The Covenant Between Gods and Men

It does not go through the World Tree, nor does it follow the 'rules' of the Norse Mythology worldview set by the Great God Odin.

At this moment, what Rovi must follow is the rules of the planet itself.

It is not 'physics' that does not exist at present, but rather a set of rules that are distributed from bottom to top and in both vertical and horizontal dimensions.

Ultimately, whether it's Mesopotamian Mythology, Greek Mythology, or Norse Mythology, they are all fundamentally based on a world enveloped by the atmosphere of a planet.

Even if mythology specifies its specific rules, it is nothing more than putting a piece of paper on the 'surface' of the planet itself.

The so-called Nine Realms grow on the World Tree and can only be accessed through the World Tree itself. This is a rule of Norse Mythology, but it has never been a limitation of the planet itself.

From a realistic perspective, the World Tree simply divides the world's dimensions into nine layers from top to bottom, and maintains this consistent structure.

Now, what Rovi needs to do is to break through the paper of the Norse Mythology worldview and bypass the restrictions of the rules of the Age of Gods.

He wanted to enable the Giants to reach the world of Midgard, the dimension where Midgard resided, not through the World Tree, but through the planet itself.

Then, with its power, it eroded that realm.

"Now, it's about time!" Rovi smiled, in the dim and Jotunheim, in the eternal and deep Giant realm.

Skadi was confused and puzzled.

The Giants crawling on the ground also looked over at that moment, looking at their rulers.

Even a giant who is delirious, driven only by instinct and devoid of self-awareness, would not understand.

"What... do you want to do?" Skadi couldn't help but ask again, the goddess of the snow mountain becoming even more confused by this King of Giants who had 'abducted' her.

"Just watch—" Rovi turned his gaze upwards, avoiding looking at her.

"But I can't understand it."

You'll understand soon enough.

"..."

It felt like a conversation between two riddle solvers.

Skadi was somewhat discouraged. Why was this person able to so easily extract information from her, while she could never see through him?

And every time this happens, that other 'self' will pop up and make sarcastic remarks.

But what she didn't know was that what Rovi said was true.

Because she understood very quickly, without needing much explanation or listening.

Rovi raised his hand, his fur cloak billowing in the cold air of Jotunheim. In his hand, the silver knight's lance reappeared, its shape spiraling outwards like a storm. If Gilgamesh were here, he would surely recognize it at a glance as the transformed form of the ' Enuma Elish '.

It is a manifestation of the concept of storms—storms formed from the primordial rotational force of stars, that too is a storm!

He gripped the spear tightly, then—thrown it into the sky.

He said, "Come with me."

No need for further words, just move forward; the king's shadow leads the way.

The spear shot into the sky.

The sky tilted after the day.

At this moment, all was quiet. Skadi stared wide-eyed at the 'vortex' that slowly appeared in the sky above.

It was a pitch-black, deep 'hole'.

It's 'Tongyan'.

A passageway to the upper dimensions.

With a single shot, Rovi pierced the sky.

With a single strike, it pierced through dimensions and space.

"Come on," Rovi said again.

His voice echoed in Jotunheim, and even more so in the two other realms that lay World Tree's roots, bordering the kingdom of this giant.

In Asgard, the abode of the goddess of fate Well of Urd, a symbol of destiny, ripples gently.

Deep within Niflheim, the Land of Mist Black Dragon Níðhöggr had been gnawing on the roots of the World Tree year-round, opened his golden dragon eyes.

In the Midgard of the present world, the earth trembled violently, and a tsunami-like avalanche erupted among the undulating snow-capped mountains.

A pitch-black storm was brewing in the sky, and a gigantic, terrifying phantom gradually took shape within it.

The Giants swayed and staggered as they walked step by step into the present world.

An immense pressure weighed on people's hearts. At this moment, as the storm of death was about to strike, even birds and beasts trembled and dared not utter a single word.

"The King of Giants that Great God Odin foretold has finally arrived."

Near the avalanche site, in a village at the foot of the snow-capped mountain, an elderly man with white hair and beard, yet still tall, gazes up at the profound and terrifying scene.

"Village chief, you'd better hide in the cave right away!"

