Left all by myself!
Every last one of my subordinates was dead!
My comrades had returned to Valhalla!
Perhaps their defeat was because I had failed as their commander!
It was all my fault!
I, I, I...
For a moment, Nandri stared in terror, his eyes wide.
"Aaaaaah!"
Howling, he grabbed his axe and charged madly toward the nearest Spartan Warrior.
But he was far slower than the charging warriors. No matter how hard he tried, he could only watch them race away into the distance before finally crashing fiercely into the Valkyrie legion!
And that kind of war, the kind where a mere gesture could tear apart a stretch of earth and destroy vast swathes of air.
He did not deserve to take part!
That was power only top-tier heroic spirits possessed—experts who had been legendary demon hunters in life, or even elite dragon slayers!
He did not deserve it!!!
Watching the blazing battle in the distance, Nandri looked down at the axe in his hand.
He gestured with it, unable to stop himself from bringing the axe toward his neck.
But in the end, he lowered it, because heroic spirits could only return through death in battle.
So he charged resolutely toward the battlefield, only to be brutally torn apart by the aftershocks of the fighting.
On the battlefield, the Spartan Warriors immediately found opponents of their own!
Though the Valkyrie legion was excellent, they truly were not Odin's strongest force. They were merely Tyr's private troops.
By contrast, the Spartan Warrior legion was undoubtedly one of Olympus's strongest legions!
Because their numbers were small, each of them possessed individual combat strength far beyond the members of any other legion.
Thus, in only a few short moments, more than thirty weaker Valkyries were brutally torn apart by the