**Chapter 289: Intense Battlefield - Request for Monthly Tickets at the Start of the Month**
Inside the Asgardian Golden Palace, King Odin was drinking heartily with his allies. As the drinking progressed, Tang Song also learned some matters about the Asgardian Eldest Princess from King Odin.
Hela, the Goddess of Death (Hela) from Earth's Northern Europe mythology, the Queen of Helheim in the Underworld, also presided over aging and disease.
In myths and legends, Hela was not Odin's descendant, but was the youngest Child of Loki, the God of Mischief, and the Giantess Angrboda, the younger sister of the Giant Wolf Fenrir and the Giant Snake Jörmungandr.
Among these three siblings, although Hela grew into human form, she was as prominent as her two brothers. Half of her body was gentle and beautiful, while the other half was rotten and hideous like an evil ghost.
Hela and her brothers were targeted by God King Odin from a young age, because in the prophecy they would fight against the gods during Ragnarök.
Hela herself was exiled to Helheim, a world not filled with flames, but with biting cold, ruling there together with the Hellhound Garm.
She resided in the Palace named Éljúðnir, and would place the spirits of the dead who did not die on the battlefield in her kingdom.
The myths and legends passed down orally differed somewhat from the reality of Asgard, just like Loki was not Odin's sworn brother, but his adopted son.
Hela was also not Loki's daughter, but was Odin's eldest legitimate daughter. When Odin conquered the Nine Realms, the Army of the Dead led by Hela fought battles across the land, once conquered more than half of the Nine Realms' territory for him, and achieved illustrious military feats.
Unfortunately, precisely because Hela was too formidable, and King Odin was in his prime at the time.
The crown princess was too powerful, threatening his rule. For a King, father-daughter affection or kinship was nothing but fleeting clouds before power.
Later, after pacifying the Nine Realms, King Odin stopped his expansion. Having fought wars for so many years, he was preparing to enjoy himself.
Unfortunately, the young and vigorous Hela was unwilling to stop, wanting to continue conquering other dimensions. After Odin saw that Hela, leading the massive Army of the Dead, had a different opinion than him, he, in the name of maintaining peace in the Nine Realms, first ordered several Asgardian troops to sneak attack Hela's Army of the Dead.
In this battle, Hela, after being severely injured, was sealed in Helheim. The Army of the Dead she led was also sealed in Asgard. And the price Odin paid was undeniably tragic: his most capable and battle-hardened Valkyrie Corps was completely annihilated, the Berserker Legion was crippled. This also laid the groundwork for the instability of the Nine Realms later on.
Odin is now old and wants to leave some things for his son. So he set his sights on Hela, who was sealed.
"That old guy is really a dog!" Tang Song, who understood Odin's plan, had a smile on his face, but inwardly spat. At the same time, he was also pondering what benefit he could gain from it.
"Boom!"
Hundreds of dwarf airships hovered in the sky. Dozens of artillery on the airships bellowed towards the Angelic Legion flying from afar,
The artillery fire tore lines of fire through the dense Angelic Legion, but the gaps were immediately filled by more Angels.
Thousands of Asgardian warships directly faced these Angels at the same time, their ship cannons also roared in unison.
However, most of the Nine Realms are magic kingdoms. They do not value technology weapons very much. Even though Asgard has a small number of Spaceships, they are often used as vehicles rather than combat spaceships.
Therefore, the artillery fire from these warships cannot be considered fierce. It was even inferior to the artillery fire of the heavy battleship Great Tang Ship from Tang Group.
Magic spells, artillery shells from technology ship cannons, energy beams, fell among the Angelic Legion rushing forward. Each strike could shatter hundreds of square meters of the angel formation, and white feathers scattered.
In the blink of an eye, ten times, even a hundred times more Angels filled the gaps.
In front of the Yggdrasil battlefield, although the Nine Realms side launched ranged interception, a massive amount of white locusts rushed to the base of Yggdrasil relying on their numerical advantage. Seen from afar, Yggdrasil was like a dam, and the dense Angelic Legion was like a tide crashing against the dam.
The dwarf airships and Asgardian warships in the sky were instantly surrounded by the angel army. The sky looked like it was wrapped in thousands of huge, writhing white balls.
From time to time, the sound of rumbling explosions came. That was the sound of airships and warships being destroyed.
The Nine Realms and the Heaven Dimension thus began fierce melee combat.
Thor led hundreds of thousands of Asgardian and Vanir Warriors, blocking in front of the tide-like Angelic Legion, forming a human shield defense line for the ranged units in the rear.
Both sides engaged in fierce close combat.
The young Thor was not yet as bloated as his counterpart in the adjacent universe. The God of Hammers swung Mjolnir, sometimes soaring into the sky, sometimes falling back to the Ground, summoning bolts of lightning. Thunder like rain continuously striking the enemy around him.
