Chapter 361: Throne of Thorns (VI)

The flock of ravens that had been circling in the sky descended and roared around Odin and Sleipnir. They seemed to realize that the human girl in front of them really had the strength and determination to kill God, and they were ready to defend the throne of God with their own bodies.

They flew straight towards Lu Mingfei, densely packed like a group of pitch-black boomerangs. Even if ordinary ravens crashed into her at such a high speed, they could still cause injuries all over her body. Moreover, the bones of these ravens were as hard as Deadpool's. They were mutants with their dragon genes rewritten.

Lu Mingfei was swallowed up by the flock of ravens. The beaks, claws and even wings of these damn creatures were all weapons. As a human being, Lu Mingfei had basically no defense at all. She truly experienced what it felt like to be cut into pieces. Each scratch was just a slight pain, but when the number was hundreds or thousands, the feeling was completely different. It was like being thrown into a blender, watching the sharp blades cut through her head.

Dazzling streams of fire erupted all around, and several hundred-meter-long blazing fire dragons shot out from the flock of ravens. They were like Tyrannosaurus Rex hatching from eggs, biting at the black crows. In the double concerto of high temperature and explosion, the crows had no time to fly away, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt feathers.

It can be seen that Odin has run out of tricks and even uses his own ravens as a last weapon, but such things are like moths to a flame in front of the power of bronze and fire. Norton is best at large-scale explosive killing. The flock of crows is like a group of ordinary soldiers charging, while Lu Mingfei who controls the fire is a nuclear bomb. No matter how many soldiers there are, it is meaningless.

Odin's whole body was twitching, and he was forced to look up at the sky under the influence of Fuguang's huge crowbar. The mask seemed to be slowly being forcibly peeled off from his head. In the gap that was widening, the naked eye could see that there were countless muscles and veins on the mask connected to Chu Zihang, as if it was a part of his body. As the force applied in the end became stronger and stronger, more and more blood flowed out, flowing along Odin's armor and falling into Sleipnir's horse mane, dyeing the warhorse red.

Lu Mingfei gritted her teeth and exerted force. It seemed that success was just around the corner. However, the strength in her hands suddenly disappeared. Without the support of a fulcrum or a heavy object, Fu Guang suddenly soared into the sky. Lu Mingfei fell into the water by the river and stared at Odin's original position with wide eyes, but the huge figure was no longer there.

What happened? Odin disappeared out of thin air?

There seemed to be some strange sounds ringing in my ears, someone was chanting some language, like singing, or like praying. At first it was just a very faint sound, as if it came from far away, but as more and more voices joined in, the song became as neat and majestic as the hymns resounding in the auditorium.

Lu Mingfei recognized it as dragon script, which contained numerous praises to Odin. In ancient times, many people had submitted to Odin's power, and as a means of flattery and narration, they wrote this great poem praising Odin.

The singers came from all directions, even from the entire Nibelungen. In such a large space, in every different place, Odin's heroic spirits were singing at the same time. Countless tiny voices gathered together, like large speakers placed around a concert. This sound could be heard anywhere in Nibelungen.

White steam rose out of nowhere in the rainy night. At first, there were only one or two pieces, which were easily overlooked in the rain, but soon there were hundreds and thousands of them, as thick as fog, like standing on the top of a mountain overlooking the mountains, and even the sky could be blocked.

The sounds of countless horse hooves echoed in the white mist and steam that covered the sky. It seemed that an army was marching forward there. Faintly, one could see majestic figures like mountains. Before the people emerged from the mist, the majesty had already slowly pushed over, making it hard to breathe.

Odin reappeared, but he was not alone... Hundreds and thousands of huge figures stood tall in countless places in the Nibelungen, each of them was the eight-legged Sleipnir with an identical Odin on its back, hundreds of meters tall, like endless mountains stretching across the field of vision.

