainbow Bridge, Lorne, who was cruising outside Orkney, finally breathed a sigh of relief and entered the tomb at the bottom of the lake with his sword in hand.
After several detours, he arrived at the cave where Vivian was imprisoned.
He swung his sword and the rune array engraved on the ground broke apart. Pink petals flew out of it and gathered into a graceful figure with purple eyes and silver hair.
I am...
After a moment of trance, Vivian came to her senses, raised her hand and knocked her forehead in annoyance, looking resentfully at the unscrupulous mentor in front of her:
"How long have I been locked up?"
"Not much, just a few months."
"So, you're no longer angry?"
"not yet."
"Then, can we reconcile?"
Seeing the dark red giant sword across her neck, Vivian couldn't help swallowing.
"Of course."
Lorne agreed readily, a generous and sincere smile on his face.
"What about you?" Vivian pointed at the flaming sword firmly resting on her neck.
"I feel bad for keeping you locked up for so long. As compensation, I'm going to invite you to visit Northern Europe."
Are you sure this is how you invite someone to be your guest?
Vivian secretly complained, then looked at the Nordic fleet evacuating to the Rainbow Bridge in the distance, and had some vague guesses in her mind, and said jokingly:
"It seems that you didn't have a good meal in Celtic."
"The Tuatha de Danann has indeed done something extraordinary to be able to gain a foothold here."
Lorne admitted defeat and added,
"So, I would like to invite you three sisters to go to Northern Europe together and exchange experiences."
"You invited them too?" Vivian was a little surprised.
"That's right, you go check out the location first, and they will be here soon."
Lorne replied with a smile, his eyes sincere.
"But to make it more formal, before we leave, should we send an invitation to your two sisters as a sign of respect?"
Seeing the dark red sword blade getting closer to her neck, Vivian had no choice but to surrender.
She pulled out a bronze bell engraved with Ogham language from her waist, smeared it with her own divine blood, and handed it to the unscrupulous mentor in front of her as a token of trust.
Loen accepted it with satisfaction, then picked up a pen and quickly wrote the contents of the invitation on a piece of parchment.
——For a limited time of seven days, we sincerely invite you two to visit Northern Europe.
After finishing the task, he dug out a bronze Gorgon emblem representing his former identity from among the sundries in the magic circle, stuffed the three items into a bamboo tube, and ordered several ravens responsible for messaging and vigilance to deliver the items to Morgan after all the Nordic nations withdrew from the Celtic Age of Gods.
Everything was ready. Loen immediately and seamlessly switched to a friendly smile, took his new beloved disciple from the Celtic Age of Gods, and strode onto the last evacuating Viking warship.
Taking Vivian to Northern Europe was originally just a casual move for him to prevent accidents and correct the consequences.
Unexpectedly, it would be used in the end.
Loen shook his head, somewhat lamenting the fickleness of fate, yet also somewhat thankful for his own foresight.
As one of the three goddesses of fate of the Tuatha de Danann, if something happened to Vivian, the future of the Celtic Age of Gods would likely be severely affected.
Even if the goddess Danu is fully revived, it may not be able to completely change the situation where the Celtic Age of Gods is about to be destroyed.
Therefore, as long as Morgan and Morgause received the news, they would come to Northern Europe to keep his appointment, whether they were willing or not.
But it's okay this way.
The fate of Northern Europe, the fate of the Celtics, and even the fate of Greece will all be intertwined here and move towards a common future.
Life or death, success or failure, it all depends on this one!
The players are in place and the chips are on the table.
Then, it’s time to start…
Lorne muttered to himself, walking towards the flashing rainbow light.
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The fierce wind blew across the bow of the ship, making people feel as if their faces were cut by a knife.
Loen smelled the strong smell of blood in the air, raised his eyes and looked forward, his face suddenly changed.
The golden palace walls outside Asgard collapsed into jagged teeth, the broken fragments of the Rainbow Bridge were suspended like a meteorite belt, and each crystal section was etched with traces of ice and fire. The Hall of Valor was reduced to ruins, and the guards of the Asgard were either pierced by huge ice cones or burned to charcoal by flames. The entire Asgard seemed to have just experienced a tragic catastrophe.
Worse still, the situation of the World Tree, the pillar of the Nine Realms, was equally grim. The branches covered with frost and salt turned black and rotten, the ground was covered with young apples of varying sizes, and the Holy Spring of Urd at the root no longer gushed out sweet and clear divine fluid, but was filled with filthy substances like black asphalt.
Black maggots emitting curses and ominous auras bit through the roots, drilled into the heart of the tree, and frantically gnawed at the inside of the World Tree. No matter how Holo, Eden, Freya and other goddesses who maintained the sacred tree killed these pests and purified the water, they could not stop the World Tree from continuing to decline and decay.
Damn it!
Loen cursed inwardly, and the flaming sword flew out of his hand, turning into a rainbow light that nailed into the Urd Holy Spring at the root of the World Tree.
As the divine power of fire urged on, the black maggots and asphalt-like poisonous water were quickly burned and evaporated, and the signs of the World Tree's continued decay began to improve.
After simply dealing with the immediate trouble, Lorne carried Vivian to the World Tree and reunited with the gods.
However, after looking around, he couldn't help but frown and ask:
"Where's Odin?"
"In the Golden Palace."
Holo answered quietly, then winked at her adoptive father.
"Something's wrong. You'd better go and see for yourself."
