Old days in the box

Chapter 525 The Rulers Gradually Awaken
In Zhou Xiao's plan, increasing the number of Magic Network users is only the first step, and improving the value of Magic Network is the important second step.

The magic network gathers all things in the world, arranges rules and shapes order for them. From mortals to chosen gods to gods, everyone should have their place on this map, forming a pyramid of magic from bottom to top.

In the past few decades, the part belonging to mortals had already been handled by Hela, and the next part concerning the chosen gods and the gods was naturally completed by Zhou Xiaolai himself.

As long as the gods move into the magic network, Zhou Xiao is confident that he can keep them all and no one will be able to escape.

As for the Heart of the Gods borrowed from Sif, it has a more important function.

In today's Yggdrasil universe, the revival of all magic stems from the fall of authority, and each type or several types of authority correspond to a certain major category of magic.

In other words, if the information of a certain authority can be intercepted in advance, the magic network can simulate the corresponding type of magic in advance and upload it to the magic network before the occult system.

In Sif's Heart of the Gods, there are at least a series of fragments of authority, including her own "harvest", the "hunting" of Uller, the god of winter, the "fertility" of Frey, the "fertility" of Victoria, the goddess of fertility, and Gulveig's "law", etc.

The rich authority information contained in it alone is enough for the Magic Network to develop a series of exclusive spell types.

"Sharon, the matters concerning the Heart of the Gods are now left to you." Zhou Xiao continued speaking to the screen.

In those endlessly interwoven silk threads, the originally chaotic waves of light instantly became unified, using the threads as surfaces to piece together a huge and familiar face.

The incarnation of the web, Sharon, the spirit of the magic web.

After the separation of powers from Hela, she naturally integrated into the entire magic network as a digital life, became an omnipresent incarnation, and took on the responsibility of the external expansion of the entire network.

"I have begun programming new types of spells, and I expect to complete the upload within the next thirty-five solar periods." Sharon's face replied on the plane covered with countless silk threads.

"Also, inform Freya and Tyne's fleets that our next target will be Vanaheim's core battle line."

"As ordered."

Massive amounts of information travel across dimensions along the magic network, bringing different commands to different ships and arriving in the minds of different commanders and soldiers.

The two Atrium fleets located in different star fields of Vanaheim began to change their routes almost at the same time, heading towards the front line of the fierce battle between the Divine Realm and the Old Gods.

In these fleets, in addition to Freya and Tyne, who were known as the God-chosen Champions, there were also three Old Ones who set out on the ships.

Ghatanothoa and Itakua were the two new Primarchs who awakened within ten years of Nodens.

As the glory of the Midgard, they followed their mothers and fathers into battle soon after they awakened. Over the past few decades, they have traveled to various fringe star systems of Vanaheim and quickly grown into strong and experienced warriors.

The life of the Dominant Primarch is destined to be extraordinary. Behind that powerful talent lies premature maturity and excessive responsibility. Every Primarch is unable to have the concept of childhood since birth. This is the mark of this era.

But the Old Man remained silent. He just sat quietly on his throne and continued to focus his gaze on the almost boundless starry sky.

...Vanaheim, a planet in the Outer Rim Galaxy.

Descending along the cloud layer, the surface of the planet was covered by a dark cold wave. The warships in the atrium flew around in the low sky, and the sounds of explosions and vibrations came one after another.

This is one of the battlefields between the stars, one of the worlds severely invaded by the cold wave. Countless frost giants continue to pour out from those cold wave cracks, waving primitive blades with red eyes, and making painful screams as if they were being cut into pieces.

——They are all giants born from Jotunheim, brand new individuals transformed by Madame Venom’s vicious experiments.

Ever since the Giant King Gaul became Odin's prisoner, the Asgard has taken over Jotunheim and become the actual ruler of almost all frost giants and mountain giants.

They allowed Madam Venom to experiment on these giants, implanting the symbiote in their brains to achieve complete control, but at the same time they were conscious enough to feel all the pain they suffered.

Inhumane genetic experiments have created the perfect "villain" in the divine realm for hundreds of years.

On this planet that was almost completely destroyed by the cold wave, the army of Midgard is trying its best to save the situation and protect the only remaining tribe in the area to retreat to a safe place.

Countless teams of deep divers and shark warriors were spread across every corner of the mountains, steadily advancing their retreat.

In front of them are endless frost giants, and behind them are less than 10,000 local refugees. If they are not careful, the only indigenous civilization on this planet will be completely wiped out.

But their hearts were as solid as rocks, and they were not afraid of the endless ugly giants before them - because fighting shoulder to shoulder with them were two noble rulers, the Primarchs.

boom!
A huge explosion was heard from the left wing of the battle line. A tall and thin man holding two balls of fire rushed towards the crowd of giants. The flames instantly expanded into pale blue flames, burning a large number of giants into half-charred corpses.

He turned around with the remaining flames, and a pair of powerful bat wings on his back carried him forward into the air. Behind him followed a group of elite blood knights, all chanting spiritual words and summoning two-ring fireballs to bombard the front together.

There was another roar of fire, and all the frost giants within the affected area melted into light blue powder, leaving only the man who emerged from the flames, his body completely unharmed.

One of the Old Ones who have awakened in the past decade, Itakuya is from the Taiin bloodline.

He has a naturally mature face, exceptionally slender limbs and body, and is not protected by heavy armor. It would be more appropriate to say that he is more like a wizard than a warrior.

"Where's that kid? I won't forgive him if he dares to slow down my progress again!" Itakuya looked back fiercely and screamed loudly.

The information of the magic network was transmitted quickly through the invisible channel, across tens of thousands of teams on the battlefield. A frosty shadow suddenly passed over his head and chased after the retreating refugees behind him.

Itakuya made an irritated sound, impatiently stretched out his hand to knock down the frost, and ordered his bloody knights to fill the gap in the defense line.

At this moment, another loud noise finally came from the crowd, as if an equal violence was breaking out from there.

(End of this chapter)