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Chapter 39
chapter 023 part 1
Odin had truly reached the end of his life. Clutching his battle-axe, he stumbled and fell onto the continent of Asgard, a sight witnessed by all surviving Asgardians, their eyes red-rimmed.
“I’m so tired… I dominated the Nine Realms for millions of years, yet I must now witness Asgard’s decline and ruin.”
Odin’s face was weary. His bodily functions, following the battle just fought, had completely ebbed away. He couldn't even wield Stormbreaker anymore. But at least, there was one more thing he could do.
Unseal… the World Tree, and release his other offspring.
“Father…”
Loki slowly approached, his expression complex.
Odin slowly closed his eyes: “In some ways, you are more suited to be a King than Thor. What a pity…”
“A pity I’m not your biological son?! I know it all now, I’m Laufey’s son!!” Loki roared, his eyes bloodshot.
“No, that’s not the reason… It’s because an offspring more terrifying than myself will inherit the throne. One last piece of advice… run. If you don’t run now, it will be too late.”
Having said this, Odin released his grip, and Stormbreaker fell weakly, hitting the ground with a thud.
Loki looked bewildered, watching Odin breathe his last, listening to a mournful cry from the entire World Tree, accompanied by a subtle roar of excitement, its source unknown.
A huge vortex appeared.
A slender figure, radiating gloom and deathly silence, slowly emerged from the vortex.
“Odin, in the end, I still won. You couldn't imprison me forever.”
The woman waved her hand, and a long sword appeared. The Necrotic Energy emanating from her grew even more terrifying, making Loki tremble.
“The ultimate victor is still I, Hela, the God of Death!”
Hela raised her hand, throwing out a sword that pierced Odin’s chest.
“What are you doing, you bastard?”
Loki’s face twisted in fury. Even though the woman opposite him filled him with an instinctive dread, he still drew his dagger.
“Taking back what’s mine. Did that old man tell you nothing before he died?” Hela coldly glanced at Loki, paused, sensing the Bloodline in him, but then ignored it. Trash wasn’t worth her time.
From Odin’s corpse, a vast amount of Odin’s power immediately surged forth, entirely devoured by Hela.
At this moment, Hela became even more formidable. With the support of the entire Asgardian continent, as long as she stood on Asgard, she would never run out of strength.
“Asgard has actually been reduced to this ghostly state? It doesn't matter. As long as I am here, its peak glory will surely return, and the entire Nine Realms will fall under the shadow of the Aesir.”
Hela ran a hand through her flowing dark hair, revealing a captivating smile.
Boom!
Just then.
At this moment, when everything should have settled and a new King was about to ascend.
A Portal suddenly appeared, and the colossal Surtur abruptly emerged. Wielding the Twilight Sword, he raised it high with a ferocious expression, then slammed it down, piercing the continent of Asgard!
“I, Surtur, have come by the command of the Machine God, to bring Ragnarök to Asgard!”
Chapter 53
Surtur had arrived!
Wielding the Twilight Sword, a symbol of doomsday and extinction, he plunged it down. Divine Power surged through his body, instantly tearing through the entire Asgardian continent.
The moment his feet touched Asgard, he roared to the heavens with a joyous howl. Raging flames burned, instantly transforming this world, which had just become a land of ice and snow, into a lava inferno.
His sudden arrival, a full-force strike upon the continent of Asgard, caused the colossal landmass to violently tremble in an instant, showing signs of collapse.
“Surtur!! Why are you here!! Odin truly was a useless fool, not only losing his mettle in old age but also his mind, failing to deal with the aftermath before his death!!”
Hela was shocked and enraged. Gritting her teeth, terrifying Divine Power surged around her, instantly unleashing an incredibly frantic Cosmic Pressure. She abandoned the already stunned Loki and, with a furious rush, lunged towards the Fire Giant.
She couldn't allow Surtur to rampage like this, or it would be true Ragnarök!
