Trouble in the Backyard

"We both understand that humanity has its limits. In this war between gods, they aren't even cannon fodder..."

Kevin patted the thick wall, his voice low.

"To fight alongside me, to die on the battlefield, to reach the Valhalla —that is their honor..."

Hela was somewhat dismissive of Kevin's rationality and compassion.

"Only the living deserve glory..."

"Those who are dead are simply those whose fates are sealed..."

Kevin turned around, leaned against the city wall, and looked down at the piles of burning corpses and clothes in the square, feeling a pang of emotion.

"Besides, they don't believe in Odin, so they can't go to Valhalla, and it's not under your jurisdiction anymore..."

"So even if they die, they should go to the heavenly kingdom founded by Keisha. It seems you have no right to bless these Heroic Spirit."

The man shrugged and complained irritably.

"Thanks for reminding me, I almost forgot..."

Hela's lips twitched slightly, and she gave a dark snort, her narrowed eyes flashing with a dangerous light.

Sometimes, I really just want to shut you up right now...

Hela tapped her pale lips with her fingertips, her every move exuding a captivating charm.

Kevin glanced at him, chuckled dryly, and slightly increased the distance between them.

The Goddess of Death was unaware of someone's underhanded actions. Leaning against the city wall, she glanced back at Anixid, who was riding out of the city lord's mansion in armor, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"She hasn't even fully recovered, yet she's already thinking about stabilizing morale. This woman has the makings of a nation-builder and queen."

This kind of woman isn't very friendly to men; the barbarian king of the North is sure to have a tough time from now on.

Kevin heard Hela's praise and, watching Queen Anixid being surrounded and cheered by the Knights, secretly rolled his eyes.

"We're able to stabilize the situation now thanks to you. Including what happened in Howling Abyss, you've been a huge help. I don't know how to thank you enough..."

Hela sensed the sincerity in Kevin's words. Although she didn't seem to care on the surface, the slight upturn of her lips betrayed her inner joy.

"Thanks? There's something I need your help with..."

The Goddess of Death seemed to have thought of something, and she straightened up slightly, gracefully stroking her right hand from her lower abdomen to her navel.

How about having a child with me?

"Wh... what?"

Kevin, who was listening intently with a serious expression, looked incredulous and his tongue was tied in knots.

"What, is there something wrong with my wording?"

Hela's brow furrowed slightly, and a dangerous glint flashed in her eyes as she smiled softly.

"No, I just felt it was quite sudden..."

Kevin chuckled dryly and scratched the back of his head, feeling a chill run down his spine.

"You thwarted the Titan Alliance, defeated Thanos, and even Odin is willing to stake the future of Asgard on you..."

"I was once the Goddess of Death who conquered the Nine Worlds. If you and I unite, we will give birth to even stronger offspring."

Hela stretched out his right hand, his five fingers curling towards his palm, his face cold and arrogant.

"Then, together we will train him into the most perfect warrior, and the Nine Worlds will once again submit to him..."

"Um, forget it. If there's no emotional connection, I'm still a bit hesitant about breeding in the purest sense..."

Kevin rolled his eyes in response, politely declining Hela's suggestion.

Clearly, the Goddess of Death, out of consideration for Odin's voluntary sacrifice, will not harm the Asgard.

But Hela is inherently driven by a desire for conquest and a restless spirit, so expecting her to settle down is practically impossible.

However, Kevin, who led this Goddess of Death out of the demon swamp, is primarily responsible for reigniting her mischievous passion.

However, even if Kevin doesn't appear, given Hela's nature, this woman will inevitably stir up trouble again in the Nine Worlds sooner or later.

Odin, that Old Man, definitely put his problem daughter in Freyja with the intention of having Kevin take care of her.

It must be said, this Old Man is quite farsighted.

Hela gave Kevin a deep look, her expression turning somewhat cold.

But before the atmosphere could freeze, the man stretched and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"While I may not have the time or inclination to help you with breeding, I certainly have plenty of time to cause trouble..."

"You think about these things all day long, the main problem is you have too much free time..."

"If you're bored, just stay by my side. If you don't go looking for trouble, trouble will come looking for you..."

"I guarantee that what follows will be far more exciting and unpredictable than your petty conquest of the Nine Worlds!"

Hela looked at her palm, recalling a recent experience that had stirred her blood, and took a deep breath.

It seems pretty good.

"I hope your journey won't make me lose interest, otherwise I'll find a way to sleep with you. After all, there aren't many people who can satisfy me..."

"Those brats of Thor, I'll spare them for Odin's sake, but I never said my descendants couldn't reclaim what rightfully belonged to their mother..."

The Goddess of Death flicked her nails, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Kevin chuckled softly, as if he were seeing another world—his friends with whom he shared risqué jokes at night.

The man composed himself, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Want to sleep with me? You'll have to wait in line. I'm too busy taking care of my own girlfriend..."

Hela didn't take it seriously; in fact, she was quite eager to try.

"The more popular you are, the more valuable you are..."

"Besides, are you advising me to find a way to cut in line and cheat on them?"

"I'm afraid if I use that stuff too much, I won't be able to get an erection when it really matters."

A pleasant chuckle appeared on Kevin's face, which then turned serious, though it was unclear whether it was genuine or not.

