Even Iris was able to be reborn quickly in Asgard thanks to Faiala's power... otherwise it would be a lot of trouble to resurrect her.

"No, we're just bringing our conflict to the surface while controlling its intensity." Rainbow said through gritted teeth, "We'll make enemies in Asgard, then we'll ignore them for a while... Once our Lord has forgotten about these uninvited guests, we'll be able to retaliate in a justifiable manner.

"I suggest using [Ascension]!"

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“They’re coming! They’re coming!”

Of course, Asgard's Rainbow Bridge is indeed where the heroes' main force is stationed.

However, the Rainbow Bridge is indeed too wide, and it is far more difficult to block it than an ordinary lottery pool.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Emilia did not prepare a strict blockade for this entrance - and it was impossible to block it at all.

The Berserkers among the Heroic Spirits are the group that Emia is most helpless against. Although Emia is good at creating things, when faced with a madman who doesn't even care about the Moonlight Sword and armor, she can only use her last trick.

Fortunately, they still like this weapon.

They weren't so much unruly as completely insane, so they weren't even qualified to set up an ambush in the forest.

After confirming that shadowy figures began to appear on the Rainbow Bridge, the Heroic Berserkers standing on the Rainbow Bridge let out a deafening roar, their faces flushed and foaming at the mouth.

As they charged across the Rainbow Bridge, they lit the fuses on the balls in their hands and tucked them around their waists.

"Always keep my Lord in your heart, and do not be afraid of the enemy's overwhelming tide! Charge!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

46 The forest here is quiet (Part 3)

The gate of Asgard, the end of the Rainbow Bridge, the thickest branch of Yggdrasil.

All these words represent that this is one of Asgard's largest and most important entrances and exits to the outside world.

However, the Wild Hunt didn’t like this entrance and exit in the past—there was no shortage of Heroic Spirits, so this entrance was often crowded with Heroic Spirits.

If the main force enters or exits from here, they will inevitably be involved in a fight with the heroic spirits - if the elite heroic spirits happened to be lined up on the Rainbow Bridge during the upgrade battle, the casualties would be an even more shocking number.

However, this is also the entrance that is easiest to break through.

This place is too wide, and it is difficult for the heroic spirits who can only use their legs and hands to completely block the Wild Hunt.

As long as a large number of troops are mobilized at once, breaking through the blockade is only a matter of time.

Moreover, once the blockade is broken, the Wild Hunt, having regained its mobility, will in turn disrupt the entire pocket formation.

—To block the entire Rainbow Bridge, the Heroic Spirits would have to deploy a massive force. If the blockade failed, the Heroic Spirits could be considered doomed.

Teams of Wild Hunt came from all directions along the branches of Yggdrasil, and rows of Frost Knights flashing with cold light began to gather in front of the Rainbow Bridge.

The Wild Hunt began to return to their most familiar organization - teams of 100 people, with a distance of more than ten meters between each team.

A chilling cold air surged out from under the helmets, and while the Wild Hunt were reorganizing their formation, thin layers of white frost had already fallen under the horses' hooves.

The horns blew, and row after row of wild hunting divine horses began to march forward.

The crisp sound of horse hooves sometimes grew stronger and sometimes weaker—the Wild Hunt army at the front began to gallop across the sky. Their colleagues behind them drove their horses to speed up.

The Rainbow Bridge is already blocked by the Wild Hunt army. If the first wave of attack fails, it will take an extremely long time to reorganize the formation.

This battle has already wasted too much time waiting and reorganizing the army. They can't delay it any longer!

Thousands of Wild Hunt riders passed through the magnificent gates of Asgard like an impenetrable wall, stepped onto Heimdall's rainbow bridge, and sang the battle song of the Asgardian dead:

"Always keep my Lord in my heart, and military orders in my ears."

“Do not fear the enemy’s surging tide, do not fear the enemy’s roar like thunder.”

"Ride like a wall, spear like a forest; attack like thunder, move like the wind; body like steel, heart like ice!"

By the way, those unscrupulous lunatics from Yingling deleted most of this military song, leaving only the one sentence they liked.

"Always keep my Lord in your heart, and do not be afraid of the surging tide of enemies—!"

And it was just as the Wild Hunt expected—as soon as they entered the Rainbow Bridge, they heard the battle cry of the heroes among the heroes.

The Berserkers were lurking near the gate. The moment the Wild Hunt stepped into Asgard, the Berserkers roared and took steps forward. Their furious, red bodies were exposed to the air, raging like a raging wildfire.

