Dragon Slayer

The light faded, Ortlinde opened her eyes, seeing the scene before her own eyes. She confirmed that the Eye of Odin was indeed in her eye sockets; what had just happened was not an illusion, but a real fact.

"You're finally awake, Ortlinde. How's Gullfaxi? If possible, move the Valkyrie around. That battlefield is no longer a place you can intervene in."

"Battlefield..."

High in the distant sky, Ortlinde saw Nidhogg bobbing up and down like a lifeboat in a tsunami. Bai Mo twin blades were firmly embedded in its neck, and the Triple War God unleashed its full power.

The evil dragon's scales were almost invisible. With the Avici Uninterrupted Death and the continuous bursts of power from the Triple War God, defense was clearly no longer a worthwhile option. Under the claws and twin blades, blood and flesh were constantly being spilled from both sides.

Ortlinde didn't answer immediately, but Skadi, standing in the distance within the barrier, seemed to understand something. Her voice softened as she asked:

"Ortlinde, did Odin tell you anything?"

"Yes, Lady Skadi, but... I'd like to speak with you first... and also with Bai Mo..."

The surrounding Valkyrie were still under the control of Nidhogg's black mist, but Odin had left behind measures that could not be refused. Nidhogg, engrossed in the fierce battle, was not idle and suddenly had the idea to read the memories of the Valkyrie who had fallen into despair.

Ortlinde felt like she might be broken. For the Valkyrie, the commands of the gods were absolute, not to mention that this was the command of the King of Gods, which should be carried out immediately upon being issued.

However, Ortlinde did not implement it directly.

Inside the palace, Fran clapped his hands excitedly, as if he were applauding.

"I knew this little girl was talented. Oh dear, can I stay here any longer? I have so much to talk to her about."

Skadi ignored Fran standing beside her. On the other end of the communication, Ortlinde felt almost absurd about her own reckless behavior. It was absolutely disrespectful, a thought that a Valkyrie should never have.

Skadi's reply came quickly, her voice tinged with weariness and affection.

"I see. Then you should contact Bai Mo directly. He still has Runes for communication, right? You don't need to tell me."

"Huh?"

Ortlinde was quite surprised. Skadi nodded slightly, looking at the Valkyrie, and slowly said:

"The current battlefield is not for someone like me, who doesn't understand the situation, to judge."

Furthermore, I don't want to hear what that guy is plotting, who dumped the great god's Runes on me without leaving any further information. As your god, I love you from the bottom of my heart, but now, my hands are powerless to protect you.

In that case, spread your wings and fly to the sky that belongs to you.

The tone shifted abruptly, revealing the dignified presence of this ice goddess, her words filled with unwavering resolve:

"Ortlinde, in the name of Skadi, the last Aesir goddess and the ice queen of Northern Europe, I grant you freedom! Do what you wish to do!"

Hearing Skadi's words, Ortlinde couldn't help but shed a tear. Skadi didn't make demands of Valkyrie as a god. For her, with her limited power, this was already her limit.

Bai Mo, who was fully engaged in the battle, sensed Ortlinde's connection. Before Ortlinde could explain Odin's plan, including the cost of Valkyrie's life, Bai Mo interrupted her.

"Ortlinde, the key to all of this is in your hands, isn't it?"

Ortlinde nodded slightly. The Runes that could awaken the souls of the Valkyrie were now deeply etched into her right eye. It was almost as if she were leading her sisters to their deaths with her own hands.

Having confirmed this fact, Bai Mo stopped speaking. He mobilized a Magnetic Field Power, a power so weak that Nidhogg didn't even notice it. This small power brought forth a scene.

That was a scene within the barrier, a reunion of her sisters, a group of them drunk and staggering, filling her room. Bai Mo carried the unconscious Ortlinde back to her bed, where she saw herself sleeping, a happy smile on her face.

"Throughout this journey, every time you mentioned Valhalla, I could see your heartfelt longing. And now, Valhalla is right here, isn't it?"

Bai Mo's words were like a heavy hammer, striking Ortlinde, the fortress built from Odin's words. The girl gripped the pseudo-divine declaration beside her and slowly stood up.

"Can you guide me? In my heart, you are the only person I trust most. If I have your affirmation..."

"I can't offer you any guidance, I can only show you everything I've seen. Ortlinde, the choice is yours, but whatever you choose, I will support you."

After all, we are comrades-in-arms. No matter what, I will face this with you.

