King of the Wild Hunt

The sword that Rovi took out from the King's Treasure was undoubtedly a Noble Phantasm- level sword imbued with a rich, mysterious aura, formed from the condensation of planetary fantasy.

A demonic sword that is still 'nameless' in this era.

It is a manifestation of humanity's fear of storms formed by the sun's scorching heat, and it is also one of the finest treasures in Gilgamesh's treasury.

The golden hilt fell into the steel hands of the Machine God, while the silver blade gleamed with a sharp light.

The Giants roared at the group of 'war gods' who stood suspended in mid-air, messenger of the gods on the World Tree, and also messengers of the great god Odin.

The martial gods exchanged glances.

Realizing something was wrong, the first reaction of this group of martial gods was to run away.

They are not stupid.

They wouldn't truly believe Skadi's betrayal of the gods based on just one sentence from Rovi.

Therefore, they knew very well that their best choice was to leave, report the situation, and let the gods in the tree decide the specific outcome.

However, before they could even act, Rovi took the lead and leaped directly into the sky above Jotunheim. The dim sky was filled with a sense of deathly silence, and the dazzling magic sword glowed with crimson fire.

The giants, the rulers of the Giants, stopped in their tracks.

He stepped forward personally to test his abilities.

"Defense..."

Rovi's figure arrived extremely fast. The martial gods knew they couldn't avoid it and had no choice but to fight him head-on.

First, a martial god gripped his spear tightly, flapped his wings, and as feathers scattered across the sky, a faint starlight appeared on the tip of his spear.

"The Great God's Declaration: Gungnir!"

A buzzing sound broke through the air.

The concepts of "guaranteed hit" and "guaranteed kill" are attached to it.

As Divine Messenger, these warriors, who were bestowed the name of war gods, wielded weapons that were extremely low-end versions of Gungnir, the ' Meteor Spear ' wielded by the god-king Odin'. Although the difference in specifications was enormous and the weapon was even far inferior to the spear wielded by Skadi, it still possessed the same concept of certain accuracy as Gungnir.

It hit the target, but it didn't strike Rovi.

With a resounding crash, the sword, burning with the light of the sun, blocked the incoming spear. The notion of a sure hit was suppressed, but at the same time, another martial god attacked from the side, his spear, equally sure to hit, flowing like a torrent of fire.

Rovi neither dodged nor avoided, but simply spun his sword and drew a circle in the air.

Its sharp edge shone like the sun, and with a misalignment of the spear on the sword, guided by Luo Rovi's skillful and rounded strength, the first attacking martial god couldn't help but crash forward.

The direction of the impact was undoubtedly that of another incoming martial god.

Ingenious calculations and skillful movements.

The two guns, each with a guaranteed hit, collided in the air. The concept of a guaranteed hit shattered instantly upon impact with their shared power. Both warriors froze in place. Rovi Wei swung his sword, piercing through both martial gods simultaneously.

"Ugh..."

A painful howl rang out unconsciously, and drops of divine blood containing countless crystals of the Azure Dragon fell and splattered onto the ground.

Although there was no prior grudge, as a 'dead' and as the King of Giants, Rovi was naturally hostile to the Norse gods, so he swung his sword without hesitation and sheathed it without the slightest error.

The wounded martial god fell straight down, and the other martial gods instantly surrounded Rovi from all sides.

One after another, long spears, each with its own aim, were pointed directly at Rovi.

The concepts of guaranteed hit and guaranteed kill are activated simultaneously!

"King of Giants..."

"We, representing the will of the gods, will surely condemn you here!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The warriors roared, not because they actually believed they could do it, but simply because they wanted to boost morale.

The wind whipped and tumbled violently.

Rovi twirled the demonic sword in his hand, and drops of divine blood fell.

He smiled.

"If you're good at making rice noodles, give it a try!"

The giant's 'king' brandished his sword, thrusting it towards the spears that attacked from all directions simultaneously.

To slap, to collide.

Rovi used a sword to suppress the Ten Directions Demon Spear. He did not display the great power of a god-king, nor did he show the magnificent light to fight against the world. He simply kept mobilizing the computing power of his work as Machine God to "calculate" how to achieve the greatest results with the least amount of power and how to win with the lowest cost.

Not all wars are the same.

The same applies to combat.

In the past, he only used force to surround and capture, set up strategies, set up a winning policy, and then directly crushed them.

But there is no such thing as a one-week crushing victory in the world.

It is still very necessary to find ways to make the most of one's efforts.

Rovi deflected the tip of the incoming demonic spear with his sword, and a realization dawned on him.

That was an enlightenment regarding "martial arts skills".

All techniques are superficial; the purest essence is simply speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness, and the ability to unleash power effortlessly to maximize its effectiveness.

Yes.

By acting as one pleases, one can still achieve the greatest results!

Rovi gripped his sword tightly, creating ripples that spread outwards. As magic collided with magic in the void, a sliver of space appeared.

The limits of unbridled enjoyment have been reached.

