novelraw Chapter 322 Got you!
Chapter 322 Got you!
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They lost the war among all realms.
Let's set aside the victories and cheers of those little heroes for now.
Those radiant, blessed faces, embracing and weeping, raising their weapons, believing they had once again saved the world—
These scenes are certainly moving, but they are not the focus of our attention at this moment.
As the top villains of various races were defeated one after another, they had no choice but to retreat back to their original worlds with their tails between their legs. Even our once invincible dark elf Malekith was slammed to the ground and brutally beaten by Hela, the goddess of death, at the critical moment of the attack. His ferocious face was almost deformed by Hela's high heels, and his soul was imprisoned in the depths of the icy abyss of the underworld, never to be released.
Our great Lord Hanlu displayed astonishingly powerful strength in that battle, casually taking away a group of gods who tried to stop him, and then somehow pulling out Thor, the god of thunder whose body was covered in runes, and making some kind of cryptic deal with him, before disappearing again.
The only thing left on the battlefield was the epic battle between our great snake Schulte and his beloved nephew Thor, a battle destined to be recorded in history.
The good news is that this time, Schulte is not fighting alone.
Because of numerous allies—
For once, the forgotten villains from various lost corners of the world united together. This time, Schulte declared with great arrogance that the eastern battlefield was under his command.
Then his daughter died.
Of course, Lin Lie, shouting "Qi Guan Chang Hong", carrying his family's Fuxi Sword that gleamed with a ghostly light, stabbed Surtur's eldest daughter to death with an aura of righteous indignation passed down from his ancestors. Then, with a fierce and menacing look, he followed Sun Wukong and the others, and they were about to kill his father as well.
That arrogant expression, so smug it made your teeth itch, was even more domineering than when he himself razed Alfheim back then—
This really angered him!
Surte picked up his Twilight Sword with one hand, its blade burning with flames powerful enough to melt stars, and touched it directly with Lin Lie—but then they didn't touch.
The Fuxi Sword, originating from Eastern mythology, carried some ancient laws he could not comprehend, smashing him and the sword into the ruins of the Nine Realms.
All that's left is for everyone to go back to their own homes, find their own mothers, and lick their wounds while embracing their own pain and humiliation.
However, in reality, someone has already sold them all out completely. For example, right now.
The miserable fire giant Surtur and the frost giant Laufey had just returned to their respective homes, covered in dust and grime, and before they could even catch their breath, they found a figure that made their very souls tremble, already standing there waiting for them.
The figure stood with his hands behind his back, as if he were just a neighbor visiting, yet he exuded a chilling aura that even the eternal fire of Muspelheim could not match.
On Surtur's side, Hanlu was carrying a dark elf whose life was unknown, his body twisted beyond recognition. His once arrogant face was now distorted beyond recognition.
As for Laufey, the frost giant, what entered his icy blue eyes was his former ally, the great serpent—
Held in the same hand like a chick, the flames of the Twilight Sword had long since died out.
"Wait. Aren't we together?" Surtur's voice betrayed fear for the first time. His massive body, made of flames, involuntarily took a half-step back, and the lava river behind him froze into black basalt in his terror.
Hanlu ignored the guy in front of him. He didn't even look directly at Surtur's burning, now incredulous eyes. He simply raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.
The snap of the fingers wasn't loud, but it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, with ripples spreading across the structure of the dimension itself.
As the concept based on the Cold Dew solar term instantly began to encompass and expand, an irresistible right to define it was activated.
Those ancient races that held absolute dominance in the World Tree system of the main universe—the fire giants and the frost giants—along with their primordial realms, were all covered by this power, as if they had been swept into a crusher made from reality itself.
Without screams, without struggles, and before they even had a chance to think of resisting, these racial leaders who once dominated the Nine Realms instantly became puppets of some being.
Hanlu gracefully clapped her hands, as if she had accomplished something insignificant, and looked down at Surtur, whose gaze was gradually becoming vacant.
