Chapter 1183
Xin Liezhi: "Let's use the power of chaos against Abraham for the sake of the
Chapter 1183 Xin Liezhi: "Let's use the power of chaos against Abraham for the sake of the Garden of Joseph!"
Thor's Mjolnir suffered a comminuted fracture, while Lupercal's Horus armor cracked, and he coughed up blood.
His right arm, which was holding [Mjolnir], was completely twisted. The bones of his entire arm were shattered by the immense force, and lightning surged wildly along the broken bones. Divine blood gushed out from the cracks in his skin.
Lupercal was also having a hard time.
His armor, now combined with Horus, was covered in cracks, with obvious fissures on his breastplate and shoulder armor. The attack had almost shattered his defensive structure, and a trickle of blood slowly escaped from the corner of his mouth.
Just a moment ago.
Thor swung Mjolnir with almost all his might.
That attack even broke through Lupercal's [Law of Retribution] structure. Although it was ultimately rebounded, the terrifying impact directly shattered his [Barrier of the Heart], and the aftershocks tore large cracks in Horus's armor.
But Thor paid a far greater price; the greater his strength, the more terrifying the rebound impact became.
Thor was trembling slightly in the void, while Lupercal had regained his footing, his golden wings slowly unfurling, his eyes now filled with a ferocious, beast-like intensity.
Take advantage of your weakness to kill you!
Without any hesitation, Lupercal flapped his wings and accelerated, instantly rushing towards Thor like a golden meteor.
He swung the [Sword of the Wind King] directly at Thor's neck.
Clang—!
That sword strike was devoid of any fancy moves, it was pure power and speed, the [Wind King's Sword] slashing viciously into Thor's neck.
The blade instantly pierced through the god's body, embedding itself deeply into Thor's neck, almost cutting in halfway.
The next instant, divine blood gushed out like a fountain, lightning surged wildly within it, and Thor's throat emitted a broken and hoarse sound.
"Ugh—ugh—!"
His body convulsed suddenly, but he did not fall. Thor used his last bit of strength to raise his still-functioning left hand and gripped the [Wind King Sword] tightly as it continued to press down.
"Get out of here!!!"
Divine blood gushed wildly from between his fingers as the sword slowly sliced downwards.
"Stop making futile struggles, you old fool. You should go back to your coffin and rest in peace!!!"
Lupercal's arms were bulging with veins as he pressed down with all his might; only the sound of a sword blade cutting into a god's body could be heard in the void.
Thor's gaze grew increasingly unfocused, and his pupils began to lose focus.
I'm going to die...
To die at the hands of some nobody... No, I'm not reconciled...
Father God, Mother God...
Thor began to replay his memories in a flashback, recalling things from long ago, when the real Asgard had not yet been shattered.
I recall the ever-burning fire in the Golden Palace, the silver goblets filled with mead at the banquets, and the tireless laughter in the Valhalla Hall.
He recalled his youth, the almost uncontrollable ecstasy he felt when he first held Mjolnir in his hands, his father standing silently watching him from the high steps, Heimdall's figure guarding the end of the Rainbow Bridge, and Frigga's silhouette as she pruned flowers in the royal garden.
He thought of those long-gone years, of the countless familiar faces in Valhalla, of the warriors who laughed and raised their glasses after battle, and of them drinking mead and arguing about who was the bravest hero.
He even recalled trivial things: the sound of snow falling on the rooftops of Asgard in winter, the embarrassing moment of spilling wine on his battleaxe at a banquet, and the time he chased a raven stealing wine in the courtyard.
It was a safe and prosperous world, a world that would never be destroyed, a world where all one had to do was raise a warhammer, drink mead, and laugh in the temple halls.
But later...
Ragnarok has come.
The army of the Kingdom of Heaven has arrived.
The world was torn apart by flames and thunder; the rainbow bridge collapsed, the palace fell, and Valhalla burned to ashes.
Those memories, those laughs, those things that we thought would last forever, were all shattered in a war.
Thor suddenly realized that this war was never about Blackrock Fortress, nor about power, but about those long-gone days, about that once beautiful, safe, and eternally indestructible world.
And now, that world, even its last echo, is about to vanish along with him.
At last.
Those gradually dimming eyes gazed into the distance, towards the bridge, towards Scarlett, and towards the battlefield where Odin was.
The culprit behind all of this is... Heaven!!!
His hatred for the Kingdom of Heaven overcame his fear of death, and he began his final counterattack before death arrived.
This is the last news about Thor!
"The Garden of Joseph..."
"Glory...forever..."
He looked at Lupercal, and a boundless hatred flickered in his almost lifeless eyes!
