Chapter 631: Battlefield of the Gods

Ugh~~~~

The horn sounded.

Heimdall stood at the end of the Rainbow Bridge, the Galar horn pressed to his lips, the horn flashing in the darkness.

His cheekbones swelled like two small hills, the veins on his forehead bulged, and the air in his lungs was compressed into a sound wave that tore the heavens and earth!

The horn's sound pierced every branch, every leaf, and every root of the World Tree.

It fell upon Asgard, where the heroic warriors opened their eyes and grasped their weapons; it fell upon Vanaheim, where the Vanaheim deities lifted their heads, set down their cups, and looked east.

The Gods donned armor.

Thor slipped on his iron Glove, fastened his belt of power, spun his hammer three times in his hand, Thunder Light burst from the hammerhead, illuminating his face, most of which was hidden by a red beard.

He gazed into the distance and whispered:

"Loki, if we can catch you once, we can catch you a second time!"

"This time, we won't let you escape!"

Behind him.

TiEr, with his only remaining hand, tightened his sword strap; Fuleiya donned her battle robe woven from eagle feathers and fastened her golden necklace;

Fulei wore no armor, no sword; he gave his Victory Sword to his servant Shi Ji Er Ni Er, and now he holds only a single antler, yet he stands very straight.

Heimdall walked down from the bridgehead, the horn hanging at his waist, a sword in his hand; Fu Li Jia slipped into her silver‑gray battle robe, donned her silver helmet, and gripped the silvery‑white spear in her hand......................

Aoding emerged at last.

He wore golden armor, a deep‑blue cloak, an eagle helm, and his single eye gleamed beneath the visor.

Finally he mounted Sleipnir, with Ganggenier in his hand, the spear tip pointing to the sky.

He said nothing, merely riding his horse at the front.

The Gods followed behind him, the heroic warriors forming a square formation, descending the stone steps of the Golden Palace, crossing the Rainbow Bridge, and heading toward the Vigrid Plain.

The wind howled, rattling the cloaks.

No one spoke, only the sound of footsteps, countless feet striking the stone road—tap, tap, tap—like a dull drumbeat.

The Vigrid Plain lies east of Asgard, a vast barren wasteland, devoid of trees or grass, only gray sand and low‑hanging clouds.

Here the power of the law is strongest and most stable, enough to bear the Gods' battle!

The Gods formed a formation on the plain, with Thor at the front, the hammer slung over his shoulder.

He looked toward the distance.

There, flames burned, red, lighting half the sky.

There, floods surged, black, swallowing the horizon.

There, darkness spread, gray, pressing so heavily that one could hardly breathe.

Nagelfar surged out of the darkness, the ghostly green lantern at its prow like an eye, blinking in the gloom!

Loki stood at the prow, Haila beside him, and behind them countless Frost Giants and the Dead Army!

Musi Beierheim's Fire Giant pressed forward from the east, Shierte led the way, his flame sword dragging on the ground, carving a burning trench!

Fenliru rushed from the north, its mouth gaping wide, the upper jaw touching the sky, the lower jaw the ground, fire spewing from its eyes, smoke from its nostrils!!

Until the two sides met, facing each other.

Aoding spoke:

"Loki, the mistake you made this time is too great!"

Loki sneered:

"There was never any reversal possible between us!"

"Today, either you die or I perish."

"Aoding, when I ascend to the God King's throne, I will find your true form and kill it!"

"..........." Aoding was silent for a moment, then raised Ganggenier.

"Gods, to battle!"

His voice pierced the wind, the water, the crackling of flames, reaching every God and heroic warrior's ear!

"Loki, take my hammer first!"

Thor was the first to charge out, hammer raised overhead, Thunder Light bursting from the hammerhead, illuminating his snarling face; TiEr followed behind, his single arm gripping a sword, the tip pointing forward; Fulei rode his wild boar, antler raised overhead like a banner.

The battle was about to erupt.

Aoding did not move.

He rode atop Sleipnir, his cloak hanging on both sides of the horse's belly, the phantom silhouettes of the Nine Realms' mountains and rivers slowly unfurling behind him.

Because he was staring at Fenliru.

Fenliru also stared at him.

"Father of the Gods," Fenliru's voice echoed from the void:

"You are old."

"Not necessarily," Aoding raised Ganggenier.