The Cold Dew season has a tactile quality—the feeling of having everything under control, as if the game was already over before a move was even made.
He slowly raised his head and, gazing into the boundless depths of the void, revealed a dazzling smile that was so intense it sent chills down one's spine.
The goddess's long-standing act of secretly spying on him was finally exposed by the other party.
In an instant, that deepest fear, unique to humankind, climbed into Gaia's heart like a cold claw.
She is the Mother of the Earth, the Mother of the Gods, and the source of all life on this planet. She has lived for far too long, so long that she thought she had long since transcended the base emotion of fear.
But now, that primal fear from the ancient, primordial era—the fear of being targeted by a more powerful predator—is climbing up her spine.
Unbelievable! How could this be? When did he discover it?
As these doubts surged into his mind like a flood breaking through a dam, Gaia instantly made his most instinctive choice—to run.
What a joke! Running away? She's survived for so long, from the beginning of chaos to the twilight of the gods, not because she was proactive and could fight head-on, but because she was cautious in assessing the situation, and because she was shrewd and always stood on the side of the victor.
Unfortunately, she had only taken one step when her steps were blocked by a figure that appeared out of thin air.
The person carrying the laser sword was already dressed in a suit of sharply defined armor, with a pair of eyes that seemed to be both smiling and not smiling peeking out from beneath the mask, as if he had been waiting there for a long time.
"Come on, we didn't have a proper heart-to-heart talk last time, let's have a better discussion this time."
Cold Dew —
This clone, which was closer to the original body, revealed a dangerous smile that would make any god retreat.
His right hand gripped the hilt of the laser sword, the blade emitting a low hum, the mournful sound of dimensions being severed.
He grabbed the greatsword and thrust it in without hesitation.
The sword's edge sliced through the void, tearing open a hideous gash.
Damn it, you stole my kidney! And after stealing my kidney, you stole my son too!
Gaia retreated in terror, her scream piercing the void: "You can't do this to me! If you lay a hand on me, the other progenitors won't let you get away with it! And the Creator—the Creator—!"
She tried to scream, screaming repeatedly, her voice a mixture of questioning, threats, and near-collapsed pleas, like a respectable young woman about to be sexually assaulted by thugs. They attempted to deter the aggressors with the last vestiges of morality and law.
But it's clear that someone isn't buying it at all.
He knew all too well that the woman in front of him was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Beneath that motherly face lay a ruthless soul, more cunning and calculating than any demon king.
As for the Creator?
Hanlu's lips curved upwards even more.
Come out here if you dare. If you dare, I'll put out my sentries. Let's fight, who's afraid of who?
"Yes, we're in this together. It's just that I want to be the boss." He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips. "You agree, right?"
The Cold Dew season has a tactile quality—the feeling of having everything under control, as if the game was already over before a move was even made.
He slowly raised his head and, gazing into the boundless depths of the void, revealed a dazzling smile that was so intense it sent chills down one's spine.
The goddess's long-standing act of secretly spying on him was finally exposed by the other party.
In an instant, that deepest fear, unique to humankind, climbed into Gaia's heart like a cold claw.
She is the Mother of the Earth, the Mother of the Gods, and the source of all life on this planet. She has lived for far too long, so long that she thought she had long since transcended the base emotion of fear.
But now, that primal fear from the ancient, primordial era—the fear of being targeted by a more powerful predator—is climbing up her spine.
Unbelievable! How could this be? When did he discover it?
As these doubts surged into his mind like a flood breaking through a dam, Gaia instantly made his most instinctive choice—to run.
What a joke! Running away? She's survived for so long, from the beginning of chaos to the twilight of the gods, not because she was proactive and could fight head-on, but because she was cautious in assessing the situation, and because she was shrewd and always stood on the side of the victor.
Unfortunately, she had only taken one step when her steps were blocked by a figure that appeared out of thin air.