Countless Sleipnir carried countless Odins and moved side by side towards the same center point, where Lu Mingfei was. Sleipnir's lightning hooves trampled everything, carrying air currents of fire. The two broken blades Gungnir in Odin's hands tore through the air, leaving deep red marks. The earth trembled under their footsteps, and the sky shook under their prestige. Countless pairs of golden eyes seemed to tear apart this gloomy Nibelung.

This scene gives people a feeling that the gods of the ancient times seemed to have trekked across the vast wasteland for tens of thousands of years and finally returned to this world.

The ultimate complete form of Word Spirit Valhalla. When Lu Mingfei was fighting against those heroic spirits at the beginning, she was still curious. Odin made so many masks for so many people to wear, but the levels were either hundreds or thousands. They couldn't even deal with themselves, so how could they be used to fight against the Black King?

Now she finally understood that Valhalla was the absolute killing weapon accumulated by Odin. Something prepared for the Black King would certainly not be used on an unknown person. It was just that the power she displayed forced Odin into a desperate situation, and the ultimate form of Valhalla finally saw the light of day.

In Lu Mingfei's vision, those countless Odins were not the previous Heroic Spirits, because the name column of the data annotation above all Odin's heads was written as Odin, unknown level, unknown attack power, and unknown defense power. The strongest aspect of Valhalla is that it allows all Heroic Spirits to be promoted to be exactly the same as Odin, even including combat power. If you deal with such an Odin, you have to do your best. Now there are hundreds and thousands of them, and their strengths are exactly the same. Only by defeating the only real one can you remove this Heroic Spirit, so what should you do?

At this moment, far beyond the Nibelungen, the whole world seemed to have entered the countdown to doomsday at the same time.

More than twenty-five volcanoes erupted simultaneously in the volcanic belt surrounding the Pacific Ocean. The dust and ash stretched for hundreds of kilometers. Meteorologists watched in horror as lava, carrying lime and flames, hit their heads at an incredible speed.

It is no longer the season for severe typhoon outbreaks, but hurricanes exceeding the highest weather warning level have rarely appeared in various oceans, including areas where typhoons should not occur. The speed of their advancement exceeds any previous record and can reach nearby coasts in just a few tens of minutes.

Tsunamis tens of meters high hit the coasts of South America, Australia, Western Europe and North America at the same time. These tsunamis seemed to appear out of thin air without any warning. A few minutes ago, there were beautiful women in swimsuits sunbathing on the beach, but a few minutes later, it was a living hell, and everything was swallowed up by the sea. And according to the detection and calculation results of satellites, this is only the first wave. In the next hour, there will be several more violent tsunamis. The height of the last wave may even reach the kilometer level. In the face of such an astonishing and destructive disaster, any human defense is ineffective. The tsunami warning has to be transformed into sending evacuation instructions to people's mobile phones, but it is hard to say whether they can escape.

Devout Christians made the sign of the cross on their chests amid the earth-shaking 10-magnitude earthquake. The monks of Hanshan Temple walked out of the temple and gazed at the crimson sky in the distance. American street thugs took advantage of the fact that most people were busy seeking refuge to smash open stores and sweep handfuls of goods into snakeskin bags. The Eskimos in Iceland witnessed with their own eyes that the land they had lived on for so many years cracked into several sections in just a few seconds, and in the blink of an eye, they were separated from their homes by a chasm.

The entire earth seemed to have entered a countdown in the blink of an eye. The magnetic field and gravity were strangely disordered. Tens of thousands of meteorites broke through the atmosphere and burned violently, falling into the sea, uninhabited areas, and even in the downtown area. The death toll could not be counted at all. Everyone was equal in the face of the disaster. There was only crying, only roaring, and only running for one's life.

A large amount of horrifying news spread through information channels around the world. When people thought this was the worst, the next one would be even worse. The girl huddled in the shelter cried and threw herself into her boyfriend's arms. The beggar in the corner gulped down beer and laughed, saying, "I told you a long time ago that God would punish you ignorant sinners!"

