Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 77 The war is coming
Meanwhile, the ship of destiny, Nagilfa, laden with fire giants, and numerous subsequent ghost ships had already sailed towards the Rainbow Bridge, and the frost giants had also arrived at its side.
The frost giants of Jotunheim, the fire giants of the Land of Fire, and the dead of the Underworld—of the nine worlds, apart from the lifeless Land of Mist and the human world destroyed by the sea stirred up by the serpent, half of the remaining seven worlds are gathered here.

The leader of the frost giants, Frim, was a colossal giant whose movements resembled the movement of a mountain. He glanced at the two massive fleets before him, quickly grasping the situation. He stepped forward and spoke to Loki in Giant's Tongue.

“Son of Ymir, you will be our leader and take revenge on those gods.”

The thunderous roar of the giants made the situation crystal clear: the decisive battle was imminent, and the entire universe needed a commander to lead this unprecedentedly massive army. Loki was undoubtedly the most suitable candidate, both in terms of identity and practical considerations.

Loki looked at him and answered with difficulty in a hoarse voice.

“I swear here and now that you will get what you want, giant Frim.”

The wolf and the snake, two enormous creatures, lowered their heads. Their two pairs of inhuman, enormous pupils hung like the sun and moon in the dark sky, looking down at everything below, at the ship of destiny, and at their biological "father," Loki. The wolf Fenrir was alright; it merely snorted, stirring up thunder in the sky. But the snake simply swished its tail dismissively.

The serpent's tail was enormous; with a single movement, it stirred up the entire ocean world into turmoil.

However, despite their displeasure, the two monsters tacitly acknowledged Loki's leadership.

Two equally enormous behemoths marched side by side, leading the way, followed closely by numerous frost giants, fire giants, the dead, and even many evil monsters. The wolf raised its head and spewed fierce flames toward the sky, while the serpent opened its mouth and spewed poisonous gas and mist onto the entire world, soon engulfing the entire universe in poisonous gas and flames.

Then, the giant serpent looked at the demonic wolf beside it, and the demonic wolf also glanced at it. The coldness, cruelty, and savagery in the wolf's pupils made the giant serpent feel as if it were seeing another version of itself.

"Ha ha……"

The giant snake laughed wildly. This demonic wolf was really interesting; it unexpectedly found it quite likable.

Perhaps it was because of their equally immense power, or perhaps it was because they were both monsters through and through, but the two monsters simply glanced at each other and immediately concluded that they would find common ground with each other.

In this universe filled with poisonous gas and flames, the black dragon Nidhogg has also flown out of the abyss and onto the overwhelming fleet and giant army, circling, flapping its broad wings, and emitting bursts of howls.

From the vast ocean, and from the city of Nano atop the giant serpent's head, emerged numerous half-human, half-serpent and half-human, half-fish sea monsters, as well as many highly venomous snakes. These snake people and venomous snakes, clad in heavy armor, were led by the serpent daughter Mona.

Mona, the Serpent Daughter, was already clad in exquisite armor. Surrounded by hundreds of beautiful maids, she gripped her pure gold scepter, the symbol of her power as the king of the ancient Eastern world. She rode a giant dolphin, flying through the air, closely following her creator and father before her.

The fire giants took the lead, riding their fiery mounts onto the Rainbow Bridge. With a roar, thousands of fire giants intended to storm their way into Asgard.

However, with a deafening roar that echoed throughout the universe, the Rainbow Bridge could not support the weight of so many fire giants, and the Rainbow Bridge, which had stood for thousands of years, collapsed.

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Meanwhile, in the realm of the gods, those who heard the war horns also began their preparations, gathering in the golden palace. The gods' vision allowed them to see the numerous rebel troops gathering below, and an indescribable anger surged in the hearts of these gods.

For thousands of years, the entire universe has groveled at their feet, and now, these giants defeated in the war of gods, the imprisoned monsters, and the suppressed evil gods dare to join forces in rebellion?!

Amidst the fervor of the gods, Odin, the king of the gods, remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking.

"There's something I must say, about the prophecy concerning the fate of the gods..."

The prophecy of Regaluk slowly came from the mouth of the God-King. Unlike the vague language that circulated among humans, the God-King, who had drunk from the Fountain of Wisdom, saw far more of the future than any other god knew.

The prophecy was so accurate that it clearly foretold the death and fate of every single deity: the King of Gods, the Queen of Gods, the God of Thunder, the God of Love, the God of War, the God of Poetry, the God of the Forest, the Goddess of Winter, the Goddess of Prophecy, the Goddess of Spring… including himself. The fates and destinies of all the gods were calmly proclaimed by Odin. Hearing their own fates, each god named by the King of Gods paled. Knowing when and by whom one would die was, after all, not a pleasant thing.

The gods looked at each other and remained silent for a while. Then, it was Tyr, the god of war with a missing hand, who was the first to stand up. This god of war, who possessed endless courage, looked up at the king of gods sitting on the throne and spoke calmly.

“God King, I was born a warrior. I do not understand what you mean by fate. Even if what you say is my fate, then dying on my shield is the fate I would prefer.”

As he spoke, his tone was filled with unwavering determination. Then he took a deep breath, suddenly pounded his chest with his hand, and shouted loudly at the God-King before him.

"God-King, give the order! Summon all the gods and heroic warriors in the universe, mount our warhorses, raise our battle flags, and for the sake of this universe and this prophecy, prove to those giants that the gods are not a group of cowards who dare not wield their swords in the face of fate!"

"Even in death, a god should die bravely on his shield, not in fear and cowardice on his bed!"

As he spoke, the God of War's voice grew even more impassioned.

The word "coward" was deeply ingrained in the hearts of every god present. As the God of War spoke, one god after another stood up. They did not speak, but the fervor in their eyes proved everything.

Even though the gods are not perfect, and even though they have all sorts of dark histories, they are still a group of gods who are proud to be warriors, with the pride of warriors, and they will never easily submit to fate.

Looking at the many gods gazing at him with eager eyes, the aged one-eyed god-king remained silent. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he smiled inexplicably.

"Haha...hahahaha..."

For tens of thousands of years, ever since this god-king drank from the Fountain of Wisdom, the heavy pressure of Ragnarok had been weighing on his head, preventing him from ever laughing again and keeping him silent. But now, for the first time, he laughed.

Beneath that weary face, the smile was so radiant.

As if the pressure that had been weighing on his heart for thousands of years had vanished, a sense of relief washed over his face, and he slowly began to speak.

"Thor, Frey, you are brave warriors of Asgard. Go and guard the high walls of Asgard to prevent giants from entering. Heimdall, continue to guard the Star Fortress at the entrance to Asgard. Ares, go and assist Heimdall. Valkyries, go and gather the spirits in Valhalla and tell them that the great battle has begun..."

The God-King assigned tasks to each deity, including the God-Queen, who was also ordered to guard the city walls along with her maids. In the eyes of these gods, there was no distinction between men and women; everyone shared the same identity: warrior.

But the gods noticed that the King of Gods had not mentioned himself.

"And what about you, my father?"

"Poetry god Bragi asked in confusion."

"I?"

The God-King paused for a moment, then turned his gaze downwards. His single eye pierced through Asgard, the human world, and even the underworld, reaching deep into the heart of the World Tree.

There, a giant with white hair and beard leaned against a spring, fast asleep, while the god-king murmured as he looked at it.

"There's one more thing... I need to ask clearly."

(End of this chapter)