Seeing Holo's secretive attitude, Loen had a bad feeling in his heart. He immediately handed Vivian to the care of the three goddesses of fate, Norn, and went to the Golden Palace alone.
Along the way, the guards of Asgard were either in a hurry or looked sad. The Aesir gods along the way were also all in mourning, with gloomy faces, and the whole of Asgard was shrouded in a cloud of sorrow.
The further Loen advanced, the more uneasy he felt.
Finally, he arrived at the gate of the Golden Palace.
The gate that once symbolized majesty and authority was reduced to stone chips all over the ground. The reliefs on both sides of the hall that displayed the achievements of the Aesir and the magnificent dome decorated with gems and gold above were all shattered.
In the devastated ruins, Odin sat on the broken throne, holding a beautiful woman with closed eyes and bloody abdomen, like a silent sculpture.
The unfortunate victim was the Queen of Vanir, the Queen of the Aesir - Frigga.
Lorne took a breath and rushed into the hall:
"Who did it?"
"It should be a frost giant..."
Odin muttered a reply as he looked at the ice chips on the wound and Frigga's hollow abdomen, as if he had lost a piece of rotten wood that had lost its vitality.
His wife, gone:
The long-awaited son is gone too.
Without Balder, the son of light as predicted, there would be no glory for Asir to reach the pinnacle.
The fate of the nine Nordic realms entering Ragnarok can no longer be shaken.
Everything has lost its meaning.
Looking at Odin, who seemed to have his soul taken away, Loen's face became gloomy.
Balder died before he was born, and the fate of the Nordic world has completely deviated from the content of "The Great Symphony".
“It’s Father God…”
A sigh came from outside the door, and Urd led Belldandi and Shikoti into the hall.
"I'm afraid he has broken through the limitations of the Great Music and awakened early."
"If I had known, I would not have gone on the expedition to Celtic."
Shikoti rubbed her head, looking annoyed.
If they had not left their posts, causing noise in the great symphony, the Father would probably have been asleep;
If they had not encountered a powerful enemy in the Celtic Age of Gods and had not been forced to fight the goddess of origin of the Tuatha de Danann, which consumed a large amount of their destiny, the Frost Giants would not have had the opportunity to break into Asgard, Balder and Frigga would not have died prematurely, and the original destiny of the Norse Age of Gods would not have been so easily shaken and significantly deflected...
Perhaps this option was wrong from the beginning.
Urd muttered to himself, and gradually a glimmer of enlightenment came to his mind:
When facing the iron law of fate, the more you try to escape and the more you try to take shortcuts, the more severe the backlash will be.
Only by having the courage to break down and then rebuild, and fighting against it, can we strangle fate by the throat and make it surrender.
Likewise, Lorne realized this.
But at this moment, it's too late to say anything.
Moreover, since Balder, the son of light who fought against Ragnarok, had died prematurely, the restrictions on Orlaug would be further weakened, and the road ahead would be even more difficult.
The three goddesses of Lorne and Norn looked at each other and sighed deeply together.
Just as the four were thinking about countermeasures, the sky outside the door suddenly darkened.
The sky seemed to be torn apart by a pair of invisible giant hands. The sun, moon and stars fell from the broken sky and landed in the south of the Nordic world.
"roar!"
Along with a deafening scream, the long-silent mountains of the Fire Nation in the south erupted together. Countless gushing magma and ashes, carrying the fallen sun, moon and stars, turned into a monster that was thousands of feet tall and burning with blazing icy flames.
His very existence was the embodiment of destruction, seven million lava tongues hissing and giving birth from the cracks in his spine. They were not hair, but liquid crowns cast from the embers of star remains, etching a dirge for the end of the world on the surface as they fell.
The strips of flames were waterfalls of molten lava, each strand of fire carrying a burning rune. When the monster rose from the ashes of the Fire Country, the fire dragons that lived in the clavicle hollows flew across the sky in groups, burning star-shaped holes in the clouds - that was the star map prophesied by Ragnarok.
The body is covered not with skin, but with a constantly crumbling basalt carapace, with liquid starlight swimming in the cracks. The right arm is inlaid with a shoulder guard made from the skull of a frost giant, and the left arm is wrapped with a flame whip woven from the dead roots of the world tree. Every time the whip tip hits the air, the smell of burnt sulfur explodes.
The most fascinating thing is his eyes: his left eye is like a collapsed sun, with a black hole that swallows up light and heat suspended in the pupil; his right eye is like a frozen lake that has been frozen for thousands of years, with a dead and cold moon sinking at the bottom of the lake. When he stares at the earth, his left eye burns the bodies of living things, while his right eye freezes the souls of all things. The hunted will be turned into amber mixed with ice and fire and displayed forever at the border of dusk.
"Gods, dusk has come, welcome the twilight!"
Amidst the ferocious laughter, the monster clenched his hands, and a greatsword made of magma, gravel, and ice gathered in his palms, and the cracked sword body flickered with the movement of dusk.
As the sword was swung, a dark red meteor shower with a long flame tail streaked across the sky and fell into various places in the Nine Realms, causing a deafening explosion.
Seeing that the monsters in the Fire Nation could actually swallow all light sources into their bodies and use them for their own benefit, Odin suddenly stood up from the broken throne with his one eye turning red.
It's him!
Then, the Aesir God King who had lost his wife, son, and hope was like a dying old wolf. He held on to his weak body and grabbed the shoulder of his blood brother in front of him with his skinny right hand. His old face was full of ferocity and he roared at the top of his lungs:
"Revenge! Help me get revenge!"
(End of this chapter)
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