While her two sisters had gone to the past to observe history, Goll had idly browsed through some people as well. Lu Bu Fengxian was one of those Sister Brunhilde had mentioned.
After looking into his past, Goll could not bring herself to feel at ease about Sister Lantigreese.
This man had slaughtered corpses into mountains, then called people boring.
Goll simply could not view someone who scorned life so much favorably. He was terrifying.
If possible, it would be better for her to become King Gilgamesh's or King Solomon's divine weapon. Although both were frightening, at least they only targeted gods.
But then again, did those two kings need a sister to become their divine weapon?
King Solomon could command the Seventy-two Pillars of Demons. No matter how she looked at it, he did not need a divine weapon.
And King Gilgamesh seemed to possess many divine weapons himself, so he did not need a sister either, right?
"No, Sister Brunhilde, this person is too awful. You have no idea how brutal he is."
Goll protested. She did not want such a beautiful sister as Lantigreese working with someone like him.
"Enough. I have decided. It will be him. I'll leave it to you, Lantigreese."
Choosing Lantigreese as Lu Bu Fengxian's match was not random. It was based on the nature of Lantigreese's abilities combined with Lu Bu Fengxian's combat ability.
Then let us summon him. Confirmed!
However—
"Hmm?"
Brunhilde frowned slightly. Lu Bu Fengxian's virtual panel had begun glowing, but just as he was about to be summoned, it suddenly froze.
"Sister Brunhilde, what is this?"
Goll grew nervous because the glowing panel suddenly turned black.
And it was not that the light screen had vanished. It was as though someone had suddenly splashed ink over it, the dripping ink staining the panel black.
The next instant, black light flashed, and darkness swallowed everything in sight.
When things returned to normal—
"Sister Brunhilde!"
Goll could not help screaming. A hand had suddenly emerged, seized her sister by the neck, and lifted her up.
She had said not to summon someone who did not value life.
See? The moment he was summoned, he attacked their Valkyries first.
"Who gave you permission to give the person I have set my sights on to someone else?!"
The owner of the hand spoke in a voice so cold it seemed to freeze the air.
"You are—!"
Brunhilde, whose throat was being gripped, immediately recognized the voice. Her eyes widened in shock, then she gave a bitter smile.
She had not expected him to truly regard Lantigreese as his person.
For a moment, she had been so distracted by the strength of those kings that she had overlooked him, like failing to see what was right under her nose.
But was he answering the summons?
In other words, was he going to replace Lu Bu and fight in the first match as one of humanity's thirteen representatives?
If so, he was indeed more suitable than Lu Bu.
Lantigreese, standing nearby, also recognized the owner of the voice. The concern in her eyes for her sister became complicated.
"My Lord Hegemon King."
Lantigreese murmured softly.
Had he truly taken a liking to her? Did he want her to become his Yu Meiren?
Unfortunately, he already belonged to history.
No, wait. Perhaps he was still alive.
After all, he had transferred his soul into a mechanical puppet. He should have gained a longer life.
But could he have survived for two thousand years?
"Hegemon King?"
Goll was stunned. Sister Lantigreese had murmured that name. Did Lu Bu Fengxian have such a title?
No, the owner of this hand did not seem to be Lu Bu Fengxian. Otherwise, her two sisters would not be reacting like this.
The next second, the blackened virtual panel gradually displayed an image, revealing someone who was not Lu Bu Fengxian.
He was a broad-shouldered, handsome man with gentle yet resolute features.
What drew the most attention were his eyes. They were Double Pupils.
Then the virtual panel expanded to the size of a door, and the man in the image stepped out.
Once the virtual image became a physical body, Goll could feel the terrifying killing intent radiating from him. No matter how she looked at him, he was a madman who had slaughtered countless people.
His burly physique, no less imposing than Lord Thor's, especially made Goll feel as if a mountain were about to crush her.
With her tiny body, she felt that one slap from him would flatten her.
Though terrified, Goll still gathered her courage and parted her small lips.
"Let Sister Brunhilde go—"
Goll had only gotten this far when the Double Pupils glanced at her. For an instant, she felt as though she had been killed, icy fear flooding her entire body.
Her courage was snatched away in an instant, leaving her unable to speak.
"His Majesty sent me to represent humanity in the first battle."
The Battle of Ragnarok—First Match
Two figures walked along a spiraling staircase toward a viewing platform.
Though they had not yet reached the top, they could already hear the uproar of countless spectators in the arena.
Among those voices were ordinary gods on the gods' side, loudly proclaiming that humanity would suffer soon enough.
At the same time, they endlessly mocked the other group of spectators: human spectators from the Earthly World, drawn from every era.