“Son of Abraham…” his voice was low and hoarse, “I am waiting for you in hell…”
next moment.
The crown behind Thor suddenly burst open.
boom--!!!
Thor reveals details about his crown.
Completely out of control in an instant, a terrifying sea of lightning exploded from inside Thor's body, igniting the entire void, and countless bolts of lightning spread wildly in all directions like waves.
Moreover, it wasn't just a physical explosion; Thor's self-destruction was an informational collapse.
Thor's divinity, information structure, and divine authority shattered simultaneously, unleashing a terrifying information storm in the Aether Sea.
Lupercal was the first to be hit, as the thunder and information shocks struck his body simultaneously. He suddenly spread his golden wings, which protected his body like a shield.
But the explosion was too terrifying. Horus's armor was already shattered, and Lupercal was thrown away by the shockwave, his body tumbling in the void.
Just when he thought he was about to perish, a pitch-black sun suddenly descended from the depths of the ether.
That was Xia Xiu's power.
The black light spread out in the void, like a huge barrier, forcibly intercepting most of the information storm.
at the same time.
Four enormous steel figures suddenly burst forth—the four Titans of the courtyard rushed to protect their young master.
The four Titans, led by Jason, advanced almost simultaneously in front of Lupercal, their mechanical arms opening and heavy shields deploying.
Jason's machine voice boomed through the channel.
Holy crap!!!
"If the Son of the First Return dies, we'll all have to crash and apologize before His Majesty Ohm Messiah, so hold on, everyone!!!"
The next second, four Titans simultaneously blocked Lupercal's path.
Thunder and sea completely engulfed them.
……
……
Thor's fall did not stop the battle. The aftershocks of the shattered crown of Thor were still rolling in the void, and the sea of lightning had not yet completely dissipated. However, the divinity belonging to Thor had been completely extinguished, and this fact spread rapidly between the bridge and the void, allowing the gods who were still fighting to perceive the death of their comrade at the same moment.
The emptiness caused by the rupture of the connection between the gods is more painful than any injury.
It hurts, it hurts so much!!!
Anger burned within their divinity, and so did sorrow, but it was all in vain, for the scales of war had tipped completely after Thor's self-destruction, and the Sons of Abraham showed no sign of stopping. "You damned demons of the abyss!!!"
After Thor's death, Heimdall began to go mad, but unfortunately this did not make him unleash his full potential; it only exposed his weaknesses.
"Don't be sad, I'll send you down now to reunite with him."
Taking advantage of Heimdall's weakness caused by anger, Fenrir, the giant wolf, bit through the Rainbow Bridge. Despite Heimdall's rage, he stretched his massive jaws toward him.
click-
With a tremendous snapping sound, Fenrir's massive wolf body was almost stained crimson with divine blood, and fragments of divine remains still clung to his fangs. Heimdall's eye, which had been watching over the Nine Realms, had been completely extinguished, directly bitten into 2.5 pieces by Fenrir.
The giant wolf growled softly amidst the battlefield ruins, as if confirming the death of its prey. Then, it slowly swung its massive head, pulling its blood-stained teeth from the shattered divine body.
On the other side, Lionel had also finished his duel. The Black Knight Armor was almost torn apart, and the avatar of [Lancelot] kept flashing behind him. Clearly, the battle with the Sword of Self-War had also cost him a great deal.
But in the end, victory was on his side. When the [Indestructible Lake Light] precisely pierced the core structure of the self-destructing sword, the artifact's divinity was shattered in an instant, and Frey lost his most important weapon.
Lionel seized that brief opening, giving his opponent no chance to regroup. A black sword flashed across the void in the next instant, and when the blade stopped, Frey's head had been completely severed from his shoulder. Divine blood gushed out on the battlefield like a golden arc, while the Black Knight simply flicked the blood off his sword.
Manun's fighting was even more ferocious. The Setrans mech had completely entered overclocking mode. He had forcibly shut down the safety restrictions of the power system long ago. The eighteen-meter-tall mechanical construct was now like a war machine that was collapsing. The power of the reactor soared to the limit, and scorching white steam kept spewing out from the gaps in the armor.
Freya's Valkyrie Domain gradually collapsed under this frenzied mechanical impact. Finally, when [Setrans] seized that fleeting opportunity, the giant mechanical arm pierced through the core of the domain, tearing it apart along with the Valkyrie's phantom.
Freya's divine body was forced into the broken bridge structure by immense force, and when the machine raised its arm, the goddess of war and magic was no longer able to stand up.
