The Fall

What was Nidhogg's final fate in the predetermined destiny of Ragnarok? No one knows in the legends. Almost all the gods perished in the battle, and only two humans survived. Naturally, they had no power to search for the black dragon's whereabouts.

But in the end, it fell. When Surtr purified the entire world and completed his duty, he was like a flame that had burned out its fuel, inevitably fading away.

On this Daichi where everything is in ruins and waiting to be rebuilt, once the disaster has subsided and life has weathered the Gale, it will be reborn. At that time, the seed called hope will sprout from the soil.

The evil dragon, symbolizing despair, will never be able to fly again.

When life emerges from the despairing black mist of Nidhogg on its own, just as it is about to fall, even the faintest light can dispel the darkness.

The Valkyrie's soaring figure was reflected in everyone's eyes. Watching the ever-approaching light, Nidhogg felt as if he had witnessed the most disgusting and unacceptable thing in his life.

Even having reached this level of power, the nausea it felt deep inside was still unbearable. Ortlinde raised the pseudo-divine declaration in her hand, which transformed into a spear in mid-air and thrust it forward.

Guided by Runes, the golden spear of light flew rapidly into the distance, pointing directly at the evil dragon before them.

"Roar!"

The gaping maw opened wide, the sonic boom almost distorting the air itself, and with a crack, the pseudo-god's declaration shattered instantly. Gullfaxi's all-out defense was torn to shreds by this overwhelming power.

The magnificent horse's hoof broke off, its golden fur splattering like a shattered watermelon, blood gushing out. Its rider, too, was nearly skinned alive by the blow, covered in blood.

"It takes guts for someone without strength to do this. It's a pity that if I were powerless, you would have actually succeeded. It's terrifying. I never thought that at such a critical moment, the one who would instill fear in me would be a Valkyrie like you."

Your courage is commendable, but that's all. Feel the difference, and then die content.

As Nidhogg spoke, he reorganized his forces. After such a long and intense battle, he needed time to recover. But the fatal flaw was that his true enemy had already gained that time.

Seeing Ortlinde's smile, it knew it no longer had time to kill her.

The waves surged, and a Killer Whale slammed straight into Nidhogg's head, the hard skull cracking with a snap. The remaining power that had just erupted was completely absorbed by the Ryougi Lataib.

The Limitless Tremor Zen struck heavily on its head, and Nidhogg could no longer muster its power. With a beam of light, the Sword of Sword of Victory emerged from its tail and cleaved Bai Mo in two at the waist.

"We need to keep our distance; we can't afford to make any more attacks that give him an opening."

It soared high on its wings, trying to maintain a safe distance from Bai Mo; in the current situation, fighting was too dangerous. But this time, its wings felt incredibly heavy, as if they were weighed down by a thousand peaks.

A familiar feeling surged up again, this time almost throwing its thoughts into disarray.

Ortlinde never fell, and even though Gullfaxi was no longer able to fight, as Valkyrie, she still possessed the ability to fly.

She still didn't fall, though a deadly pain shot through her heart and lungs, and blood clots blocked her throat, making it impossible to breathe. Even her gun was broken, but she didn't choose to retreat, charging towards the evil dragon.

"Just... fall down!"

Bai Mo was falling, but the power within him was constantly concentrating. He closed his eyes, and in his mind, using the Partitioning Thought method given to him by Sion, he activated the Triple War God in this completely new way.

Although it cannot separate multiple personalities and feelings, one can feel its profound mystery by using this technique. And if it is only for unleashing a single strike, it is sufficient.

Nidhogg's eyes trembled, and it breathed heavily. "Stay calm," it silently chanted, analyzing the situation. Under the influence of this strange entity, it might soon find it unable to fly.

Both sides were exhausted, and that guy definitely still had the strength to strike. Therefore, Bai Mo would definitely seize the moment when he killed the Valkyrie in front of him and deliver a full-force blow to him.

"Very well, I've figured it out. Although flying is difficult, I can still glide using my wings. That Valkyrie has reached his limit, and he's out of guns. As long as I get a brief respite, victory will still be mine!"

Nidhogg channeled a wisp of magic, spreading its wings, wanting to distance itself from the Valkyrie, a tiny bird that held the hopes of all of Scandinavia, a place watched by all of Northern Europe.

Watching Nidhogg recede into the distance, seemingly struggling to catch his breath, Ortlinde felt she was nearing her limit. Having withstood Nidhogg's attack, even though he was exhausted, it was a miracle that Gullfaxi was still alive.

Therefore, as long as she is conscious, she must grit her teeth and persevere.

She watched Nidhogg glide away, her eyes filled with resentment. For a moment, she seemed to forget that her gun had vanished. Perhaps due to blood loss, she reached out, but could only grasp at air.

At that moment, a sudden change occurred. Surtr, who had been frozen in place by Jormungandr, experienced a sudden shift in power, as if solidified magma had erupted once more. With a tearing sound, a ferocious wolf head burst forth from Surtr's left side, causing Surtr power to completely spiral out of control.

But before the devastating explosion that engulfed Northern Europe, a golden light shot out from Surtr's body. Ortlinde sensed the Runes's response; without turning around, she thought perhaps one of her sisters had successfully delivered the weapon.

Silently reciting the Runes she had obtained from the Well of Wisdom, golden light pierced through the sound waves and reached her hand.

With a resounding clang, the metal gave off a steady echo. This was not a spear made of light like the pseudo-divine declaration, but a long spear of cyan and gold. The shaft of the World Tree spear was covered with Runes, and the tip of the spear shone with a brilliant light.

The Runes bestowed by the Well of Wisdom are of the same Runes as it. At this moment, the spear sensed the call, responded to the call, and came to the battlefield.

Throughout Northern Europe, all living beings watching this battlefield looked up, all eyes fixed on that gun. Points of light converged upon it, and then, Ortlinde gritted her teeth, using her last strength to give the gun in her hand a command.

"Pierce it!"

Gungnir erupted with unimaginable intensity, transforming into a shooting star as it hurtled toward Nidhogg.

Once thrown, it will never miss.

Nidhogg's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints. It clenched its teeth; dodging was futile. The Magnetic Field Power, like a sharp claw, tried to stop the spear, but how could Odin's artifact remain untouched by the influence of Magnetic Field Power?

Now, its power is truly exhausted.

The spear tip pierced its body, and this small wound brought it excruciating pain, but the good news was that its strength had grown, and it managed to hold on.

Below, Bai Mo, who was falling, took a deep breath. A dazzling demonic sword appeared beside him, radiating an iridescent glow. It was not grasped, but automatically swung in the air, casting an iridescent light.

The sky seemed to be distorted, as if Arcueid had used Event Storage else, Bai Mo's figure rushed towards Nidhogg at lightning speed, completely unstoppable.

When the Gram thrown by Sigurd was not destroyed but suddenly appeared in the hands of the Great Blade Martial God, Bai Mo had briefly used its power. Now, at the final moment of the battle, there was naturally no need to hold back.

The sword light from the Real of the World distorted the world before him like a painting, vividly pulling at the phenomena in this space, bringing Bai Mo to Nidhogg's side in an instant.

Jormungandr below shouted, and after throwing Gungnir, Surtr's soul seemed to gain the upper hand, unleashing increasingly stronger power.

"Damn it, I can't hold on any longer!"