Chapter 1143: Chapter 145: Your sister is in my hands!
Nordic, Netherworld.
Death Goddess Hela stands before the door, looking at the sunset sinking below the horizon, her hopeful gaze once again dimming.
Another day passed…
The Night Sky Sword erging in her hand swings backward, the new sword marks occupying the last remaining corner of the wall.
Hela turns back, glances at the wall covered with dense sword marks, and suddenly feels a suffocating frustration. The Night Sky Sword in her hand sweeps forward, shattering the entire wall.
“Even if you erase these, you can’t change the reality you face: no one cares about you. They all just treat you as a tool, to be called upon and dismissed at will…”
“Phew!”
The sword light flashes past, abruptly halting the obscure and low voice.
Hela turns to look outside the door, gazing at the wriggling black mud that once again aggregates into a humanoid form, a cold glare emanating from her eyes:
“You actually dare to co back!”
“You haven’t co to find for so long, so I had to find you.”
The black mud solidifies, and the Giant King with frost-blue skin walks into the palace gate with a trace of helplessness.
Hela responds with a cold smile:
“What? Did you think I would help you? Don’t dream!”
“No, you don’t need to help .”
Lafei shakes his head, a aningful smile appearing on his face,
“Nor do you need to help anyone…”
The low voice ripples in the air, disturbing the strands of fate and the heart river of all things.
Do nothing at all?
Hela mutters, her previously silent eyes flickering for a long ti.
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The next day, at dawn.
The Nordic army, which had suffered in the last battle, gathered once again outside the Mist Forest.
Luo En stands inside the camp, looking around at the leaders of the Nine Realms of Northern Europe seated around him, asking once more:
“Are you sure you want to go all out?”
“Do we even need to say it!”
The impulsive Asa Chief God Thor slapped the table and answered loudly,
“Regarding that Celtic Origin Goddess, the Norn Three Goddesses told us about her situation last night. She is not complete, and we are not without a chance! Brother, since you have a way, then lead us to charge once more!”
“That’s right, with high risk cos high reward!”
Representing Midgard, Elf, and Dwarf factions, Wise Wolf Helo imdiately spoke, a hint of crafty smile on her delicate face,
“And I believe, father, you never fight a battle you aren’t sure of winning.”
Temporarily managing the Warner Army in her father’s place, Love Goddess Freya spoke with a cheerful smile:
“You saved our lives, whatever you choose to do, we will follow.”
Upon hearing those words tinged with ambiguity, Scadi’s face darkens, unwilling to be outdone, she responds:
“We’re the sa, you can command the forces of Jotunheim at will!”
Luo En’s gaze sweeps across the pantheon of gods present, reminding them once more:
“If we lose this battle, all of you will die.”
“Livestock will die, deities will die, kin will die, oneself will die… Everything in the world ends thus, but the glorious deeds will never perish!”
Aged yet resonant voice cos from outside the tent, responding with the long-standing Nordic “Havamal Proverbs”.
Suddenly, a gaunt figure lifts the curtain and strides into the camp.
Even with his face showing bloodless pallor, his aura extrely weak, his posture is upright like ancient pine trees, exuding sharpness like knives and swords.
It turns out to be Odin, who should be resting in bed.
He looks around carefully, finally fixing his gaze on Luo En, raising a hand solemnly and expectantly patting the shoulder of his Blood Alliance Brother:
“Give the command, Loki!”
After the Norn Three Goddesses’ explanation last night, Odin and the Nordic pantheon had mostly grasped the current predicant.
Two paths lay ahead.
One, admit defeat, retreat quietly back to Albion’s Tomb, withdrawing from the Celtic God Era as soon as possible. Though this move can preserve strength to the maximum extent, no one can guarantee during the retreat whether that Celtic Origin Goddess of the Danu Divine Race will lead forces to cut off their retreat.
Moreover, returning so shafully after consuming a great amount of Heavenly Destiny and Spirituality with nothing to show for it, not ntioning the disgrace, the prophesized [Ragnarök] is likely to arrive early.
Second, stake their chips and try once more. As proven in the previous battle, that Origin Goddess is not invincible. At the ti, Luo En, blessed by the Norn Three Goddesses and the entire Valkyrie Corps, could fight the incomplete Origin Goddess to a draw. If they are to bet more and have all Nordic gods infuse Divinity and Authority to bless Luo En, they might just have the chance to turn defeat into victory.
Then, whether it’s the sha of failure or the shadow of [Ragnarök], all issues can be resolved.
For this reason, filled with adventurous and martial spirit in their hearts, the Nordic gods unanimously agreed to return to the Mist Forest and fight with the Origin God of the Danu Divine Race once more.
Seeing it pass unanimously, even Odin himself dragged his severely injured body here to lend support, naturally, Luo En had no reason to refuse.
“Alright then, everyone, begin preparing for the Great Sacrifice!”
With a wave of his hand, the leaders from various factions of the Nine Realms swiftly stood up, streaming out of the camp to their respective bases, quickly preparing for their assigned tasks.
As the gods departed, Odin standing inside the camp couldn’t help but hunch his back, strands of fatigue appearing on his face.
After all, it was a direct strike from an Origin God. Although he endured it, moving vigorously still proved a bit difficult.
“Why aren’t you resting in your room?” Luo En expresses concern while helping the other party to sit down.
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