Chapter 1181
Fierce Battle
Chapter 1181 Fierce Battle
The afterglow of the blazing sun still churned in the void.
The enormous hole torn in the World Tree resembled a burning wound, with the Tri-State True Fire continuously scorching inside the trunk. The golden-white flames spread outwards along the divine structure, and each severed root triggered a violent tremor deep within Odin's consciousness.
The moment the World Tree was blasted through by that miniature sun, Odin's body also shuddered violently in the void. His five-hundred-meter-tall divine form seemed to be struck by an invisible hammer, his chest heaving violently.
The lightning in the One-Eyed God King's eyes dimmed instantly, and an indescribable sense of tearing spread from the depths of his soul.
It felt like someone had ripped a part of his world apart.
excruciating pain.
dizziness.
as well as……
An imbalance from a deeper level.
Odin staggered slightly in the void, using [Gungnir] to support himself. Lightning flashed on the spear, but he still couldn't suppress the weakness that spread from the depths of his soul.
In the midst of this intense divine backlash, he suddenly heard a sound.
The sound did not come from the real universe.
Hehehe~~~~~
Instead, it seeped out from the deepest part of the Ether Ocean, like some indefinable being chuckling softly in the distance. The laughter was not loud, but it seemed to be able to penetrate all barriers of consciousness and land directly on his divine core.
Then, a voice slowly rose from the darkness.
"—Do you crave power?"
Odin's consciousness paused slightly.
At that very moment, the two ravens that had been residing inside his body—Fokine and Wuni—suddenly changed.
They were forcibly pulled into his body by some force, and the feathers and flesh began to twist and merge. Black wings grew directly from between Odin's shoulder blades, bones tore through the skin, and feathers emerged from the flesh.
The next moment, two bird heads grew out of Odin's shoulders.
The scene was bizarre and terrifying.
The two raven heads were joined to his divine body, their black feathers stained with divine blood, and their sharp beaks opened and closed constantly, emitting rapid and shrill cries.
"Gah—!"
"Gah—!"
Odin suddenly opened his single eye wide, and lightning flashed in his pupil again. He clearly sensed that something was trying to invade his divine structure.
"Aaaaaah~ Get out, get out of my head, get out!!!!"
at the same time.
On the other side of the battlefield.
Having just unleashed the blazing sun, Xia Xiu, who controlled the Son of God, also sensed Odin's abnormality, and his Great Spirit began to cover the direction where Odin was.
Soon, Xia Xiu detected a familiar aura deep within the ether.
"So it really was you, Xin Liezhi... So, this is your target?"
In the land of turbulent change, the God of Deception slightly raised his head.
His face was hidden in the ever-changing geometric light and shadow, like a concept that could never be fixed in shape, and in that chaotic light and shadow, a meaningful smile slowly emerged.
He looked at Xia Xiu as if he were looking at an ally who was moving pieces on a chessboard.
Then, He said softly:
"Blackrock Fortress, consider it a gift from me to my allies."
"As for Odin..."
He paused for a moment, then his smile became even more delightful.
"He belongs to me."
On the throne, [Xin Liezhi] tilted his head slightly, looking at the burning World Tree in the center of the battlefield, the struggling One-Eyed God-King, and the six Josephine deities of the Josephine fleet, especially Odin's wife Scarlett.
He spoke again, his tone as if he were watching a play that had just begun.
"However, before that, I need you to put in a little more effort."
His voice was like a thin thread, gently falling from the depths of the ether.
"Let Him..."
"Experience more despair."
No sooner had the words of the god of deception fallen than Odin, in the center of the battlefield, finally lost all control.
His body suddenly arched, and his 500-meter-tall divine form trembled violently in the void. The lightning in his single eye flickered, and the next moment, he suddenly raised his head and let out a roar that shook the starry sky.
"what--!!!"
And when he opened his mouth, darkness poured out.
It's not a metaphor, it's real darkness... it's come out.
A swarm of pitch-black ravens spewed wildly from his mouth, exploding in the void like a black torrent. Each raven rapidly expanded to tens or even hundreds of meters in size, its wings flapping and creating eerie ethereal fluctuations.
Crack!
Crack!
Thousands upon thousands of crows circled and screeched in the universe, their shadows spreading across the starry sky like ink, and that darkness was not merely a visual effect, but a corrupt divine pollution.
The World Tree also began to change.
The tree trunk, which was still burning, suddenly developed large patches of grayish-black spots, as if some kind of rotting mold was spreading rapidly. The bark cracked, the roots changed color, and those structures that should have been full of life began to wither and twist.
The entire World Tree seemed to have entered a state of "moldy decay" in an instant.
Xia Xiu, who was controlling the Son of God from a distance, turned pale upon seeing this scene.
