The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　Perlis's voice was softer than the rustle of snow on rock.

　"So, your role in this world is... similar to that of Snorri Sturluson? You're going to compile a New Edda for them?"

　"You know Snorri Sturluson, and you know quite a bit about him."

　Poet Edda stood up with a smile, walked to the edge of the stage and sat down.

　He picked up a bottle of ice crystal rice wine and handed it to Perlis:

　"Drink?"

　"I don't drink, have you forgotten?" Perlis frowned.

　“Sometimes it’s better to be a little drunk. It’s easier to see each different world clearly.”

　The poet Edda broke the head of the ice crystal rice and drank the milky liquid in one gulp.

　He exhaled happily, wiped his mouth and said:

　"I can't write the New Edda. The souls of this world are all compiling their own epics. I am just a recorder. I won't distort their stories with my own will."

　"I just realized you were here too, why didn't you say hello to me

　"?" Perlis muttered.

　"You're quite immersed in the story, almost becoming part of it," the poet Edda chuckled. "You see, in this story, those similar names... concepts always follow similar outcomes and play similar roles. Loki is inevitably cunning, and even the slightest grievance will be retaliated. On the other side of the Naihe Bridge is the Three Lives Stone. Even when desecrated, the four sacred archangels have not lost their holy light."

　"What you want to say is that those names themselves represent a kind of destiny?" Perlis said softly.

　"Have you forgotten? We previously concluded that fate doesn't exist. Everything is the result of choice," the poet Ada said with a smile. "As the star angel often said... everything depends on our own efforts."

　“What I’m trying to say is that even with countless different possibilities, the same individuals will always tend to do similar things.”

　"It's all right to say those names symbolize similar fates, but do we really have to be as paranoid as the paranoid person who drew all this?"

　"I'm more inclined to believe that... the owners of these names will all eventually embark on a journey of convergence."

　"But in the end, it's not fate that determines their outcome."

　"It's every choice they make personally."

　""

　Poet Edda said this, stood up, and patted Perlis on the shoulder:

　"So I said, I'm only responsible for taking notes! After all, they are already a group of great heroes!"

　"The Door of Painting will open soon," Perlis's eyes dimmed. "What do you think?"

　"Follow your heart, girl."

　The poet Edda smiled faintly:

　"As the Star Angel said..."

　"It all depends on people."

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Chapter 597: The Great Warship that Destroys a Nation (Part 8) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　"Om..."

　Above the deep blue void, Nagilfar sailed, bathed in the light of dusk.

　Dusk and deep blue intertwine, creating a bizarre and blurry halo.

　"Here we are."

　Nidfila stood up from the throne and walked to the front of the bridge.

　The ancient dragon looked up at the end of the horizon - on the horizon swallowed by the dusk, dark blue blocks were connected together in clusters, like a series of sticky stars.

　"Frozen Garden," Xing Mo whispered, "The border of the Kingdom of God has indeed been sealed."

　She turned and nodded to Loki:

　"Give him the horn."

　"Huh? How did you know Galar was with me?" Loki widened his eyes in surprise.

　"I've seen it." Xing Mo smiled faintly.

　"Oh...yes...you've seen the prophecy..."

　Loki muttered, stretched out his hand, and icy flames exploded, turning into a huge horn.

　Her expression became more dignified, as solemn as a noble dragon, and she walked beside Nidophila.

　"The mother's horn becomes the trumpet that signals the end of the Most High."

　Loki picked up the Galarhorn and handed it to Nidhefera.

　Nidhefila grabbed the horn that Loki was holding with both hands and put it to her lips.

　For the first time, Xingmo saw the Gjallarhorn clearly - a bony horn with the color of dusk, with circles of bone patterns surrounding the horn, outlining patterns like sunset clouds.

　That is a dragon horn. From what Loki said, it is most likely the horn of Hela, the mother of all dragons.

　No wonder even Loki became solemn.

　""

　Nidhefila twisted the horn hard, and runes burst out from the surface of the Galarhorn, and ice-blue flames extended along the horn.

　Then he inhaled sharply—and exhaled sharply—

　"buzz"

　An ancient horn like a dragon's roar spread out, and in an instant, only the horn sounded in the void.

　Xingmo could feel the vibration of the string of truth - something had changed.

　“Click… click…”

　She looked towards the horizon and saw that at the end of the deep blue void, the continuous deep blue gradually spread out and formed a wall under the dusk firelight.

　That is the border of the Kingdom of God.

　The Galarhorn forced the Kingdom of God to reveal its borders.

　Immediately afterwards...

　At the head of the bridge, Vivian took two steps forward, ice-blue flames flowing deep in her eyes.