Do what you believe is right.

Gullfaxi silently approached her. At her command, the divine steed would gallop in any direction, regardless of danger, whether it was a smooth road or a dead end.

Ortlinde took a deep breath and murmured in a trembling voice.

"It's surprisingly strict at times like this, but it's so good to have met you."

Having said all she had to say, Ortlinde raised her head and looked at the battlefield in the sky, her eyes no longer filled with confusion.

On the battlefield, both sides had given their all, but the truth was that the difference between them was minimal. Their powerful cellular composition and Asura Way power were enough to sustain them for hundreds of years.

Perhaps centuries later, this tiny difference will become apparent and determine the outcome of the battle.

At the same time, even the slightest amount of weight can disrupt the balance of this scale.

In this situation, the only chance for either side to win is to wait for the opponent to weaken for a moment, because for them, making a mistake is impossible.

No one would dare to enter this battlefield; the aftershocks of 990,000 horses would easily tear anything apart.

Ortlinde looked at Gullfaxi beside her, stood up and mounted her. The loyal steed reared up and roared like an engine.

Even the smallest opportunity, I will create it.

She felt filled with determination. Just as she was about to take off, a completely unexpected voice suddenly rang in her ears.

"It seems the great god Odin has already given you a hint, but let me handle the creation of opportunities."

"Sigurd?"

Ortlinde gazed at a figure in the distance. Sigurd had already removed his formal attire, was holding Gram, and his spectacles gleamed with white light.

"What are you up to?"

Almost everyone except the two in the air noticed Sigurd's strange behavior; it wasn't that he was shirtless, but rather that his Spirit Origin was twisting in a bizarre way.

"No need to worry about it. This is just a means of maximizing its use. To my shame, I, who pride myself on being a dragon slayer, am not even qualified to intervene when facing a dragon as my opponent."

But the reason lies with Sigurd, not with the dragon slayer.

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised Gram high and plunged it fiercely into his own heart. The blood gleamed and clung to the demonic sword like spider silk.

Everyone present could sense that a part of Sigurd's Spirit Origin had been ripped away, and cracks were spreading across Gram, causing it to split open inch by inch.

This world contains a variety of characteristics, which have evolved from a long history of mythology.

Demonic enemies will be subdued by holy ones, and dragons will be killed by humans who are called dragon slayers.

However, this also has its limits. Sigurd's dragon-slaying feat is as absurd as an ant trying to kill a person with a sharp blade of grass when facing an existence of Nidhogg's caliber.

But sharp blades of grass can indeed cut a person's skin, provided the wielder possesses sufficient strength and skill. The reason for this lies with Sigurd, not the dragon slayer.

It's illogical, but that's how this world works. Even Medb, who has become Servant, can be killed by a piece of cheese that suddenly hits the back of her head.

"Mr. Bai Mo, it's up to you now!"

The dragon slayer's Spirit Origin Spirit Origin torn apart and separated. If it were in Sigurd's hands, even if he fought until he was exhausted and died, he would not be able to scratch even a single scale of the 990,000 defensive dragons.

But in Bai Mo's hands, it would be completely different. Even with the Magnetic Field Power, even if he could easily crush the once powerless Nidhogg, it would still be Nidhogg, still a dragon.

Gram transformed into a streak of light and flew away, while Nidhogg, upon seeing this, sneered inwardly.

Fool! Do you really think your power can influence the course of a battle? How dare a weakling interfere in a fight between supreme beings?

With a single thought, the immense power of 990,000 horses erupted instantly, and that weak thing vanished in an instant... Just as Nidhogg turned its claws toward Bai Mo again, a sudden change occurred.

A streak of light flashed past Bai Mo, its sharp claws piercing through his body, yet he made no attempt to dodge. He could have easily avoided some of the attacks, but he chose to take them all head-on.

A strange sense of unease rose in its heart. Where was the Great Blade Martial God, who had previously leaned towards defense?

The Avici Uninterrupted light grazed Nidhogg's neck, tearing through his protective power. Immediately afterward, a towering figure appeared. It was the Great Blade Martial God, wielding the Mad Giant Shark, a divine weapon whose blade was now covered in a layer of dazzling red crystals.

820,000-horsepower— the Selfless Demon Blade!

With a crack, the crystal shattered and vanished instantly, but at the same time, the blade struck the evil dragon's neck heavily, spurting blood.