Burn the Myth, Let the Starry Sky Appear!

The flame burned ever brighter, and more and more machines, through the invisible link of the flame, converged into the body of the deceased, Rovi.

The boundary between '' and 'death' gradually blurs.

The wails of the 'gods' continued, the enormous World Tree swayed incessantly, the northern ocean surged with waves, and Jormungandr's enormous serpentine shadow twisted and coiled towards the World Tree.

Loki laughed wildly, maniacally and chaotically. His figure twisted and gradually turned pale. As one of the gods of Asgard, he was naturally susceptible to the corruption of alien forces.

He too will die in the Ragnarok.

But the mad clown—

Never afraid!

"While scheming against them, they themselves never thought of escaping the furnace!"

Crash, crash, crash!

The essence of God has disappeared.

Loki's figure vanished like dust over the North Sea, his final, maniacal laugh still echoing.

A madman.

But he was also a madman worthy of respect.

Rovi stood silently at the other end of the torn veil of the Age of Gods, his eyes closed. As another driving force behind Ragnarok outside of Loki, he now watched the rise and fall of buildings like an outsider, his eyes devoid of sorrow or joy.

Are you scared?

He turned his face to the side, his gold and red eyes behind the mask burning slightly, and met Skadi's flowing purple hair.

Skadi sat atop Pegasus, her graceful purple figure undulating amidst the twelve outstretched wings.

She placed her legs to the side, sat sideways, her hips slightly swaying... The moment Skadi met Rovi's gaze, she simply smiled.

The goddess of the snow mountain said, "Don't be afraid."

All the resentment and dissatisfaction that had been lingering in his mind had vanished at this moment.

It was Rovi's scheme that led to her being ostracized by the gods and regarded as a traitor; it was Rovi's existence that left her with no choice but to follow him, with nowhere else to go. But now— Skadi saw the true faces of the Asgardian gods and witnessed their tragic state, yet she was actually grateful... grateful that she had been taken away from that abyss beforehand.

I am fortunate, and even more grateful to Rovi.

"You saved me, so I'm not afraid." The goddess's lips curved into a smile.

So Rovi laughed too.

He slowly raised the storm spear in his hand and said, "In that case, would you like to enter the arena with me?"

"Of course, great god!" Skadi replied with a pure smile.

Without dissatisfaction or resentment—

I only wish to follow the smile.

"Then let's go!" With a tug on the reins, the eight-legged winged forward, its hand gripping the Storm Spear [Rhongomyniad], the tip of which gleamed slightly.

The Storm God Clan gazed up at the figure slowly stepping into the Nine Realms.

Warriors and Heroic Spirit who follow the storm, their eyes also burn with fire.

Endless light and shadow converged with the great god.

They headed towards the giant tree ahead.

A giant serpent coiled around the tree, yet could not be severed; the black dragon and the demonic wolf at the treetop also desperately stomped on the canopy, but could not budge it an inch.

The power from another planet has been rooted in this soil for thousands of years, its foundation solid and unshakeable.

But Rovi has to solve it.

Although the authority of the gods of Asgard has been replaced by the gods of storms, the World Tree still supports Asgard as a whole.

If the entire World Tree is not completely resolved...

Therefore, the Storm God Clan could never ascend to the true 'heaven' and instead take its place.

He couldn't truly reverse the death.

The drawbacks brought about by the Atlantis Seed of Civilization could not be resolved.

Therefore, Rovi ultimately had to take action; he simply had to.

The gods under him, the multitude.

They were all like torches.

Skadi slowly wrapped her arms around Rovi's back, finally able to let go of the last bit of resentment in her heart and enjoy this warm sense of security.

The great god ' Rovi ' slowly raised the spear in his hand. The spiraling storm was even more intense than before. Wherever he set foot, the alien power disappeared and retreated, revealing the true nature of the planet.

In the blink of an eye, a deafening roar swept ahead, blocking the path of the World Tree of Rovi Wei.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thunder suddenly roared before his eyes, and the figure that appeared amidst the spreading lightning made Rovi stop in his tracks.

"Thor... do you still intend to put up a last-ditch effort?" Rovi's cold eyes flickered slightly behind his face.

