Chapter 1172
Apostle VS Odin
Chapter 1172 Apostle VS Odin
Four [Heavenly Bulls] galloped across the plains of Aida, thunder and fire rolled back and forth between the sea of clouds and the city walls, the stone pillars of Valhalla collapsed one after another, the beams of the sacred tree broke in the shockwave, and the rune array of the miracle of the undead flickered on the ground, like a golden grid that had been forcibly crumpled.
"Heroes, for Odin—!"
"For Asgard—!"
"Raise your shields! Don't let that thunder shatter our temple!"
"Brothers, charge! Hold them back by their horns!"
"The Blood God has granted me rage—"
The warriors in the city roared as they charged forward. Some strange creatures were mixed in with them, but it didn't matter. Between the horns of the longhorn beetle and the arcs of electricity, any heroic spirits that came near were crushed into mincemeat by the beetle's hooves.
Above the clouds, the wind howls.
Xia Xiu stood with his arms crossed, his gaze piercing through the clouds and landing in the direction of the Golden Palace.
"In the Golden Palace, besides Odin, I also sensed another great spiritual force, that of the wand man, the miracle wand master..."
He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he were calibrating the exact location of that aura.
“I don’t know what those fat penguins are talking about with Odin, but the fact that they chose to appear at the Golden Palace at this time means they are making some kind of crucial deal.”
“Xin Liezhi has been stirring up the thread of cause and effect, and he is certain that I will follow this thread. This proves that he has his eye on Odin, the god who sacrificed his right eye in exchange for wisdom.”
He thought for a moment, and finally made a decision. He wanted to see exactly what Xin Liezhi was up to. He said to his sixth brother, Magus, who was standing beside him:
"Wait a minute, we need to go inside and catch one to ask."
Magus' pupils contracted slightly.
"Father--"
For the first time, there was a clear sense of worry in his voice.
"Facing two Great Miracle Workers at the same time... wouldn't that be too dangerous?"
Xia Xiu turned his head, glanced at him, raised his right hand and gave him a thumbs-up, and said in a calm and composed tone:
Even among miracles, there are differences.
Before the words were finished, a beam of blazing white light suddenly split open in the sky.
It was a straight and unwavering trajectory that pierced through the clouds from the direction of the Golden Palace, carrying a divine power and will compressed to the extreme, instantly locking onto Xia Xiu's location.
【Miracle Prologue: Gungnir——】
Odin's spear, when it is thrown, the light that streaks across the sky is lightning itself; hitting the target is a prerequisite for its existence, and deviation is logically negated.
The spear pierced through layers of clouds, arcs of electricity twisting into spiraling bands of light around its shaft. Space was forced open by the spearhead, creating a straight rift, as if the world itself made way for it.
Magus barely had time to breathe; his already blind right eye was burning hot—it was the feeling of being hit.
He briefly glimpsed the future—the outcome was already written, the spear would definitely hit Xia Xiu, and in that hallucinatory vision of the future, he saw his father being pierced through the abdomen.
"Father—!?" Xiao Ma shouted to Xia Xiu beside him in a tone of anxiety and despair.
Xia Xiu merely blinked slightly.
In that instant, the structure of the world was broken down into countless consecutive "frames" in his eyes.
The clouds rolled, the thunder stretched, Magus turned his gaze to the side, and [Gungnir]'s approaching trajectory.
Everything was cut into precise time segments.
Then, one of the frames was erased.
【The Crown Unfolds: A World of Frames】
Xia Xiu deployed his domain in a mere 0.002 seconds, and the "moment of being hit" lost its place in the timeline.
[Gungnir] still pierced through, lightning tore through the clouds, thunder blasted open a space in the air, and a powerful shockwave exploded where Xia Xiu had originally stood, evaporating the entire sea of clouds into white steam.
however.
After that frame, Xia Xiu was already standing in the next period of time.
He remained standing with his arms crossed, his position unchanged, his breathing steady. The divine spear that had hit its mark was merely a fleeting image that had already been cut from the scene.