There were even some sparks in their hands.

The Wild Hunt's thousand-man vanguard has no right to think. The only thing they need to do, and must do, is to move forward.

Forward! Break the Berserkers' formations to clear the way for your comrades. Break the Heroic Spirits' morale to restore order to this chaotic and turbulent war!

Facing the Berserkers' charge, the Wild Hunters squeezed their horses' bellies, leaned forward slightly, and placed their lances at their sides.

Berserkers are fanatical warriors who will keep moving forward even when facing a poisonous dragon. So, they can only charge forward!

When both sides are determined to devour each other, even the greatest distance becomes close at hand.

Berserkers are known for never wearing armor, and even animal hides are only draped behind their backs.

Why was the Berserker so far away from them, why didn't the Berserker even use a spear -

This was not something the Herald of the Wild Hunt had the opportunity or energy to think about.

However, they soon discovered that the seemingly vast sea of ​​Berserkers were just a few thin layers.

This seemed to be good news for the Wild Hunt - only a few rows of Berserkers would not be able to stop the Wild Hunt's charge.

Then, as long as the Berserkers' charge is defeated, the Wild Hunt's path to Asgard will be unobstructed!

Even more, batch after batch of Wild Hunt have followed the footsteps of the first pioneers and entered Asgard.

For the new batch of Wild Hunt warriors, the situation was unusually good: no ambush, no chaos, and the road ahead was clear!

The news quickly reached the rear.

Perhaps this was a trap, but the Wild Hunt commanders were well aware: communications between the various battalions were now extremely slow, making them unsuitable for complex discussions.

Once the battle begins, each party will have to fight on its own - the exchange of information between them will be immediately interrupted.

There is no ambush in front of the Rainbow Bridge, this information is enough!

Soon, the Wild Hunts began to accelerate collectively. The space originally reserved for maneuverability was quickly compressed. Groups of Wild Hunts crossed the boundary between Asgard and Joseph Garden in a nearly crowded manner, amid roars and neighings.

The noise of tens of thousands of people has completely overloaded the Wild Hunters' senses. They have all their five senses, but they have lost all of them.

The only thing they could do at this moment was to maintain their formation and wait for their comrades in front to spread out - if everything went well, this process should only last a few minutes and the situation would improve quickly.

It was precisely because of the extreme noise and accumulation of heat that they did not know what the pioneers had encountered at this moment.

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This was the first time the Berserkers felt so excited.

Berserkers don't shy away from battle—but they certainly don't enjoy being slaughtered either.

They didn't mind being ripped apart along with their enemies, but being impaled on lances along with their comrades was another matter.

However, they didn't know how to solve this problem, so they gave up thinking about it long ago during the upgrade battle.

Until recently, a wizard named Emiya showed them a way to heaven.

They are convinced that there is no more reliable partner than the hissing metal ball in their hands!

"Always keep my Lord in your heart, and do not be afraid of the surging tide of enemies—!"

The distance between the Wild Hunt's vanguard and them was less than a hundred meters.

Then, the Berserkers began their attack.

They began to step down one by one, their arms, which had turned red, waving like windmills.

One by one, the metal spheres broke away from the Berserker's line and whizzed towards the Wild Hunt.

There is no such thing as discipline among berserkers, and their throws are certainly not neat.

Iron balls came smashing towards the vanguards like a patter of raindrops. The Wild Hunts did not understand what these balls were and could only use their helmets to forcibly block these fist-sized weapons within the allowed range.

With a teeth-grinding sound of metal collision, the iron balls fell into the Wild Hunt enemy group almost unhindered.

The Wild Hunt's helmet deformed in the impact, and his bones broke under the force. The dull groans and growls were quickly drowned out by the clatter of breathing and horse hooves.

Some of the iron balls were embedded in the helmets, and they charged forward with the Wild Hunt, who remained clinging to his saddle even after his death.

Armor, chest, saddlebags, gaps between horses, or falling to the ground.

"...Is it an obstacle like caltrops?"

A Wild Hunt couldn't help but ask, trying to get an answer.

This iron ball seems to be completely meaningless.

Their Grani is a real divine horse. Unlike mortal war horses, it will never panic even if faced with the collapse of heaven and earth, not to mention the low and hoarse neighing like snakes on these iron balls.

Are caltrops hindering progress? Grani doesn't actually need to move on the ground. Even if he steps on the iron ball, he won't lose his balance at all.

The obstruction caused by these iron balls is not as terrible as the flying axes thrown by these berserkers in the past!