If one did not listen carefully, humanity's voices could barely be heard amid such clamor.
But it was not because the gods' spectators vastly outnumbered them, nor because their throats were countless times louder in the literal sense.
It was because most humans did not think highly of this Ragnarok battle between humanity and the gods.
Correction, it was not that they merely did not think highly of it. Most people were lost and at a complete loss.
To the overwhelming majority, a battle between humans and gods was nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating itself.
It was merely a dying struggle in the end.
Some were even so pessimistic that they hoped the match would not take place. Going out to fight would only invite humiliation and make humanity's defeat even uglier.
"Sister Brunhilde, can that person really do it?"
Goll, following behind her eldest sister, remained deeply uneasy.
That person was certainly a remarkable figure in human history and seemed even stronger than Lu Bu Fengxian, but could he truly do it?
Her sister had said that the gods' representative in the first match would most likely be Lord Thor. Could he really win?
Lord Thor was known as the strongest in Norse Mythology—whether he could defeat Lord Odin was another matter, but Lord Thor's strength was absolutely Sovereign-class.
"Whether he can or not, we'll find out by watching the match."
Brunhilde replied calmly.
At the same time, she was considering something. That man had been sent by that emperor, so was he fighting on the emperor's behalf?
Did that mean the emperor himself had no intention of participating?
"Oh."
Goll did not ask anything further. Her sister did not seem to be in a good mood, and if she kept asking, she would probably get angry.
Looking ahead, the exit was fewer than ten steps away. She could feel the savage voices of the gods.
Each of them spoke such cruel words that Goll could not help shrinking her neck.
After leaving the staircase and entering the outdoor viewing area, a gigantic arena came into Goll's sight.
It seemed that some gods had noticed them. Upon seeing her sister appear, they cast looks as though they wanted to devour them, frightening Goll once more.
"Brunhilde, watch with your own eyes as the humans you chose are tortured to death."
"A mere demigod actually wants humanity to fight us gods? Are you planning to let humanity experience more humiliation before its extinction?"
"Ahaha~~~ I can't wait to see Brunhilde's twisted face as she watches humanity get slaughtered and can do nothing about it."
"She won't start crying, will she?"
The mockery was endless.
Then—
"If you cry, you can throw yourself into my arms, and I'll comfort you properly, little Brunhilde~"
That especially loud remark left Goll speechless, because the one who said it was Zeus, a Main God from Greek Mythology.
He was also staring this way with lecherous eyes, constantly blowing kisses at her sister.
What a disgusting old man.
Of course, she could only curse him inwardly. She did not dare say it aloud, much less show her disgust.
But—
"Perverted old man, could you stop staring over here? You're disgusting."
Her sister said it outright without the slightest restraint, making Goll's expression stiffen.
Suddenly, the clamor stopped.
"It has been far too long. I have waited until this day, when Ragnarok's Horn is about to sound once more!"
On the arena platform, Ragnarok's gatekeeper and the announcer for the Battle of Ragnarok—Heimdallr—was delivering a passionate speech.
"...The struggle between humanity and the gods will begin, and the rules are simple: when one side dies, victory and defeat will be decided."
In other words, there would be no surrender. Once someone stepped into this arena, only one side could remain alive.
As soon as those rules were announced, deafening cheers erupted from the gods' side. They could hardly wait to see gods unleash violence upon humans.
"It's finally starting, Sister Brunhilde."
Goll swallowed. The fighters for the first battle to the death were about to be announced.
So, who would fight first for the gods—
"Then, the vanguard of the gods in the first round is—"
Who would it be?
Heimdallr swung an arm toward one of the exits. The gate there opened, and a terrifying presence poured from deep within.
The passage was too deep to see who it was, but violent lightning flickered within.
That meant it truly was as her sister had predicted. The gods' vanguard was—
"Every god wishes to witness his true strength! A man born for battle and destined to die in battle! His Mjolnir can shatter the earth! That's right, he is the Berserker of Thunder, the strongest of the Norse—Thor!"
The instant his name was announced, cheers that shook the air erupted throughout the entire venue.
At the same time, the Thunder God's figure was fully revealed to everyone.
He was handsome and burly, holding in one hand an enormous Mjolnir larger than an ordinary adult, crackling with lightning.
He radiated a terrifying aura that made countless gods feel as if they carried a mountain on their backs. The moment anyone met this Thunder God's gaze, they instinctively lowered their heads in fear.
Thus, after the gods' vanguard was announced, humanity became even more pessimistic. They had not expected such a powerful champion to be sent out in the very first match.
"Sister, will it really be all right? Can he really win?"
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