In the distance, towards the Golden Palace, lightning still echoed, and Magus stared blankly at the torn sky.
“Magnus, remember, don’t be too confident in any future you see in the ether.”
This was Xia Xiu's first lesson for Xiao Ma. After all, Xiao Ma was different from other returnees. This kid had trained himself according to the fifth element, the Philosopher's Stone.
He was imitating the [Miracle Worker], trying to portray himself as a great creation.
The problem lies here: trying to take off before even walking is like having an unstable foundation, making one easily misled by the colorful and varied elements in the ether, especially by a troublemaker who likes to raucously laugh.
Magus recovered slightly from his shock, and at that moment, Xia Xiu put a [Möbius strip] on him, temporarily teleporting him to the rift between the ether and the mortal world, and said to him:
"Wait here for me a moment." Xia Xiu's voice landed directly in his consciousness through the ether. "I'm going to meet Odin and that miracle wand man in the Golden Palace."
He paused, his tone shifting slightly, revealing a hint of undisguised interest.
“If I stir things up later, you’re in charge of bringing that fat penguin out. Wandmen aren’t good at direct combat, but at escaping and relocating—once their abilities are activated, they can escape instantly as long as they read the dimension name; when you make your move, first suppress his ability to speak, then block the language circuits around him, don’t give him the chance to read the coordinates completely.”
"Also, watch out for the camera on that fat penguin's chest."
Magus nodded, his gaze clear and focused, without the slightest hesitation.
"Understood, Father."
Xia Xiu said nothing more, raised his hand and made a grasping motion. The [Lever of Heaven] that pierced through the sea of clouds in the distance suddenly shrank, and the silver beam of light in mid-air converged into a long staff that matched his size. It fell into his palm, and fine and cold geometric patterns flowed on the staff, as if the gravity of the entire sky had been recalibrated.
A pure white light then appeared on his body.
[Apostle Mode - Activated]
Her golden hair faded to snow-white, and her eyes turned into clear white pupils; her original robes weathered into stardust in the light, and were replaced by a seamless white robe.
Thirty-six pairs of particle wings unfurled from behind, and the third eye on the forehead quietly opened. A crystal-like structure hung in front of the brow, with three rings slowly rotating, its light cold and sharp.
Almost at the same moment, a straight crack was torn open in the distant thunderclouds.
Odin has recalled his spear.
[Gungnir] emitted a blinding flash of electricity from his left hand, the spearhead leaving a bright trail that pierced through the clouds as it swept across the sky; mortals on the ground would only call it lightning.
The [Dropnir Ring] gleamed with a dark gold luster on his finger, silently flowing with the miraculous replication of nine days and a lifetime.
His eight-legged celestial horse, Sleipnir, galloped with thunderous force, its eight hooves leaving afterimages in the sea of clouds, each step accompanied by shockwaves and arcs of electricity.
The two ravens on Odin's shoulders—Fokin, representing thought, and Muni, representing memory—crowed loudly at the same time, their black feathers shimmering in the lightning.
Two giant wolves followed the God-King as he ran through the sky, while the greedy Kili and the hungry Kuliki leaped from the edge of the Golden Palace into the clouds, letting out low growls.
The Golden Palace was also faintly visible in the distant lightning, like a divine fortress floating in the sky.
Odin spurred his horse out of the palace's cloud-like staircase, lightning trailing behind him like a rolling curtain, his single eye burning with a cold light.
He didn't shout or make any further announcements; he simply raised his gun and pointed it directly at the pure white figure standing in the clouds with thirty-six pairs of wings spread out.
"Hugh Abraham, get out of the Garden of Joseph! This is not a place for you!"
The next instant, the eight-legged celestial horse shattered the thunderclouds, and the God-King, carrying rolling lightning and an infallible divine spear, charged straight toward the Pure White Angel.
Xia Xiu seemed not to have heard the angry shout. There was even a slight smile on his lips. He was suspended in the clouds, his white robe and wings untouched by the lightning. He looked up at the approaching lightning spear.