The ground continued to shake, and someone shouted behind him.

The old man burst into laughter. "This little show of Beowulf, get me some wine!"

The young man named Beowulf was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously bent down to go inside to get the wine. After getting the wine, he couldn't help but feel annoyed that he had come out to persuade the old man to hide.

However, since we've already received the wine, it wouldn't be right not to send it over.

The old man laughed and took the wine, "I've lived enough, kid!"

"I'm old, but I still want to do one last adventure before I die!"

The people of the Norse are bold and ambitious. Beowulf knew that the old man before him had once been a powerful warrior in his youth, and he was just one step away from becoming the 'God of War' chosen by the Great God Odin.

He experienced many adventures throughout his life, but in his old age, he could only live a secluded life in this small village, a man who could only tell stories to children.

It is undeniable that Beowulf, who had come from afar, was indeed deeply influenced by it; otherwise, he would not have stayed in this small village.

An old soldier should not die in his bed.

"This village is now in your hands!"

"Adventure... Hahahaha!" The old man laughed loudly as he ran through the blizzard. In the distance, avalanches surged like a sea, and the ground shook even more violently. Beowulf clenched his fists and said nothing more. He turned to evacuate the other villagers.

The old man slowly walked up the mountain.

Facing the wind and snow, facing the collapse of heaven and earth, he had nothing but a jar of wine.

"Aren't you afraid?" Two golden lights shone through the wind and snow.

The old man chuckled. He didn't know what it was, but whatever it was, his answer was always the same, "Don't be afraid."

Are you not afraid of life? Or not afraid of death?

"I'm not afraid of anything." The old man gulped down his drink, his voice muffled. "I'm only afraid of..."

"I can't die a quick and painless death!"

"I am a soldier."

"I have fought giants and driven away dragons, and even now I can only tell children stories that no one believes by the fire... but as long as I know I am a warrior, that is enough!"

"Hahaha!"

"Are you a god? Or a ghost?" the old man grinned, his beard trembling.

The person replied, "Yes, all of them."

He is both a god and a demon, the ruler of the dead and the king of storms.

That was the shadow cast by Rovi here.

He transcended dimensions.

But first he focused his consciousness on the long spear and projected it here.

Paving the way for the subsequent 'storm'

"Since you're not afraid of anything, then—are you afraid to make a pact with me?" Rovi leaned down.

The old man burst into loud laughter. "Want my soul? Take it if you want... uh?"

The old man abruptly stopped mid-sentence.

The surrounding wind and snow have subsided.

The ground beneath my feet is also solid steel.

Before me stood a massive iron mask, its eyes burning like fire, more like the radiance of the sun and moon.

This is a giant cast in steel.

It has thick armor, a cold iron face, and 'wings' woven from steel growing behind it, each feather gleaming with a cold, hard light.

The old man was astonished to find himself held in the palm of a steel 'giant' with one hand.

"I am the ruler of the dead, the embodiment of the storm, the master of the Giants,"

The giant leaned down, his voice booming and echoing in the old man's ears.

"People call me the Wild Hunt."

"Humans, I make a covenant with you—I will sweep across the land with a storm, and all who see me will become my followers and warriors under my command."

"But I promise that after you all who see me will be unrighteous, and I promise that I will clear the earth for you and plow away the obstacles between the sky and the earth."

"I don't need you to believe me, because I have become one with this world."

"When you see me, you have made a covenant with me."

A storm of the dead swept across the land.

In a daze, the old man seemed to see the King of the Wild Hunt standing high in the sky, leading giants of countless storms on an expedition.

It wasn't just him.

Beowulf, the young man at the foot of the snow-capped mountain, also stopped and glanced to the side. The fleeing hunter suddenly raised his head, and the hunting dogs beside him barked. The merchant who had taken refuge in the carriage opened his eyes and looked excited.

Man makes a covenant with God.

This wasn't the first time Rovi had done something like this.

But before that, he was a human being.

Now, however, he makes a covenant with the people of this earth as a god.

The slayer of death, the manifestation of the storm, the King of the Wild Hunt, will also use this method to connect the living and the dead, bringing the 'dead' into the world of the living.

He will clear away the obstacles to survival for humanity on this land.

