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Chapter 129
chapter 084 part 2
The war in the entire Nine Realms suddenly faltered at this moment. In front of the even more terrifying Martin, all their actions seemed to lose all meaning in an instant. Even Malekith, who was leading the charge, had been killed by Martin, and Nidhogg, prophesied to bring about Ragnarök, had been enslaved by Martin.
This War of the Ten Realms was utterly ruined by the heaven-sent powerful figure, Martin. Similarly, the battle situation was even more brutal in some respects.
Heaven crashed, plummeting directly to the bottom of the World Tree, with no possibility of rising again. Its Angels were also slaughtered clean.
The Dark Elves were also on the brink of Annihilation. They were exploited by Fire Demons, who massacred them wantonly, and their leader Malekith also died in battle.
The Fire Demon race was simply completely enslaved by Martin.
The entire Nine Realms were under Martin's shadow. At this moment, Martin's prestige had already surpassed God King Odin, making him the uncrowned king beneath the entire World Tree!
The final question was...
"What exactly were the secrets of the World Tree's Divine Power Laws..."
With a bang, Martin slammed Nidhogg onto the ground. Amidst continuous sneers, murderous intent surged, and he even raised a hand to tear a wound on Nidhogg's body, extracting a large amount of blood.
"You bastard, do you want to die?! The great Nidhogg should not suffer such humiliation!!"
Nidhogg roared furiously, struggling wildly, but it was just roaring and struggling.
The Global Academy of Sciences had already taken action at this time, beginning to collect the corpses of various God Races, furiously engaging in Genetic Engineering. They were attempting to decipher the Life Code of these God Races, especially to uncover the secret of their ability to possess the Divine Power of the World Tree.
Without a doubt, indigenous lifeforms born within the World Tree were all mysteriously protected by the inherent laws of the World Tree itself.
What the scientists of the academy had to do was to discover this principle and then utilize it.
Whoosh!
The Space Bridge activated, and from it emerged a slender figure, yet one emanating a strong scent of blood.
Sindr had arrived.
"I have fulfilled my promise. I've killed all the Dark Elves in Svartalfheim," Sindr said with a grim expression, walking directly up to Martin, an aura of killing intent emanating from her, warning others to stay away.
"Very good," Martin said, a look of appreciation on his face. "As your reward, I permit you to continue as the king of the Fire Demon race, ruling Muspelheim."
But this only fueled Sindr's anger. She growled, "I was already the king of the Fire Demon race! I already ruled Muspelheim! I don't need a detestable fellow like you to confer the title upon me!! What do you think you are? The King of the Nine Realms? You're not even a God Race member; you don't even have the World Tree's Divine Power within you!"
"Then I'll kill you and let Surtur rule Muspelheim. I imagine your father would be very happy to see that," Martin said seriously.
Sindr's expression grew even grimmer, filled with a deep sense of indignation.
"Come with me, I'll show you something good. This is also my most satisfying experimental subject so far."
Martin suddenly stood up, stretched languidly, then directly straddled Nidhogg, who was napping nearby. After kicking him, he said indifferently, "To the Kaon Arena."
"The great Nidhogg will never be a slave!"
The Demonic Dragon let out a majestic roar, then soared into the sky with a mighty whoosh.
Sindr's eye twitched. She braced herself and followed.
Soon, the massive Kaon Arena appeared before them. It was bustling with activity; even though the war clouds hadn't fully dispersed, some warlike individuals had already gathered there, taking advantage of the wartime lull to enjoy the fierce gladiatorial matches.
Martin was in the air, looking down. He raised a finger and said, "That person is named Kratos. He comes from Mount Olympus. He is currently my most satisfying creation. In him, you will see a miracle."
### Chapter 162
In the center of the magnificent arena.
Clamp was showing off his might. His Chassis, newly repaired with Transformation Gold and Vibranium, burst forth with even greater power.
He powerfully hurled the opposing Transformer away and immediately raised his arms high, basking in the wild cheers of countless people. His face showed an expression of intoxication and enjoyment.
Without a doubt, he was the biggest star on this planet, the king of popularity. Wherever he appeared, he was undeniably the center, praised and worshipped by countless residents.
"Roar!!"
Clamp roared, once again defeating the formidable enemy before him.
Just then, a short figure stepped into the arena.
His body was tattooed with blood-red patterns, his skin was ashen, and his face was a mask of ferocity and fanaticism.
"God of War Kratos, it's that troublesome fellow again..."
Clamp felt a headache coming on. He quickly scanned the guy before him. What made his heart pound was that he discovered the guy's aura was even more terrifying, and his Energy Fluctuations also surpassed what they were before.
"He got stronger again? How much time has passed? This rate of improvement is simply too exaggerated."
"Clamp! I'll defeat you and become the strongest gladiator!"
Kratos roared, and powerful Divine Power Fluctuations surged around him. Moreover, this Divine Power was extremely mixed; Divine Powers from different divine systems clashed and rubbed against each other, constantly producing powerful roars.
This rendered Kratos as if he was constantly emitting multicolored Holy Light.
The two figures began to run, and amidst the cheers of countless people, they crashed into each other with a boom.
"What's wrong with this guy? Asgardian Divine Power, Olympian Divine Power, Maya Divine Power... He's carrying so much Divine Power, yet he hasn't died?!"
Sindr's eyes widened. She watched Kratos in shock, feeling the strange Divine Power Fluctuations emanating from him, her face filled with astonishment.
