Those time travelers that year

In this situation, if Ciel were to use a larger amount of power, he would only be rejected by the world and kicked out.

Therefore, if Ciel wants to stay in this world a little longer, he needs an ID card to use.

An ID card that allows him to move around in this world legally and legitimately, without being rejected by it.

Before that, when Xia Er had just arrived, he was still racking his brains about how to get this kind of ID card. Then an unexpected thing happened. It seemed that in this world, the gods needed a certain medium to emerge, or perhaps they didn't even need a medium, as long as certain conditions were met.

Then, in Charles's eyes, within the mythological world derived from the myths of his region, a god born from a concept suddenly reached the standard to leap out, and then prepared to leap out. However, just as he was about to leap out, due to his own mythological issues, he inadvertently involved another being, and so the other being also prepared to leap out.

Then, because of the world's rules, Charles immediately learned the origins of the two guys who had suddenly appeared because of him.

Norse mythology

The desolate land, home to the fire giant Surtur, destined to destroy the world.

Asgard, ruled by Odin, the king of the gods who command the Aesir.

Two truly old friends!

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High in the sky, two completely different divine powers began their own clash. These two divine powers were incredibly strong, directly pushing aside the originally raging blizzard. In particular, the scorching divine power that emerged after the inexplicably appearing volcano erupted lava directly evaporated the blizzard above it.

"Odin! Lord of Asgard, King of the Dead, God of War, God of Power, God of Magic... Hahahaha, to my surprise, you dare to face me alone!" This was a voice filled with confidence, arrogance, and destructive intent. As this voice resounded, a violent earthquake began to shake the entire ground. Huge cracks were torn open by the earthquake, each fissure flashing with flames and the stench of sulfur, as if the earthquake were about to rip open the gates of hell.

The aurora borealis appeared in the sky, and a rainbow began to extend from the palace on the World Tree, spanning the sky and the earth. This celestial stairway, which the ancient Vikings had always pursued and longed for, once again stretched from the sky to the earth in this era when the Vikings had long since faded into history.

As a loud horn sounded and the Rainbow Bridge descended, squads of female knights, each riding a winged horse and clad in exquisite armor, rode across the Rainbow Bridge.

Seeing this, Liliana and Erica were completely stunned.

"Valkyrie!" If they could, both Liliana and Erica felt an urge to cry. The female knight riding a winged horse across the rainbow bridge, clad in exquisite armor and radiating heroic spirit, was the Valkyrie from Norse mythology, the one who guides the fallen to Valhalla. And while the Valkyries were merely subordinate deities to the Norse gods, each one possessed a magical power no less than, and perhaps even greater than, that of Liliana and Erica.

The Valkyrie army about to set foot on the land above possessed at least the peak power of a Grand Knight. Their numbers numbered in the thousands; this army alone, without the Demon King's intervention, would be enough to flatten the entire continent of Europe.

However, the two girls soon learned that these thousands of Valkyries were nothing. They were merely a prelude. As the last Valkyrie rode her winged horse off the Rainbow Bridge, and thousands of Valkyries soared through the sky, an even louder horn call once again resounded from the Rainbow Bridge, echoing through the heavens.

This time, however, even more figures appeared on the Rainbow Bridge—an endless array of ancient Norse berserkers. Each one wore a helmet with ram's horns and wielded a greatsword, battle axe, or sword and shield. They formed a dense yet perfectly orderly line across the Rainbow Bridge.

The number of these berserkers is at least tens of thousands.

“Every single one of them is a Great Knight!” Watching this scene, Erica broke out in a cold sweat, fear gripping her heart and making her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave. She was also a Great Knight, having reached the pinnacle of the ordinary mage world at a young age. Her uncle, who had once repelled a divine beast, was a master of magic.

She was indeed a chosen one of heaven. In Europe, aside from the three demon kings who slew gods, the only ones who could rival her were the other great knights. And how many great knights were there in Europe? Although there was no exact number, it certainly didn't exceed a thousand.

