The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 799 - 12 Are You Up to It, Freya_2

Chapter 799: Chapter 12 Are You Up to It, Freya?_2 Chapter 799: Chapter 12 Are You Up to It, Freya?_2 “Let’s go, it’s time to meet your kin.”

“You think you can use me to threaten them? Dream on!”

Freya raised her eyebrows and sneered before slamming her head against the sword’s edge.

Seeing this, Luo En quickly withdrew his magic sword Leavateinn and, with a backhand strike, knocked Freya unconscious by hitting the back of her neck.

Looking at the wound on her throat and the golden-red Divine Blood smeared on the blade, Luo En was somewhat caught between laughter and tears.

Prefer death to submission? Was she always this fierce?

Well, might as well capture her and figure things out later.

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Having made up his mind, Luo En picked up Freya from the ground and leaped back toward the Asa camp.

By now, after a period of intense battle, the plain that served as the battlefield was filled with pits and remains, with the floating battle ships of the Asa Divine Race crashing down in flames toward the ground, while the Warrior of Wan riding Pegasus dominated most of the sky.

Clearly, the tide was turning against the Asa Divine Race.

After all, even if Divine King Odin had blessed the entire Asa army before the battle began, making them impervious to weapons and fiercely brave, they were bound to tire and eventually exhaust their strength.

This was the inevitable affliction of Berserkers.

In contrast, the Warner Divine Race, sheltered by the Life Field, continuously regenerated, undefeated in battle. The longer the battle dragged on, the more advantageous it became for them.

And Divine King Odin, who had infiltrated the Warner camp intending to deal with Gulveig, also returned disheveled from the fray.

The reason was simple. As an older and more mature divine system, the Warner Divine Race had more than just Gulveig as a Chief God.

This time, the deity who stymied Odin was Niord, a Warner deity.

He held authority over summer, the ocean, storms, fishing, and wealth, possessed extraordinary combat power, and was also the Warner Divine King.

With Gulveig’s assistance, Odin, outmatched two to one, naturally didn’t gain any advantage.

However, when he saw Luo En returning to the battlefield with Freya in tow, the gloom on his face was instantly replaced by joy, and the spirits of the embattled Asa Pantheon of Gods soared.

Conversely, the key figures of the Warner Divine Race changed their expressions upon seeing their Valkyrie captured.

“Quick, rescue her!”

Niord, the tall and slender Warner Divine King, surrounded by a breeze and the aura of sunlight, immediately gave the order.

Next to him was a handsome youth, who bore a resemblance to Freya, promptly mounted a Pegasus, ready to organize troops for an aerial assault.

He was none other than Freya’s brother—the Fertility God Frey.

However, before Frey could make a move, a deep, cold snort halted his actions:

“Rescue what? Do you think this is a game? Stop!”

Light Bearer Gulveig, wielding her magic wand, approached from the ranks.

“But mother, that’s my sister, your daughter!”

Frey protested with a look of grievance, clutching the reins tightly.

Gulveig glanced sidelong at her son and chastised him coldly:

“Silence! On the battlefield, you should address me by my Divine Office!”

“Yes, High Priest…”

Cowed by his mother’s domineering spirit, Frey could only lower his head obediently, though his young face was full of defiance.

Seeing that the atmosphere was turning sour, Niord, seated on the throne, chuckled awkwardly to smooth things over:

“High Priest, perhaps we should let Frey try? He might be able to rescue Freya.”

“Do you think this is a game? Even Freya wasn’t a match for him, what can he do? Become the second hostage?”

Gulveig reprimanded without a shred of politeness, her words showing no respect for the Warner Divine King.

Yet facing such presumptuousness and rudeness, Niord was like a mouse that had seen a cat, not daring to retort.

Because, within the Warner Divine Race, which governed the ocean, life, and abundance, the Goddess’s Authority surpassed that of the male deities, and the status of a Priest was higher than that of a Divine King.

In a sense, she was the actual ruler of the Warner Divine Race.

And, more importantly, this High Priest was also the Divine King’s own elder sister.

Apart from the Divine Name of Light Bearer Gulveig, she also held the aliases of Fertility Goddess Narcissus, Goddess of Marriage and Family Freya, and the twelve-fold Divine Incarnations of Saga (Speech), El (Compassion), Gefjun (Giving), Fula (Adviser), Fen (Love), Lofen (Approval), Fara (Oaths), Val (Truth), Linn (Dissent), Helin (Protection), Snother (Wisdom), and Gena (Messenger).

