Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 76 Ragnarok
As the giant serpent roared, countless enormous warships made of dead men's fingernails appeared from the southern fire kingdom of Muspelheim. The dark, towering warships, blotting out the sky, sailed from the southern fire kingdom all the way into the sea.

These warships were filled with fire giants clad in armor, while the leading ship of destiny, Nagilfa, carried Surtur, the progenitor of the fire giants, and his many powerful sons.

When was Surtur born? Nobody knows.

Because long before Ymir, the progenitor of the frost giants, was born, this progenitor of the fire giants had already been born. In a world where everything was in chaos, this progenitor of the fire giants was already fulfilling his mission. He stayed in the land of fire, Muspelheim, silently using his fire sword to continuously slash at the glaciers in the chaotic world. The ice chunks that were knocked off the glaciers mixed with the flames to form scalding steam, and Ymir, the frost giant, was born from this steam.

The power of this progenitor of fire giants was immeasurable, yet he was naturally indifferent to worldly affairs, neither vying with the God King for dominion over the world nor interested in expanding his power. He simply lived and multiplied his descendants in the Land of Fire, having no contact with the gods. But now, this progenitor of fire giants was leading his offspring out of the Land of Fire for the first time ever.

The enormous fire giant silently raised his head. Before him, the sky and earth were shrouded in darkness, the ocean had submerged everything, and a torrential downpour was falling in the gloomy world. The rain was so intense that nothing could be seen clearly, and the whole world appeared as a blur.

In this world of raging winds and torrential rain, one can vaguely see, behind the blurry rain curtain, a magnificent beast so large it seems to reach the sky, roaring at the heavens amidst a vast ocean—a truly awe-inspiring sight.

Its enormous size and resounding roar made the progenitor of the fire giants seem to see a once invincible figure in a daze.

"Loki, is that your child? He's almost as powerful as Ymir..."

As the progenitor of the fire giants spoke, Loki watched silently beside him.

His once handsome face was now unrecognizable, corroded beyond recognition by the venom of the snakes. His thin body had become almost skeletal after thousands of years of torment. He had just been rescued by the fire giant, and he was only wearing a thin linen garment to cover his body. His exposed chest and twisted limbs were covered with horrifying scars from the corrosion of venom.

Rather than calling him a former god, it's more accurate to describe him as a hideous and monstrous ghost. I doubt anyone would believe that he was once the carefree and frivolous god of fire, Loki.

In response to Surtur's words, Loki simply said calmly.

"Surtur, all you have to do is help me kill the gods, nothing else is your concern."

His voice was hoarse. The venom had not only destroyed his appearance but also corroded his vocal cords, making his voice no longer as free and unrestrained as it once was. He stared at the sky above him, his indifferent snake eyes filled with an unspeakable resentment.

"What a boring god. Fine, you are the god of fire, and we are the fire giants. As long as you keep your promise, we will not interfere with anything else."

The calm voice of the progenitor of the fire giants rang out. What kind of promise did this progenitor of the fire giants make with Loki? Perhaps no one would know.

……

On the vast ocean, a massive, dark fleet of ships pressed on, its presence blotting out the sky. Wherever it went, the seawater was boiled by the flames emanating from these fire giants, and the sea was ablaze with intense heat. Nothing could stop the advance of this enormous fleet.

As this mighty fleet advanced, suddenly, an equally enormous fleet sailed in from the Land of Mist in the north. The undead ships, composed of dead men's bones and broken skulls, constantly exuded a silent and chilling aura of the underworld, rendering the northern sky deathly still.

Meanwhile, in the sea, countless weak undead and wandering souls, unworthy to board the ships, were scattered throughout the ocean, soaking in the water and surrounding these ghostly ships. The ignorant and mindless wandering souls wailed and instinctively circled around these undead warships. The silent murmurs and cries of the dead filled the entire sea, gradually transforming this living world into a world of death.

If no one stops them, one day the whole world will be dragged into the land of the dead by these spirits.

On the lead undead ship, Hela, the goddess of death, whose body was half beautiful and half pale like a corpse, indifferently watched the army of fire giants before her.

She surveyed the massive fleet that blotted out the sky before her, then flew into the air to the leading ship of destiny, Nagilfa. Facing her father, who now resembled a ghost, her face remained expressionless; she simply bowed slightly and said, "Father."

Looking at his youngest daughter, the frail Loki managed a weak smile and tried to stand up, but his weak body caused him to stumble and nearly fall.

Hela stepped forward and helped her father up. Unlike her two brothers who only liked to rely on strength, Hela, with her complex mind, understood better than anyone else just how wise her father was. His intelligence and rationality were far beyond what any other god or giant could match.

It was precisely because of this reverence for wisdom that Hela held her father in exceptional high esteem.

After struggling to his feet, Loki, panting, looked up at the dark, cloud-covered sky above, his gaze seemingly fixed on the realm of the gods, and said something inexplicably.

"It's time... Fenrir!"

At the end, his voice suddenly rose, as if he were calling out for something.

……

Kior, this enormous rock, is deeply rooted in the World Tree, which has bound the demon wolf that could devour the gods.

"Ho..."

At this moment, a dark aura enveloped the area around the giant rock, with only occasional terrifying growls emanating from the dark mist indicating that a monster was bound inside.

But suddenly, the sound of chains breaking came from inside...

The demon wolf broke free from the invisible chains binding it, raised its head, and gazed at the sky. Its violent pupils were filled with an unyielding hatred. For over ten thousand years, it had been imprisoned, suffering the torment and pain of sharp knives piercing its throat. Now it was time to take revenge on those gods.

It suddenly let out a howl, and its body instantly swelled up.

"Awoooo ...

Its fur grew wildly, and its body, which was originally no taller than a person, began to grow rapidly, becoming larger than a mountain peak and larger than the ocean. In the end, this demonic wolf was almost as large as its brother.

It opened its blood-red maw, its upper jaw touching the sky and its lower jaw touching the ground, one front paw stepping into the mortal world, while its other hind paw had already stepped into the underworld.

The entire universe seemed to become crowded as a result. A wolf and a snake each occupied half of the world. The giant snake's enormous body coiled around the entire world, while the demon wolf stood on this world, roaring loudly at the universe, venting the anger that had been imprisoned for tens of thousands of years.

Meanwhile, in the divine realm of Asgard, Heimdall, the guardian of the gods who had witnessed everything below, no longer hesitated and finally sounded the war horn used to summon the gods.

"Waaaaaaahh ...

The war horns then resounded throughout the universe, announcing the arrival of this unprecedented and unparalleled final battle.

(End of this chapter)