Chapter 596: Orlaug's Car Overturn
Heath Island, inside the Temple of Plenty.
Holo threw down the war reports that were coming in from all over the place, pointed at the burning treetops in the sky, and angrily slammed the table:
"What the hell is going on? Someone explain it to us!"
"I heard that Lord Loki was invited to the Golden Palace a few days ago and will stay there for a long time."
Brunhilde answered carefully based on the information she had gathered.
Hearing this, Holo's pretty face was filled with murderous intent:
"Being a guest? You mean house arrest! What about Freya? Is that what she and the Vanir mean?"
"I don't know. We tried to contact him, but there was no news."
"Thor, Sif, Frey, where are they?"
"Same here."
The daughter, the Valkyrie Slude, stood up and answered, a look of deep worry on her face.
Holo was startled and gritted her teeth and ordered:
"Something big has happened! Come with us to the Asgard immediately!"
"I'm afraid not. I just tried and the Rainbow Bridge has been completely shut down. Asgard is now completely disconnected from the other realms."
Skadi walked in from the door, her eyes full of gloom.
"Go find the three goddesses of Norn and ask them if there is any other solution!"
"They are missing, and the temple at the root has collapsed. There is nothing left at the scene!"
Ciri came with a patrol team and told them what she had learned.
Bad news came one after another. Holo's face was completely covered with anger, and a sinister whimper came from her throat:
"Okay, those bastards from Asa are really well prepared. They are going to push us into a dead end! Let's fight them!"
"But the Rainbow Bridge is now closed. Even if we try desperately, we can't even get into the main gate of Asgard."
Rose, the dark elf matron, stood up from her seat and raised questions with a frown.
The goddess of youth Eden at the side volunteered to answer:
"Leave it to us dwarves! As long as we have enough time, we can definitely analyze the operating rules of the Rainbow Bridge and open the blockade of this thing! Or, from now on, we will focus on building a floating fleet. As long as we search every airspace, we will definitely find a way to the Asgard."
"No, it's too slow, and there are too many variables. According to the speed of the spread of the black tide and the spread of the ancient giants underground, we may die before we can find the gate of the fairy palace."
The Elf Queen Galadriel shook her head in objection and reminded everyone of the current crisis that could not be ignored.
In addition to the gods of Asgard far away in the sky, the black tide and atavistic giants spread across the Fire Kingdom, the Giant Kingdom and the Mist Kingdom have already crossed the Iron Forest.
Holo scratched her hair, feeling extremely annoyed:
"This doesn't work, and that doesn't work either. What should I do? Can I just wait to die?"
"There is another way."
A cold voice came from outside the door, and an unexpected figure walked into the hall.
“Hela, what are you doing here?”
Holo asked with a cold snort, and her gaze towards her former playmate became extremely alert.
Some things cannot be hidden for too long unless they have not been done.
Facing Holo's vigilance, Hela flicked her nails nonchalantly:
"Didn't I just say that? I'll help you solve your current problem."
"Would you be so kind?"
"That's your father, and also my teacher. If you can do something, can't I do it?"
Hearing Hela's question, Holo pondered for a moment, temporarily suppressed her hostility, and asked:
"Tell me your solution first."
"It's easy to save the teacher. If we can't break into the fairy palace, can't we just let it fall?"
Hela replied with a faint smile, turning and pointing to the door.
“Crack!”
At the same time, a sharp cracking sound came from deep in the earth, and the world tree that nurtured and supported the nine worlds collapsed.
"roar!"
Then, a hideous monster about a kilometer long with horns and bat wings broke through the ground, holding a rotten tree root in its mouth, and flapped its wings to fly high into the sky.
Below it, countless ferocious black snakes emerged from the depths of the earth and crawled around.
——The Black Dragon King Nidhogg!
——It gnawed off the roots of the World Tree!
In an instant, everyone realized what method Hela was talking about.
Tear down the World Tree and break the closed state of the nine kingdoms.
But once this pillar that continues the Nordic destiny is lost, the end of all life will inevitably come.
"You are really crazy. You are dragging us to be buried with you!"
Holo snorted coldly and looked at the playmate who grew up with her. Then she smiled brightly.
"I'm crazy too. I actually plan to fight you to the death."
"It's us! You're not the only one willing to fight for your life."
Skadi corrected unhappily, then stood up and looked at everyone on the field.
"So, what about you guys?"
"Is there any need to say that?"
"Without Lord Loki, this world and us will be doomed sooner or later!"
"I'm going to die anyway, so I'll fight those bastards in the Asgard!"
Everyone stood up and gave a common answer in different voices.
At the same time, the entire World Tree completely collapsed and fell to the ground. The burning crown and the palace of Asgard fell from the sky. The underground black tide and the atavistic giants broke through the outer magic barrier and poured into the atrium.
"Destroy the Asgard and welcome back our king!"
Following Holo's order, dwarves, elves, humans, giants and Valkyries gathered into different formations and swarmed towards the fallen treetops.
