Chapter 491: The End of the Norse Pantheon

Niflheim.

At this moment, Hela's brain had crashed; she half suspected she had misheard what was just said.

What did he mean by "trouble Scathach-sama to take down the Norse pantheon of this world for me"?

Still, hadn't the mysterious woman before her just called herself "Scathach"? What was this "Scathach" business about?

But this was no time to get hung up on such trivialities. Taking advantage of the fact that no one on the scene seemed to be paying her any attention, she began stealthily edging to one side.

This group was clearly up to no good; she had to hurry back to the uppermost layer and inform the great god.

Unfortunately, Hela's little movements did not escape the notice of several Grand Rank Servants.

"Oh my, Young Lady, where might you be off to?" Saying so, Merlin drew his staff and lightly tapped the ground, a most genial smile spreading across his face. "You'll still have to trouble yourself to lead the way for us."

Glancing at the sea of splendid blossoms blooming at her feet, Hela could not help but halt her movements.

Purely in terms of strength, this death goddess felt she should still be able to handle the white-haired one before her.

But considering the unknown existence from earlier who was clearly absurdly powerful, plus the fact that there were still several others on site whose depths she could not gauge, she ultimately abandoned any thought of making a move.

After a brief silence, Hela eased her tense body slightly. "Is there some misunderstanding between us? If some fool has offended you all, I can apologize on his behalf."

Saying this, a sliver of doubt rose unbidden in her heart.

Her great god had always supported the peaceful coexistence of the various factions and enjoyed decent relations with the outside world, so it was rare for any faction to come knocking on their door like this.

'Could this be Father's doing?'

Where there were supporters, naturally there were opponents; her father Loki was deeply dissatisfied with the great god's exchanges with the other factions.

But if that were the case, why had she not heard even a whisper of it?

Before Hela could figure out what was going on, Scathach spoke and pulled her back from her thoughts to reality: "Heh, today is your Ragnarok. Prepare to greet your end ahead of time."

If in the original Norse mythology Nidhogg gnawing through the World Tree marked the beginning of Ragnarok, then given that this world's Nidhogg had been devoured by her own Master, she felt there was indeed nothing wrong with putting it that way.

What Scathach did not know, however, was that the source of the dragon blood within Li Ang was Nidhogg—only it was the Black King from the Dragon Clan world.

Hearing this, Hela fell silent at once.

Ragnarok

Although her father Loki had long looked forward to this day, he surely did not wish for it to arrive in this manner.

Matters having come to this, Hela could only choose to lead this group of unknown-origin individuals.

The Norse gods of the High School DxD world basically all resided in the uppermost layer, Valhalla—the legendary Hall of the Einherjar.

And as the death goddess who controlled Niflheim, she naturally possessed the means to travel back and forth.

Under her guidance, the group of Pseudo-Servants quickly arrived at the uppermost layer.

Seeing that their party had already left Niflheim, Scathach signaled Artoria and the others to keep watch over Hela, then took out a short staff.

Accompanied by a low chant, countless pale purple runes began drifting from the staff's tip in all directions: "Ancient runes, grant me power!"

"?"

Runes? Weren't those the great god's methods?

Before Hela could react, an incomparably massive door slowly swung open in the sky.

【Noble Phantasm · Gate of the Underworld Overflowing with Death】.

At this moment, Scathach stood before the door that kept emanating an aura of death, turned to look at the group of Pseudo-Servants, and said: "Everyone, win victory for our Master."

It was simply too inefficient for this queen to go searching for them one by one; far better to directly draw all the Norse gods of this world over.

Sure enough, as the massive door appeared in the sky, the Norse gods throughout Valhalla instantly had their attention drawn to it.

"Who is making this commotion now..."

Gazing at that enormous door emanating an ominous aura, the gods could not help but murmur among themselves.

They did not suspect an invasion—after all, Valhalla was the great base of the Norse pantheon; anyone daring to come here looking for trouble was no different from seeking death.

But when the door in the sky, which originated from the Celtic mythological Land of Shadows, began to continuously erode the surrounding space, they gradually sensed something was off.

Even if someone were testing their abilities, would they really need to make such a huge commotion?

The gods' expressions darkened, and they immediately set off toward the door's location.

When the Norse gods arrived at the scene, they discovered a group of beings they had never seen before standing before that door, led by a mature woman in a purple gauze dress.

However, besides these unfamiliar faces, they also spotted a familiar figure.