According to ancient prophecy, the destruction of Asgard would mark the beginning of the most tragic era. How could she, Hela, who aspired to be the sovereign of the Nine Realms, allow such a thing to happen?
Her anger and dissatisfaction with Odin reached their peak.
Hela flung her hand, unleashing dozens of sharp blades in quick succession, which whistled as they shot towards Surtur. But Surtur merely roared, venting his fury on the entire Asgardian continent, making his destructive rampage even more frenzied.
He was an immortal Skyfather, whom even Odin failed to kill back then, let alone Hela!
The entire Asgardian continent was collapsing, and Hela distinctly felt her power draining away.
“It's useless! Not even the Necrosword can kill me!”
Surtur sneered repeatedly, roaring loudly, and delivered a final sword strike. The entire Asgardian continent instantly split in two, and countless Asgardians, amid endless wails, drifted into the vastness of space.
The entire Asgardian God Race was on the brink of extinction.
Even Hela, the God of Death, ultimately failed to save this world. No one expected Surtur to suddenly appear.
“Very good. Now it’s time for the struggle between you and me. Let’s see if I kill you, or you kill me!”
Surtur's expression was savage, his fiery face bearing a thick, bloodthirsty intent. He had put everything else aside, and with a single swing of his sword, he attacked Hela.
Asgard was gone, so why did she still cling to life?
Two Skyfather-level beings erupted into a brutal clash, both harboring deep-seated hatred for each other, driven by extreme animosity and repulsion. With every confrontation, Divine Power vibrated, countless high-energy particles collided, creating a scene of utter destruction.
Hela, stripped of Asgard’s augmentation, found herself struggling against Surtur. Even with Odin’s power, she felt powerless. She was still lacking too much when facing a seasoned, immortal God.
Their terrifying clash shook the Nine Realms. Many Gods were startled, especially seeing the Asgardian continent in the upper reaches of the World Tree instantly collapse, large fragments plummeting downwards. All beings were shocked.
Odin had truly reached the end of his life. Clutching his battle-axe, he stumbled and fell onto the continent of Asgard, a sight witnessed by all surviving Asgardians, their eyes red-rimmed.
“I’m so tired… I dominated the Nine Realms for millions of years, yet I must now witness Asgard’s decline and ruin.”
Odin’s face was weary. His bodily functions, following the battle just fought, had completely ebbed away. He couldn't even wield Stormbreaker anymore. But at least, there was one more thing he could do.
Unseal… the World Tree, and release his other offspring.
“Father…”
Loki slowly approached, his expression complex.
Odin slowly closed his eyes: “In some ways, you are more suited to be a King than Thor. What a pity…”
“A pity I’m not your biological son?! I know it all now, I’m Laufey’s son!!” Loki roared, his eyes bloodshot.
“No, that’s not the reason… It’s because an offspring more terrifying than myself will inherit the throne. One last piece of advice… run. If you don’t run now, it will be too late.”
Having said this, Odin released his grip, and Stormbreaker fell weakly, hitting the ground with a thud.
Loki looked bewildered, watching Odin breathe his last, listening to a mournful cry from the entire World Tree, accompanied by a subtle roar of excitement, its source unknown.
A huge vortex appeared.
A slender figure, radiating gloom and deathly silence, slowly emerged from the vortex.
“Odin, in the end, I still won. You couldn't imprison me forever.”
The woman waved her hand, and a long sword appeared. The Necrotic Energy emanating from her grew even more terrifying, making Loki tremble.
“The ultimate victor is still I, Hela, the God of Death!”
Hela raised her hand, throwing out a sword that pierced Odin’s chest.
“What are you doing, you bastard?”
Loki’s face twisted in fury. Even though the woman opposite him filled him with an instinctive dread, he still drew his dagger.
“Taking back what’s mine. Did that old man tell you nothing before he died?” Hela coldly glanced at Loki, paused, sensing the Bloodline in him, but then ignored it. Trash wasn’t worth her time.
