Chapter 492: My Professional Panel Is Somehow a 2D Art Style? Chapter 231

The Goddess of Death, Hela.

Seeing this, a male god with flowing blue long hair immediately furrowed his brow and looked toward Hela.

Seeming to notice his gaze, Hela shook her head slightly to indicate she was fine.

At that moment, the leading mature woman spoke: "Cease your futile struggle. Prostrate yourselves before me."

".?"

Hearing this, the gods present were first stunned, but their expressions immediately chilled; they hadn't seen such a madman in untold years.

However, before they could say anything, the woman continued: "Make your move."

As her words fell, several figures radiating terrifying auras immediately charged toward the Norse gods.

Whoosh—!

Arrows streaked across the battlefield like meteors, and the blond swordsman, under his companions' cover, arrived before a frivolous-looking man with platinum-white hair in an instant.

"Taken for a pushover, have I."

Seeing this, the frivolous man couldn't help but purse his lips, then immediately lashed out with a kick, trying to force the enemy before him back.

Hiss—!

Sparks flew in all directions, and the earth split open in an instant under the tremendous force.

The moment they clashed, the frivolous man sensed something off.

The fellow across from him was unreasonably strong, and especially that ornate longsword in the other's hand gave him a faint sense of threat.

Without much thought, he leapt back and landed beside the blue-haired man who had earlier exchanged a look with Hela.

After a glance at the surrounding Norse gods already locked in bitter fighting, he couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Where's the Great God? I'm afraid we'll need him to step in and settle this."

Hearing that name, the blue-haired man's face immediately showed a somewhat displeased expression, but he still replied: "You all know what that fellow's temperament is like. He's probably lying on some woman's belly somewhere right now."

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Hearing this, all the Norse gods present showed somewhat helpless expressions.

Their Great God was fine in every respect, except he was a bit too lecherous—out of thirty days a month, he'd spend twenty-nine in pleasure houses.

Paying no heed to what the others were thinking inside, the blue-haired man gazed at the seven figures of varying builds not far off and couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

Judging by the strength this group had displayed, they couldn't be unknown nobodies, yet he had searched his mind and found no faction that matched them.

Watching the somewhat tense Norse gods opposite, Arthur casually twirled his sword.

Although he couldn't fully unleash 【Star Sword】 at present, it was already enough to deal with the lot before him—after all, not everyone was as terrifying as his own Master.

Just as Arthur was preparing to launch another attack with the other Grand Servants present, a somewhat surprised, aged voice suddenly rang out across the field.

"What are you doing?"

As the words fell, a white-haired old man wearing a wide-brimmed hat with a raven perched on his right shoulder appeared before the Norse gods.

Hearing this voice, the gods' expressions immediately brightened: "Great God!"

The old man first turned to glance at the rather disheveled gods, then looked toward Skadi in the distant sky: "Please tell me which foolhardy soul has offended you, and I may chastise them on your behalf."

Hearing this, the Norse gods present couldn't help but feel anxious inside.

They were far too wronged—they hadn't done a thing, yet had inexplicably been attacked at their doorstep.

However, before they could speak, Odin raised a hand to stop their words.

Although he knew the other party had come with ill intent, he still wished to defuse the conflict as much as possible.

"Odin." Skadi looked at the Great God opposite, who was utterly different from the one in her memory, and let out a laugh of ambiguous meaning. "I am Skadi, the Queen who rules the North."

"From today onward, the Norse pantheon of this world shall cease to exist."

Hearing that name, everyone present was stunned, then instinctively looked toward a certain female figure among the crowd.

She was this world's Skadi.

Noticing the gazes around her, her face was full of bewilderment, unsure why this had anything to do with her.

"That joke of yours isn't funny."

Odin gradually suppressed his smile. While he did support peaceful coexistence among the various factions, that didn't mean he would endlessly give ground.

He had only said that earlier to give her a way out, since so far there hadn't been any casualties on his side.

But what this Great God didn't know was that everything had been deliberate on Skadi's part. As a Servant, she naturally knew Li Ang was keeping these gods around for a reason, so she hadn't let the Pseudo-Servants go hard—otherwise Arthur's Star Sword would have drawn blood long ago.

"Looks like there's nothing to talk about, then."

Realizing this, Odin couldn't help but sigh, then drew a spear from the space beside him.

【Spear of Eternity · Gungnir】—the divine spear that traces a meteor's path when thrown, and represents this Great God's unbreakable oath.

Seeing the other draw their signature weapon, Skadi's movements paused, then she produced the weapon her Master had left her.

【Great God's Declaration · Gungnir】.

Even though the two weapons were essentially very similar, Skadi was confident the victor would be herself.

After all, the sure-hit spear in her hand had been reinforced again and again, and not long ago had even been stained with the blood of a Sixth-Tier powerhouse.

With such thoughts, she slightly raised her spear tip.

"Come."