The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 1153 - 150: Children Make Choices, I Want Everything! (7.1k)_2

Chapter 1153: Chapter 150: Children Make Choices, I Want Everything! (7.1k)_2

"Then can I still come to visit you?"

"Don’t come recently."

Seeing the hope in Hela’s eyes shatter, Luo En finally sighed and added,

"Recently, Warner and Asa are preparing the funeral for Freya, Odin might come to see me. Some things can’t be hidden for long. I can let go, but it doesn’t mean he can see past it. You should know what Freya and Balder mean to him."

Upon hearing this, Hela nodded heavily, the gloom on her face completely dissipated.

In the end, her teacher still cared about her.

From now on, she would never let her teacher down again!

The Death Goddess turned and left, her figure merging into the earth.

Watching Hela disappear from view, Luo En sat back on the throne, feeling somewhat mentally and physically exhausted.

If his student didn’t cause trouble, it was fine, but when trouble began, it pierced the heavens.

If he hadn’t spent a great effort to kill Lafei, and then burned his own divinity to extend the Heavenly Destiny of the Nordic God Era, the Nine Realms would have been in chaos long ago.

Hela, being half an accomplice, wouldn’t easily have a good time.

If Odin found out, he might have already gotten to the point of breaking the pot and gathering the troops of Asa and Warner to go to the Netherworld and have a life-and-death struggle with Hela.

After all, this blood alliance brother of his had a personality prone to extremes.

Especially when he lost the persistence and hope he always held on to...

With a sigh, flames ignited in Luo En’s hands.

In the golden firelight, the scene of Asgard at that moment was reflected:

Warner and Aesir Gods gathered by the starlit river outside the city, fragments of the Rainbow Bridge suspended around an ice crystal coffin, refracting a spectrum never seen in the Nine Realms. Goddess Freya lay quietly within, the blood on her silver armor long wiped clean by Valkyries with white feathers, roses picked from the Eternal Garden and tender branches from the World Tree woven into a wreath, blooming in her overlapping palms.

Odin’s single eye reflected the astrolabe flowing inside the coffin and Freya’s bloodless face, his already bent back became even more hunched, his whole being filled with a sense of twilight of the waning years.

Thor shattered the thunderbolt, forming blue-purple amber at his feet, pushing the crystal coffin into the depths of the Star River, Aesir Gods bowed their heads, raised hands and struck their chests, murmuring words of eulogy.

Freya scattered petals into the river, while the Valkyries behind her broke long spears to cast them into harps, using swords as bowstrings, and played mournful music.

When Heimdall blew the horn carved from the World Tree’s air root, the frozen river suddenly began to reverse, sweeping the stars into a vortex, coating the coffin with a moving galactic layer.

"Father God..."

Thor stepped forward to remind, Odin regained his senses, took the torch bound with the World Tree’s dry branches from his son, looked one last time at the ice crystal coffin in the river, and raised his hand to throw it out.

Golden flames sliced through the night, falling upon the raft carrying the coffin, immediately igniting it. The mist rising in the ashes seeped into the eyes of the deities present, seemingly reflecting the silhouette of twilight.

The chill of Eternal Night pierced the shattered sky, met the steam of the Immortal Palace, transformed into large snowflakes, falling to the ground, covering the broken Golden City Wall, further bending the spines of all present deities.

Freya was dead, Balder was also dead.

The prophesied glory of Asa and Warner no longer existed, the world was sliding step by step towards the twilight foretold in prophecy.

Facing the dim future, the gods were somewhat bewildered and helpless.

They turned to look at Odin, hoping to gain guidance from this Asa Divine King.

However, that place was already empty.

~~

At this moment, the Golden Palace.

Odin sat on the broken throne, coughing violently from time to time, like an old man on the verge of death.

If it were just physical trauma, it could slowly recover with time.

The key issue was, Asa had lost hope.

Obviously, the Expedition to Celtic was a dead end.

And with Freya and Balder meeting their demise, it extinguished his plan to use the prophesied Child of Light to counter the arrival of the twilight of the gods.

Up to this point, all his efforts to resist the apocalypse were declared failures, and all his attempts to defy fate brought even harsher retribution.

Could it be I was truly wrong?

Looking at the broken Golden Palace before him, Odin was deeply confused.

"If you want to extend Asa’s Heavenly Destiny and pass through this dusk, it’s not that there’s no way..."

A voice sounded, ancient and profound.

"Who?"

Odin suddenly stood up, looked around, but only saw the empty hall.

"Don’t worry, I’m someone here to help you..."

The voice sounded again.

This time, Odin finally identified the source.

It came from within his own mind.

~~

Meanwhile, Celtic God Era, Fairy King City.

Queen Morgan took a letter from the Elf Messenger, quickly browsed through it, and her face was filled with gloom.

Seeing her friend’s expression turn sickly, the nearby Scatha stepped forward to inquire:

"What? The blockade of the Ireland Sea still hasn’t been broken through?"

"Worse, they lost."

Morgan replied gravely, her expression growing more somber.

Scatha was shocked, barely believing:

"Three Elf Knights, six Elf Mothers, and even the Daenu Divine Race remnants who joined, couldn’t defeat their opponents? What are they up against?"

"I don’t know, I fear it’s another Great Invasion."

As she spoke, Morgan felt a headache.

She thought that by unifying the spirituality of Daenu Divine Race and nurturing Mother Goddess Danu, Celtic would find peace.

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