The Angels struck by his lightning one by one fell from the Sky like roasted chickens with charred wings, then were chopped into meat paste by the Soldiers beside Thor.
Beside Thor, were thousands of Berserkers wearing bull horn helmets. Centered around Thor, each holding a greatsword and great axe, they fought fiercely with the Angelic Legion.
On their periphery were ordinary Asgardian Soldiers.
The Aesir of Asgard, perhaps due to the influence of their bloodline and planetary gravity, even ordinary Aesir, their physical quality is at least three times that of ordinary Earthlings.
And the Berserkers are the best among them. They hold elite magic weapons, facing ordinary two-winged Angels, can often fight one against a hundred.
After these Berserkers went berserk, the Berserkers whose strength and defense power multiplied swung their great axes. The cruciform swords in the hands of ordinary Angels simply couldn't block their strike. And the Holy Light swords thrust by those Angels, for these Berserkers with astonishing recovery power and defense power, was basically like scratching an itch.
In the war when Odin conquered the Nine Realms, although he didn't invade much of the Nine Realms' territory, he collected a large pile of good things. Even the leather armor of these Berserkers was made from the leather of a certain dragon-like creature.
And as Asgard's friendly forces, the Vanir of Vanaheim, their melee combat ability might not be as good as the Asgardian Berserkers. But they are naturally Operators of magic. Under the protection of Yggdrasil, some Magic Users of the Vanir controlled elemental power, condensing fireballs the size of washbasins, dense pale green wind blades, and ice shards in a focused fire attack on the Angelic Legion.
A man with long hair, wearing a golden antler helmet, he held a dagger inlaid with sapphires, standing in the ranks of the Vanir Magic Users. As he swung the dagger.
On the battlefield, some Angels in combat suddenly found that some enemies inexplicably appeared beside them. When they swung the Holy Light from their cruciform swords, they often struck empty air.
And sometimes, the enemy was clearly right before their eyes, but they seemed blind and did not see them.
Then, because they were distracted, they were diagonally split into two by the great axes of the Berserkers.
And who else could perform such a dazzling operation? Naturally, it was our Asgardian Third Prince Loki.
Although Loki has the bloodline of a Frost Giant, he was adopted by Odin from a young age and learned magic from his adoptive mother. It can be said that Loki is a Master of illusion magic in the entire Nine Realms.
On the two wings of Asgard, are the Fire Demons of Muspelheim and the Frost Giants of Jotunheim. The former are creatures that closely resemble Balrog from Hell. They are naturally able to control flames, just as Frost Giants are naturally able to control ice.
This time, the Nine Realms resisted the Heaven Dimension. Hundreds of thousands of Fire Demons from Muspelheim came.
And from Jotunheim, Laufey sent tens of thousands of Frost Giants.
They also fought very intensely with the Angelic Legion. The Fire Demons flapping their flame wings and the Angels themselves inherently disliked each other, fighting without mercy. However, the number of Angels was simply too large. On the battlefield, it was often dozens of Angels surrounding one Fire Demon fighting and slashing.
Dozens of white lights surrounded a red light, chasing and slashing. White light swords were like rain. The number of Fire Demons on the battlefield was decreasing at a visible speed.
If it weren't for the magic firearms and artillery reinforcements from the Dwarves behind them, they would have been routed long ago.
"Lord! The number of these white birdmen is simply too large! We have already suffered a loss of hundreds of our clansmen!"
On the right wing of Asgard, tens of thousands of Frost Giants were waving weapons intercepting the Angels in front of them, as if blocking little chickens.
The Frost Giants of Jotunheim are a branch of the giant race. But their strength is not as great as the ancient giants; at most, they are only slightly stronger than the Aesir. But their fertility is as difficult as their kin.
For Muspelheim, hundreds of thousands of Fire Demons, even if all of them were buried here, it wouldn't matter, because Muspelheim is the starting place of blazing flames.
These Fire Demons are like Hell, naturally conceived, like weeds in the Ground, one crop after another.
As for the Frost Giant race of Jotunheim, losing even one clansman is enough to make them feel the pinch.
"Tell our clansmen, if you cannot resist, appropriately reveal a gap for them! Don't fight to the death! Only when Asgard and these Angels are both severely injured, can we "persuade" Odin to return the Casket of Ancient Winters!"
A giant with a height of four meters, with ice-blue skin, seemed to be stepping on a ring of ice under his foot. Any Angels that approached within a hundred meters of him were all frozen into a pile of ice sculptures by him.
Under the intentional 'going easy' of the Frost Giants, many Angels rushed straight towards the Light Elves in the rear. "Buzz!"
"Swish!"
After another round of volley fire, facing the angel army that had rushed close, the first row of Light Elves all put their longbows behind their backs. Drawing from the scabbards at their waist, they drew out sharp elven blades and slashed towards the Angels in front of them.