The person carrying the laser sword was already dressed in a suit of sharply defined armor, with a pair of eyes that seemed to be both smiling and not smiling peeking out from beneath the mask, as if he had been waiting there for a long time.
"Come on, we didn't have a proper heart-to-heart talk last time, let's have a better discussion this time."
Cold Dew —
This clone, which was closer to the original body, revealed a dangerous smile that would make any god retreat.
His right hand gripped the hilt of the laser sword, the blade emitting a low hum, the mournful sound of dimensions being severed.
He grabbed the greatsword and thrust it in without hesitation.
The sword's edge sliced through the void, tearing open a hideous gash.
Damn it, you stole my kidney! And after stealing my kidney, you stole my son too!
Gaia retreated in terror, her scream piercing the void: "You can't do this to me! If you lay a hand on me, the other progenitors won't let you get away with it! And the Creator—the Creator—!"
She tried to scream, screaming repeatedly, her voice a mixture of questioning, threats, and near-collapsed pleas, like a respectable young woman about to be sexually assaulted by thugs. They attempted to deter the aggressors with the last vestiges of morality and law.
But it's clear that someone isn't buying it at all.
He knew all too well that the woman in front of him was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Beneath that motherly face lay a ruthless soul, more cunning and calculating than any demon king.
As for the Creator?
Hanlu's lips curved upwards even more.
Come out here if you dare. If you dare, I'll put out my sentries. Let's fight, who's afraid of who?
The Cold Dew season has a tactile quality—the feeling of having everything under control, as if the game was already over before a move was even made.
He slowly raised his head and, gazing into the boundless depths of the void, revealed a dazzling smile that was so intense it sent chills down one's spine.
The goddess's long-standing act of secretly spying on him was finally exposed by the other party.
In an instant, that deepest fear, unique to humankind, climbed into Gaia's heart like a cold claw.
She is the Mother of the Earth, the Mother of the Gods, and the source of all life on this planet. She has lived for far too long, so long that she thought she had long since transcended the base emotion of fear.
But now, that primal fear from the ancient, primordial era—the fear of being targeted by a more powerful predator—is climbing up her spine.
Unbelievable! How could this be? When did he discover it?
As these doubts surged into his mind like a flood breaking through a dam, Gaia instantly made his most instinctive choice—to run.
What a joke! Running away? She's survived for so long, from the beginning of chaos to the twilight of the gods, not because she was proactive and could fight head-on, but because she was cautious in assessing the situation, and because she was shrewd and always stood on the side of the victor.
Unfortunately, she had only taken one step when her steps were blocked by a figure that appeared out of thin air.
The person carrying the laser sword was already dressed in a suit of sharply defined armor, with a pair of eyes that seemed to be both smiling and not smiling peeking out from beneath the mask, as if he had been waiting there for a long time.
"Come on, we didn't have a proper heart-to-heart talk last time, let's have a better discussion this time."
Cold Dew —
This clone, which was closer to the original body, revealed a dangerous smile that would make any god retreat.
His right hand gripped the hilt of the laser sword, the blade emitting a low hum, the mournful sound of dimensions being severed.
He grabbed the greatsword and thrust it in without hesitation.
The sword's edge sliced through the void, tearing open a hideous gash.
Damn it, you stole my kidney! And after stealing my kidney, you stole my son too!
Gaia retreated in terror, her scream piercing the void: "You can't do this to me! If you lay a hand on me, the other progenitors won't let you get away with it! And the Creator—the Creator—!"
She tried to scream, screaming repeatedly, her voice a mixture of questioning, threats, and near-collapsed pleas, like a respectable young woman about to be sexually assaulted by thugs. They attempted to deter the aggressors with the last vestiges of morality and law.
But it's clear that someone isn't buying it at all.
He knew all too well that the woman in front of him was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Beneath that motherly face lay a ruthless soul, more cunning and calculating than any demon king.
As for the Creator?
Hanlu's lips curved upwards even more.
Come out here if you dare. If you dare, I'll put out my sentries. Let's fight, who's afraid of who?