This is something even the gods don't care about... Just as Rovi had learned from Skadi's 'mouth', the Norse gods are rugged and explosive. They are like the raging snowstorms, the magnificent mountains and seas of this world. Their attitude towards mortals has always been to let them fend for themselves, letting them live or die as they please.

They lacked the intense desire for control Mesopotamian Plain gods, and they did not possess the Greek gods' thirst for humanity, who believed that faith would bring them comprehensive protection and blessings.

People in Scandinavia are free.

The same is true of the gods of the Norse.

But it is also unsafe; the people of a city can be ruled and oppressed by monsters, and the king of a country can be bullied by monsters.

The heroes roamed far and wide, hunting down monsters and earning their fame.

But heroes are few and far between.

The majority, however, were ordinary people afflicted by demons. They could not wait for the arrival of heroes and died in agony.

They also longed for the protection of the gods.

And so at this moment,

A magnificent voice resonated in their hearts.

A storm of death swept across the land.

That's something God doesn't care about...

"I'll take over!" In Jotunheim, as more and more vortex-like holes appeared in the dome, Rovi smiled.

The connection between life and death has been formed through a 'covenant'.

"Bhaba, my people!"

"Children of the storm!" Rovi shouted.

"Roar!" The giant trembled.

Skadi stood there, stunned, staring at Rovi... who was clearly a dead man, clearly the ruler of giants, the symbol of chaos.

But for some reason... this purest 'snow mountain' in the Asgardian Divine Realm suddenly felt that the deathly silent figure was more like a god than them.

The gods protect all directions and sweep away the world.

"Is that right?" Rovi turned his gaze to the side, his hand clutching the steel mask, his cold pupils, woven with gold and fire, looking at Skadi.

He stretched out his hand, his deep voice like the whisper of a demon.

The Snow Mountain Goddess, draped in a long purple dress, stood gracefully in the dim light of Jotunheim. Her figure remained beautiful and pure, her long purple hair flowing in the wind, outlining her delicate features. Her full breasts revealed a hint of round, white skin, the edges pressed together by her drooping hands. Below her slender waist, her legs were pressed together, and her buttocks, taut and rounded, were faintly visible at the hem of her dress, her triangle extending into a deep paradise.

She was a little nervous, and a little confused...

"No, do you expect me to stay here?" In the end, Skadi chose to compromise.

'Oh dear... have you given in?' another 'me' in my mind suddenly spoke.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Skadi was speechless. "These guys are all gone. I don't want to be alone in this dreadful Jotunheim!"

'You're not being honest, kid... you just hate being alone, don't you?'

'It's none of your business.'

Pure white, like a distant and unblemished snow mountain, the goddess abhorred loneliness.

However, Skadi still did not take Rovi's hand, because she still longed to return to Asgard and be under the protection of the Great God Odin —who was like a father to her.

Skadi still doesn't believe in Rovi.

"Still unwilling to compromise?" Rovi laughed, covering his face with the mask he was holding. He said, "Then... whatever you say!"

A fierce wind howls, and the giant sets out.

A dark vortex swirled and churned...

In the present world, the storms Wild Hunt, and the shadow of giants is hidden within them.

Amidst the rolling mountains and swirling snow, countless magical beasts instantly felt an intense sense of dread, letting out terrified howls as they scattered in all directions.

The storm is coming.

Death is imminent.

"Is that a god... or a demon?" The tall Beowulf frowned, his bare, muscular body tensing under the pounding wind and snow.

"Whether it's a god or a demon, it doesn't matter."

What I want is...

"Under the storm and death, all things are equal." At the summit of the snow-capped mountain, the old man laughed loudly.

Bold, fearless, and undaunted.

' Wild Hunt figure emerged from the raging wind; the towering Storm Giants unleashed a deafening roar; the evil dragons of the mountains and fields lay dormant; the monsters that had wreaked havoc scattered in all directions; even Fafnir, the king of dragons, the ultimate Dragon Kind, trembled and retreated.'

He brought both calamity and protection; all things are equal in His eyes, and all things will meet their end in death.

' Storm God Clan [Stapudden]'

'In later generations, some people also referred to them in this way.'

' History of Norse Mythology '