Chapter 136: Breaking Through the Heavens
As the residence of Odin, King of the Gods, this place, located at the very center of Asgard at the top of the World Tree, had always been the gathering place for the gods.
The halls here possessed a magnificent splendor far beyond anything in the human world. Even the sprawling, pale snow capped mountains, and the vast, awe inspiring sky and sea, could not compare to the shock this place brought.
The gods loved this palace, just as they all respected the majestic yet benevolent Odin.
And with the astounding actions Thor initiated, by the time the flashing lightning burst into the palace, the gods in the temple had already assembled.
Thor stopped, his form emerging from the lightning.
He had an extremely tall silhouette, but his entire body was enveloped in silver white armor, with only equally silver white hair falling from his head.
He held Mjolnir, the Hammer of Thor, symbolizing lightning and battle, and blue cubes rotated incessantly on his hands and chest.
Among the gods, he was the warrior closest to the King of the Gods, and the God of War closest to the World Tree.
It was said that Thor had died once nearly 10,000 years ago, but Odin revived him with the great power of the World Tree and bestowed upon him even greater strength.
"Oh dear, oh dear… who has angered the great Thor this time?" As Thor stepped into the Platinum Palace, the gods dared not face the threat of his thunder, but one person, with an indifferent smile on his lips, walked up to him.
"Loki, I do not wish to speak with you." Thor's voice, muffled and indistinct, came from beneath his armor.
He looked at the approaching figure, slender and draped in a light blue gown that swayed like an azure sky. Golden, shimmering hair framed delicate eyes and brows, and as he moved, he appeared extremely cynical.
Yet, facing such a beauty, Thor's eyes held only disdain.
"A useless creature disguised as a woman, not worthy of speaking to me, Loki!"
"Gods inherently have no gender, and transformation is my instinct as the God of Sophistry!" Loki was unconcerned, but as his words fell, the graceful and beautiful figure instantly vanished, leaving only a lean, tall silhouette.
He wore a felt hat and had a red nose, dressed in a red and blue coat, looking just like the clown known to all in later generations, or rather, the origin of later clowns was none other than the Norse God of Sophistry, Loki.
He spread his hands.
"Why be so irritable in life? Or is it that the betrayal of that little princess has made you so angry? Do you like her too?"
"Meaningless emotions are of no use to me." Thor left this remark, directly brushed Loki aside, and walked further inside.
The surrounding gods were indistinct, and another god spoke.
"Thor, what exactly happened?"
The question came from another famous Norse god, Tyr, Thor's brother and another God of War. Thor was not as cold to him as he was to Loki.
And at this moment, all the gods were waiting for his explanation.
They all wanted to know the details of the betrayal by the ruler of the giants, the King of the Wild Hunt, and Skadi, as it concerned the future of the Norse gods.
So Thor spoke.
In the hall of the gods, Thor loudly warned the gods that the king of the giants from below had returned with his authority and wrath, and the shadows of the past still lingered over this ancient, once shattered land. He commanded the gods to be on high alert, for the giant who usurped the name of the Wild Hunt would surely bring disaster and storm.
He coveted the high heavens in the name of death, he usurped the throne of heaven and earth in the name of the divine, he carried away the purest virgin, he carried away the pure white snow capped mountains of Asgard.
This is a harbinger of Ragnarok.
The gods were horrified.
Only Loki shook his head, letting out a strange cackle, for among the gods, only the God of Sophistry loved change the most.
Loki said, "That's excellent. This land has been frozen for too long, solidified for too long. It's time for a change."
"I will go speak with the Great God." Thor ignored Loki, merely leaving these words and turning to push open the inner door.
"No need, I already know." An ethereal voice echoed, and the sound of flapping wings reverberated all around, as dark ravens perched on the stone pillars and eaves of the temple.
The ravens were messengers of Odin, and they brought the will of Odin to the gods.
"Be vigilant, but do not provoke that person for now."
"The time is not yet ripe."
As the words fell, the flock of ravens scattered, leaving the gods in the hall looking at each other. Thor tightly gripped Mjolnir in his hand, his face hidden behind the heavy mask, showing little emotional fluctuation.
Do not provoke that person for now.
Then…
"If we don't actively provoke him, then surely we can clean out the internal traitors, right?" Thor was never a calm person.
As the God of War, he craved battle with strong opponents.
Provoking or not provoking, in his eyes, there was never a so called second option.
He did indeed obey Odin's will.
He would not actively provoke Rowe.
Loki's eyes flickered, and he raised a strange smile.
…
"I won't say anything…"
"Hmm, I see. It seems I was right." In Jotunheimr, Rowe smiled at Skadi.
Skadi's eyes widened slightly, looking at the youth before her who, though smiling, had an increasingly dense aura of death about him.
Rowe patted the floating fluff on his shoulders, and the surrounding giants all prostrated themselves on the ground, awaiting his command.
Above them were the dangling roots of the World Tree, which seemed to fall from beyond the heavens, casting dark and terrifying shadows against the eternally dim, yellowed dome of Jotunheimr.
The parched earth, shattered rocks, and barren riverbeds stretched out in mottled trails.
The giants' dwelling was desolate and terrifying.
But that was all in the past.
Rowe had said he would lead the giants back to the sky.
So, what he said, he would naturally do.
"What… do you plan to do?" Skadi suddenly grew curious. Bringing the giants to the actual Midgard was an almost impossible feat.
Aside from the gods' disapproval, the World Tree's own repulsion was already a force nearly impossible to defy.
Because it was a divine artifact personally planted by Odin, who resurrected the Norse divine era from the brink of collapse 10,000 years ago due to the disaster brought by the Star Hunter. Moreover, 9 dimensional realms grew on this tree, and even Odin once said a fully grown World Tree, even he himself could not shake.
Rowe was powerful, able to contend with Thor without falling behind, even forcing him to temporarily retreat. His strength exceeded Skadi's imagination.
But the goddess of the snow capped mountains still did not believe he could surpass Odin.
So she cowered before Rowe.
Beneath her purple hair, her delicate face still held the stubbornness from being questioned earlier. Her arms were wrapped around herself, but her lowered body caused her hips beneath her dress to arch backward, highlighting a flowing, butterfly like curve.
Rowe glanced at her from the corner of his eye and couldn't help but smile.
He kept Skadi precisely to gather information from her. Asking questions was natural, and although Skadi always evaded them and refused to answer, it must be said a goddess new to the world was actually no different from a little girl in the human world, especially one who, before this, had been completely doted upon.
Rowe could get the answers merely from her expressions.
Are the Norse gods scattered across the earth like you?
I won't tell you.
Hmm… so they are.
?
Can the Norse gods on earth still maintain their full power?
I won't say.
Then they can.
You…
This bizarre, almost mind reading interaction left Skadi with a certain trauma.
Of course, that was before.
As for now, what she subconsciously asked was, what did Rowe intend to do?
His approach was actually very simple.
This journey was ultimately different from before. Not to mention the Mesopotamian Plain and Greece, even previously, Rowe had not formally set foot on Norse soil.
Because at that time, he was merely a dead man.
A dead man who could not leave a shadow in this world.
And now, he was the King of the Wild Hunt.
A dead man and King of Storms who had plundered one aspect of Odin.
Then…
"Let this world witness what death, eroded by storm, looks like!"
His greatcloak billowed, the fierce winds raged, and Rowe raised the long spear in his hand.
He would cover Midgard with the power of the Wild Hunt, he would erode the present world with death. With this one spear, he would punch a hole in the world of Midgard.
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