"Oh, you've got quite a temper. Can't you even just come and browse?"
You let four longhorn beetles trample Valhalla, is that what you call a stroll around?
Odin remained silent, only focusing on increasing his divine power.
Seeing this, Xia Xiu raised his blank left hand, palm up, as if catching a spark of fire falling from the sky.
The miracle wedge of Olympus—[Lightning Fire]—immediately took shape between his fingers.
Xia Xiu didn't prepare any attack; he simply flicked his wrist, and the lightning bolt was thrown out, looking like a fragment of the sun that had been thrown, leaving a long trail of lightning flames in mid-air.
Odin's eyes instantly turned cold. He didn't dodge. He raised his left hand, and the spearhead was aimed directly at the lightning bolt. Lightning gathered at the spear tip into a sharp cone of light, which pierced straight into the bolt.
[Gungnir Kamui—]
Boom!
Click~~~~
The moment the two bolts of lightning collided in the sky, the sky shattered like a broken mirror.
The entire sea of clouds was torn into countless swirling fragments, and lightning burst forth from the cracks, like the spine of an invisible behemoth appearing in the sky; arcs of electricity spread in all directions along the cracks, falling on the walls, spires, battle banners, and pillars of Valhalla on the Ida Plain, illuminating the skeletons of the still-charging heroes.
Using this clash of thunder and lightning, the two sides forcibly created distance between themselves. The aftershocks of the thunder still churned in the sky, and the shattered clouds, like torn battle flags, fluttered in the storm.
Odin steadied Sleipnir, the eight-legged steed taking several steps on the clouds to completely dissipate the impact; while Xia Xiu gently raised his hand, recalling the scattered lightning fire back into his palm. The golden and blue flames of divine punishment slowly rotated between his fingers, like a tamed core of thunder.
“Zeus’s miracle, the angels of heaven are indeed a group of bloodthirsty pirates…” Odin, on his eight-legged winged horse, looked coldly at Xia Xiu, who had summoned back [Lightning Fire].
Xia Xiu couldn't help but retort, "Heh, your original pantheon was the pirates, wasn't it?"
"You sharp-tongued brat from Heaven, when I was the ruler of the pantheon, you were nothing but a fart!!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Odin charged forward again.
[Sleipnir] stomped with all eight hooves, forcefully piercing through the thunderclouds. In just an instant, the God King appeared to Xia Xiu's side and in front of him, and [Gungnir]'s spearhead was already pressed to the edge of the white-robed angel's field of vision.
"You old fogies who rely on your age and status, you deities of the old era should just lie comfortably in the coffin of history—"
As she spoke, the thirty-six pairs of light wings behind the pure white angel suddenly trembled.
The surrounding space seemed to be distorted by an invisible ring structure, and overlapping Möbius stripes of light appeared on the surface of the air.
The next instant, Xia Xiu's figure vanished from his spot and appeared directly behind Odin.
The silver staff was raised high, carrying the force to crush mountains, and then slammed down on the God King's head.
Odin didn't even turn around.
[Sleipnir] stomps his hind legs heavily.
boom!
The space around Xia Xiu suddenly cracked open, with eight pitch-black spatial rifts unfolding simultaneously, like eight gaping mouths of an abyss; eight hooves stepped out from the rifts, carrying the dual pressure of thunder and gravity, kicking him from all directions at the same time.
Xia Xiu's figure flickered again.
With a flash of white light, he vanished from between the eight hoof shadows and reappeared at the edge of a higher layer of the sea of clouds.
Odin turned his horse around.
[Gungnir] drew a semi-circular arc of lightning and approached again.
Xia Xiu took a step forward, and space folded again.
The two figures kept shifting in and out of alignment in the sky.
Just as a bolt of lightning struck, the pure white figure was already a hundred meters away; the silver staff swept across and missed, and the eight-legged celestial horse stepped out from the crack on the other side; [Gungnir] thrust straight at them, but pierced into a folded spatial afterimage; [Heavenly Lever] swung down, but only hit the light trail left by the lightning.