However, what appeared before her now was merely a soldier, or rather, 'cannon fodder'!

Faced with this massive army, let alone their hundred or so dispatched personnel, even if they brought over the entire European magic world, it would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—utterly futile and incapable of even making a ripple.

"...How is this possible? This is too exaggerated!" This isn't the first time a disobedient god has descended. If every disobedient god's descent could create such a spectacle, then how exactly do those demon lords who slay gods manage to kill them amidst thousands of troops? In short, Erica used to harbor the idea that she too could become a god-slayer, but after witnessing this scene, she understood that she was nothing at all, not even an ant before the gods. Let alone defeating these gods and achieving subjugation.

"No, no, he's only just arrived!" Liliana suddenly exclaimed, her voice filled with fear and despair.

You're only arriving now!?

Erica was stunned for a moment, and then she saw a tall steed carrying a person in a holy white light, parting the army of berserker spirits and walking to the front of the Rainbow Bridge.

Boom!

At that moment, lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky, the blizzard was ripped away, and in its place came howling winds and torrential rain.

In Northern Europe, people believed that storms were caused by the galloping of a horse named Sleipnir. And now, before Liliana and Erica's eyes, this legend had come true.

At the very front of the Rainbow Bridge stood a magnificent eight-legged steed, its mane as white as snow. It was clad in heavy armor inlaid with metallic patterns, its white coat shimmering like crystal. Each neigh of the steed brought with it a resounding roar of wind and rain.

But the person it carries on its back is the focus at this moment.

An old man, probably in his fifties or sixties, was tall and imposing. Though he had lost an eye and wore an eyepatch, his presence from afar exuded an abyss-like majesty. He wore a dark gray cloak trimmed with shimmering stars, and a wide-brimmed hat as blue as the clear sky, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun. His single, deep-set eye seemed to pierce the mystery of life and death. In his hand he held a spear—Gungnir—forged from a branch of the World Tree, Yggdrasil.

“O... Odin…” When they saw this god riding out on his mythical mount, Liliana and Erica stared blankly, their eyes slowly fading, their consciousness being pulled by a bottomless vortex.

"Hey!" Just then, the boy's voice rang out, and Liliana and Erica, who had been slowly losing consciousness, were suddenly startled and woke up.

"Huff, huff, huff... What is this?!" The two girls, jolted awake, were pale and weak, as if death had just brushed past them. Of course, it really had just brushed past them.

“It’s…it’s Odin…” Liliana’s face was ashen, her once dashing figure completely gone, replaced by a desperate girl. “In Norse mythology, Odin is the King of the Dead. It is said that in Norse mythology, storms are considered Odin’s voyages, and those who die in storms are taken away by Odin because they collided with his chariot…”

"No, I can't look at that person, or I'll die..."

Even a glance could take life; knowing this, Erica's face turned deathly pale. "Oh no! Uncle..." At that moment, Erica suddenly remembered that her uncle seemed unaware of the descending god; if he looked directly at him...

Thinking of this, Erica suppressed her fear, stood up tremblingly, and prepared to leave.

Still a two-in-one

453. Battlefield

Just as she was about to walk, Erica's legs gave way and she lurched forward. If Liliana hadn't reached out to support her, Erica would have fallen to the ground.

"Erica!" Liliana cried out, "You just lost a lot of magical power and physical strength, you can't go now..."

"Lily, let me go!" Erica cried out. "Uncle, Uncle Paul doesn't know yet..."

“But look at you.” Looking directly at the Lord of Asgard, both Liliana and Erica had been stripped of a significant amount of magical power and physical strength. They probably couldn't even defeat a reasonably strong ordinary person now, let alone…

"Little girl!" Just then, the boy approached the two girls, scrutinizing them with great interest as they had been nearly rendered powerless by the backlash from staring directly at Odin. He said, "...The Uncle Paul you're talking about, is he the guy with, well, a lot of people with him...?"

"If that's the case, then there's no need to worry."