"Your Her Majesty the Queen, I have a piece of advice for you: you look better with light makeup..."

"Also, the helmet is pretty ugly..."

"Bang! Bang!"

Two projectile weapons pierced through the wall, and the Goddess of Death smiled elegantly.

"Darling, thank you for the advice, I'm very touched..."

Kevin flicked the sharp blade beside him with his finger, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"You're welcome, it's nothing..."

But the two stopped joking around and went to the city wall to look into the distance.

On the boundless plain, countless black dots stretched across the horizon, encircling and surrounding the Yordle City.

Chapter 1045, The First Thousandth Chapter: A Fire in the Backyard

On the vast plains, hundreds of thousands of soldiers, under the command of the knights, followed loosely at the rear of the column.

Judging from the calluses on their palms and their bewildered and panicked expressions, these people were mostly peasants forced into positions of power by feudal lords in order to bolster their prestige.

Therefore, the only elite force consisted of over 300,000 elite infantry and around 50,000 armored cavalry.

"You're expecting these lackeys to lead the charge for us?"

Laguer, on horseback, looked at the ragtag soldiers who couldn't even march in formation, and sneered disdainfully.

Inside the carriage, enjoying the services of her maids, Sumari lifted the curtain and gazed somewhat casually at the Yordle City ahead.

"Laguer, don't forget what our real purpose is..."

"The outcome of this war is not important, because the key to victory lies elsewhere..."

Then, this effeminate Male Angel gently traced his fingertips on a maid's delicate cheek, without even glancing at Laguer, and murmured softly.

"My dear brother, as your comrade-in-arms, I must warn you... the people inside are not to be trifled with..."

"You've already proven this conclusion with your actions, so please rein in your murderous intent and don't reveal yourself so quickly..."

"Take my advice: if you want to live long, you have to be able to endure..."

Laguer snorted coldly upon hearing this, but he still suppressed his desire for revenge.

At the same time, the mysterious cavalry unit behind him, shrouded in semi-Roman-style full-body armor, successively concealed their presence.

Listen to the advice; that way, our plan can proceed smoothly.

Since it's a war between people, let's send these cannon fodder from the Southern Federation into the fray first, keeping Yordle City in a state of urgency.

As long as we keep the two key figures, Anixid and Hexi, here, the familiar faces who are bound to come will definitely arrive as the situation worsens.

At this moment, as the general outline of Yordle City came into Sumari, the Moon Angel gently blew on the small silver dagger in her hand.

"Hexi, I've come to see you. I'm sure you'll be very touched..."

On the city wall, Kevin noticed the Southern Federation army stationed just an arrow's throw from Yordle City, sending troops to search for stones and cut down trees. His eyes narrowed slightly.

It's estimated that his act of cutting off one of the plague angel's Chicken Wing last time had a significant deterrent effect.

Therefore, this Heavenly Scum seems to be sending troops to build weapons, preparing to seriously engage in siege warfare.

It's good that you have your taboos. As long as you hold out for three to five days, whether it's a standoff between the two countries' military forces or a direct war between gods, we don't need to back down.

"I'll take this battle..."

"Please keep a close eye on those inhuman beings on the other side and guard the interior of Yordle City..."

Just as Kevin was considering whether to launch a surprise attack that night to disrupt the enemy, Anixid, her face somewhat pale, climbed the city wall and drew her longsword with a cold voice.

The man shrugged, readily relinquishing command.

Since the other side isn't planning to deploy their Heavenly Scum on the battlefield, there's no need for me to use my god-level account to torture these natives from the era of cold weapons on the city walls.

He disliked killing, and even more so, meaningless killing.

Hela and Kevin glanced at the battlefield from an outsider's perspective, then casually went downstairs as the war was about to break out.

The two returned to the city lord's mansion, helped the weak Hexi up, and leisurely drank tea.

Noticing the slight worry on Hexi's face, Hela dipped her right index finger in some tea and flicked it onto the stone tabletop, forming a rune mark.

Instantly, the water rippled outwards, forming a mirror-like surface of light, and the battlefield where the two armies clashed was clearly revealed before their eyes.

However, even with the visual evidence, Hexi's expression remained somewhat grave.

Having experienced yesterday's sudden change, the three had a general understanding of the defensive capabilities of Yordle City.

Currently, the Southern Knights have 10,000 elite cavalry and 40,000 trained infantry. This combined force gives them a staggering 1:7 ratio against the Southern Federation's military strength.

Moreover, that doesn't even include the massive horde of cannon fodder behind them, or the Heavenly Scum Daoist Canon somewhere.

Not to mention that the city had just been hit by Plague Virus last night. Regardless of the casualties, many people were still recovering from the previous upheavals, and the soldiers' energy was also severely depleted.

Hexi looked towards the city wall where Queen Anixid was boosting morale and directing supplies upstairs. She picked up her tea, took a sip, and shook her head helplessly.

"During the time Anixid was awake, bad news arrived from the rear..."

"Debangxiongdu become independent!"

Kevin and Hela exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

They never expected that within just one day, a fire would break out in Anixid's rear area.

Hexi put down her teacup, her tone somber.

"It's the Church of Light..."

"The Pope claimed to be guided by God and condemned Anixid as a heretic, a witch instigated by the devil..."

"Northern immigrants... Frosty bloodline... Howling Abyss..."