　She stood against the wind, stretched out her hand to grasp a ball of rainbow light, and established a connection with the string magic circle below.

　She gazed at the horizon and spoke in the majestic dragon language:

　"Bifrost!"

　"buzz"

　The moment the ancient dragon spoke, rainbow-like ripples appeared in the space.

　The air rippled with rainbow colors, and the rainbow stone placed in the center of the Nagilfar Fortress was activated at Long Yan's command.

　A magnificent rainbow bridge burst forth from the skull's mouth—

　"boom----"

　The shaking road to heaven smashed into the other end of the void, connecting the two worlds above the deep blue void.

　It tore through the clouds, tore through space, and crashed directly into the border of the Frozen Garden—

　"boom"

　The sound of shattering resounded, and pale blue cracks spread across the wall of the frozen garden, like a glacier breaking.

　The pale blue light tried to repair it, but the power of the Rainbow Bridge was too strong—

　"Crack!"

　"boom!!!"

　The horizon shattered like glass under the impact of the rainbow's light.

　It was not emptiness, but a magnificent garden - clad in white, pale and cold. The cold wind blew through the frozen flowers and trees, blowing up pieces of crystal flashes as sharp as blades.

　The garden bloomed all over the sky.

　The light of dusk flickered, and in the flickering light, Xingmo saw dense swarms of heavenly soldiers.

　They dotted the sky above the garden, and the setting sun shimmered with their presence, like puppets moving on a stage.

　And within the outline of the garden, majestic figures stood up - they were tall frost giants, and fortress-like buildings were built on their bodies. Enoch's Goblin Legion and Wild Hunt Legion stood in the fortress, waving their weapons at the oncoming Dusk Battleship.

　Right in front of the giants and heavenly soldiers, Xingmo saw four archangels.

　Gabriel, leading the way, looked at Najilfa with a compassionate gaze, with gold and blue flashing in his eyes.

　"The Dragonborn will eventually come in the armor of the dead to challenge the power of heaven." Gabriel's voice was gentle.

　"They have been bewitched by Satan," Michael said.

　"The dusk ship is heading towards the gates of hell." The crimson square creature behind Uriel began to burn.

　"The Holy Spirit will heal their blindness," Raphael whispered.

　"Guard the Garden, in the name of the Son."

　The six wings behind Gabrielle began to burn. She calmly looked at the huge ship that came through the dusk, and at the bridge above the huge skeleton.

　On the bridge, Merlin silently looked at the four figures in the distance.

　Golden branches climbed up the sleeves of his black dress, grew down his arms, and finally formed daggers in his palms.

　"Xiaomo, leave Gabriel to me." He walked to Xingmo's side.

　"Okay." Xingmo nodded.

　"Let's deal with those frost giants!"

　Bahamut jumped off Alofts and immediately transformed into a giant dragon in a vortex of fire.

　A dragon and a giant jumped off Nagilfar together, followed closely by countless fire dragons and giants.

　A blazing flame rose up, and Xingmo saw Alovetes, covered in flames, standing up. The fire dragon's flames made her swell up, and her altitude reached a level almost as high as Nagilfa's bridge.

　The fire giant Aloftes stretched out her hand, and countless fire dragons spewed out flames. The giant's string orchestra played music to gather those flames, forming a huge flaming sword.

　The fire giant swept his giant sword, and the flames spread instantly, burning the mountain-like frost giants and forcing them to slowly retreat. The monsters in the fortress screamed.

　By this time, Najirfa and the Heavenly Soldiers had reached combat distance.

　"Hey, brother," Loki said to Nidophila, "it's time to start."

　"Ah."

　Nidfila raised the Gjallarhorn once more and aimed it at the horizon.

　He played again—

　"Om——"

　"Wow!"

　The deck of Nagirfa unfolded, and the edges of the upper and lower cities expanded to both sides, forming a huge aerial platform.

　Fairies flew out from the interior of Nagirfar in dense groups on their winged beasts, followed closely by the dragons of Mortiheim.

　Then, the mortal python Youmeng Jiade roared out, dived into the sea of ​​clouds below, and suddenly leaped towards the sky—

　"Roar!"

　"I'll go first!" Loki snapped his fingers, and his figure disappeared instantly, then appeared on Youmeng Jiade's back.

　"Big snake, let's tear them apart!"

　As the dragons and goblins of Mortiheim took off, neatly arranged artillery arrays were set up on the platform.

　Lucius held one hand to his forehead to shield himself from the wind, while with the other hand he picked up the radio.

　"Artillery array, prepare--"

　"Fire all bombs!"

　"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"