Comprehensive Anime: Ragnarok Start, Playing as Hero King

While her two older sisters went to the past to observe history, Goll was bored and browsed through some people. Lu Bu Fengxian was one of them, mentioned by her sisters.

After observing his past, Goll couldn't shake her unease about her sister Lantigreese.

This man had massacred piles of corpses and then declared them to be boring.

Goll found it impossible to have any good feelings towards someone who so disdained life; she also found him terrifying.

If possible, she'd rather have her become a divine artifact for King Gilgamesh or King Solomon. Although both were terrifying, they at least only targeted gods.

But then again, did those two kings need her to become their divine artifact?

King Solomon could command the Seventy-two Pillars of Demons; by all accounts, he wouldn't need a divine artifact.

And King Gilgamesh, didn't he seem to possess many divine artifacts himself? He wouldn't need her either, right?

"No, Sister Brunhilde, this person is too awful. You don't know how brutal he is."

Goll protested. She absolutely did not want her beautiful sister Lantigreese to cooperate with such a person.

"Alright, I've decided. It's him. I'll trouble you with this, Lantigreese."

The choice of Lantigreese as Lu Bu Fengxian's match wasn't random. It was based on the nature of Lantigreese's abilities combined with Lu Bu Fengxian's combat prowess.

"Then prepare to summon him. Confirm!"

However—

"Hm?"

Brunhilde frowned slightly. The virtual panel for Lu Bu Fengxian was halfway through illuminating, and just as the summoning was about to begin, it suddenly froze.

"Sister Brunhilde, what is this?"

Goll became nervous as the illuminated panel suddenly turned black.

The blackening wasn't the disappearance of the light screen; it was as if someone had suddenly splashed ink on it, causing the panel to be stained black.

In the next instant, a flash of black light engulfed everything in darkness.

When her vision returned to normal—

"Sister Brunhilde!"

Goll screamed. A hand had suddenly reached out and grabbed her sister by the neck, lifting her up.

I told you not to summon this person who didn't value life.

See? As soon as he was summoned, he attacked them, the Valkyries.

"Who allowed you to send the person I've taken a liking to to someone else!"

The owner of the hand spoke with a chilling voice that seemed to freeze the very air.

"You are—!"

Brunhilde, her throat constricted, immediately recognized who it was from the voice. She was astonished and then managed a bitter smile.

She hadn't expected this person to truly consider Lantigreese as his own.

For a moment, she had overlooked this person due to the power of those few kings, like being blinded by the light right next to you.

But was he responding to the summon?

In other words, was he going to replace Lu Bu and be one of the thirteen human representatives to fight the first battle?

If that were the case, then he would indeed be more suitable than Lu Bu.

Lantigreese, standing beside them, also recognized the owner of the voice. Her worried gaze towards her sister held a hint of complexity.

"Hegemon King..."

Lantigreese whispered softly.

Did he truly take a liking to her? Did he want her to become his Yu Meiren?

Unfortunately, he was already in history.

No, wait. Perhaps he was still alive.

After all, transferring his soul to a mechanical puppet should grant him a longer life.

But could he survive for two thousand years?

"Hegemon King?"

Goll was a bit taken aback. Hearing Lantigreese whisper that, did Lu Bu Fengxian have such a title?

No, the owner of this hand didn't seem to be Lu Bu Fengxian. Otherwise, her two sisters wouldn't be reacting like this.

The next second, the darkened virtual panel gradually showed an image. The person revealed was not Lu Bu Fengxian.

It was a man with a robust and handsome appearance, his face gentle yet firm.

What was most striking were his eyes – they were Double Pupils.

Immediately, the virtual panel expanded to the size of a door, and the man in the image walked out.

After transforming from a virtual image into a physical entity, Goll could feel the terrifying killing intent emanating from him. He looked like a madman who had killed countless people.

Especially with a physique no less imposing than Lord Thor's, Goll felt as if a great mountain was about to crush her.

With her small frame, if she were to be hit by the opponent, she felt like she'd be flattened.

Despite her fear, Goll mustered her courage and parted her small lips.

"Quick, release Brun—"

As Goll mustered the courage to say this much, she was met with a glance from Double Pupils that gave her the fleeting illusion of being killed, sending a chill down her spine.

Her courage instantly vanished, leaving her unable to speak.

"His Majesty has dispatched me to represent humanity in the first battle."

Chapter 053: Battle of Ragnarok - First Round

Two figures walked down a spiraling staircase, heading towards a spectator's platform.

Though they hadn't reached the summit yet, the roar of countless spectators in the arena could be heard.

Among these roars were the common gods, who boasted about how they would make humanity suffer later.

At the same time, they continuously mocked the other group of spectators, who were human audiences from all eras, hailing from the mortal realm.