The other elves quickly retreated, providing point-fire reinforcements with their longbows. With the Elven race's exquisite archery skill, even if these Angels were mixed in combat with their own clansmen, their arrows could often hit their target with a single strike.
The intense battlefield. At first, the Nine Realms had the upper hand, but as time passed, more and more Angels joined the battlefield, and the casualties on the Nine Realms side also increased.
The scales of victory began to tip towards the Heaven Dimension side.
Among the Nine Realms' three defense lines, the first to be unable to resist was the Light Elves side. As the Frost Giants intentionally preserved their strength, the number of Angels breaking into the tender leaves of Yggdrasil increased. Even to the point that in the end, hundreds of miles of tender leaf space were almost entirely occupied by Angels.
As the distance closed, these Light Elves from Alfheim had to abandon the bows and arrows they were skilled at, and instead all switched to using elven blades and elven swords to engage in close combat with these Angels.
Just like the situation faced by the Fire Demons, the number of these Angels was simply too large. Even if the Light Elves' skill was agile and their treasured swords were sharp, they couldn't withstand these tens of times more enemies.
These Light Elves had to form a circular formation, barely resisting the attack of these Angels.
"Lord Gabriel! Our people have already opened a gap! Should we send another Military to directly penetrate into the heartland of the Nine Realms!"
A six-winged angel keenly noticed the gap revealed by the enemies on the battlefield. He quickly flew to Gabriel and reported.
"No! Wait a little longer!" Gabriel held the Horn of the Apocalypse in his hand. "Now is not the time!"
The six-winged angel was a bit surprised, but as a Subordinate, he understood that he did not have the power to question the Archangel. He respectfully retreated behind Gabriel.
Gabriel looked at the phantom of Odin in the distance. Silver light flashed in his gaze. "Odin, how much longer can you last?!"
Launching this war to conquer the Nine Realms, Gabriel's purpose was to get revenge for Michael. He needed to give the Lord an explanation.
Otherwise, facing the Lord's questioning, how could he explain?
Similarly, he was not in a hurry to attack the Nine Realms. The two great Guardians of the Nine Realms, Odin and Ancient One, are people the Lord fear.
However, in the Lord's prophecy, both of them will face demise. He just needs to wait. As for this war, there are plenty of battle Angels on Paradise Mountain. He can afford this war of attrition. It just depends on how long the Nine Realms side can hold on! As long as Odin enters Ragnarök, he will lead the Angelic Legion to rush into the Nine Realms and occupy this fertile Land of Faith.
On Yggdrasil, the Light Elves who originally occupied a patch of tender leaves had to continue retreating along a thin branch of Yggdrasil, forming formations. The dense Angels were like a large swarm of fluttering moths emitting white light, pursuing relentlessly.
"Roar!"
Just then, a tiger roar suddenly sounded beside the retreating elf military. Many elves subconsciously turned their heads to look. Beside them, a striped fierce tiger with a body length of seven to eight meters and a shoulder height of three to four meters was slowly taking light steps, walking towards the group of Angels in front.
"Roar!"
Hundreds of four-winged Angels flew the fastest, flapping their wings, and quickly rushed forward.
In the center of the elf military's circular formation, a group of elf archers subconsciously drew their bows and arrows. Before the golden light arrow rain in their hands could be shot out.
That fierce tiger let out another tiger roar. A black wind sprayed from his mouth, instantly sweeping towards the Angels in front of him. As this malevolent wind blew past, those hundreds of Angels instantly vanished without a trace.
The striped fierce tiger glanced sideways at the group of elves beside him with his tiger eyes. Then accelerated his pace, trotting and pouncing towards the oncoming angel army.
Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger. As the speed of the striped fierce tiger became faster and faster, his entire body was wrapped in a layer of black wind.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
The huge black wind howled. In the end, even the figure of the striped fierce tiger could no longer be seen, only a black gale that made people unable to open their eyes, sweeping towards the tens of thousands of Angels. If Kane and the others were here, they would definitely find that the gale summoned by the Big Cat was very similar to the Five Yin Black Fiend within the Five Yin Pouch.
The Angels blown by this black wind instantly had their flesh and blood vanish, turning into the black wind. In the black wind where one couldn't see their own hand, faintly came the sound of a fierce beast greedily swallowing and chewing.
"Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!"
On the battlefield, the Angelic Legion that had annihilated the air power of the Nine Realms side was occupying advantageous terrain, continuously unleashing Holy Light strikes on the battlefield below.
A three-headed dragon with a body length of several hundred meters appeared from somewhere, flapping its wings raising gusts of gale, blowing the Angels on all sides like leaves in the wind, swaying uncontrollably with the wind.
King Ghidorah's three heads sprayed scorching white high-temperature electric current in three Directions, turning large swathes of Angels into charred remains, directly clearing the Sky for dozens of miles.
The Nine Realms Soldiers below instantly had their pressure greatly reduced!
(End of chapter)