"It looks like over there..." the boy pointed, "there's a group of arrogant fools who looked straight at Odin and a third of them died... The rest are being led to evacuate by a man who looks almost forty!"

"How...how did you know?"

“I saw it!” the boy replied with a shrug.

You saw it?! How did you see it?!

The boy's answer puzzled Liliana and Erica.

"It's just that their retreat direction wasn't ideal!" the boy sighed. "They were so close to getting out of the battlefield..."

"What did you say?"

"You already know why Odin came out and summoned a huge army?" the boy said meaningfully. "...Don't forget, in Norse mythology, when did Odin gather the army of Asgard, the Valkyries soar through the sky, and the heroic warriors first step out from the banquet table and training grounds onto the battlefield?"

“Ragnarok…” Liliana blurted out, then her face stiffened. “…The other one who came was…”

"Surth, the ruler of the land of fire and desolation, the king of fire giants destined to bring Asgard and nine world apocalypses!" the boy said, turning his gaze in another direction. "...Unfortunately, the uncle this blonde girl mentioned was unlucky enough to not escape the battlefield. When Surth attacked Asgard, he wasn't alone, but with an entire army of giants!"

"So you guys are really unlucky! This isn't just one or two gods jumping out to cause trouble; it's two gods forming a gang and coming to the mortal realm to fight! Hahahaha..."

……

Regardless of the expressions on Liliana and Erica's faces, reality doesn't unfold according to the will of these mortals. The dispatched personnel, comprised of the elite of European magic societies, were unfortunately drawn into a war that shouldn't exist in the real world.

On the Rainbow Bridge, Odin stood at the forefront, behind him a vast horde of heroic warriors. Each one was an incredibly powerful and fearless berserker, each possessing the strength of a Grand Knight in the modern world of magic. Yet, in this battle, they might very well be nothing more than cannon fodder.

In the sky, the Valkyries rode on their horses, awaiting their king's signal to launch an attack.

At the same time, the earthquake finally tore the earth apart, and a huge canyon was born with a sea of ​​erupting lava and fire. In the flames, countless huge figures were rising from the ground—the giant race.

In this modern world, mythical creatures like giants have long been extinct. However, the ruler of the desolate kingdom, through his divine power, forcibly summoned the giant army from the mythical world, which was about to invade Asgard, into the mortal realm.

"Answer me, Odin!" The booming voice rang out once more, bringing the greeting of the King of Fire Giants, "...Do you really think that by starting a war in Midgard, you can avert the inevitable tragedy of Asgard!?"

"Surth!" At this moment, Odin, the king of the gods, speaking from the front lines of the heroic army, declared, "A true warrior never shies away from a glorious battle! But..."

"Lord of the Wasteland, you were the first to descend upon Midgar. It was you who initiated the declaration of war!"

"So what if it is? Hahahaha!!" A wild laugh rang out as the King of Fire Giants roared, "Although I don't know why I can descend upon Midgar so easily now... but since I can descend, it means—Ragnarok has arrived!"

"The previous blizzard marked the winter of Fimbulwinter. And now, let me unleash Ragnarok... Giants of the Land of Fire! March upon Asgard and end it all!"

Roar! A deafening roar shook the heavens. On the earth, amidst the surging flames and lava, giants, each at least several meters tall, their bodies engulfed in raging flames, roared as they charged toward the direction where the rainbow bridge descended to the ground.

Similarly, seeing the giant army, its flames blotting out the sky, marching towards the Rainbow Bridge, Odin, at the very front of the bridge, gripped Gungnir and pointed downwards. Behind him, the heroic warriors roared in battle, leaping over Odin and descending the Rainbow Bridge in a fearless charge against the giant army.

Above, the Valkyries, riding winged horses, drew their bows and aimed at the giant army, unleashing beams of arrows. The arrows struck, creating violent explosions that tore apart the giants' bodies, as if a massive bombing had been launched.

Of course, after being bombarded by the Valkyrie's magical arrows, the giants retaliated. They used fire as weapons and hurled them into the sky. In an instant, flames, arrows, battle cries, roars... and even more intense close combat. Giants fell beneath the weapons of the heroic warriors, and the heroic warriors were smashed to pieces by the fire giants. The fiercely clashing battlefield spread outwards in an instant.