Looking at her brother’s fearful expression, Gulveig, or rather, Freya, shook her head in disappointment and scoffed,

“Keep your son in line. Don’t let him get in the way!”

Niord gave a strained laugh, nodding, and signaled to Frey with his eyes to release the reins and retreat back to the camp.

But Niord, who had always been habitually weak, simply couldn’t control his impetuous young son.

Seeing this, Freya slapped Frey across the face and coldly commanded,

“Get back!”

Under his mother’s fearsome authority, Frey, clutching his swelling cheek, obediently let go of the reins, abandoning the thought of heading into battle to rescue his sister.

Watching the father and son duo, who did not dare meet her gaze, the disappointment in Freya’s eyes grew even more intense.

As the two remaining Chief Gods of the Warner Divine Race, she had no choice but to join with her brother Niord to birth a powerful bloodline to expand the Warner Divine Race’s military strength.

The Valkyrie Freya and the Fertility God Frey were the progeny of their union.

But Niord’s temperament was too soft, and even though she personally helped him ascend to the throne of the Divine King, he lacked the intimidation and strategy befitting of a Divine King, which deeply dissatisfied Freya. She had to assume various identities and lead the Warner Divine Race in seeking development.

And after long voyages at sea and exploration beyond the Realm, they eventually arrived at this nascent God Era World and gradually took root in a land called Valhalla.

In the peaceful days of the past, Niord could just about manage to maintain appearances as the Divine King, but now, when faced with an issue of life and death for the Warner Divine Race, his courage and strategy proved woefully inadequate.

Perhaps, only by replacing him with a stronger and wiser king could this problem be fundamentally solved.

But at this moment, such thoughts were futile. Freya composed her troubled mind and listlessly waved her hand,

“Order a retreat.”

Upon hearing her words, Niord, as if granted a pardon, immediately ordered the warriors of Wan to withdraw, invoking his authority to summon clouds and mist for cover.

Likewise, the Divine King Odin of the Asa Divine Race did not dare to pursue rashly.

On one hand, he had suffered losses at the hands of Niord and Freya and did not have the assurance of victory.

On the other hand, the Asa Divine Race had suffered significant casualties in the recent great battle. If they decided to push on, they could easily fall into another trap set by the Warner Divine Race. And if the Warner Divine Race chose to outflank and destroyed the Teleportation Array of the Rainbow Bridge, cutting off the Asa’s Divine Race’s retreat, the Asa’s main forces would become stranded, possibly leading to a catastrophic rout that was not worth the potential gains.

Seeing Odin refrain from impulsively pursuing, Luo En also breathed a sigh of relief, taking his captives back to the Asa’s camp and orderly retreating to Asgard.

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As the splendid bands of light vanished from Valhalla, a grand Divine War came to a somewhat anticlimactic, temporary conclusion.

Returning to the Immortal Palace, Luo En pointed to the prisoner in his grasp and turned to Odin,

“What about her?”

“By Asa’s custom, you deal with your spoils of war yourself!”

Odin responded with a hearty laugh, his tone carrying a trace of teasing.

Then, he said farewell to Luo En, leading his troops back to the city for rest.

Luo En looked up and down at his captive, his eyes then moving interestedly towards the streamlined silver armor perfectly fitting her curves, his gaze flickered cryptically.

Swan Feather Weave? Seems like a good research topic.

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Into the night, boisterous drinking and robust chanting reverberated over Asgard, and the aroma of food and the sweetness of nectar wafted from the Golden Palace.

As a reward for valiantly killing enemies, Divine King Odin hosted a banquet at the Golden Palace to honor the most outstanding warriors of Asa.

Luo En was also among the invited. However, citing fatigue as an excuse, he politely declined the celebration, hiding away in the Temple alone, keenly studying his war spoils.

Of course, that Swan Feather Weave…

The material of this thing was quite unique, weightless, seemingly woven out of mist, and its touch was close to that of human skin.

Moved by curiosity, Luo En couldn’t help but reach out to touch it, even biting it gently with his teeth.

“Woo~!”

At this moment, the figure tied up and tossed in the corner of the Temple also came to consciousness, her graceful body squirming, emitting a muted moan, a pair of watery eyes looking indignantly at the person touching and biting the Swan Feather Weave, their gaze turning icy.

Noticing Freya’s reaction, Luo En’s hand stiffened, awkwardly putting down the Swan Feather Weave.

It seemed that the item had some kind of sensory connection with the wearer.