Suddenly, the rooster Gullinkenbi on the top of the World Tree crowed continuously and warned until he was hoarse, announcing the coming catastrophe to the gods in Asgard.
The sea was turbulent and flooded the land. The world serpent Jörmungandr jumped out of it, spitting poisonous gas and running towards the palace of Asgard.
Come, this last carnival...
Hela leaped into the air while murmuring, and stood on the Najirfar, a huge ship made of dead people's fingernails. The ship was loaded with armies of Frost Giants and Mountain Giants, and was heading towards the kingdom of the gods. The giant army filled the Rainbow Bridge, and the noise shook the nine kingdoms. The solemn and magnificent outer barriers collapsed and shattered under the brutal ravages of the united army. The interior of Asgard also shook violently, the mountains cracked, and the rocks turned into ashes and flew everywhere.
The hellhound Garm, with blood on his chest, jumped out of the cabin at the command of his master and rushed in through the collapsed wall first.
“Get lost!”
With a loud roar, the God of War Tyr thrust the blade of his sword into Garm's throat.
The hellhound felt the pain and bit down with all its might. The friction between its canine teeth and the metal produced dazzling sparks. At the same time, the stomach acid inside the vicious dog madly corroded the surface of the sword, trying to chew up the sharp blade along with the arm in front of it.
However, facing the threat of a broken arm, Tyr did not hesitate at all. He took the initiative to close the distance and turned the half-broken sword to expose the twelve nested chains of laws. The powerful force of rules was now madly proliferating in Gam's body, transforming its internal organs into a mobile court, constantly stripping away its life and divinity.
Sensing the breath of death, the hellhound roared and swung its claws. One of Tyr's eyes was picked off by Garm's claws, but it turned into a bloody blade as it fell and got stuck between the hellhound's molars, causing new scars.
With a mouth full of penetrating wounds, Gam became even more ferocious. He immediately turned his head and bit Tyr's skull to pieces.
But the splattered divine blood sprinkled on its body, turning into pages of the Code of Justice. These pieces of paper and legal provisions exploded one after another, blasting the rebellious vicious dog into pieces of flesh on the ground.
Similarly, Tyr, who had his arms and half of his head bitten off and was infused with the divinity of death, also staggered and fell, never to stand up again.
The fall of this god of war heralded the beginning of the twilight and hell of the gods.
Because Njord lost the Sword of Victory in Celt, Frey lost the chance to hold the Vanir holy sword, but he gained the divinity of his father Njord. With sinister eyes and surging divine power like ink, the god of abundance used his antlers to fight against the combined forces of Holo, Lolth and Galadriel.
In the sky, the winter goddess Skadi faced off against the goddess of love Freya, and the battle was fierce.
Looking at the pair of dark eyes and the red and black divine blood flowing from the wound, Skadi realized that the other party had been corroded by the dark ether. She could only harden her heart and fight with this old rival.
On the other side, the battle between Thor and Jörmungandr was equally brutal.
Jörmungandr switched back and forth between a snake and a cat, constantly rolling, skillfully avoiding the pursuit of Thor's hammer, while spewing out a fierce poison that corroded divinity from his mouth.
Under the purple-green smoke, the dwarven runes on the handle of Mjolnir were melting, and Thor's arm was corroded by Jörmungandr's venom, leaving honeycomb-like holes. Tiny snake tongues stretched out from each hole, corroding the vitality in Thor's body. However, the God of Thunder was indifferent to everything, swinging Thor's hammer wildly and smashing it on the head of his old enemy.
When the hammer hit the head of the Midgard Serpent several times, what burst out from the surface of the snake scales was not sparks, but miniature thunderclouds, which continuously blasted blood pits on Jörmungandr's body.
Thor's final blow actually caused Mjolnir to completely disintegrate. The hammer fragments turned into a shower of charged meteorites, piercing Jörmungandr's armor seven inches deep. The blood of the giant python mixed with the sweat of the god of thunder and reacted violently, generating purple-red foam that flooded the entire battlefield. When the foam burst, it released not only poisonous gas, but also the sealed ancient thunder - the original lightning that should have split the chaos at the creation of the world but was not used.
Thor's body carbonized into a charred statue in the strong light, his right hand still in the throwing posture, and the blood gushing out of Jörmungandr's severed head turned into a golden river.
Equally brutal battles took place in other areas, and the closer to the burning treetops, the more brutal the fighting became.
The god of poetry Bragi, the god of protection Heimdall, the goddess of harvest Sif... the gods belonging to the Aesir and the Vanir fell one after another;
Brunhildr, Galadriel, Lolth, the Seven Kings of the Dwarves, the Nine Lords of Men... the forces from Midgard were not immune;
Frost giants, fire giants, mountain giants, and ancient giants who had regressed...these former world overlords were also ground into pulp;
The battlefield was littered with the bodies of gods, giants, and monsters, and the plain had turned into a sea of blood. The black dragon king Nidhogg flew over the battlefield, his wings making a terrifying sound as he greedily devoured the blood-stained, but still warm, dead bodies. A blood-red light shone from the sky, dyeing the sky and the earth a deep red. Only a few figures were left standing on the battlefield.