(end of chapter)
The war in the entire Nine Realms suddenly faltered at this moment. In front of the even more terrifying Martin, all their actions seemed to lose all meaning in an instant. Even Malekith, who was leading the charge, had been killed by Martin, and Nidhogg, prophesied to bring about Ragnarök, had been enslaved by Martin.
This War of the Ten Realms was utterly ruined by the heaven-sent powerful figure, Martin. Similarly, the battle situation was even more brutal in some respects.
Heaven crashed, plummeting directly to the bottom of the World Tree, with no possibility of rising again. Its Angels were also slaughtered clean.
The Dark Elves were also on the brink of Annihilation. They were exploited by Fire Demons, who massacred them wantonly, and their leader Malekith also died in battle.
The Fire Demon race was simply completely enslaved by Martin.
The entire Nine Realms were under Martin's shadow. At this moment, Martin's prestige had already surpassed God King Odin, making him the uncrowned king beneath the entire World Tree!
The final question was...
"What exactly were the secrets of the World Tree's Divine Power Laws..."
With a bang, Martin slammed Nidhogg onto the ground. Amidst continuous sneers, murderous intent surged, and he even raised a hand to tear a wound on Nidhogg's body, extracting a large amount of blood.
"You bastard, do you want to die?! The great Nidhogg should not suffer such humiliation!!"
Nidhogg roared furiously, struggling wildly, but it was just roaring and struggling.
The Global Academy of Sciences had already taken action at this time, beginning to collect the corpses of various God Races, furiously engaging in Genetic Engineering. They were attempting to decipher the Life Code of these God Races, especially to uncover the secret of their ability to possess the Divine Power of the World Tree.
Without a doubt, indigenous lifeforms born within the World Tree were all mysteriously protected by the inherent laws of the World Tree itself.
What the scientists of the academy had to do was to discover this principle and then utilize it.
Whoosh!
The Space Bridge activated, and from it emerged a slender figure, yet one emanating a strong scent of blood.
Sindr had arrived.
"I have fulfilled my promise. I've killed all the Dark Elves in Svartalfheim," Sindr said with a grim expression, walking directly up to Martin, an aura of killing intent emanating from her, warning others to stay away.
"Very good," Martin said, a look of appreciation on his face. "As your reward, I permit you to continue as the king of the Fire Demon race, ruling Muspelheim."
But this only fueled Sindr's anger. She growled, "I was already the king of the Fire Demon race! I already ruled Muspelheim! I don't need a detestable fellow like you to confer the title upon me!! What do you think you are? The King of the Nine Realms? You're not even a God Race member; you don't even have the World Tree's Divine Power within you!"
"Then I'll kill you and let Surtur rule Muspelheim. I imagine your father would be very happy to see that," Martin said seriously.
Sindr's expression grew even grimmer, filled with a deep sense of indignation.
"Come with me, I'll show you something good. This is also my most satisfying experimental subject so far."
Martin suddenly stood up, stretched languidly, then directly straddled Nidhogg, who was napping nearby. After kicking him, he said indifferently, "To the Kaon Arena."
"The great Nidhogg will never be a slave!"
The Demonic Dragon let out a majestic roar, then soared into the sky with a mighty whoosh.
Sindr's eye twitched. She braced herself and followed.
Soon, the massive Kaon Arena appeared before them. It was bustling with activity; even though the war clouds hadn't fully dispersed, some warlike individuals had already gathered there, taking advantage of the wartime lull to enjoy the fierce gladiatorial matches.
Martin was in the air, looking down. He raised a finger and said, "That person is named Kratos. He comes from Mount Olympus. He is currently my most satisfying creation. In him, you will see a miracle."
### Chapter 162
In the center of the magnificent arena.
Clamp was showing off his might. His Chassis, newly repaired with Transformation Gold and Vibranium, burst forth with even greater power.
He powerfully hurled the opposing Transformer away and immediately raised his arms high, basking in the wild cheers of countless people. His face showed an expression of intoxication and enjoyment.
Without a doubt, he was the biggest star on this planet, the king of popularity. Wherever he appeared, he was undeniably the center, praised and worshipped by countless residents.
"Roar!!"
Clamp roared, once again defeating the formidable enemy before him.
Just then, a short figure stepped into the arena.
His body was tattooed with blood-red patterns, his skin was ashen, and his face was a mask of ferocity and fanaticism.
"God of War Kratos, it's that troublesome fellow again..."
Clamp felt a headache coming on. He quickly scanned the guy before him. What made his heart pound was that he discovered the guy's aura was even more terrifying, and his Energy Fluctuations also surpassed what they were before.
"He got stronger again? How much time has passed? This rate of improvement is simply too exaggerated."
"Clamp! I'll defeat you and become the strongest gladiator!"
Kratos roared, and powerful Divine Power Fluctuations surged around him. Moreover, this Divine Power was extremely mixed; Divine Powers from different divine systems clashed and rubbed against each other, constantly producing powerful roars.
This rendered Kratos as if he was constantly emitting multicolored Holy Light.
The two figures began to run, and amidst the cheers of countless people, they crashed into each other with a boom.
"What's wrong with this guy? Asgardian Divine Power, Olympian Divine Power, Maya Divine Power... He's carrying so much Divine Power, yet he hasn't died?!"
Sindr's eyes widened. She watched Kratos in shock, feeling the strange Divine Power Fluctuations emanating from him, her face filled with astonishment.
(end of chapter)