He could tell what had happened at a glance.
So the owner of the courtyard couldn't help but curse aloud:
"You think you can just deliver Blackrock Fortress to me?"
He knew that this troublemaker, Xin Liezhi, had no good intentions; it seemed he was being used as a free henchman. Moreover, he felt there was something strange about the role he was playing; it felt particularly like being a villain.
While pondering, Xia Xiu's spirituality began to extend to the other side of the battlefield, towards the direction of the Courtyard Legion's leader. They were preparing to attack the Crown-class mighty unit of Joseph Garden, and now it was time for him to unleash his power.
While preparing to unleash his cheat, he also made sure to control the Son of God to rush towards the moldy World Tree. His intuition told him that no matter what [Xin Liezhi] wanted to do, he had to cut down the tree first.
……
……
On the other side of the Gothic Sector, the two fleets entered the final battle.
Joseph's Garden Fleet VS Courtyard Fleet.
—The real harvest has begun.
After the impact of the blazing sun, the formation of the Josephine fleet almost completely collapsed. The void shields of most of the ships were brought to a critical state by the solar flare. Under these circumstances, the outcome of the fleet battle was already a foregone conclusion.
Because battles between space fleets are never the kind of protracted wars that can last for hours or even days.
Often, the outcome is decided in just a few minutes, and the courtyard fleet has already completed its advance.
A firepower array consisting of 25 frigates and 10 destroyers unfolded in the void, with the macro cannon array bombarding continuously like a steel rainstorm, while the light spear turrets targeted their respective enemies one by one under the unified lock of the command system.
The commands of the five legion leaders were almost synchronized.
There is only one objective—to concentrate firepower and defeat them one by one.
The cannon shells flew through space, leaving fiery red trails behind them.
The already crumbling Josephine ship could not withstand such intense firepower. The Void Shield overloaded under the continuous bombardment, and the layers of shield collapsed. The ship's armor was torn apart by the kinetic energy of the macro cannon.
boom--!!
The first destroyer exploded.
Next came the second frigate.
Then the third one.
The fourth one.
The entire battlefield resembled a steel fireworks display. Within minutes, ships of the Joseph's fleet were sunk one after another, and huge fireballs exploded in space, with wreckage and debris scattering like a meteor shower.
When the firepower gradually subsided, only one ship remained in the entire Joseph's fleet.
Joseph's flagship – Asgard.
Five layers of void shields, one on top of the other, like five huge transparent shells enveloping the entire ship. The Court Fleet's firepower bombarded the surface of the shields, but the five layers of shields stubbornly withstood the attack.
On the Courtyard Legion's side, the five legion commanders began their discussion, and Lupercal, the First Son, spoke first in the communication channel:
"The flagship of Joseph Garden has at least six Crown-class powerful units, and the Hall of Heroes on the ship itself is a divine device that can constantly awaken the Legion of Heroes."
“Even if we continue to bombard it with the fleet’s firepower, given the current capacity of this ship’s five-layered void shield, it will take at least a day to completely break through it. And Father is currently engaged in direct combat with Odin deep in the void. We cannot afford to waste that time.”
He paused slightly, looking at the giant ship that still stood stubbornly on the tactical projection.
"Therefore, my opinion is—the entire army should board the enemy and launch a surprise attack."
There was a brief moment of silence on the channel.
Then Fenrir Abraham spoke up, immediately supporting the decision of the firstborn son:
"I agree."
He paused for a moment, as if confirming something. "And I just felt it... Father's glory sharing is taking effect on us, that power has already begun to circulate in our blood."
The wolf boy licked his lips, his tone filled with a pure fighting spirit.
"This shows that Father also wanted us to personally cut off the heads of the gods of Joseph Garden."
Several other voices soon came through the communication channel.
Lionheart Knight Lionel's tone remained calm and composed:
"In that case, let's not waste any more shells."
Manun, the Steel Hand, had a deep, metallic voice:
"Boarding operations are more efficient."
Vulcan, the Lord of the Flame Lizards, simply said:
"Then let's get ready to begin."
There was no objection, nor was there any need for one, so Lupercal turned his attention to the interior of the flagship.
Not far from him stood the sixth brother, Magus Abraham, who had recently returned to the courtyard, with psychic ripples spreading gently around him like the surface of water.
The son of the first return looked at him, his tone slightly gentler than before.
"You've just returned and haven't officially formed a legion yet, but you'll still have to fight alongside us in this battle."
He pointed to the tactical projection.
"The four Titans in the courtyard will also participate in the assault. They will land simultaneously from several other breaches, so you don't need to worry about manpower. Just follow us and advance."
Magus listened quietly until the end.
