I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 553 Using yourself as bait
Sigurd resolved to ignite his passion, which was not merely a declaration of battle, but a self-liberation imbued with a vow.

The aura of Odin's blessing suddenly intensified, becoming as hot and dazzling as metal heated to a blazing shine.

Those eyes, engraved with runes, were fixed on the head beneath Feng Xue's cloak—no, not the head, but the illusory third crown.

This sudden surge of killing intent, far exceeding the intensity of previous battles, left Feng Xue speechless. Even though he had already killed many reservists, he couldn't understand the origin of this killing intent at all.

After all, risking their lives for the possibility of wearing armor was the choice of those reservists, and the other side, which had been watching coldly for a long time, did not seem to have any objections to it.

But now, the other party is inexplicably fighting desperately again. This abnormality, as if he has become the source of disaster that must be eliminated at all costs, makes him look at the holy sword that is being entangled with Taibai and Yinghuo.

"Is it because I defiled his holy sword?"

Feng Xue thought this, but quickly put it out of his mind. The source of the killing intent was not important. He only needed to understand that this intense killing intent meant a desperate gamble! It meant that he was more easily manipulated!

"Fina! Overload prepared! Prepare for impact!"

"Yunxi! You have the highest sensitivity to the Dragon Slayer Sword, so I'm granting you the right to dodge!"

As soon as the two commands were issued, he took a step forward in his Monster X form. His eyes, which resembled molten metal spheres, radiated a captivating power. This aura was not enough to intimidate a legendary hero, but it was enough to demonstrate his determination to fight.

The demonic claws were raised, their tips crackling with tiny golden-red lightning bolts—a veritable invitation to a death match.

Sigurd readily accepted the challenge. Thanks to Feng Xue's magic, the holy sword, weighing over a thousand tons, seemed as light as a training wooden sword in his hands, which were now imbued with divine protection.

The runes of [Divine Speed] blazed brightly on his body! His figure almost vanished from the spot, transforming into a deadly torrent composed purely of killing intent and the silver light of the holy sword!
Fast! So fast that thoughts froze! So fast that space seemed to be plowed open by the sword light! On the blade of the Gram Holy Sword, the rust red and bright white of calamity were forcibly suppressed and dispelled by the boiling divine power and Odin's blessing. A point of silver light condensed to its extreme at the tip of the sword, with a sharpness that could pierce through the barriers of the world, stabbed straight at him!

In Feng Xue's pupils, that deadly silver light rapidly magnified! Sarah's all-encompassing vision frantically calculated distance, speed, and angle; the prediction brought by her "Guidance" divine authority was crystal clear—there was no way to dodge! Pure, ultimate speed suppression!

But he doesn't need to completely avoid it!

He only needed to step back, one step...

Or half a step.

Under the precise calculations of the little bell, Sigurd's steps suddenly faltered. Feng Xue's transformation could not break through Odin's blessing, but that did not mean that the land of Asgard could withstand his transformation.

The moment Sigurd felt the ground beneath his feet slip, he was already preparing to fly. As a dragon slayer, having his foothold destroyed was not something that could affect him.

However, Feng Xue's scheme of using herself as bait could not be limited to this, because Mo Ying's Five Ghosts Transporting was already in place.

This time, what she moved was not the earth, not the enemy, not the weapons, but Feng Xue herself.

The sword was halfway through its swing when the enemy it was meant to slay suddenly moved forward. This position was truly unfavorable; if it swung, it couldn't unleash its full power, and if it withdrew, it would leave the enemy wide open.

Sigurd gritted his teeth, tightened his grip, and tried to strike Feng Xue down from the most difficult point. However, what Feng Xue wanted was precisely this moment of struggle!
The holy sword that slays dragons slices through the monster X's suit, but Feng Xue's figure is nowhere to be seen inside!

A massive amount of primordial energy erupted instantly, but this time, its purpose was not to reverse Sigurd's way of being, but to directly envelop him and his sword within it.

The outermost layer of primordial energy hardened instantly, and runes burst forth from Feng Xue's fingertips.

The Eight-Headed Bomb technique, which he had studied in the folk world years ago, finally came in handy at this moment. One by one, the magically constructed stars fell into the Tai Su sphere in an orderly fashion, and all the sealing techniques from various sects in the past landed on this sphere.

The eerie rainbow light began to expand and contract, and along with Feng Xue's thoughts, the matter inside the Tai Su Sphere turned into liquid.

Without any wishful thinking or intention of giving it another glance, Feng Xue rolled up Ghidorah's core and poured all the primordial energy into Mo Ying's body!

Move! Move! Move!
Without any coordinates, and without time to consider them, Feng Xue's body kept flashing and disappearing, while behind him, the terrifying explosion continued to chase after him.

The sound of the explosion was drowned out by the spreading force. The explosive bomb, formed by an armored deity far more exaggerated than the Yamata no Orochi, made the planet tremble.

Odin's golden aura of blessing didn't even last a moment. Sigurd didn't even have time to analyze why he lost before he lost the possibility of leaving his last words.

The sound of Valhalla's horn seemed to transcend space, and the rainbow-woven bridge crossed the radiance that was enough to leave a mark on the earth. The body turned into dust in an instant, but the holy sword still left a trace within the Orochi Bomb.

The exquisitely beautiful Valkyrie phantom watched the lingering light warily until the world dimmed. Only then did she finally emerge from the other side of the rainbow bridge and scoop up the last remnant of spiritual essence from the seemingly fragile remains of the holy sword.

……

In the Pantheon, the sound of horns was deep and resonant, and the phantoms of Odin appeared out of thin air, forming the round table at the very top of the Pantheon.

The eternally burning flame of wisdom flickered slightly, and before this enormous round table woven from the branches of the world's trees, towering figures fell into a kind of frozen silence.

Finally, a deep and majestic voice, seemingly containing an endless storm, broke the silence. He raised his face, which now only had one eye, and spoke in a tone that trembled almost imperceptibly:
"Sigurd... has returned to Valhalla."

Although there are many Sigurds in Asgard, the language of the gods naturally made them understand the target. After these brief words, there was another silence. As heroes who write legends, even if Sigurds are not true "gods", they are comparable to mid-level gods under the protection of many Odins.

"I go……"

"no!"

The young Odin, whose mind was focused on war, had barely uttered his words when more than ten voices simultaneously interrupted him. A strong sense of discontent welled up within him, finally coalescing into a simple question:

"why?"

(End of this chapter)