Old days in the box

Chapter 545 I want to talk to you!

Niflheim, the land of extreme cold and fog.

As two primordial worlds that existed before creation, Niflheim is a country shrouded in dense fog and extreme cold year-round, forming a mirror image of Muspelheim, the land of fire. And in the middle of this interplay of ice and fire lies the primordial chasm of Kinlunga.

In Norse mythology, this is a world even deeper than the underworld, a place even the dead cannot enter.

Avoiding the ice crystals and snowstorms, Yuan Wuyou and his group walked with difficulty across the endless snowfield, trying to find the right direction in this gray world.

"This place is truly awful. No wonder even the army of the Divine Realm refuses to invade here." Yuan Wuyou walked through the snow, his feet sinking deep into the ground, and looked up at this world where it was always snowing.

“Chosen Champion, are you alright?” Jormungandr, who was clearing the way for her, turned around and asked.

"I'm fine. I just suddenly realized why our master specifically summoned us back from the land of dwarfs to be in charge of this mission."

Steam rose from Yuan Wuyou's body as the "Sun" authority within her body radiated light and heat to resist the surrounding cold. In addition to her, the Sunfire Shields in the hands of the Fusion Warriors were also burning fiercely, with the scorching Heart Steel thumping in their chests.

Apart from them, no other army could possibly stay in such an environment for long.

An unusually cold permeated every inch of this space, but even more deadly was the deadly poison in the air, a highly concentrated clump of void that had a strong corrosive effect on solid life. If it weren't for the fusion warrior's magically modified body, ordinary life forms would not be able to get close to this place at all.

Their steps led them toward the glacier, and as the believers explored, the map and terrain gradually unfolded on Zhou Xiao's screen.

"On your left."

A resounding divine guidance came from behind them, leading them in the right direction from a higher dimension.

In this vast expanse of snow-covered glaciers, this was the only motivation that kept them going. After countless turns and crossings of mountains, they finally reached the end of the glacier.

A huge cliff opening, like standing in front of a volcanic crater thousands of feet deep, revealed an almost boundless spring opening before them.

"The primordial spring of Hvagmir, this is where you will find Nidhogg."

Following the direction of the divine guidance, everyone saw the huge, surging spring. Unlike the Urd Spring or the Spring of Wisdom, which symbolizes "destiny," Hvaghmir is the origin of the world. It was only after the twelve void glaciers that flowed from here intertwined and collided with the fiery heat of the Land of Fire on the other side that Ymir, the progenitor of the giants, was born.

“That is the root of the world!” Yuan Wuyou was awestruck by the magnificent miracle before him and pointed to the deepest part of the churning spring.

There, roots as thick as mountains abruptly extend from the void, reaching all the way to the deepest part of the spring, writhing and swaying as if they were alive, which was extremely terrifying.

That was their destination, one of the roots of the World Tree Yggdrasil.

"My lord, how should we proceed?"

As soon as she finished speaking, waves of divine power swept away from them and enveloped the surroundings.

In just a few seconds, they were instantly "cut" away from the edge of the spring and "attached" back to the vicinity of the pool where the roots were; at the same time, a winding bridge appeared out of thin air beneath their feet, supporting them as they walked to the bottom of the spring's source.

The power of the past silently materialized into reality, and Yuan Wuyou stopped asking questions and continued walking towards the bottom of the enormous spring. On the surface of the spring, which was formed from the condensation of the void, roots as large as mountains throbbed heavily, as if the heavens were changing between day and night.

And within these thick roots, Yuan Wuyou finally saw the situation at the bottom of the tree roots.

Just as the prophecy foretold, the depths of this tree root were teeming with countless venomous snakes, densely packed together, gnawing at the very foundation of the world!
Everyone was startled by the horrific sight before them, and even Jormungandr, who was born a god, couldn't help but hold his breath.

This place was completely different from the surface of the spring. Countless venomous snakes crawled in the dark depths of the spring, covering the surface of the boundless tree roots like scales, and emitted a series of chilling hisses.

The poison gas also reached its highest concentration here, causing the steel hearts of the fusion warriors to throb violently.

"The prophecy of the end times... it's actually true." Jormungandr looked up at the terrifying scene.

For most of his life, he was regarded by the beings of the Nine Realms as a calamity that would destroy the world, an enemy of the gods. Odin had already pronounced his sins at the time of his birth. Everyone knew about the prophecy of Ragnarok, but he never expected that the prophecy would actually come true.

Nidhogg, the black dragon, dwells deep within the World Tree, gnawing at the foundations of the world alongside countless venomous snakes, until Ragnarok arrives, when he will finally hollow out the roots of the entire world, laden with corpses, and fly towards the battlefield of the gods and giants.

And now, this black dragon is right before our eyes.

An immense sense of oppression emanated from behind Him and the others, as if endless darkness was shrouding the heavens and the earth. Jormungandr turned around and saw the owner of this dark figure heading straight for them, baring his fangs and brandishing his claws.

Nidhogg, the black dragon that symbolizes despair.

Its size was comparable to that of the mortal serpent. Half of its dark body was submerged at the bottom of the Hvagmir Spring, while the other half clung to the roots of the World Tree, staring at them, these intruders.

"You've come to the wrong place, delicious dinners." A huge and greedy voice rang out from in front of them, accompanied by a deep dragon roar.

“We’re just here to express our willingness to talk.” Yuan Wuyou looked directly at the black dragon in front of him without any fear.

“I never talk to dinner.” The black dragon gave a sinister laugh.

"You've got it wrong, we're not the ones who want to talk to you."

As soon as Yuan Wuyou finished speaking, an even greater pressure rose from behind them, passing over the black dragon's head and enveloping the entire Hevagmir Spring.

This overwhelming pressure instantly crushed the black dragon's majesty, just as the black dragon appeared insignificant in the face of these tiny intruders.

Nidhogg then realized that this group of people were just guides, and that someone else had actually broken in.

The boundless past casts a glance from beyond the starry sky, as if an unparalleled pressure were descending from above:

“Nidhogg the Black Dragon, I want to have a word with you.”

(End of this chapter)