If one didn't listen closely, the voices of the humans were almost drowned out by the clamor.

It wasn't that the gods' audience was significantly larger, nor that their voices were countless times louder—literally louder.

Rather, most of the humans didn't hold much hope for this battle between humans and gods, this "Ragnarok."

Correction, it wasn't that they didn't hold much hope; most of them were simply lost and bewildered.

In the eyes of the vast majority, a battle between humans and gods was akin to a mantis trying to stop a chariot, a display of overestimation.

Ultimately, it was just a death throe.

Some were even so pessimistic that they wished the match wouldn't happen, believing that participating would only invite humiliation and make humanity's defeat even more embarrassing.

"Sister Brunhilde, is that person really capable?"

Goll, following behind her elder sister, was still very uneasy.

That person, though a formidable figure in human history, seemingly even more powerful than Lu Bu Fengxian, could he truly do it?

Could he really win if her sister said the person appearing as the representative of the gods in the first match was highly likely to be Lord Thor?

After all, Thor was known as the strongest in Norse Mythology—whether he could defeat Odin was another matter, but Thor's strength was definitely at the Sovereign level.

"Whether he's capable or not, we'll know when we see the match,"

Brunhilde replied calmly.

At the same time, she was pondering a question: who was this person dispatched by? Was he representing the Emperor in this fight?

Did this mean the Emperor himself did not intend to participate?

"Oh."

Goll didn't ask any further questions, sensing that her elder sister seemed to be in a bad mood and might get angry if she pressed further.

Her gaze shifted forward; the exit was less than ten steps away, and she could feel the violent voices of the gods.

Hearing their cruel words, Goll couldn't help but shrink her neck.

After exiting the stairs and arriving at the spectator area, Goll's eyes fell upon a colossal arena.

As if noticing them, some gods, upon seeing her sister appear, cast gazes that seemed as if they wanted to devour them, startling her once again.

"Brunhilde, you will personally witness how the human you chose is trampled to death."

"A mere Demigod actually presumes to have humanity fight against us gods? Is this an attempt to give humanity a final taste of humiliation before their extinction?"

"Ahaha~~~ I'm so looking forward to seeing Brunhilde's twisted face of powerlessness as she watches the human get slaughtered."

"She won't cry, will she?"

Full of cold mockery and ridicule.

Then—

"If you cry, you can come into my embrace, and I'll comfort you nicely, little sister Brunhilde~"

This particularly loud voice made Goll momentarily speechless, as the speaker was Zeus, the Sovereign God of Greek Mythology.

He also cast a lecherous gaze in their direction and kept blowing kisses towards her sister.

It was utterly disgusting, that old pervert.

However, she could only curse him internally; she didn't dare to speak out directly, nor did she dare to show any expression of disgust.

But—

"You perverted old man, can you stop staring? It's disgusting."

Her sister said it so brazenly, causing Goll's expression to stiffen.

Suddenly, the clamor ceased.

"It's been so long. I've waited until now. Finally, the 'Ragnarok's Horn' is about to sound once more!"

On the arena stage, Heimdallr, the guardian of Ragnarok and the announcer for the battle of Ragnarok, was in the midst of a passionate speech.

"...The struggle between humans and gods will begin, and the rules are simple: if one side falls in battle, the victor is decided."

This meant there was no surrender. Once one stepped onto this arena, only one side could walk away alive.

Therefore, as these rules were announced, thunderous cheers erupted from the gods' side, eager to witness the violence of gods against humans.

"It's finally starting, Sister Brunhilde."

Goll swallowed, and the personnel for the first life-or-death battle were about to be announced.

So, who would be the gods' representative for the first match—

"Now, for the first round of combat, the gods' vanguard is—"

Who could it be?

Heimdallr waved his arm towards a side exit. The gate opened, and a terrifying aura emanated from its depths.

Because the passage was quite deep, it was impossible to see who it was clearly, but flashes of violent lightning could be seen.

This meant that, just as her sister had predicted, the gods' vanguard was—

"That person is someone every god wishes to witness his true strength. He is a man born for battle and destined to die for it. His thunderous hammer can shatter the earth. That's right, he is the strongest thunder berserker of the Norse—Thor!"

The moment the god's name was announced, the entire venue erupted in cheers that shook the atmosphere.

At the same time, the figure of this thunder god was fully revealed to everyone's sight.

He was handsome, his body powerfully built, and he held a lightning-flashing thunder hammer, larger than a normal adult, in one hand.

He also exuded a terrifying aura that made countless gods feel as if a great mountain was pressing down on them. The instant one made eye contact with this thunder god, they would instinctively lower their head in fear.

Therefore, after the gods' vanguard was announced, humanity became even more despondent. They hadn't expected such a formidable general to be sent out for the very first match.

"Sister, is this really okay? Can we really win?"