He then nodded slightly.
His voice was calm, yet carried a natural air of authority:
"In the name of Abraham."
The son of the first to return nodded: "We will not fail the glory of Abraham!"
He then gave the order to the entire army: "All troops—board the ships and begin combat."
The fleet sprang into action instantly.
One by one, landing ships detached from the hull of the courtyard ship, their thrusters ignited, and blue-white exhaust trails stretched long in the void.
All six courtyard legions have entered assault mode.
Blood Oath Legion.
Son of the wolf pack.
Star Wolf.
Angel of repentance.
The Hand of the Heavy Hammer.
Flame Lizard.
Thousands of courtyard warriors stood inside the landing pod, their armor locked, weapons loaded, and tactical systems in their helmets already connected to the fleet network.
The hatch closed, target locked—[Asgard].
next moment.
catapult.
Dozens of landing ships were launched directly from their hulls like a volley of high-speed cannonballs, traversing the void and heading straight for the three-kilometer-class divine ship.
In the distance, Asgard's five-layered void shield was still flashing, while the landing craft in the courtyard crashed into it like a group of steel meteorites.
……
……
[Asgard] flagship.
Inside the bridge.
A massive circular command center floated in the core area of the ship, with divine projections flashing all around. The real-time picture of the entire battlefield unfolded in layers in the air, with fleets intersecting in the void, the burning remains of the World Tree, and the ever-approaching Courtyard Fleet all projected into this divine command center.
Six deities were standing in the center of the bridge.
The goddess Frigga quietly manipulated the soul matrix of Valhalla, and the phantoms of heroes were constantly being awakened on the various decks of the ship; Frey, the god of abundance and peace, was maintaining the stability of the ship's structure; Baldr, the god of light, was responsible for maintaining the bridge shield; and Heimdall, with his eyes closed, monitored every space of the entire flagship through his divine vision.
Thor stood at the very front of the bridge, lightning flashing constantly on his warhammer.
The Joseph's fleet was completely annihilated, leaving only Asgard. Odin, the king of the gods, was brutally beaten by the Lord of the Court...
The situation on the scene clearly told the six deities that their journey was fraught with danger.
However, no one was thinking of surrendering or admitting defeat.
Can surrendering reduce the loss to half?
The answer is, of course, no!
The entire ship is now in a state of maximum combat readiness.
Just then, the alarm suddenly went off.
【warn--】
The ship's superstructure suffered an impact.
[Outer armor damaged]
Almost at the same instant the alarm sounded.
boom--!!!
The entire Asgard shuddered violently.
The gravity stabilization system inside the bridge instantly went awry, causing the entire hall to tilt slightly, and several divine projections flickered violently in the air.
The six deities raised their heads almost simultaneously.
next second.
A second boom.
boom--!!
Then came the third sound.
Fourth tone.
The entire flagship shook violently.
Heimdall suddenly opened his eyes, his golden pupils instantly looking towards the bridge.
"...They have already landed."
Frigga's fingers paused for a moment.
Thor suddenly turned his head, and almost simultaneously everyone's gaze turned to the tactical projection above the bridge.
The image zoomed in rapidly, and then they saw it. The upper deck of the ship. Four huge breaches.
That wasn't a crack caused by artillery fire, but a hole that was forcibly smashed open from the outside.
Each breach was over tens of meters in diameter, and the thick divine armor rolled outwards like a torn metal can. However, because the Void Shield still covered the hull, these holes did not allow the vacuum of space to rush in, but only left four huge and twisted craters on the deck.
And within those four breaches.
Four enormous figures.
He is slowly standing up.
Those were four Titans—each fifty meters tall.
The steel behemoths stood like mountains on the deck, their feet still resting on the overturned hull armor plates. The four tremors just now were caused by them directly ramming through the hull armor from the outside.
The Titan's engines were still humming softly.
The plasma reactor emitted a bright white flame from its back.
Before them stood six figures. Although these six figures were extremely small compared to the Titans, the entire space seemed to suddenly become heavier when they slowly stood up.
Because behind them.
At the same time, a crown-like halo appeared.
That was not ordinary divine radiance, but a structure symbolizing a crown-level status. Haloes floated behind them like thrones, slowly rotating, and divine aura instantly filled the entire ship deck.
Inside the bridge.
Scarlett's gaze suddenly turned serious.
She stared at the six figures projected on the screen.
The sound slowly began.
"...son of Abraham".
She paused for a moment, as if reconfirming the power structure.
His tone then became even lower.
"The power within them is abnormal."
Scarlett's gaze swept over the six crown halos.
“These sons of Abraham, through some unknown means… were able to share in the glory of the miracle and temporarily elevate their status to the same level as ours, to the crowned rank.”