The figure that appeared before him was, without a doubt, Thor, whose status in Norse mythology was second only to Odin.

He still held Mjolnir, the hammer of Thor, which crackled with electricity, and his body still emanated immense alien divine power.

A stubborn resistance!?

Thor let out a soft breath and slowly extended his hand—

He took off the mask that he had never taken off his head.

It was a pale yet exquisite face, with white hair flowing down her forehead, setting off a pair of eyes as red as a furnace.

This is the first time He has removed His mask since ten thousand years ago.

The Thor of the past was a heroic god of war, but the appearance He now displays is by no means the original one.

Instead, it resembles Harvest Star Vanguard, much like Sefar.

Among the gods, Thor is the most powerful, but he is also the one most severely corrupted by the power of the aliens.

His eyes showed a cold light.

His entire body transformed into dazzling lightning, standing tall between heaven and earth.

He was angry, and He wanted to vent His rage, but under the influence of the alien planet, all that remained was coldness and mechanical operation.

Rovi gripped the spear tightly, raising it slightly—

The spiral began to spin.

"Is everything alright?" Skadi asked softly, peeking out from behind him and looking ahead.

"Of course—" Rovi hesitated for a moment before replying, "No problem!"

Even now, with his human form, Rovi is confident he can completely suppress Thor, but in order to finish the battle quickly, he still decides to activate the power of the Machine God.

"I am Thor!" Thor raised Mjolnir in his hand. Without the mask to conceal him, his voice sounded clear and sharp.

Rovi shifted his spear to the side, and the storm spun even faster.

A thunderous roar flashed by.

The heavy hammer shot into the sky, then fell, crashing heavily onto the massive World Tree!

The spreading lightning relentlessly tore at the pale World Tree, and the friction of electric arcs ignited layer upon layer of explosions.

The giant snake coiled around the tree froze for a moment. It thought it would be injured, but to its surprise, the falling lightning not only did not harm it, but also activated the hidden power of every cell in its massive body.

He became even more powerful!

The arc of Rovi's spear spun slightly slower as he stared intently at the figure blocking his way.

"I am Thor— "

He repeated, "I am the Norse Thor, the Thor of this planet, of this world."

"I am the God of War."

"Go to hell with your shitty alien planet, shitty Harvest Star Vanguard!"

"I will not lose."

"I will never admit defeat!!!"

Having realized that even though the corrosion of his body had reached an extremely serious level, Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, still managed to shake the power of the alien planet with his will.

The power of the gods is being lost, and the outer shell of the divine core is fading away.

Yet He remains the God of War.

He is Thor from Northern Europe.

He will not admit defeat, nor will he stop here.

"King of the Wild Hunt, though you are a god of war, we, the gods of Asgard, are also gods!"

I will not lose to you.

Asgard will not be defeated by the storm!

Thor transformed into a bolt of lightning and charged toward the World Tree.

This is His final power, and the last radiance of the the gods of Asgard.

God of Radiance and Splendor

It exploded with a deafening roar!

Rip! Jörmungandr let out a long, screeching howl, raised its massive head, and crashed into the World Tree at the same time as Thor.

In a sudden uproar, the shadows of the trees swayed, and broken marks appeared on the pale, skeletal trunk.

Nidhogg and Fenrir the wolf stomped heavily, and the tree canopy and branches also shattered.

The foundation of the World Tree has been shaken.

"Thor..." Skadi's expression was complicated upon witnessing this scene.

Among the gods, Thor is the most special one. Before she met Rovi, she was arguably the one among the gods who treated her the best and was least driven by dark desires.

Rovi laughed, "Asgard is indeed not inferior to the storm—you alone, and this bolt of lightning alone, are enough to illuminate the entire mythology!"

"However, your era has finally come to an end."

"Let the storm come and bring annihilation to the age of the old gods!"

Rovi raised the spear in his hand.

"Come on!" he said.

Amidst the howling winds and fierce storms, the Storm God Clan and the Storm Legion were simultaneously converging on this place.

The frost giants attempted to rebel against the gods, but were crushed.