The spear tip shone not with Golden Light but with the power of law—once this spear is launched, it hits its target!

It is not speed nor accuracy, but a causal‑level lock:

The spear exists before being thrown, the hit is predetermined before the throw!!

Sleipnir's eight legs stepped, each foot landing on the boundary between "here" and "there," allowing Aoding to exist in all places at once!

The Nine Realms' mountains and rivers embroidered on his cloak projected not an illusion but a concrete embodiment of the "Dominion" law—Asgard, Jotunheim, Musi Beierheim, Heerhaimu, all realms he once ruled now lending their power to him at this moment!

"Sure hit," Aoding threw Ganggenier.

The moment the spear tip left his hand, the law upon it detonated.

The law of causality was compressed into a beam of light at that moment; all "possibilities" were erased, leaving only the "unique"!!

Runes exploded like stars, and "Destined" etched its mark in the void.

The entire Weigelide Plain was shrouded beneath its brilliance!

Fenliru did not dodge.

Because it also knew there was no escape!

It opened its mouth.

Its mouth was not a mouth but the embodiment of the "Devour" law—its upper jaw shattered the cloud layer, not by physically breaking it but by "devouring" the clouds' existence; its lower jaw pierced the ground, not by physical penetration but by "devouring" the earth's solidity!!

Inside the mouth there were no teeth, only a chasm, a chasm leading to the "Void".

Everything it swallowed did not simply vanish; it was completely deleted from reality!

Gangeni'er flew into that chasm.

"Inevitable" collided with "Devour".

"Inevitable" said: I must hit.

"Devour" said: Fine, but you will disappear.

The two laws tore at each other in the void; the law of causality was shredded into fragments, and time and space lost meaning at that point!

The Golden Light at the tip of Gangeni'er's gun flashed once, then went out!

It was "Deleted".

Erased from every possible causal chain!

Aoding's hand froze in midair.

The next moment, "Devour" spread outward!

"Dominion" law shattered, and the shadows of the Nine Realms' mountains and rivers dissolved like bubbles.

Sleipnir's spatial law went out of control beneath its feet; the ripples from its eight legs canceled each other, and the horse spun in place!

"You, artifact," Fenliru's voice came from the abyss of the "Devour" law, bearing the law's inherent coldness"

"Just like you, old!"

It lowered its head, opened its mouth, and the "Devour" law covered Aoding!

The Father of the Gods was erased from the causal chain, and Sleipnir vanished along with him!

"Father!"

Vidar burst out of the formation.

He is the god of forest and revenge, and his shoes are pieced together from every cobbler's discarded leather, each piece bearing its former owner's obsession.

Those obsessions converged, forming the "Unstoppable" attribute, granting him unparalleled combat power!

"Die!"

He rushed to Fenliru's front, Fenliru opened its mouth, and the "Devour" law surged toward him.

Vidar did not retreat; he activated his own "Revenge" law!

Each of Fenliru's attacks rebounded onto Fenliru itself!

Especially now that Aoding is dead, the fire of revenge nearly bursts through heaven and earth, annihilating everything!

Vidar seized the wolf's upper jaw with both hands and roared:

"You devoured my father; I will tear you apart."

His fingers pierced the wolf's hide, each bearing the obsessions of souls slain by Fenliru, surging into his body.

At this moment, through Vidar's hand, repayment was demanded.

It transformed into his power!

"Give me—tear it open!"

He yanked sharply!

"Revenge" versus "Devour". The chain of causality was stretched to its limit at this moment, then snapped!

The wolf's upper jaw was torn open, not physically but by the "Devour" law being reversed!

Fresh blood gushed out like a waterfall, drenching Vidar.

Vidar drew his sword again.

The sword looked ordinary, and he thrust it into Fenliru's heart.

The blade tip pierced the core, emerged from the wolf's back, and lodged in the void!

Fenliru let out a wail; its body began to dissipate, its eyes darkened, the golden vertical pupils turned into two clumps of ash, and no light remained!

"Father, I—failed............"

Just at the moment he died!

"Fenliru!"

Yemengjide pressed in from the south.

Its body coiled around the entire Weigelide Plain—one loop, two loops, three loops—encircling every battlefield in the center.

Just as it was about to strike Vidar.

Bang!

A hammer swung out!

Thor appeared before them, sneering:

"Your opponent is me!"

"Long fellow!"