The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 1160 - 152: I Will Grasp Fate by the Throat! _3

The countless skeletons of Heroic Spirits clad in frost emerged, following the footsteps of this Nordic Lord of the Wild Hunt, charging toward death.

The black long spear pierced into the illusion of the Styx, raising a boiling liquid memory. Those histories of conquest that demonstrated Odin’s warlike divinity gushed from the cracks, solidifying into rune chains stained with blood rust, shooting towards his own daughter.

Hela instantly unleashed the power of death to the extreme, half of her body teeming with life, while the other half withered and decayed. Countless ravens of departed souls soared in the blood light, carrying the debris of the Golden Palace, crashing down upon the Divine King like meteorites. Odin’s hand twitched, and dark ether erupted from the earth veins, transforming into thousands of sharp swords, eradicating the flock of ravens in the sky.

The Death Goddess seized the opportunity to grab the spear shaft with skeletal claws, and the ground beneath her feet suddenly sprouted lava thorns imbued with the power of death. These scorching spikes, born from the prophecy of Ragnarök, wrapped with Hela’s accumulated resentment from millennia of imprisonment, melted the Gungnir crafted from black mud into a curse instrument inversely piercing Odin’s palm.

The Divine King of Asa roared in anger, shattering several of Hela’s ribs.

However, the broken bones did not fall to the ground, instead, they were grasped by Hela, unexpectedly stabbing into Odin’s chest. The dense aura of death frantically corroded Odin’s internal organs, extinguishing his vitality.

The father and daughter looked at each other, revealing a shared madness.

"Enemy, must perish—Gungnir!"

"Death calamity, has arrived—Helheim!"

With simultaneous shouts, authority fiercely clashed with authority, and divinity fiercely burned with divinity.

The brutal battlefield centered around the father and daughter ignited into raging flames, setting the entire land ablaze. Among the flames like red lotus, the world had become a sea of fire, fiery pillars piercing through the Nine Great Kingdoms, with thick smoke enveloping the entire World Tree.

The tree trunk and branches shattered layer by layer, and the "World" known as Nordic also completely collapsed along with it.

The stars fell from the sky, time ceased to exist, and the charred ground trembled as it sank into the surging sea bottom, with nothing but overwhelming waves and an immense silence and eternal darkness left in the world.

After an unknown duration, a voice from the depths sounded amidst the chaos:

"Finally finished, it was worth all my effort,"

A silver-grey giant hand reached through the void, groping towards the ash radiating embryonic movement.

However, just before the moment of touching, a wisp of golden flame rekindled from the ashes, and the terrifying heat instantaneously vaporized and disintegrated the silver-grey giant hand.

A giant figure emitting a silver-grey halo appeared under the blaze’s illumination, looking in astonishment at his own melted hand: frёewebnoѵēl.com

"Dare to refuse me, the king? What’s going on!"

"Because I am the true master of this sacrifice."

With a gentle murmur, a fair hand reached forward, grasping the golden flame within the ashes.

In the pulsing light, a handsome face with silver hair and violet eyes appeared in reflection.

"You’re not dead!" Orlog exclaimed in disbelief.

"Not just that."

Luo En grinned playfully, tossing the wisp of golden flame in his palm into the air, murmuring softly,

"The show is over, time to wake up, everyone!"

In an instant, holy chants that sounded like the voices of the elderly, children, men, and women echoed in the chaos. The doors shaped like light to the Ten Heavens gradually opened behind him, and billions of starlights rushed out, transforming into figures that were supposed to have perished.

They were once moths chasing flames, advocates of the light.

For the final embers, they exhausted everything on the sacrificial stage named "Nordic," burning all their life and divinity.

And now, at this moment, the final rite has been completed, and they too will receive the grace of the New Gods, reborn from the ashes.

Looking at the familiar faces before him, the starlight on Orlog’s body swayed intensely, his face filled with disbelief:

"This, this is impossible!"

"You simply don’t understand what ’possible’ means."

Luo En chuckled and shook his head, looking back at the best supporting actor behind him,

"Someone who sacrifices everything, who has spent a lifetime fighting against fate, can be shameless, can be base, can bear all sins, but there’s one thing he will never do, and that is—to bow down to Fate!"

"So, can we beat up this bastard Fate now?"

Odin stepped forward, glaring with his one eye, casting a sinister and hateful gaze at the source of all these misfortunes.

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