From Odin’s corpse, a vast amount of Odin’s power immediately surged forth, entirely devoured by Hela.
At this moment, Hela became even more formidable. With the support of the entire Asgardian continent, as long as she stood on Asgard, she would never run out of strength.
“Asgard has actually been reduced to this ghostly state? It doesn't matter. As long as I am here, its peak glory will surely return, and the entire Nine Realms will fall under the shadow of the Aesir.”
Hela ran a hand through her flowing dark hair, revealing a captivating smile.
Boom!
Just then.
At this moment, when everything should have settled and a new King was about to ascend.
A Portal suddenly appeared, and the colossal Surtur abruptly emerged. Wielding the Twilight Sword, he raised it high with a ferocious expression, then slammed it down, piercing the continent of Asgard!
“I, Surtur, have come by the command of the Machine God, to bring Ragnarök to Asgard!”
Chapter 53
Surtur had arrived!
Wielding the Twilight Sword, a symbol of doomsday and extinction, he plunged it down. Divine Power surged through his body, instantly tearing through the entire Asgardian continent.
The moment his feet touched Asgard, he roared to the heavens with a joyous howl. Raging flames burned, instantly transforming this world, which had just become a land of ice and snow, into a lava inferno.
His sudden arrival, a full-force strike upon the continent of Asgard, caused the colossal landmass to violently tremble in an instant, showing signs of collapse.
“Surtur!! Why are you here!! Odin truly was a useless fool, not only losing his mettle in old age but also his mind, failing to deal with the aftermath before his death!!”
Hela was shocked and enraged. Gritting her teeth, terrifying Divine Power surged around her, instantly unleashing an incredibly frantic Cosmic Pressure. She abandoned the already stunned Loki and, with a furious rush, lunged towards the Fire Giant.
She couldn't allow Surtur to rampage like this, or it would be true Ragnarök!
According to ancient prophecy, the destruction of Asgard would mark the beginning of the most tragic era. How could she, Hela, who aspired to be the sovereign of the Nine Realms, allow such a thing to happen?
Her anger and dissatisfaction with Odin reached their peak.
Hela flung her hand, unleashing dozens of sharp blades in quick succession, which whistled as they shot towards Surtur. But Surtur merely roared, venting his fury on the entire Asgardian continent, making his destructive rampage even more frenzied.
He was an immortal Skyfather, whom even Odin failed to kill back then, let alone Hela!
The entire Asgardian continent was collapsing, and Hela distinctly felt her power draining away.
“It's useless! Not even the Necrosword can kill me!”
Surtur sneered repeatedly, roaring loudly, and delivered a final sword strike. The entire Asgardian continent instantly split in two, and countless Asgardians, amid endless wails, drifted into the vastness of space.
The entire Asgardian God Race was on the brink of extinction.
Even Hela, the God of Death, ultimately failed to save this world. No one expected Surtur to suddenly appear.
“Very good. Now it’s time for the struggle between you and me. Let’s see if I kill you, or you kill me!”
Surtur's expression was savage, his fiery face bearing a thick, bloodthirsty intent. He had put everything else aside, and with a single swing of his sword, he attacked Hela.
Asgard was gone, so why did she still cling to life?
Two Skyfather-level beings erupted into a brutal clash, both harboring deep-seated hatred for each other, driven by extreme animosity and repulsion. With every confrontation, Divine Power vibrated, countless high-energy particles collided, creating a scene of utter destruction.
Hela, stripped of Asgard’s augmentation, found herself struggling against Surtur. Even with Odin’s power, she felt powerless. She was still lacking too much when facing a seasoned, immortal God.
Their terrifying clash shook the Nine Realms. Many Gods were startled, especially seeing the Asgardian continent in the upper reaches of the World Tree instantly collapse, large fragments plummeting downwards. All beings were shocked.