No means could work at this time, because there were too many bad news coming at the same time. Governments were not prepared to face such a bad situation and were completely paralyzed. Only a group of people in the world knew what was happening, the half-blood humans of the dragon race. But they could not do anything, because it was not a nightmare that mortals could resist.

The day of Ragnarok has officially arrived at this moment. Now the only thing the half-bloods can do is pray, praying that Nidhogg will not suddenly appear from the land beneath their feet. No one knows where the Dragon King, who has been betrayed and abandoned for thousands of years, put his eggs.

"The end of the world is coming!" someone said beside Lu Mingfei. The iPhone in her hand was receiving information from the outside world. All the mainstream media around the world that were still alive and sending news used headlines like "The End of the World" without exception.

"Ragnarok?" Lu Mingfei's face turned pale. She didn't know what was happening in the outside world, but she could feel it. The feeling was so strange that she couldn't describe it in words. It seemed that the whole world was refusing to let her live. "But isn't Odin still standing here? Isn't he still alive? You said that this is the last battle, and the victory or defeat between him and me will determine our final fate!"

"I didn't lie to you." Lu Mingze shrugged. "I just knew that he would be resurrected, but it was not until this moment that I realized that Nidhogg used a most ingenious method to preserve his eggs, so his return would definitely become a reality and it would be impossible to break it. It is much more clever than the White King."

"What method?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"The power of the Word Spirits." Lu Mingze said, "To be precise, it is the combination of the power of all the Word Spirits, because all the Word Spirits come from Nidhogg himself, so he turned his egg into a concept activated by all the Word Spirits, from the moment he died until just now, if all the Word Spirits have been released once, then his eggs will be awakened. Unintentionally, whether it is Odin, you, and me, including the four monarchs and the hybrids in the world, have become the driving force behind the resurrection of Nidhogg, Valhalla, the Emperor, Sky Light, Time Zero, Zhulong Guixu Tianwen Shiva Yewu... Some rare and powerful Word Spirits are often not released, but our dragon-slaying operations and wars forced these Word Spirits to come out, so we all fell into Nidhogg's trap."

"Until just now, the last Word Spirit was released. All the Word Spirits formed a circle to call Nidhogg. Odin probably didn't expect that the key to awakening Nidhogg lies in himself. His Hall of Valor has never been fully released in all these years. This is the last piece to revive Nidhogg."

"Is there no other way to stop Nidhogg?" Lu Mingfei looked around. The strange vision outside seemed to have attracted Odin's attention. So many Odins stopped and looked up at the broken Nibelungen, but he should be the same as himself. He could only feel it but didn't know what was really happening. Odin didn't have Lu Mingze to help him.

"There should be one." Lu Mingze didn't seem panicked at all, because she could jump through timelines. The death and tragedy here were nothing to her. "For an ultimate life form as powerful as Nidhogg, it will take time for him to wake up. No one knows where his eggs are. You just need to kill Odin before he appears in his complete form. It's still not too late to change the timeline before Nidhogg does!"

"It's easy to say! Please look around. Now it's not a matter of fighting with one Odin, I have to fight with thousands of Odins!" Lu Mingfei felt that her head was about to explode. This feeling was like a warrior in the devil's palace who had to work very hard, sacrificed countless teammates and god-level props to just defeat the devil, and suddenly spoke from the devil's throne and turned into a big monster, laughed and said congratulations, you defeated my chair, now let me meet you!

"You chose the path yourself, and now you ask me about it?" Lu Mingze spread her hands, her face full of innocence. "Come on, my dear sister. If you die, I will pour a glass of wine on your grave and wish you a happy life in hell. If you win... that would be great. I will give you everything without reservation. Now the hope of the whole world rests on you. What else can you do except keep moving forward? Go forward bravely, girl!"

(End of this chapter)