"Odin!"
A black sword wrapped in deathly aura shot out and hit Odin's eagle helmet, emitting a streak of bronze sparks.
The single eye of the Father of the Gods burned into a blue-white fireball in the storm. He stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure, and a rare ferocity emerged on his old face:
“Hela!”
After a thousand years, the father and daughter finally reunited and looked at each other without any warmth, only anger and murderous intent that had solidified into reality.
The next moment, the two rushed towards each other without any hesitation.
Odin clenched his hand, and the dark ether like asphalt turned into the shape of Gungnir. The sticky substance dripping from the tip of the spear revealed the liquid murals of Valhalla - those golden banquet halls and the phantoms of never-ending war.
Millions of heroic skeletons wrapped in frost broke out and, following the footsteps of the Nordic Lord of the Wild Hunt, charged towards death.
When the black spear pierced into the phantom of the Styx, it stirred up boiling liquid memories. The history of conquest that demonstrated Odin's divinity of war gushed out from the cracks, condensed into rune chains with blood rust, and shot towards his own daughter in front.
Hela immediately pushed the power of death to the extreme, half of her body was full of vitality, and the other half was withered and rotten. Countless undead ravens flew up in the blood, carrying the rubble of the Golden Palace and smashing towards the God King like a meteor shower. Odin shook his hand, and dark ether spurted out from the earth veins, turning into thousands of sharp swords, wiping out all the ravens in the sky.
The goddess of death took the opportunity to reach out her bone claws and grab the spear shaft. The ground beneath her feet suddenly grew lava thorns containing the power of death. These fiery spikes, born from the prophecy of Ragnarok, entangled Hela's resentment accumulated during her thousand years of imprisonment, and melted Gungnir, which was transformed from black mud, into a cursed torture instrument that pierced Odin's palm in reverse.
The God-King of the Aesir roared, shattering several of Hela's ribs.
However, the broken bone did not fall to the ground. Instead, it was held in Hela's hand and unexpectedly stabbed into Odin's chest. The thick death energy madly corroded Odin's internal organs and destroyed his vitality.
The father and daughter looked at each other, revealing the same madness.
"The enemy must be destroyed - Gungnir!"
"The doom has come - Helheim!"
Accompanied by simultaneous roars, power collided fiercely with power, and divinity burned violently with divinity.
The tragic battlefield centered on the father and daughter. A raging fire started, setting the entire earth on fire. In the red lotus-like flames, the world had become a sea of fire. The pillars of fire penetrated the nine kingdoms, and thick smoke engulfed the entire world tree.
The trunks and branches broke apart layer by layer, and the "world" called Northern Europe completely collapsed.
The stars fell from the sky, time no longer existed, the charred ground shook and sank into the turbulent seabed, all that could be seen was the huge waves, and there was only dead silence and eternal darkness in the world.
After an unknown amount of time, a mysterious voice sounded in the chaos:
"It's finally done. All my hard work paid off."
A giant silver-gray hand passed through the void and groped towards the pool of ashes that was moving.
However, at the moment of contact, a wisp of golden flame reignited in the ashes, and the terrifying high temperature instantly vaporized and decomposed the silver-gray giant hand.
A giant figure emitting a silver-grey halo appeared under the illumination of the flames, and looked at his melted palm in surprise:
"You actually rejected me? What's going on?!"
"Because I am the owner of this sacrifice."
With a faint murmur, a white hand reached forward and grasped the golden flame from the ashes into its palm.
In the flickering light, a handsome face with silver hair and purple eyes was reflected.
"You're not dead!" Orlaug couldn't believe it.
"more than."
Lorne smiled playfully, threw the golden flame in his palm into the air, and murmured,
"The show is over, time to wake up, everyone!"
In an instant, chants of old men, children, men, and women rang out in the chaos. The light-like door of the Ten Heavens slowly opened behind him, and billions of starlight flowed out from it, transforming into figures that were supposed to be dead one after another.
They were once moths chasing after fire, and supporters of light.
For the last remaining flame, they fought hard at the sacrificial site called "Nordic", burning out all their life and divinity.
And at this moment, the final sacrifice has been completed, and they will be blessed by the new god and reborn from the ashes.
Looking at the familiar faces in front of him, the starlight on Orlaug's body shook violently, and his face was full of astonishment:
"This, this is impossible!"
"You don't understand what 'maybe' means."
Luo En sneered and shook his head, looking at the Best Supporting Actor behind him.
"A person who sacrifices everything and fights against fate all his life can be shameless, mean, and bear all the sins, but there is only one thing he will not do, and that is - bow to [fate]!"
"So, can we beat up this son of a bitch, Fate?"
Odin walked forward, staring with his bloodshot eye at the source of all the misfortunes with a gloomy and hateful look.
(End of this chapter)
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