The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 1159 - 152: I Will Grasp the Throat of Fate!_2

Come, this final celebration...

Hela whispered, leaping onto the large ship made from the nails of the dead—Nagilfa. The ship, filled with the armies of Frost Giants and Mountain Giants, sailed toward the realm of the gods. The army of giants crammed the Rainbow Bridge, and their clamor shook the Nine Great Kingdoms. The majestic and ornate outer walls shattered under the brutal assault of the combined forces, causing the Immortal Palace to tremble violently. Mountains split open, and rocks turned to grey ash, scattering everywhere.

The hellhound Gam, with its chest stained with fresh blood, leaped out of the cabin on its master’s command and was the first to charge through the collapsed walls.

"Get out of the way!"

With a mighty roar, the War God Tyr thrust his sword into Gam’s throat.

The hellhound, in pain, snapped its jaws fiercely. Sparks flew as its teeth rubbed against the metal, while its internal stomach acid madly corroded the surface of the sword, attempting to chew it, along with the arm wielding it, into pieces.

However, facing the threat of a severed arm, Tyr showed no hesitation, pulled closer, and twisted the half-left blade, revealing the twelve laws of chain nested inside. The powerful rule force was now wildly proliferating within Gam, transforming its insides into a moving court, continuously stripping it of its life and divinity.

Feeling the breath of death, the hellhound howled and swung its sharp claws. Tyr’s eye was flicked by Gam’s claw tip but transformed into a blood-colored blade in the fall, wedging itself between the hellhound’s molars, leaving new scars.

Dragging its maw filled with penetrating wounds, Gam’s ferocity only grew, immediately turning to crush Tyr’s skull.

But the splattering divine blood spilled onto it, transforming into pages from the "Codex of Justice." These paper fragments and legal texts exploded in succession, blasting the daringly rebellious hound into a pile of minced flesh.

Likewise, deprived of his arm and half his head, with death divinity injected, Tyr wavered and fell, never to rise again.

The fall of this War God heralded the prelude to the twilight and hell of the gods.

Niord lost the Sword of Victory in Celtic, causing Frey to miss the chance of wielding the Warner Holy Sword, but he acquired his father’s divine status. With sinister eyes and divine power surging like ink, the God of Fertility brandished his antlers to face the joint assault of Heluo, Rose, and Celebrian.

In the sky, the Winter Goddess Skadi was locked in an equally difficult battle with the Love Goddess Freya.

Observing those pitch-black eyes and the red-black divine blood flowing from the wounds, Skadi realized that her opponent had already been eroded by the Dark Ether, forcing her to harden her resolve and engage in a deadly fight with this former rival.

Elsewhere, the battle between Thunder God Thor and the World Serpent Jormungandr was equally brutal.

Jormungandr switched between snake and cat form, rolling around to cleverly evade the Thunder God’s Hammer, while constantly spewing a corrosive divine poison from its mouth.

Under the purplish-green smoke, the Dwarf Runes on Mjolnir’s handle were dissolving, and Thor’s arm was pocked with holes from Jormungandr’s poison. From each hole extended small serpent tongues, seizing Thor’s vitality. Yet, the Thunder God remained indifferent to everything, frantically swinging the Thunder God’s Hammer at the head of his sworn enemy.

When the hammer struck the Earth’s Giant Python’s head multiple times, what burst forth was not sparks but miniature thunderstorm clouds, blasting bloody craters across Jormungandr’s body.

Thor’s final blow completely disintegrated Mjolnir, turning the hammer’s fragments into an electrified meteorite shower that pierced through the scale armor at Jormungandr’s seventh inch. The mixture of giant serpent blood and Thunder God’s sweat reacted violently, forming a purple-red foam that engulfed the entire battlefield. The rupture of the foam released not only toxins but also ancient lightning sealed away — those primordial bolts meant to split chaos during creation but remained unused.

Thor’s body carbonized into a charred statue in the strong light, his right hand still maintaining the throwing stance. Meanwhile, the blood gushing from Jormungandr’s severed head transformed into a river of gold.

Equally ferocious battles were taking place elsewhere; the closer to the burning treetop, the more brutal the battles became. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Poetry God Bragi, Guardian God Heimdall, Harvest Goddess Sif... the deities of Asa and Warner fell one after another;

Brynhild, Celebrian, Rose, Seven Dwarf Kings, the Nine Monarchs of humanity... the forces from Midgard did not escape unscathed;

Frost Giants, Fire Giants, Mountain Giants, and the ancestral Ancient Giants... these former world rulers were also crushed into pulp;

The battlefield was piled with the corpses of gods, giants, and magical creatures, turning the plains into a sea of blood. The Black Dragon King Nidhogg soared above the battlefield, its wings making a terrifying sound as it greedily devoured the blood-soaked, still-warm fallen, casting a blood-red glow that dyed sky and earth deep red. The figures standing on the battlefield were now few.

"Odin!"

A black sword shrouded in death energy shot out, striking Odin’s eagle helmet, sending a trail of bronze sparks.

The Allfather’s single eye burned with blue-white fireballs in the storm, staring at that familiar yet strange figure, his aged face showing rare ferocity:

"Hela!"

After a millennium, the father and daughter finally reunited, gazing at each other with not a trace of warmth, only substantialized fury and killing intent.

The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, they charged at each other.

Odin’s hand made a virtual grasp, as if the Dark Ether turned into the form of Gungnir, with viscous material dripping from the spearhead, manifesting into liquidified Valhalla murals— those golden banquet halls and the unending war illusions.

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