Hvergelmir Spring
A wound, some blood—the renowned dragon slayer of human history, after exerting all his strength, finally managed to inflict some damage on this evil dragon, even though this damage was merely a thought away from its regenerative abilities.
But under these circumstances, Nidhogg clearly couldn't spare any more ideas.
Alarm bells rang in its mind. As one of the oldest beings in this world, Nidhogg had mastered the fusion of Magecraft and Magnetic Field Power. The magical spell contained in its breath just now was enough to render most spells ineffective.
Logically speaking, it would be impossible for Bai Mo to succeed in protecting it without expending more energy.
But Gram still came to Bai Mo's side, and the fleeting rainbow light clearly indicated that Bai Mo's trump card was not just the Triple War God.
"It really surprises me. You have more secrets than I thought, but what happened after that? Such an attack only happened once. Ha, how pathetic. You used up your historically renowned dragon-slaying feat, and in the end, you only left me with a little blood."
You should know that these things mean nothing to us. But what about them? How much more blood do you need them to shed?
Nidhogg's mocking words rang in Bai Mo's ears, its eyes gleaming with a cunning light as it secretly gathered its power.
Regardless of Sigurd's situation, he had indeed revealed a small vulnerability, a crucial opportunity that Bai Mo would undoubtedly seize.
"Perhaps there will be no shortage, but only in failure will the blood have been shed in vain. I stand here so that the blood shed for you over the countless years will not have been shed in vain."
The person before him answered the evil dragon in a hoarse voice. Nidhogg sensed that the body before him was like a burning ember, slowly turning to ashes while unleashing an incomparably powerful force.
"... Damn it, Surtr is right, you really are insane. What does it matter to you what you do, even if you severely injure me?"
Even if you win, I'll simply leave this place, find another Lostbelt, and settle in another Underworld. But what if you lose? If your life is consumed, even if I have only a sliver of power left, I will kill you completely.
Your soul will forever be with these poor creatures.
Faced with this overwhelming power, Nidhogg let out a chilling laugh, a laugh that mocked his absurd actions. Although the two sides had been fighting for so long, Nidhogg had always retained enough strength to at least leave.
"If you can do it, then give it a try."
The three War God beside him also unleashed tremendous power, as if in ancient times, four powerful beasts were charging towards a colossal monster.
Faced with this situation, Nidhogg revealed a cold smile. At least for now, the strange regenerative power on Bai Mo's body had clearly weakened.
"The moment he attacks is his weakest point, to this extent... Even if he fights with all his might, he can at most severely injure me and his own life force will temporarily decline. But my attack is enough to take his life."
"Ha, this is a game you can't lose."
After fighting for so long, both sides clearly had a clear understanding of the power that the other could unleash, and their incredibly sharp minds calculated and analyzed almost every move of their opponent.
Therefore, the outcome can already be observed the instant this power is displayed.
Let's go!
"Triple War God!"
The Selfless Demon Blade resembled an executioner's guillotine, aimed directly at the wound on Nidhogg's neck; the Orca Tyrant Fist rose into the sky, a giant whale soaring into the air and stirring up a thousand layers of waves; the power of the God-Severing Way raged, like a Great White Shark charging through the ocean following the trail of blood.
And then, right in front of him, under the blinding light of the Avici Uninterrupted, the Sea Tiger Exploding Fist aimed straight at his chest. It was as if four masters were attacking with their strongest power, instantly dissipating eighty years of life force, turning into dazzling flames, bursting with blinding light!
It was incredibly powerful. Even though he had anticipated it, Nidhogg still felt pressured by this terrifying power. Some faint power uncontrollably surfaced on his body.
"Damn it, I was actually forced to defend myself by this power. It was such a thrilling battle, but the outcome won't change."
"Sword of Victory, as destiny itself points, bring me triumph!"
With wings spread, countless souls let out heart-wrenching wails. The power of 990,000 horses concentrated in the tail, and the hard tail opened, revealing a dazzling straight sword that appeared before Nidhogg.
It gripped the sword tightly, and a deep, dark liquid flowed from its teeth, covering the Sword of Victory.
Mimir, Jormungandr below, saw this scene and roared:
"This thing, damn it, this is the Hvergelmir Spring! Nidhogg has merged the entire Hvergelmir Spring into his body? A vicious evil dragon, Jormungandr, why don't you release Surtr and help block it?"
Mimir's heartless words made Jormungandr roll his eyes.
"I really want to throw you out. Surtr is about to explode. If I let go now, we'll probably both die!"
Mimir's words were indeed harsh, but there was nothing he could do about it.
In Northern Europe mythology, there are three vital springs: Well of Urd, guarded by the Three Goddesses of Norn and held by the Aesir Gods, representing Well of Fate; Mimir, guarded by Mimir's Well, representing Well of Wisdom.
There is also the Primordial Well where Nidhogg resides— Hvergelmir Spring, whose waters contain the primordial poison "Eitr," and where Ymir, the progenitor of the giants, was born.
It is considered the origin of all "poisons" in the world, as well as the primordial Chaos force of the birth and destruction of life.
Combining its 990,000 horsepower of Magnetic Field Power with the speed and characteristics of the Sword of Victory, what would this thing be like? Mimir simply couldn't imagine it.
Especially since Bai Mo had already burned away nearly a third of his life.
Just then, a dazzling light rose, like a shooting star. Nidhogg's eyes darted around; it was a golden steed carrying a powerless Valkyrie?
"How absurd! It's a pity I don't have a free hand, otherwise I could crush you like a fly with a flick of my finger!"
The despairing black mist reappeared, this time not as deep as before, but condensed into a giant hand reaching out to grasp Ortlinde. Inside the barrier, Fran clicked his tongue and said, "There's nothing we can do at this level."
Even without using Magnetic Field Power, there's still no need to worry about this guy. The black palm retracted, seemingly calming down, and now it was time to properly deal with the creature before it!
The Sword of Victory aimed straight at Bai Mo's heart, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air. At the same time, the energy within his wings reappeared, and countless figures of the Aesir Gods emerged, attacking in all directions.
Bai Mo's heart stopped beating for a moment, but that didn't matter; it had already organized its power and completed its mission.
The Triple War God, aided by the Asura Reincarnation, seemed to distort everything around them. Life felt an almost suffocating despair at this moment, and even the unconscious Surtr paused for a moment.
Seemingly wondering if he had completed his mission? Had Northern Europe already been destroyed?
A beam of light tore through the sky, shattering the vast heavens. The insignificance of life was laid bare at that moment, the residual force exceeding its capacity to withstand. The only saving grace was that this power shot straight into the heavens, tearing Storm Wall, and all the beings in the other Lostbelt simultaneously felt this terrifying force.