Anime Crossover: Starting with an Infinite Dragon God as a Mount

The most important reason is that he happens to want to conduct a small experiment right now.

Liliana, on the other hand, is a good choice. She is excellent in both talent and mood, and her personality is a good match for what she offers.

And since it just so happens to appear right in front of him, why not take advantage of it?

Let's see how far Liliana can push this "gift" she's given us.

What Su Mu provided was a power he had compiled based on his own knowledge of mythology and the relevant content of the Eternal Destruction System.

Giving this power to Liliana will be a good opportunity to test what this world is all about.

Ultimately, it's because the foundation is still insufficient that the strongest ordinary humans in this world are at most at the level of a paladin.

Or perhaps it's because there are some kind of limitations in this world.

"However, if she wants to truly unleash this power, her current mindset is still not quite in sync with it..."

Or rather, there may not be many people in the entire world who are suited to this power.

Even in the face of unfathomable darkness, they can still shine as brightly as lightning, dancing and singing with their backs to death.

No matter how formidable the enemy, they can run and fight fearlessly.

In this world where people have long been accustomed to living under the oppressive power of god-slayers, there are very few who meet the criteria.

However, Su Mu believed that Liliana should have this potential and this possibility.

and so……

You wouldn't disappoint me, would you?

He doesn't like to leave disappointed.

(P.S.: This is ridiculous! Times have changed so fast. In the blink of an eye, "Valkyrie" has become a derogatory term. It's one thing for Sima Mi to fool himself into making money by risking his life, but don't ruin my Nibelungenlied!)

Chapter Seventeen: The Tragic Summoning Ritual

In the mansion owned by Marquis Voban, the Demon King.

It was nearly dusk, but there were no lighting facilities.

Perhaps to experience what it's like to live the life of their old rival, the cult leader Luo Hao, who dislikes high technology, this mansion has no lighting or other illumination facilities.

The only source of light was the faint, flickering glow of a few oil lamps in the four corners of the mansion.

Hundreds of highly qualified witches gathered here under the orders of Marquis Voban, ready for the upcoming magic ritual.

Witches, or priestesses, can be said to be descendants of the God Ancestor, possessing a trace of the God Ancestor's bloodline.

The Divine Ancestor, on the other hand, is a goddess who defied the earth's attributes and whose remains after death can be seen as her rebirth.

Although this bloodline is rare, it still has an inexplicable function, providing those with excellent spiritual medium aptitude.

In addition, it can also affect the appearance of witches, giving them a beauty far beyond that of ordinary people.

Therefore, all the hundreds of witches gathered here are beautiful and charming, and any one of them could be sought after by others because of her looks.

Just like in the Middle Ages, countless witches suffered hardships because of their appearance and ultimately bore the stigma.

Logically speaking, so many beautiful young women, wherever they gather, can instantly brighten the atmosphere of that place.

However, the "where" here absolutely does not include the Marquis of Voban's lair and den of iniquity.

Moreover, even the most beautiful young woman is nothing more than a pretty skeleton in the eyes of Marquis Voban.

In his view, the lives of these hundreds of witches would be worthwhile if they could play even the slightest role in the ritual to summon the disobedient god.

"Slap, slap, slap, slap."

Heavy footsteps came from the entrance, growing louder as they approached.

The footsteps echoed through the empty mansion, each one seemingly striking the already tense hearts of the witches.

Since it is a ritual for the Demon King to summon disobedient gods, naturally no one will be late, and no irrelevant person will disturb the ceremony.

In this way, one can know who the visitor is without even looking at them.

The heavy footsteps seemed to cause the ground to tremble slightly.

The flames inside the four oil lamps placed in the corner flickered slightly due to the vibration.

The flickering firelight intensified the terrifying atmosphere.

"Waaah—"

I don't know if it was the terrifying atmosphere that affected me, or if I was thinking about my tragic fate as a ritual sacrifice.

A younger witch tried her best to purse her lips, but still couldn't help but let out a soft sob.

Fortunately, the older witch standing next to her reacted immediately and quickly reached out to cover her mouth.

It seems that she acted quickly enough that Demon King Voban did not notice the commotion—no, it should be said that he did not care.