The lava giant wanted to escape back to the fiery kingdom of Muspelheim under the southern tree, but found that heaven and earth had merged into one, and the veil of the Age of Gods that divided the nine realms was shattered into fragments with the collision between Thor and Jörmungandr.

"Wild Hunt, Rovi! Do you really intend to fight me to the death?!" Ymir of Fate cried out in alarm. The destruction of the frost and lava giants was fatal to her, who was now manifesting the remaining will of the Progenitor Giant.

Without giants, He could not have appeared.

It is even more impossible to get involved in this matter.

"A fight to the death... You are not worthy!" Rovi looked down at him and with just a flick of ' Rhongomyniad ', Ymir's will, which existed underground, was instantly shattered.

If the Progenitor Giant were to arrive in its true form, Rovi might have to retreat in the face of the primordial God of Chaos.

But only Ymir's will remained...

I'm not qualified to fight him!

The gods, whose storms had gathered from all directions, finally appeared before them.

ground.

The wind and snow dissipated, and the chill disappeared. The cold and heat brought by the giants of ice and lava vanished at the same time. Ordinary people living on this land cautiously went out, only to find that the storm was still shrouded overhead. But the storm only existed in the high sky, only overhead, like a thick cotton coat covering the vast land.

And among them, the firelight flickered, like scattered stars.

People felt warmth from that light.

People seemed to shed some kind of constraint from that light.

The white crystals that exist in the bodies and blood of all living things represent the evaporation of alien power.

Although, strictly speaking, the fire that originated from Atlantis was also a power from another planet, Rovi spread it out and placed it in the hearts of gods and men, and it had long been assimilated by this Star Body.

Just as the Atlantis gods, who came from beyond the heavens, were able to quickly merge with the earth and become the Greek gods of the earth.

The existence of the flame is for inheritance and continuation.

It was not for the purpose of encroachment.

In that instant, the World Tree swayed and struggled. It was not a living being, but it also had consciousness. It was the remaining will of the former Harvest Star Vanguard. However, it only swayed slightly, because it had already been submerged in the very center of the torrent by the storm and flames in an instant.

The King of the Gods, riding his horse, strode forward.

The tree was swaying, emanating a will, as if saying: 'You cannot destroy me.'

'Without me, the existence of the gods cannot continue.'

'Without me, you will not be able to maintain your rule.'

'Without me...'

"Is this how you seduced Odin, the former king of the Norse gods?"

Rovi interrupted his will, his steps unwavering. "The ancient god-king Odin, though possessing the treasure trove of wisdom, lacked the decisiveness to wield it."

"He believed your words because they were true, but He did not consider the consequences, and so things have come to this."

"But--"

"Things are different now."

"We will still be fine without you." Rovi stopped the spread of his will. "Because we are the gods of this planet."

The gods of the planet do not belong to any era.

Instead, it depends on the planet itself.

This is the quality of the 'primordial', and also the quality that Rovi brought to the gods born from the 'wind' extracted from the planet itself.

The gods of storms all stood tall in the raging winds.

Countless heroes, endless brilliance.

Countless flames were watching this place.

The embers were scattered.

The spark, the flame.

Rovi raised the spear in his hand, his cloak billowing.

Awoo!

The hyena that was Fafnir the Evil Dragon, transformed into, let out a dragon's roar, and as the embers dissipated, the flames of a storm appeared on the dragon's body.

The curled-up Jörmungandr his enormous body, and he also revealed light.

Nidhogg, Fenrir.

The monsters of the end have willingly accepted the flames of the storm.

Life is gathering, until the very last step.

Thousands of sparks fell upon one person. Rovi raised the Storm Spear in his hand, and layers of storms overlapped, yet revealed a dazzling stream of light.

"The Spear of Final Radiance".

"Let the planet's original appearance be revealed here!"

—The Primordial Seed of Civilization!

—The curtain of burning myths.

Let the true starry sky be revealed!

A long spear hangs down, a point of light and shadow bursts forth, and endless wind and fire intertwine and sweep out!

At this moment, Rovi led countless storms and countless sparks, and in the midst of the howling, trees collapsed and the sky crumbled.

People looked up at the sky and saw the real world they had ever seen before.

The Star River flows, revealing endless brilliance.

High and vast!