But this was not the end. On the Rainbow Bridge, more heroic warriors emerged from Asgard one after another, descending the bridge. On the other side, similarly, fire giants stepped out of the sea of ​​lava, joining the fierce battle.

Undoubtedly, this war will last a long time, and may even engulf all of Norway—no, if the war continues to expand—more Norse gods will likely meet the conditions for their descent. If this war truly evolves into the Ragnarok battle of mythology, then Europe will probably be engulfed in flames.

However, no one was able to stop it all.

This left Paul Brantley feeling extremely bitter. He hadn't expected this to happen so soon after contacting the Council of Sages of Greenwich. Two heretical gods had descended with their armies and immediately started a war. Tragically, they were caught in the crossfire.

Yes, it has an impact.

They were on the edge of the battlefield, but in front of them were a large group of heroic warriors wielding war cries and axes, while behind them a huge group of giants thunderously trampled the earth, instantly encircling them.

454. Heading to the battlefield

If they hadn't inadvertently looked directly at Odin beforehand, resulting in the loss of a third of their team, their situation might be better now. But reality doesn't allow for "what ifs." Even though they were only on the edge of the battlefield, they still faced attacks from the heroic warriors and giants, or rather, they were caught up in them.

The berserkers, in their frenzy, didn't care whether the group was enemy or not. Anyone not friendly, anyone standing in their way, was attacked with weapons in hand. The giants were even simpler; anything that could move was to be smashed to pieces.

Fortunately, there were quite a few high knights in the group. With the help of magicians and witches, and through magic and rituals, they were able to hold on for a while and manage to escape the battlefield with difficulty…

Now, as Paul Brantley directed his men to disengage from the battlefield, he couldn't help but worry about his niece, who was still missing, and the girl from the Bronze Black Cross. The two newly promoted Grand Knights were far too vulnerable on this battlefield; even he was barely managing to survive with his men. What would happen if those two isolated girls were caught up in it?

Unfortunately, now is not the time to think about these things.

The only option now is to escape with as many people as possible. This is no small matter; even a single god-slayer might not be able to withstand it. It would probably require the three demon kings of Europe to join forces to resist the two disobedient gods who have come with their armies.

If this war were to escalate and bring down even more Norse gods, even if all the god-slayers in the world were to be summoned, it would likely be to no avail, and the entire continent of Europe would be engulfed in flames of war.

After slashing down a berserker with a bloodthirsty rage, Paul could only pray that his niece and the girl with the bronze black cross would be lucky enough to escape the battlefield, and that the Greenwich Sages Council would be able to contact the three demon kings in Europe, who had disappeared to some unknown corner of the world, as soon as possible.

……

At this moment, Erica and Liliana, who were being worried about by Paul Brantelli, were following the boy they had only recently met across the battlefield, looking completely bewildered and stunned.

Yes, across the battlefield. Paul's prayers were in vain; more and more heroic warriors and giants eventually dragged Erica and Liliana into the war. Unfortunately, before the howling berserkers and giants could even go berserk, a twilight-colored flame ignited in the boy's hand. Then, the flame expanded, and a group of dozens of knights appeared within it.

Then those heroic warriors and giants were torn to shreds by the ensuing torrent of steel.

These knights, wearing peculiar triangular helmets, wielding greatswords and daggers, and dressed in tattered cloaks and filthy armor, looking more like defeated soldiers, slashed these heroic warriors and giants, each a great knight, into pieces with ease.

This was precisely the situation that left Erica and Liliana completely bewildered. When did the Great Knights become such useless trash?! These were soldiers descended from Norse mythology, warriors who participated in Ragnarok, the day of the gods' resurrection. Whether they were fire giants or warriors of Valhalla, they were all battle-hardened veterans. Any one of them alone would be enough to give a human Great Knight of the same rank a headache.

But what's going on here?