Chapter 792: Chapter 9: Beating and Scolding are Signs of Affection, Deep Love Leads to Quick Death Chapter 792: Chapter 9: Beating and Scolding are Signs of Affection, Deep Love Leads to Quick Death At that mont, Odin, who was searching another field, heard the noise and hurried over, confronting the unexpected guest with a cold snort,
“The item was found by us first, it’s not your place to be pointing fingers and giving orders. Did your family never teach you manners before you left ho?”
“Item?”
The woman, on hearing this, coldly chuckled in response,
“All things have spirit, they belong only to themselves, not as slaves to anyone! To treat a life that possesses spirituality so trivially, using it as a trophy to boast about, is that what your upbringing taught you?”
Faced with such an unceremonious retort, Odin’s expression suddenly darkened.
Objectively speaking, she was a rather beautiful woman.
Her skin was as pale as milk, her features elegant and pronounced, and golden hair interspersed with white feathers. Her white dress from an alien race hid her graceful curves, and the nurous rune plaques and tal accessories on her golden belt chid like wind chis as she moved, bringing a unique sense of mystery.
But such an overbearing attitude was not to Odin’s liking.
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He, the majestic Asa Divine King, when had he ever been lectured like this?
Seeing Odin’s divinity surging in his hands, Luo En quickly grabbed his blood brother’s shoulder, stepping forward with a smile trying to smooth things over.
“Haha, my friend, it’s all in jest, no need for such anger. May I have the honor of knowing your na?”
“Gulveig!”
The woman proudly responded, her expression softening a bit towards the smiling face before her.
Luo En’s heart stirred, and he continued to smile and inquire,
“From your attire, are you from Valhalla?”
“What if I am!”
Her voice suddenly turned cold, her gaze becoming sowhat wary.
Seeing her reaction, Luo En’s guess was confird.
It was indeed her!
The Light Bearer, Gulveig, a goddess from the Warner Divine Race skilled in Said Witchcraft and possessing powerful magical powers. Her divine na, in the Nordic language, carries dual anings of “golden” and “strength,” fitting the woman’s image before him.
But more importantly, she seed to be the spark that ignited the great war between the Asa Divine Race and the Warner Divine Race!
According to the epic records, even Odin himself could not subdue her!
Yet such a powerful goddess had only appeared once in the early part of Nordic mythology.
Thus, the na Gulveig was likely a pseudonym; her true identity must be soone else.
Whom could it be?
Just as Luo En was about to probe further, Odin, now aware of her identity, could barely contain his anger, his face darkened as he interrogated coldly,
“What are you doing coming to Midgard if you can’t stay peacefully in Valhalla?”
“Naturally, to help the lives here.”
Gulveig answered with a faint smile, her sparkling eyes then shifting towards the brown wolf cub in Luo En’s arms and the human village under the moonlight.
“As deities, it’s our duty to help them establish and survive in harsh environnts.”
“I’d say that’s unnecessary, how the children of Asa live is not up to you aliens to ddle with!”
Odin scoffed continuously, his single eye emanating nace,
“Go back to Valhalla imdiately, and I will pretend tonight’s events never happened!”
Help? Sounds nice, but the Warner Divine Race probably mostly covets the faith power of humans, wanting to infiltrate the Midgard World and have a share in it.
Hearing this unapologetic refusal, Gulveig scoffed, shaking her head,
“I wondered who it was, so it’s the barbarian from Asgard, no wonder you are so oppressive.”
Odin, hearing this, his face beca stormy:
“What did you say?”
“I said, you Asa are a group of barbarians who know nothing but fighting and killing, completely lacking respect for life, incapable of properly governing this world; it would be better to leave these humans of Midgard to our Warner Divine Race to manage.”
Gulveig answered with a brimming smile, oblivious to Odin’s grim expression.
“Very well!” Odin laughed angrily, patterns of light moving on his body, his divine power roiling like a furious tempest.
At that very mont, Luo En, holding the small wolf cub, stepped back.
He now saw it clearly.
The Warner Divine Race ca specifically to provoke, aiming to test the strength of the Asa Divine Race to see if they could get a share of the Midgard World and even go further to seize the authority of the Nine Great Kingdoms, replacing the Asa pantheon.
Since it was a blatant dispute of interests, Odin, as the Divine King of Asa, naturally would not show weakness.
“Woman, you brought this upon yourself—Gungnir (the Divine Spear)!”
Accompanied by a grim shout, Odin unapologetically hurled the spear in his hand.
Gulveig, unhurriedly waving her magic wand, cast her best-known Said Witchcraft.
A pair of swan-like Light Feathers extended behind her, allowing her to easily dodge the golden radiance charging directly at her.
The Asa Divine King?
rely this…
Gulveig was derisively shaking her head when a sharp whooshing sound ca from behind.
“Thud!”
The returning golden radiance, carrying a fierce divinity, pierced straight through the chest of Goddess Gulveig.
The Light Bearer, Gulveig?
rely this…
Odin casually raised his hand, catching the divine spear automatically flying back into his grasp, sneering at the Warner deity ahead.
Gungnir ans “pierce,” renowned as “the lost divine spear of the Celestial Realm,” also known as “teor Spear,” crafted by dwarfs from the branches of the World Tree. This spear is sacred, and any oath made upon its tip cannot be retracted and must co to fruition, hence it is also called “Great Divine Declaration.”
Its true terror lies in the causal rule of “every throw must hit,” where no evasion or interference can help; the only way to break it is to intercept it head-on.
But faced with the divinity and authority of a Divine King, there are few forces in the Nine Great Kingdoms that could contend.
Thus, ever since obtaining this treasure from the dwarven craftsn, he had rarely faced defeat.
Only an outsider deity dared to provoke him, the Divine King, without knowing his opponent’s capabilities. It was truly overconfidence.
However, just as Odin lowered his arm and relaxed his guard, several pristine Light Feathers appeared out of nowhere and shot rapidly towards his face.
“Clang clang clang clang!”
A sword light like fire swept from the side, lting all the Light Feathers in a series of harsh tallic clashes.
“Don’t be careless; she’s not dead!”
Luo En’s grave voice reminded him, his gaze intense.
Odin broke into a cold sweat, following his blood brother’s gaze, he looked suspiciously at the goddess Gulveig’s chest.
The massive wound pierced by the Eternal Spear wasn’t bleeding, and the flesh around it was eerily growing back.
“To kill at the slightest disagreent, you Asa gods are as barbaric as the rumors say.”
Gulveig looked at Odin mockingly, then patted her completely healed chest and continued to snort coldly,
“Luckily, I know so Said Witchcraft, otherwise you might have succeeded.”
“You step into the territory of Asgard, trying to usurp the faith and Divine Authority of Asa, and you expect to be courteous to you?”
Odin scoffed disdainfully, his hand sketching with the Eternal Spear in the air.
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