Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 88 The Final Ending
(A heavily modified version of Norse mythology is about to emerge)

Above the shattered sky, without the protection of the heavens, countless celestial flames surged into the universe through the holes, falling to the earth and into that world of death.

The human world has long since collapsed into the abyss of death, with only the shattered divine kingdom of Asgard barely able to float above it. There, the remaining gods and giants continue their frenzied battle amidst the apocalypse.

The headless god brandished his shattered battle axe, cleaving the ferocious dragon before him in two. The dragon, its wings broken, let out a mournful cry and plummeted helplessly into the abyss of death below. But then, a mountain thrown by a giant crushed the god into a bloody pulp.

Before the giant that had killed the god could even raise its head and roar in celebration, a heavily armored heroic warrior descended from the sky, roaring as he plunged his spear deep into its head. However, this heroic warrior did not live long, for soon after, the black dragon Nidhogg swept across the sky and swallowed it whole.

Everywhere were countless, incomplete, armored corpses; everywhere were bloodstains, some filthy, some sacred—the golden blood of gods, the emerald poison of frost giants, and the blood of fire giants, which resembled magma… In the face of death, all are equal.

On the battlefield of Ragnarok, filled with all the forces of evil and justice that determined the final fate of the entire universe, the venomous dragon Nidhogg spread its wings and soared freely across the battlefield, letting out a high-pitched roar to celebrate the death of the gods, occasionally landing on the battlefield to devour the corpses of those gods.

At that moment, a rather disheveled demonic wolf suddenly fell from the void. On this chaotic battlefield, the demonic wolf Fenrir's soft fur was covered in blood, with numerous wounds from the divine spear. It was panting heavily, and its limbs, which were standing on the ground, were even a little unsteady and trembling slightly.

Devouring the god-king Odin was no easy task. Even the wolf, known for its ability to swallow all the gods whole, had exhausted a great deal of its energy in countless battles across the river of time. Clearly, the wolf had underestimated the power of the god-king.

After being forcibly sent back to its own timeline, the demonic wolf was already exhausted. Just then, a god set his sights on it.

"Fenrir!"

Amidst the roar, Vidar, the forest god who had cleaved the giant before him with an axe, looked at the wolf not far away. The mighty man, who had realized that his father had been swallowed by this wolf, was filled with rage. He then abandoned all his enemies and charged furiously at Fenrir, the wolf in front of him.

Fenrir, the wolf, was not to be outdone. This ferocious monster, capable of changing its size at will, suddenly began to swell, roaring as it charged towards Vidar, the forest god, before it.

However, the god, filled with the flames of vengeance, also strode heavily. Symbolizing the immortal power of the forest, the god possessed infinite growth and resurrection abilities. With each step, its size would grow larger. When the towering giant, as large as a mountain, swung its giant axe and collided with the monster that was even larger in front of it, the resulting shockwave suddenly cleared the surrounding area.

"Click!!!"

Instantly, countless massive, cracked canyons appeared on the ground between them. The giant axe in his hand cleaved at the wolf's fangs, shattering them into fragments. The wolf bared its teeth and opened its mouth wide. Then, the enraged giant braced his hands against the wolf's upper jaw and stepped on its lower jaw with his black iron boots. Ignoring his bleeding hands, he roared, his furious roar echoing through the sky. His bulging muscles released immense power, making it impossible for the wolf to swallow the giant in front of it.

The wolf roared angrily, its body growing larger and larger. But at the same time, the enraged god in front of it was also growing larger. For every foot the wolf grew, the giant grew ten feet taller. With this ebb and flow, the angry roar began to be mixed with astonishment and fear.

The once arrogant demon wolf now desperately tried to break free from the ever-growing giant in its mouth. However, as the giant's jaws stretched wider and wider, the demon wolf's upper and lower jaws were finally torn apart by the god seeking revenge for his father. The resentful demon wolf let out its last howl of resentment before dying.

Fenrir the wolf, dead.

……

Meanwhile, the one-armed war god Tyr faced Garm, the loyal hound of Hela, the goddess of death, and the guardian of the underworld. Despite losing an arm and having only one of his two swords, the war god's fighting spirit remained high. His sword flashed as he battled the monster that had crawled out of the world of the dead. Garm, the hound of the underworld, guarded the gates of death. All the dead, even the ancient gods, had to submit to the ferocious power of this hound. It was Hela's greatest asset in commanding the entire underworld. Why would it fear a living god? This blood-red monster, resembling a skinned beast, fought fearlessly against the one-armed war god.

In the end, when the hound Garm bit through the throat of the god of war, the sword in the god of war's hand also pierced the body of the vicious dog, and both fell to the ground, going to the world of the dead.

This time, the ferocious dogs that once guarded the gates of death will also face the backlash of those long-resentful spirits as the dead.

Tyr, the God of War, is dead.

Garm the vicious dog is dead.

……

On the other hand, Frey, the handsome prince of the Vanir, chief god of the Aesir, master of the Elven kingdom, and god of fertility, also fought to the very end against the ancient progenitor of the fire giants.

Even without the invincible sword of victory, Frey was still an outstanding warrior wielding antlers. In his battle against Surtur, the fire giant wielding a flaming sword, the prince Frey, wounded in many places, fought a long and arduous battle with the fire giant. Finally, he succumbed to his injuries and collapsed from excessive blood loss.

Frey, the god of fertility, died.

Opposite him, the ancient fire giant was in no better shape. Even older than the frost giant Ymir, the ancient fire giant progenitor was no longer as powerful as he once was. He had been wounded many times and struggled to support his swaying body with his fire sword. Knowing that his time was short, the fire giant raised his head and looked at the sky, at the World Tree, which was formed from the body of the frost giant progenitor. His eyes were filled with complex emotions.

He coughed violently, spitting out mouthfuls of hot blood that resembled dark brown lava. Finally, looking at Frey in front of him, he suddenly sighed.

"What a brave warrior..."

As they were talking, the fire giant's body began to disintegrate, turning into burning flames in an instant. The endless flames shooting out from the ancient giant burned the earth, burned the ocean, burned everything in the universe, and the fire sword also flew out of his hand. Wherever it went, the leaves of the World Tree turned yellow and then burned fiercely.

The entire universe began to be engulfed by raging fire, signifying that the end of this universe had arrived.

Surtur, the progenitor of the fire giants, died.

……

Meanwhile, the giant serpent, increasingly driven mad by the negative desires of humanity, and Thor, now dominated by endless darkness and rage, finally fought to the very last moment...

(End of this chapter)