The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 811 - 17 The Wife Who Delivers

Chapter 811: Chapter 17: The Wife Who Delivers? Chapter 811: Chapter 17: The Wife Who Delivers? “Noble Giant, I’ve heard that your wisdom is unparalleled and you have reached the pinnacle in the art of the Illusion Technique. Although we meet on the battlefield, I still hold great respect for you. Fighting like monkeys over food and territory, swinging wooden clubs until we’re bleeding, seems beneath our station. Deities should have a way of dueling that befits deities. How about we switch to a more civilized game to decide the ownership of Midgard? What do you say?”

Hearing Luo En’s laughter as he mused, the surrounding Giants wielding magic wands, like Saki and Scadi, and those armed with wooden clubs turned as black as the bottom of a pot in the face of such a proposition.

However, before they could react, Olvir showed interest:

“How do you propose we compete?”

“We shall use language and will to conjure images; to see whose power is stronger, whose thinking is broader, and who is more deserving to rule over Midgard.”

Luo En answered with a smile, his eyes filled with an impenetrable depth.

“That sounds quite nice,” Olvir replied with a laugh, his tone shifting subtly as he looked somberly at the god from beyond their realm, “but what I want is not the Midgard World.”

“Then let’s raise the stakes!”

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Luo En quickly threw in a new chip, his smile growing brighter,

“If you win, I am willing to replace you as king of Jotunheim; but if you lose, you must also relinquish your kingship of Jotunheim and promise not to interfere with the development of the Nine Great Kingdoms.”

“My lord!”

The nearby Immortal Palace Guards’ complexions changed drastically, having not expected this second-in-command of Asgard to make such a significant bet.

Luo En gestured slightly, his expression calm:

“Don’t worry, I will explain this matter personally to Odin.”

Seeing the commander’s resolve, the Immortal Palace Guards could only reluctantly stand down.

Olvir, watching this unfold, responded with a hearty laugh:

“Good! Let’s do it your way!”

His tone was light and casual, unconsciously exuding the confidence of someone holding the winning hand, and his eyes sparkled with a hint of profound meaning.

The Divine King is certainly powerful, but not invincible.

In one Divine Era, within one Divine Race, many Divine Kings have been and gone.

Origin is the true beginning of the world, and like Chaos from Greece, being a perpetual law of the Nordic, it was born with this World and has watched over its growth. Very early on, it noted the arrival of a certain someone from across the sea, intruding into this diorama.

It still remembers, the last time this newcomer was weaker, his actions barely drawing its attention.

But in the end, this outsider, like a stone dropped into a lake, stirred up waves upon waves, turning the stagnant Nordic World upside down, bringing infinite possibilities.

And now, on his second arrival, the newcomer has grown stronger, even suppressing Odin, the Nordic Divine King burdened with Heavenly Destiny.

As a result, this outsider’s impact and the changes he brought to the World have become even more dramatic, awakening It from slumber and arousing Its intense interest.

What if this being were integrated into the system of the Nordic World? Would it strengthen the Heavenly Destiny of the Nordic, propelling it to a new stage?

Olvir’s eyes, reflecting the Star River, rippled with a sensation never felt before, a thing called Desire welling up within him.

Just as the Divine King is not the ultimatum, neither is the Origin.

Beyond them, there exists something even It cannot comprehend, the “Divine Above.”

It is a realm of “neither existence nor non-existence,” neither being nor not-being. Hence, concepts like infinity, eternity, Fate, and such hold no meaning before the Divine Above. It can create worlds, erase everything, ignore the limits of matter, destiny, time, and space, and is known as “Above All Things.”

So, what kind of changes will your arrival bring to this world?

— Loki, the god from beyond this realm?

This content is taken from fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm.

Olvir pulled back his thoughts, slowly beginning:

“Since you’ve decided on the method, I shall strike first.”

“Fair enough.”

Luo En nodded and made a welcoming gesture.

After a moment of deep reflection, Olvir began slowly:

“I am a fearsome wolf, stalking my prey, a cruel raider.”

Instantaneously, the Iron Forest whipped up a harsh snowstorm alongside his deep voice, silence enveloping everything around, leaving only the figures of Luo En and Olvir standing opposed in the distance.

And as the last syllable fell, a gigantic wolf tens of meters long, with brown fur, materialized on the snowy plains. It swung its sharp claws and viciously pounced toward the opposing figure, heralding the first charge.

“I am the hunter, riding a horse, slaying wolves, victorious again and again.”

The magnetically low voice echoed over the tundra, and a fully armed knight, holding a Longbow, riding a White Horse, and wearing a Crown, emerged in the midst of the storm.

“Swoosh!”

A Sharp arrow burst forth and struck the giant wolf in the chest.

Warm blood splattered onto the icy snow, coloring it a scarlet hue.

“Roar!”

The giant wolf let out a pain-filled roar but did not fall. It furiously leaped forward, clawing at the knight on the White Horse on the snow-covered plains.

The knight, undisturbed by impending danger, dropped his Bow and Arrow and raised his spear, stabbing the giant wolf once more, the spearhead precisely hitting the heart of its prey. The giant wolf quickly lost all its strength, its colossal body collapsing with a crash, and it gradually lost its life amid convulsions.

“Pfft!”

Olvir spat out a mouthful of Golden Blood, looking down in surprise at the wound on his chest as if pierced by a spear.