Because he believed that even if they cried, these witches would complete their mission for the sake of the mission they bore—the mission told to them by the magic society that had sent them to the demon's lair.

Voban did not have faith in these witches, nor did he trust the magic societies that groveled before him.

What he truly believed in was himself—confidence in his infamy and reputation.

He believed that his reputation was enough to deter magic societies from playing any tricks in front of him, and that they would diligently carry out his orders and do their utmost to avoid any mistakes.

"It seems everyone has arrived, which makes me very happy. No, to be honest, I'm the one who's late. I'm truly sorry..."

Voban glanced around, casting a gaze that lasted less than a millisecond on the numerous witches.

Following his gaze, everyone adopted a solemn expression, ready for battle.

Even the younger witches, who had almost cried earlier, were no exception.

"Please forgive this old man a little. After all, I'm getting on in years and can't be as young and energetic as you all. My legs are not as strong as they used to be..."

Seemingly to lighten the mood, Marquis Voban made a self-deprecating remark in a joking tone.

However, none of the hundreds of witches present had the courage or the mood to laugh—many of them, on the contrary, wanted to cry.

If anyone could laugh at a time like this, they would be more than just thick-skinned.

With brain nerves so large, it's absolutely worthy of being revered as a god.

To put it in a slightly more emotionally intelligent way, this child might have the potential to become a god-slayer.

·····Requesting flowers······

Marquis Voban didn't seem to care at all that his lame jokes hadn't helped to lighten the mood.

Or rather, he didn't actually want the witches in front of him to relax at all.

To him, neither the witch before him nor the upcoming ritual to summon the god of disobedience were anything more than props for amusement.

"I am deeply honored that everyone has come to my aid in the face of such a perilous magical ritual..."

His words caused many witches to silently lower their heads, trying their best not to show any abnormality in their expressions.

Well, it's more accurate to say they were forced into it.

Girls of this age are always very susceptible to the rhetoric of "the people" and "righteousness" behind magic societies.

....................

Those with resistance wouldn't be sent here.

By the time you realize you've boarded a pirate ship, it's too late to regret it.

If they really waited until now to try to run away, then the most eager to deal with them will be none other than the magic society behind them.

The senior members of the magic club who accompanied them weren't primarily there to take care of their daily lives!

"Well then, please make yourselves at home. I look forward to seeing how you all perform, and I hope you won't disappoint me."

As Marquis Voban spoke, he stepped back slightly, leaving the space to the witches present.

The witches present, whose lives were no longer in their own hands, looked at each other in bewilderment.

They were all incredibly beautiful, with different hair, eye, and skin colors.

However, what they all had in common was the fear, helplessness, anxiety, and sorrow in their eyes.

"Clang! Clang! Clang..."

The wall clock chimed loudly.

As a crucial part of the magical ritual, Liliana took a deep breath and pressed the knight's sword she carried on her back—not for force, but to seek some solace.

Then—

"Gentlemen, let's begin."

No one dared to voice any objections at this time, or deliberately delay.

Then......

What rang out was the melodious voice of a young girl singing.

"Initially, it was the dream of Krimhild, the eagle that fell from the cliff—" twilight.

Chapter Eighteen: Su Mu's "Hounds"

Norse mythology is the mythology most strongly characterized by fatalism.

The highest-ranking being, such as Odin, the king of the gods, could also be called "Wotan," which was his earlier name.

Odin foresaw Ragnarok long ago, and for this reason, he has been making preparations for Ragnarok.

Whether it's hanging upside down from a tree to seek the wisdom of runes, forging the Spear of Destiny, or building Valhalla to summon heroic spirits, it's all for this purpose.

However, even so, he could not escape the trajectory of fate and ultimately watched helplessly as the entire pantheon marched headlong into its predetermined destruction.

Marquis Voban had already decided on his target for this summoning ritual.

No, it should be said that he decided on his target because he saw the Nibelungenlied book that Su Mu had been holding.

The protagonist of the "August 20th" Nibelungenlied is none other than the famous Siegfried.

This hero had already decided his fate before he even began his journey.

It began with Princess Kreemhild's dream, the eagle that fell off a cliff.

At the beginning of the Nibelungenlied is Princess Klimhildr, who dreams of her beloved falcon being attacked by eagles and finally falling off a cliff.