It worked!
Seeing his offensive neutralized, Ragnar knew he had achieved his goal, and joy immediately welled up in his heart.
The enemy of my enemy really was a friend!
Having successfully borrowed this momentum, he should be able to hold on until that Spirit Clan Wild Hunt broke through the Veil and carved out a path to survival!
However, when he noticed the dense black-green demonic aura, thick enough to seem liquid, a trace of apprehension surfaced in Ragnar's eyes.
He had not expected the enemy of his enemy to be a demonic creature that had become a god, standing opposed to the real universe itself.
There was no telling how long this fragile alliance, formed only moments ago, would last.
He could only hope that the originally balanced battle would not be swiftly shattered by the addition of an outsider like him.
Otherwise, no matter which of these two god-level beings died first, Ragnar's fate would not be pleasant.
Damn Goblin.
His predictions had been so accurate, yet he still claimed he did not possess a precognition-type talent!
He had deliberately emphasized the opportunities while downplaying the dangers.
He had clearly been setting people up!
Fortunately, Ragnar had always been deeply suspicious by nature. He had not let the opportunity Balgon spoke of cloud his judgment, and he had still made some preparations before coming here.
But those preparations were far from sufficient; they were utterly incapable of dealing with a god-level threat.
All he could do was try his best and leave the rest to fate!
Even under such immense pressure, Ragnar did not completely lose his composure.
After all, in order to obtain the Authority of War from Balgon back then, he had promised to do two things for him in exchange.
Contacting Ilya, spending a