The casualties caused by these waves of falling iron balls among the thousand-man vanguard composed of two battalions were probably less than twenty people.

When facing flying axes, this number should have been multiplied several times!

Just after the Berserker's brief pause, the distance between the two sides was about to become zero.

At this time, the distance between ordinary Heroic Spirits and Berserkers also expanded to nearly a hundred meters—

Even though the heroic spirits behind him did not flinch at all, the distance between the two groups of troops naturally and rapidly expanded.

However, the Wild Hunt no longer had time to think about the reasons behind this.

The iron ball embedded in the helmet exploded just as the two sides were about to engage in close combat.

The thick iron shell was torn into countless pieces by the astonishing force almost in an instant, and the burning gas accelerated them to the extreme in a few tenths of a second.

The helmet was pierced, the armor shattered and blood and flesh splattered everywhere. The organs in the Wild Hunter's chest cavity warmly welcomed these uninvited guests who came at a speed of several hundred meters per second.

Even though Grani is a rare divine horse in the world, it is impossible for him to ignore this kind of damage that can shatter him into pieces.

The Wild Hunt's war song was almost instantly replaced by screams and Granny's wails. The Wild Hunts in the back reacted almost immediately, ordering their mounts to rise into the air to avoid trampling on the friendly troops in front of them and causing greater chaos.

However, a decision, no matter how many times it has been correct before, may become the biggest failure today.

The Wild Hunt passed over the still hissing iron balls and completely surrounded them with walls of flesh.

So, it was all over.

The metal frenzy transformed from extreme silence to noisy noise in an instant.

The vanguard, and the thousands of wild hunters that followed, completely put themselves into the killing range of the iron ball, and successfully made it achieve the maximum killing that only existed in theory.

The shockwave shattered the eardrums of the Wild Hunt and their warhorses, bringing them the fear of destruction. However, the fragments had already chopped their internal organs into pieces, draining their blood.

The body's homeostasis is destroyed, and the body can then kill itself.

Metal fragments tore through their armor, the shattered armor becoming an accomplice, surging along with the shattered fragments within the Wild Hunt's body. The Grani could no longer advance despite their bodies being torn apart, and they fell to the ground one by one, wailing. Even more fatal, once the Grani, who had previously been flying, died, they could no longer remain aloft.

Then, these heavy objects weighing hundreds of kilograms fell from the sky like raindrops, covered with blood, and smashed into the chaotic Wild Hunt army.

The attacking formation that was as neat as a high wall just now turned into a hideous and tragic river of blood almost in an instant.

The Berserkers at the front were too close to the Wild Hunt. Even though the Wild Hunt suffered an impact of this level, they were still inevitably subjected to a direct charge from the Wild Hunt.

However, as if the person who was knocked several meters away and spitting blood was not himself, the Berserker let out an earth-shaking cheer, struggled to get up from the ground, pulled out two arm-long axes from his waist, and pounced again on the Wild Hunters who were seeing stars and in complete chaos.

Only cavalrymen were cavalrymen when they were running. Otherwise, they would have no advantage over infantrymen.

And now, the Berserkers, the most skilled in melee combat among the Heroic Spirits, are already very close to the Wild Hunts.

At the same time, the Heroic Spirits behind the Berserkers finally entered their range. Like the Berserkers, they took the iron balls from their waists, lit the fuses, swung their arms, and threw them behind the Wild Hunter.

The reason why this group of heroes were dozens of meters away from the Berserkers was because they were all fully armed. When viewed from the front, one could not see any flesh and blood, only pieces of shining steel armor.

This group of fully armed, heavily armored warriors drew gleaming two-handed giant swords from their waists and shouldered them. They roared loudly, like thunder: "Always keep our Lord in your hearts, and do not be afraid of the surging enemy—!"

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"...In just the first encounter, over three thousand cavalrymen were killed on the spot, and twice as many lost their combat effectiveness."

Corellon's expression was extremely complicated. "Although I have confidence in my group of foolish children...but within a few minutes, nearly one-tenth of the troops were killed, and the vanguard and front troops were instantly sent to the sky...this is no longer a casualty rate that a mortal army can withstand."

If the high elves suffered casualties of this level, their formation would instantly be on the verge of collapse.

In front of the Rainbow Bridge, the Wild Hunt had begun to feel overwhelmed, and the army began to pile up seriously. More and more Wild Hunt began to wonder what was going on, and for a short period of time they forgot the military orders.

Even an army like the Wild Hunt, which truly has no fear of death, would be thrown into chaos by this inexplicable explosion.

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