The younger sister beside her suddenly spoke up.
"Do we really understand all the gods? Lord Thor's gloves and Mjolnir, Beelzebub's abnormality, Rei-Fuku among the Seven Lucky Gods—they were all beyond our expectations. So, Sister Brunhilde, do you really think the gods only have those publicly acknowledged powerhouses on their side?"
Reginleif's words made Brunhilde's body stiffen as if struck by lightning.
After a long while—"Thanks, Reginleif. I understand."
Tian Ji's Horse Racing Strategy could be discarded. They had to go all out in every match.
This match, too, had to be fought with victory as the sole goal.
So, was that god definitely the one taking the field?
The person who sent her the message shouldn't have lied to her, right?
Of course, the sender was not Heimdallr, but rather an informant she had among the gods.
If it was that god, then it seemed the King would need to take the field.
Fourth Round: King versus King.
The god on the other side was also a King—the King of the Underworld.
Which trump card should she choose?
Who Summoned the Old Man of the Mountain?
They had already won three matches. In other words, they were nearly halfway to fulfilling the victory conditions for Ragnarok.
She still had two trump cards in hand. No, including Adam, she should have three.
If they won those as well, Humanity's victory would already be within reach.
It was just that the final seventh match was troublesome. Brunhilde had yet to find a contender for the seventh round who gave her absolute confidence in victory.
No, that was not quite right. She did have someone in mind, but she did not know whether that person would answer her summons.
She would not think about the seventh match for now. First, she needed