Vulcan's battlefield was the most relaxed among the brothers. After the [Ten Thousand Forged Wasteland] was fully deployed, countless weapons rose in the domain. He continuously drew weapons from the wasteland, copying, reconstructing, and throwing them again and again, until finally even the structure of the artifacts of the Joseph Garden pantheon was analyzed and replicated. And when that familiar sword rose from the depths of the wasteland.
Vulcan even paused slightly, because it was a... replica of the weapon his father had once wielded.
A giant sword burning with golden flames appeared in his hand, but this was not the [Sword of Abelio]. He could not replicate the [Miracle Wedge], nor was this sword a copy. Rather, it was a divine sword that he had temporarily created using the authority he shared with his father, Glory, and his own domain.
He called this sword "[the Sword of Abraham]".
This sword only resembles the Sword of Abelio in appearance; its essence is actually a manifestation of a portion of Xia Xiu's authority.
It can be said to be the son of [Abelio's Sword], rather than a copy.
Although the metaphor is a bit strange, it doesn't stop Vulcan from using this sword to kill the enemy in front of him.
Vulcan raised the [Sword of Abraham] in his hand and slashed at the immortal god of light.
"Father, protect your descendants!!!"
When he raised his sword and slashed down, Baldr's immortal light court was finally torn apart, and the sword also pierced through the god's body.
On the other side of the bridge, Magus's battle had completely deviated from the normal form of combat. The [Enki Water] he summoned almost flooded the entire bridge space, with floodwaters rolling between the corridors and the hall, and psionic energy and oath magic constantly colliding in the water.
Magus himself gradually entered a highly etherified state, his body constantly flickering between reality and ether, his red hair floating in the water, and his pupils no longer reflecting simple human reason, but a kind of madness on the edge between humanity and chaos.
Scarlett was finding it increasingly difficult to withstand the psionic storm; her Oath Domain had long been washed away by the flood. When Magus finally walked across the water to stand before her, she no longer had the strength to continue fighting.
Scarlett didn't say anything more.
She simply raised her head slowly, her gaze passing over the shattered bridge and looking into the depths of the void.
Look in the direction where Odin is.
At that moment, there was no anger or fear in her eyes, only a barely perceptible reluctance.
And the next moment.
The Water of Enki completely engulfed her.
……
……
The Void Battlefield is still burning, and the crowns of glory belonging to the Garden of Joseph in the Six Paths are being extinguished one by one.
First, Thor's thunder fell silent in the void, then Heimdall's domain shattered into countless fragments of light, followed by Frey's divinity being severed by a single sword strike, Freya's Valkyrie runes being reduced to fragments by the impact of the mechanical rampage, Baldr's immortal court being torn apart by the golden sword light, and the last glimmer of the oath's radiance sinking completely into darkness in the flood.
All six deities perished.
At this moment, Odin, who was being brutally beaten by Xia Xiu, who was riding the Son of God, sensed all of this.
The World Tree trembled violently behind him.
【Yuktrasil】The original 9,999-meter-tall tree trunk is twisting wildly, its huge roots are lashing out unconsciously in the void, its branches and leaves are constantly falling off, and in some places even black lines of decay and distortion are beginning to appear.
Odin's hand trembled slightly.
He murmured something under his breath.
"...Sol".
The sound was barely audible.
Then his gaze swept back to the battlefield.
At that moment, he finally saw clearly the figures standing on the wreckage of the bridge—those sons of Abraham, those damned executioners!
Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!
He's going to kill them!!!
anger.
despair.
There is also an indescribable emptiness.
Simultaneously surging within Odin's divinity.
The roots of Yggdrasil began to grow wildly. The divine tree that originally belonged to life and order now resembled a colossal decaying entity. Countless branches twisted in the void, and the bark cracked to reveal black veins writhing inside.
Odin gripped Gungnir tightly, his breathing growing heavier. Just then…
A voice suddenly rang out from the deepest part of his consciousness.
The voice was soft and drawn out, carrying a strange yet pleasant laugh, as if it had been waiting there for a long time.
"How regrettable, the great God-King."
The voice of the Lord of Devious Paths slithered into his consciousness like a snake.
“Look at yourself now. Your wife, son, and friends have all fallen because of the Kingdom of Heaven.”
"Your fleet is destroyed."
"Your World Tree... is also rotting."
He paused for a moment, then continued with a smile.
"but--"
"Things aren't so bad that they're completely beyond repair."
Odin did not answer. His single eye was fixed on the battlefield, while [Sinliezhi]'s voice became even gentler.
"Haven't you been guarding the Garden of Joseph all along?"
"Haven't you been searching for a way to save the pantheon?"
"Now—the opportunity is right in front of you."
The voice was like a hand, gently pressing on Odin's heart.
"Let it be for the sake of the Garden of Joseph, to unleash the power of chaos upon Abraham!"