The moment to reveal the "Noble Phantasm" has arrived.

The warriors, guns in hand, charged forward, their faces, hidden beneath steel masks, becoming fully revealed.

Stop him! We must stop him!

Because at this moment, magic power was gathering within Rovi.

All gathered on his sword.

It was a powerful force, a storm symbolizing destruction and the sun.

That's something even the Gods of War couldn't possibly match...

A crimson light pulsed, and the tip of the sword burst forth!

It was too late to stop it!

The burning flames exploded instantly, and a blazing sun ignited at the tip of the demonic sword, while the primordial storm that swept out instantly crushed all obstacles.

Like the undulating tides of the sea.

Heaven, earth, and fire mingled together, rippling across the dim yellow dome.

The king declared a great victory.

Thus, the God of War was killed.

"Roar!" Seeing the 'King' win, the Giants also roared.

Pushed away by the intense fire and storm, the war gods struggled to flap their black wings and steady themselves in the air, but they did not give up. They simply raised their spears again and wiped the divine blood dripping from their mouths.

Each of them was severely injured, but they still pressed forward with determination. The warriors chosen by the Great God Odin had an unquestionable fighting spirit, and they possessed a special power that made them stronger the more they fought, and stronger the more they were injured.

The ability to transform the concept of "pain".

This is a manifestation of some characteristics of the civilization shattered by the Harvest Star Vanguard.

However, Skadi's expression below grew increasingly frozen.

When Rovi had clenched his fists with her earlier, it was inevitable because he didn't want to kill her, even if he was unwilling. But now Skadi could see that clearly.

However, she knew even better that Rovi was still holding back.

The time has come to a critical moment; not a single one will be killed.

This isn't about toying with these martial gods; it's about merging something...

Only Skadi could tell.

The warriors of the gods, who were called 'war gods' but were actually only demigods, could not tell the difference.

Despite their severe injuries, they fought with increasing ferocity, advancing once more and thrusting their spears forward, clashing with the demonic sword held by Rovi.

Attacked from all directions at any time.

Defeat after defeat, yet moving forward again and again.

He clashed the sword and the spear.

Rovi forward,

The martial god who was being pointed at by the sword was about to retreat and switch places with the other martial gods.

But he found that he couldn't dodge the sword no matter what he did.

This is...

"Meteor Spear!?" The God of War was shocked but could not believe it.

"That's right, this is your Meteor Spear!" Rovi laughed in response.

This is the thing he wants to merge.

The concept of the God-King's power stolen from the God of War.

The sure-hit, sure-kill attack streaked across the sky like a falling meteor, and divine blood sprayed out once more.

The other martial gods were all choked up at the moment.

In this world, besides Odin himself and his spies, there is only one other person who can master the concept of the meteor spear hitting its target.

"Skadi... has truly betrayed us!"

"And he also transferred the power of that spear to this giant king!"

"No, we must repay the gods of the Golden Palace—"

"..."

Skadi wanted to say that he took the power of the Meteor Spear from you.

The goddess knew that even if what she saw was true, these war gods wouldn't believe it, because it was simply impossible.

It is impossible for anyone in this world to master the God's weapon in an instant.

The martial gods over there wanted to say something.

Boom, boom, boom—the next second, the intense, thunderous war drums interrupted their thoughts and breaths.

A heavy pressure covered the entire Jotunheim, and Rovi, having completed the 'fusion', no longer restrained his power.

He laughed loudly and put the demonic sword back into the treasury.

Standing empty-handed, he saw light flashing in the air... a ray of light appeared in his palm and transformed into a knight's lance.

That is the manifestation of the concept.

From gun to sword, from man to god.

Armor resembling that of a mecha appeared on his body, a silver mask appeared on his face, covered by a velvet cloak, and the long spear he held pointed diagonally at the ground.

A dense aura of death swept over the martial gods as if engulfing the entire world.

They stood there, rooted to the spot.

It wasn't because of Rovi's undisguised power.

Rather, it is because of the essence it reveals...

They bear an uncanny resemblance to Great God Odin who bestowed upon them power!

"The God of War, is that it? Go tell your Great God Odin!"

"I--"

"The King of Giants, the ' King of the Wild Hunt,' has arrived!"

Stealing the power of the 'Meteor Spear'?

No--

Rovi simply relied on the immense computing power of the Machine God to trace back to the source, using the concept of the 'Meteor Spear' as a branch, and then spread it to cover the main body.

His target was the Norse chief god, a facet of Odin, and a nightmare that ruled over the dead.

Having both the body of a dead man and the essence of a god-king, Rovi even personally donned the crown of the King of Heaven. It was not difficult to achieve this.

For Rovi, the goal was to spread civilization, so seizing that highest position would undoubtedly be of great use.

This would allow him to fully integrate into Scandinavia without being rejected by the World Tree.

It also gave him the possibility of being reborn from the dead.

Therefore, from this day forward,

He is the ' King of the Wild Hunt '.

The King of the Dead will sweep across the land like a storm!