The clouds were constantly being torn open and closed.
Lightning flashes and white light intertwined, creating dense afterimages.
They moved at high speed in space, like two chess pieces jumping in different dimensions, with all their landing points so fast that they were impossible to catch with the naked eye.
One moment they were facing off above the thunderclouds, the next they were brushing past each other high above the ruins of Valhalla, and then they disappeared at the same time, leaving only the trails of electric arcs and light feathers in the air.
The gods and heroes watching the battle looked up and could only see lightning-like streaks of light crisscrossing the sky, making it impossible to tell who was chasing and who was dodging.
Odin's spear cleaved through space time and time again.
Xia Xiu's light wings shattered the trajectory time and time again.
They flashed, dodged, and leaped constantly, their distance from each other fluctuating, like a high-speed chase on a battlefield map that was constantly being folded and unfolded.
Lightning bolts formed lines high in the sky, while white light traced arcs through the clouds.
The sky over the entire Garden of Joseph was transformed into a giant, ever-changing battlefield chessboard.
In the center of the chessboard, only the God King and the Pure White Angel were engaged in a high-speed game.
……
……
Golden Palace.
Thunder and pure white flames exploded continuously among the clouds, and the walls and beams of the entire golden palace trembled slightly under that level of impact.
Emperor penguin Soros opened his mouth wide, almost forgetting where he was.
"This...this is the war of the miracle workers?"
His voice trembled, but he couldn't hide his excitement and shock.
Almost instinctively, he raised the replica camera to his chest, aiming the lens at the streak of white light and lightning intertwined in the clouds.
Lot stretched out his own wings and pressed them down on Lot's wings.
"Don't press it."
His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable judgment.
"Your replica camera can't replicate this level of combat."
"If you press the shutter button on them, the camera will explode the next second because it can't handle the information density."
The emperor penguin paused for a moment, then put down the camera with a look of regret.
"What a pity..." He clicked his tongue, then couldn't help but look up at the white light. "That white flash... that's the fourth Abyss Lord..."
His tone was filled with undisguised amazement.
"The Kingdom of Heaven is truly terrifying. Every era has a monstrous figure who suppresses the present. In the last generation, it was Muhammad..."
Lot did not respond.
His gaze passed through the palace gates and fell upon the outside of the Golden Palace.
"really……"
He said in a low voice.
"The swordsman is as terrifying as ever. Even while facing Odin head-on, he was able to distract himself and manipulate another miracle wedge to target the Golden Palace."
The emperor penguin paused for a moment.
"Lord Rhodes, what did you say—!"
Before the words were even finished, the entire Golden Palace suddenly trembled.
A violent shaking came from the depths of the foundation, as if someone had forcibly pried open the entire structure of the shrine from the outside.
The liquid in the mead barrels churned and overflowed, the golden goblets on the long table rolled to the ground, and the firelight flickered violently beneath the dome.
The emperor penguin looked up, and his pupils dilated instantly.
Outside the Golden Palace, the four [Heavenly Bulls] that had been rampaging across the Aida Plains had somehow broken free from their scattered forms.
Thunder rumbled between them.
Flames gathered between the bull's horns.
Four enormous bodies overlapped and merged amidst the lightning, their muscles and thunder intertwined, their outlines growing ever taller, eventually coalescing into a giant longhorn beetle several times larger than its original size.
Its size already surpasses the towers surrounding the Golden Palace.
The bull's horns curved like the moon, their tips burning with the immense power to pry open structures. Thunder continuously compressed at the horn tips, directly piercing open a world.
The giant bull lowered its head.
Then, it suddenly crashed into the Golden Palace.
"boom--!!!"
The first wave of impact landed.
The foundation of the entire golden palace instantly emitted a piercing cracking sound, the boulders and sacred trees trembled simultaneously, the structure on the left side of the palace was forcibly lifted, and the entire golden palace tilted halfway in mid-air.
The mead barrel overturned.
The throne shook slightly.
The emperor penguin staggered and grabbed the long table for support, his face deathly pale.